Aila Prewett is the only daughter of Fabian Prewett, born to him by the Veela during the First Wizarding War. Both her parents were killed by Voldemort, leaving her in the care of the Weasleys.
As the Triwizard Tournament is held once again, Aila's...
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Aila was sitting in the kitchen with her cousin, Charlie, listening to him ramble on about dragons while Arthur, Fred, George and Ron had gone to pick Harry up. Or more like break him out of the prison of his muggle family's home.
Suddenly, Fred and George rolled out of the fireplace, followed by Ron and finally Harry.
"Did he eat it?" Fred asked excitedly, holding out a hand to pull Harry to his feet.
"Yeah," Harry said, straightening up. "What was it?"
"Ton-Tongue Toffee," said Fred brightly. "Aila, George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer."
Aila, along with everyone else who had gathered in the tiny kitchen, exploded with laughter.
"How're you doing, Harry?" Charlie said, grinning at Harry and holding out a large hand, which he shook.
Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand. Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Arthur appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He looked as angry as when he had discovered that Fred was making Ron do an unbreakable vow.
"That wasn't funny, Fred!" he shouted. "What on earth did you give that muggle boy?"
"I didn't give him anything," Fred said with another evil grin. "I just dropped it...it was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."
"You dropped it on purpose!" Arthur roared. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet–"
"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.
"It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!"
Aila and the other boys roared with laughter again.
"It isn't funny!" Arthur shouted. "That sort of behaviour seriously undermines wizard-muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of muggles, and my own sons–"
"We didn't give it to him because he's a muggle!" Fred said indignantly.
"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," George added. "Isn't he, Harry?"
"Yeah, he is, Mr Weasley," said Harry earnestly.
"That's not the point!" Arthur raged. "You wait until I tell your mother–"
"Tell me what?" said a voice behind them.
Molly had just entered the kitchen, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"Oh hello, Harry, dear," she said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. "Tell me what, Arthur?"
Arthur hesitated. However angry he was with Fred and George, he hadn't really intended to tell Molly what had happened. There was a silence, while Arthur eyed his wife nervously. Then Ginny and Hermione appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Molly. Both of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back, which made Ginny go scarlet. Aila stifled her giggles. Ginny had been very taken with Harry ever since his first visit to the Burrow and Aila made sure to seize every opportunity to tease her about it.
