(A/N: Hey! Please read this, and tell me how you like it! Well, one more thing to let everyone know—I haven't read the sixth book, but its not exactly a sequel to the 6th, or the 5th. Its actually 3 years later, when Charlie's 15, and Dorothy returns from her trip through the Time Twister. Well, enjoy

Dorothy looked into the Time Twister.

Instantly images popped out of the small sphere. Cities, castles, hills, mountains, all caught her own eye. "Oh my." she whispered gravely. She looked to her right. Henry Yewbeam had gone.

Dorothy would have considered in deep thought about Henry, but this certainly wasn't the time. Dorothy Bloor felt herself spinning fast. Pretty soon the rusty walls disappeared, and the floor underneath her cracked away. Dorothy suddenly felt dizzy, as if the world was breaking apart around her.

And in a way, it was.

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Dorothy Bloor sighed with relief as the constant and spinning had stopped. She looked around. She was in the same building she had grown to hate. Bloor's Academy.

Dorothy Bloor sighed, as she gazed upon the walls. Not so different. How long have I traveled?

She walked through the main hall. There she bumped into someone. She gasped.

A face peered out. The face looked familiar. In fact, Dorothy knew this face very well. It was this face that was the cause of her misery. The face held two pairs of black coal eyes, and stringy black hair that was still, despite the years, held into a ponytail.

"M-mom?" the man stammered.

"Yes, and I see you haven't changed one bit!" Dorothy whispered.

"What does that mean?" Manfred roared down at her.

"Manfred." Dorothy ignored his question. "What year is it?"

"Mom, you've only traveled 3 years. Not a lot has changed."

"Three?" Dorothy shrieked back. She had been expecting to run away from this building, and if she had been held back, at least not so close to the time period she belonged to.

"Yeah." Manfred still seemed to be in shock.

"Are Ezekiel and Harold alive?" Dorothy whispered.

"What? You want them to die?!" Manfred roared, as he marched away. "I can't believe you're back!" he squeaked when he was at the end.

Dorothy turned away and continued to walk down the hallway. She had to find out if they were alive. If they were than…than her life would be miserable.

Just then, she caught a figure wearing a blue cape. The boy looked around 15. Could it be…?

"Ch-Charlie!?" Dorothy called.

The boy whipped around. Indeed the same curious eyes looked out. "Who…" he stopped.

"Its me! Dorothy!" Dorothy said happily. "Oh dear, are, Ezekiel and Harold alive?"

"Harold is. Ezekiel died mysteriously a year ago." Charlie smirked. Dorothy had a feeling Charlie knew exactly how Ezekiel had died. Not that she cared.

"Oh, dear, dear, dear. You must help me. Do you think I should travel again? I mean…how come the Time Twister took me only three years?"

"No, Dorothy! Don't travel more. You never know, where you might end up." Charlie was a wise boy, and Dorothy decided to listen to him.

"Now, where am I going to stay. Surely if I got with Harold again, then…then….what would have been the point to travel?!"

"Well, I think you should give it a try with Dr. Bloor, ma'm. If not, don't worry." Charlie smiled. "I found Lyell." he paused and whispered. "And we got our own house. If they treat you bad, you can live with us."

"Oh!" Dorothy smiled. "Okay, I'll try. Oh, how did you find Lyell? Or dare I say, Mr. Pilgrim?"

Charlie explained to Dorothy about the spell that was in Barthomelew's diary, and how the king was a tree, and his tears were red because he was weeping for his lost children. "But then we formed a circle, and here's the funny part, Asa joined us."

"Asa?!" Dorothy gasped.

"Yea." Charlie nodded. He glanced at his watch. "Yikes! Gotta run, to class. I was getting a drink of water, but then I found you…so…good luck!"

"Charlie one more thing." Dorothy sighed. "Where's…Henry?!"

"He's fine, and safe. He lives with his brother, James." Charlie smiled down at Dorothy. He waved quickly and was off.

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It was break time. Charlie Bone ran to his group of friends. There was Olivia, Emma, Gabriel, Tancred, Lysander, Billy, and Fidelio (now endowed. His power was to mind read) and one other friend. Her name was Jessica (she could freeze things)

"What's the rush, Charlie?" Emma asked as Charlie panted. Charlie gazed at his friend, now gorgeous with blue dazzling eyes, and long eyelashes. Emma's blond hair hung in neat curls.

"A lot!" Charlie exclaimed, and all of his friends turned to him. Charlie explained his encounter with Dorothy, and his friends gasped of shock.

"Are you serious?" Olivia squealed. Olivia's hair was now its natural color. She didn't really experiment with her wild hair as much as she used to, but stayed her normal self.

"Dead serious." Charlie replied.

"Wow." Tancred's blond hair zipped with electricity. He was now 17, and quite tall.

"Don't believe it." Billy murmmered. Billy looked a lot happier than usual. Just a week ago, Billy had received kind, loving parents. Cook had helped in the process. Billy's white hair swished slightly, as wind blew across the outdoors.

"Same." Fidelio replied.

Emma nodded, and so did Lysander. The rest of them were too shocked to talk.

"Wait, isn't Dorothy Dr. Bloor's wife?" Jessica asked, as her hazel eyes continued to blink up and down. She wasn't here when Dorothy had disappeared.

Tancred smiled down at Jessica. "Of course" Tancred obviously had a crush on beautiful Jessica. Jessica looked up at Tancred, and fluttered her eyelashes, and flipped her brown hair, with blond highlights.

Just then the horn honked. Everyone rushed inside. Charlie caught Jessica waving at Tancred. Charlie smirked. It looked like more and more romance was floating through Bloor's than he had imagined. He decided he would have to find someone he could love…and soon.

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Dorothy Bloor sighed as she made her way towards the west wing of the academy. I tried coming away from it, and here I am in it.

She climbed the narrow steps, her boots echoing through the wing.

Dorothy caught her own reflection in a mirror that now hung on the wall. She gasped. Was this really her?

Instead of the black shadow she had become, she now stood as the woman she once had dreamed she could once again become. There, stood a beautiful, yet tired woman--Dorothy Bloor. Doroty stared at her reflection, and the woman staring out at her had brown eyes, black hair, and pink cheeks. She sighed, as she walked further on.

At last, she reached a door. She knocked on it, and waited to hear a reply. She heard Manfred's voice in the background.

Just then the door opened, and there, stood Harold himself. Dorothy gazed into his brown eyes, and found herself lost through the man who's face now began to form faint wrinkles. If he had been 35 when she had left…that meant he was now 37.

"Hello, ma'm. How may I…" he paused. "You look awfully famili—"

Dorothy smiled. "Remember me?" She hoped for an optimistic answer.

"You!" Manfred had come from behind. "Told you dad!"

"Dorothy." Harold whispered.

Dorothy smiled. "I need to know if you're going to treat me with hatred, or with love. So I can make my descision."

"Well. I…perhaps…." Harold stammered.

Manfred came from behind. "I'm treating you with hatred."

"Who cares." Dorothy yelled.

"In fact, I shall…just treat you like a normal wife."

"With…?"

"Love." Harold said at last.

And Dorothy fell into his arms.

Little did she know that love was almost impossible in the Bloor family.

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Charlie gazed out of the window that was in his dormitory. He sighed. He waited for a shadow message to come across. Finally, it did.

In shadowy letters, his friend, Naren, which meant 'sunflower' in chinease, sent:

Hi Charlie. I have news. Kind of…bad news.

Charlie whispered, "What is it? Quick, cause I might get caught anytime."

Letters read:

Father had gone to Sparkiling Castle. He said while he was there, he also passed the road that led to Yewbeam castle. And while he turned to Sparkling Castle, he saw the flames were coming out, which meant they were in Yewbeam castle.

Charlie whispered. "Are you serious? Why?"

That's the thing. The flame cats, followed my father's car. And at the end, they meowed, and Father had a feeling that they were trying to tell him that Yorath, Yolanda's father was heading your way. Again.

Charlie gulped. "Again?!" He remembered very well, Mr. Elbony, who was Yorath. Yorath owned Yewbeam castle, and was a shape-shifter. One time, his own Uncle Paton had tried to compete against Yorath, but it was no use. Yorath had clearly stated to Uncle Paton that if he killed Yolanda, he would pay for it with his life. And Uncle Paton killed Yolanda, so the man named Tony Elbony returned, but they had all managed to escape.

That meant, that if Yorath was coming back, he had really intended on doing something horrible to Uncle Paton.

Charlie could only imagine what it could be.

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The next day, was Friday. Charlie was anxious to get out of school, and return to Uncle Paton, his father, and his dear mother, who all now lived in a cozy house by the cathedral.

At break time, Charlie told his friends about what Naren had told them. All of them gasped. "No way!" Lysander said.

"You have to tell your uncle!" Olivia screeched.

"I know." Tancred chimed in. "Seriously, man!"

"I will, I will." Charlie agreed.

"But suppose he's already here?" Fidelio whispered.

The thought was so shuddering that no one said anything.

"He could be that new boy." Olivia murmered, as her brown eyes gazed at a boy named Will. Olivia shivered, "Hope not."

Emma giggled. "Of course not, or you would have known when he kissed you."

Olivia blushed. "Shh!"

Charlie giggled. "Oooh, I never knew that!"

Gabreil chimed in. "Neither did I!"

"Same!" Billy giggled.

"So, Billy, how's your new family?" Jessica asked, as she smoothed her brown hair.

"Great. Having parents is awesome."

"True." Lysander agreed.

"I'm so glad I found my dad." Charlie whispered.

"He's a nice guy." Emma gazed at him with her blue eyes.

"Thanks." Charlie looked down at his shoe. He kicked the ground nervously.

Just then the horn honked, and all of the friends raced off.

Charlie sighed, and ran to math class.

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Finally, the bell rung. Charlie ran out the doors, looking forward to tell his uncle and mother and father about Naren. He also couldn't wait to mention Dorothy. Where is she anyways?

He was so disturbed by his thoughts, that he bumped into a girl.

"Aaaah!" The girl shrieked. The girl was like none he'd seen before. She wasn't in Bloor's either; she was wearing a red shirt, a white shrug, and jeans. She had a red hat on, and a white purse. Her eyes were a gray-green.

"Are…are you in Bloor's academy?" Charlie asked.

She shook her head, and ran away.

Charlie instantly found out that he wouldn't have to wait around too long for his own romantic story to build up.