Ezra Potter the cousin of the chosen one. The lover of Charlie Weasley. His life felt complete, but things quickly change as the Trizwizards Tournament goes very wrong.
Love is lost and new ones are found.
Ezra Potter will fight for those he cares...
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Weasleys dress.
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Nobodies POV
Gryffindor Common room.
Harry is lifting the golden egg, people around him cheering.
The Weasly twins have Harry sitting on their shoulders.
"We knew you wouldn't die Harry." George says "Lose a leg." Fred says "Or an arm." George says "Pack it in altogether." Fred says
"NEVER!" The twins yells
Ezra chuckles.
"Go on Harry, what's the clue?" Ezra ask, Harry turns to his cousin and he nods.
Seamus makes his way over and he hands Harry the golden egg.
"Who wants me to open it? You want me to open it?" Harry ask
He opens the egg and a loud horrific screech comes out, he closes it again.
Ezra flinches, covering his ears, others doing the same.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Harry ask
Ron appears in the doorway.
"Alright everyone, go back to your knitting. This is gonna be uncomfortable enough without all you nosey sods listening in." Fred says
Ezra chuckles, only for Fred to shove him forward with a smirk. Ezra playfully glares, shoving him in return.
....
Hall.
Harry is looking at Cho. When she looks back he spills drink from his mouth. They laugh at him.
Ezra chuckles, handing Harry a napkin. Harry blushes and takes it.
Reading a newspaper. "Look at this! I can't believe it she's done it again. Miss Granger a plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey sources report is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow." Hermione says
"How are you doing Harry, I mean losing the great love of Hermione Granger." Ezra teases, making Hermione glare and shove him.
Ezra chuckles and he lifts his hands in surrender.
A young boy walks up holding a package.
"Parcel for you Mr Weasley." Nigel says "Thank you Nigel." Ron says
Nigel is gazing at Harry. "Not now Nigel. Later. Go on." Ron says
Nigel leaves.
"I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph. Oh look mum's sent me something. Mum sent me a dress??" Ron ask
Ezra snorts, reaching over to touch the fabric. The fabrics nice, just not for him.
"Well it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?" Harry ask
Ezra chuckles.
"Ginny these must be for you." Ron says "I'm not wearing that it's ghastly." Ginny says
Hermione laughs. "What are you on about?" Ron ask
"They're not for Ginny they're for you! Dress robes." Hermione says "Dress robes? for what?" Ron ask
Ezra smirks.
Suddenly appearing. "The Yule Ball. Which, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak to you about, Potter." Mcgonagall says, looking to Harry.
Ezra makes a noise in faux hurt. "I guess I'm not good enough." Ezra pouts
Mcgonagall chuckles, shaking her head.
....
"The Yule ball, Professor?" Harry ask
It's traditional during the Trizwizard Tournament for the host school to on a Christmas ball. It is also traditional for the three Champions -- or in this case four, I be the first to dance." Mcgonagall says
Harry cocks his head, as if he had water in his ear. "Dance, with a girl?" Harry ask
"I leave that decision up to you, Potter. You may bring Neville Longbottom if you desire. But know this: the House of Godric Gryffindor has a reputation as long as it is illustrious. It demands and receives the respect of the entire wizard world. No house has produced more witches and wizards of consequence. You stand upon the shoulders of giants, Potter. Shame yourself and you shame all who came before you." Mcgonagall says
Just then, a commotion is heard. Turning, Mcgonagall watches Xander pelts Ezra with a custard pie.
Mcgonagalls face drops.
....
Assembly room.
"The yule ball has been a tradition of the tri-wizard tournament since its inception. On Christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. As representitives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost...a dance." Mcgonagall says
Groans emerge from the boys who are listening on. The girls seem a lot more excited.
Ezra stands besides the twins, leaning against a pillar.
"Silence. The house of Godrick Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons." Mcgonagall says
Whispering to George. "Try saying that five times faster." Fred says
They try.
Ezra smiles amused, crossing his arms.
"Now to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight." Mcgonagall says
Whispering to Seamus. "Something's about to burst out of Hilary but I don't think it's a swan." Ron says
Ezra smacks the back of Ron's head, making him whine and glare. Fred smirks.
"Inside every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr Weasly, will you join me." Mcgonagall says
Ron gapes while Ezra chuckles amused.
Mcgonagall grabs Ron and pulls him up to dance.
"Now, place your right hand on my waist." Mcgonagall says "Where?" Ron ask "My waist." Mcgonagall says
He does so and a wolf whistle comes from the crowd. "Now bend your arm. Mr Filch..." Mcgonagall says
The music starts.
"One two three, one two three, one two three." Mcgonagall says
To the Weasly twins. "Oi! Never gonna let him forget this are you?" Harry ask
"Never." The twins says
"Everybody come together." Mcgonagall says
The girls instantly stand and walk forward, the boys are all still seated.
"Boys, on your feet." Mcgonagall says
Neville stands.
Fred turns to Ezra and bows mockingly, offering his hand. Ezra chuckles and he playfully presses a hand on his chest, using his other hand to take Fred's.
