A/N: Essentially, what you recognize belongs to the goddess that is J.K. Rowling, and what you don't belongs to insignificant little me.

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Genevieve, Fred, George, Katie, and Lee sat in their compartment, where the twins informed them all of what had happened with Bagman and how it had ended. Genevieve had been so caught up in the aftermath of the third task that even she had had no clue as to what had happened at the end.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, however, she saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle slinking past their compartment, doubtless on the way to Harry, Hermione, and Ron's.

Fred, George, and Genevieve looked at each other.

"See you before I head home," Genevieve said to Katie and Lee. They nodded.

As they made their way to the others, they heard a voice of cackling glee say, "Too late now, Potter! They'll be the first to go, now the Dark Lord's back! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well — second — Diggory was the f — "

Seething with fury, Genevieve took advantage of her year's worth of education on nonverbal spells, withdrawing her wand before she knew what she was doing and casting the first hex that came to mind. She looked down and smirked.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle lay in the doorway of the compartment, unconscious and rather uglier than usual. She wasn't the only one to have hexed them either; Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were also looking down at them, wands out.

"Thought we'd see what those three were up to," Fred stated simply as he stepped over an unconscious Goyle and into the compartment.

George and Genevieve followed. Genevieve made sure to wipe her shoes on Malfoy's robes.

"Interesting effect," George commented. "Who used the Furnunculus Curse?"

"Me," Harry admitted, sounding rather proud.

"Odd," George noticed with amusement. "I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn't be mixed. He seems to have sprouted little tentacles all over his face. Well, let's not leave them here, they don't add much to the decor."

Genevieve watched happily as Harry, Ron, and George used none-too-gentle methods of getting the three into the corridor. She smiled at the sight of Malfoy's nose, yellow pus still oozing out of it.

When the others returned, Fred took out a pack of cards. "Exploding Snap, anyone?"

Five and a half games later, Harry asked, "You going to tell us, then? Who you were blackmailing?"

"Oh," George responded. "That."

"It doesn't matter," Fred said, trying to brush the topic aside. "It wasn't anything important. Not now, anyway."

"We've given up."

The three fourth years persisted, and finally, the twins explained what had happened. Bagman paying their bet back in leprechaun gold, never getting it back, the goblins, and the bet.

"Well — I did win, didn't I?" Harry said. "So he can pay you back your gold!"

"Nope," George said. "The goblins play as dirty as him. They say you drew with Diggory, and Bagman was betting you'd win outright. So Bagman had to run for it. He did run for it right after the third task."

He sighed. They continued their game.

When the train arrived at the King's Cross station, Genevieve, Ron, and Hermione managed to get off the train with their luggage, though it was a bit of a chore, what with Malfoy and his goons still unconscious and lying rather rudely in the middle of the corridor.

Hermione stopped and looked around. "Where're Fred, George, and Harry?"

Genevieve shrugged. "Dunno. Hey, Hermione," she said, getting a glint in her eye.

"Yes . . ." Hermione said suspiciously.

"About to let Skeeter out, are you, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, I've grown rather attached to her in bug form. Could I see her for a second — say goodbye?"

"Sure," Hermione said easily as Ron watched with curiosity.

Genevieve took the jar and shook it rather violently, up and down and up and down and up and down, causing Skeeter to collide painfully with the jar's sides over and over. As she continued to jolt back and forth, gradually picking up speed as Genevieve shook faster and more violently, Genevieve said, "This is for Hagrid, and Harry, and Hermione, and Mr. Weasley, and the bubotuber pus, and this," she gave the jar one last, forceful jerk, "is for all the lovesick girls clinging to me."

She handed the jar back to a horrified but slightly satisfied Hermione, who simply held it in her hand, Skeeter buzzing angrily.

"Just think about that next time you pick up a quill," Genevieve said smoothly.

Ron was staring at her in awe. Hermione shook her head, smiling.

Genevieve sighed. "I'm not nearly so good as you, Hermione, and thank Merlin for it. That felt amazing. And I did tell you I'd get revenge for the undiluted bubotuber pus," she added.

With last hugs from Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Katie, Lee, and Mrs. Weasley, Genevieve Disapparated home, having passed the test several weeks before. She had told her father in the letter not to pick her up.

When she entered the parlor, her father was sitting at the table, white, clutching the Order letter. He looked at her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her. "This is going to mean a lot for us."

She nodded. "You didn't see it, Dad. Cedric, and Harry . . ." she trailed off.

He nodded grimly. "Get ready," he said. "Everything is about to change."

And Genevieve had absolutely no doubt in her mind that he was right.