Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for characters I created, like Charlotte.

AN: This is a kind of continuation of my story 'Black's sister'. You don't have to read that story to understand this one. All you need to know is that Charlotte's mother, Rosaline, was Sirius's younger sister and she married Remus. She died in childbirth, and Remus raised her by himself. I tried to write a different version of this story that took place during Charlotte's first year in Chamber of Secrets, but I discontinued it to write this story, that takes place during Goblet of Fire.

Chapter 1

"Thanks for taking her Amos," My father said to Cedric's father.

"It's no problem, Remus," Cedric's dad said. "We love having Charlotte over."

Dad nodded and hugged me for the last time. I'm going to the Quidditch World Cup with Cedric and his dad. Dad would have brought me himself, except it's a full moon this weekend. Dad kissed my forehead and then said, "Be good."

"I will," I replied.

"Have fun."

"Okay," I said. "Love you."

"Love you too," Dad replied before apparating away.

Mr. Diggory opened the door for me, and I walked in. Cedric's birthday is today, and Mr. Diggory and Mrs. Diggory asked me to come and surprise him for his birthday. When Mrs. Diggory saw me, she smiled and got up and hugged me. Cedric took after her more than Mr. Diggory.

"Charlotte," Mrs. Diggory exclaimed.

"Hello Mrs. Diggory," I said. "How are you?"

"I'm very good, how are you?"

"Good," I said.

"Cedric is going to be very happy to see you. He misses you."

"I miss him too," I said. "I miss talking to him. I mean I can talk to my dad of course, but it's nice to have someone else to talk to."

"I know what you mean," Mrs. Diggory said. "When I was your age I loved telling my parents stuff, but it could feel awkward sometimes."

"Yeah," I replied.

"Morning, Mum, Dad," Cedric said walking into the room a few minutes later. When he saw me, he immediately smiled. "Charley!"

He walked over to me and hugged me. "Happy birthday, Cedric," I said smiling.

"Oh, thanks," Cedric said. "How long are you staying?"

"Until after the world cup," I said. Cedric grinned at me.

"You two, time for breakfast," Mrs. Diggory said.

Cedric and I sat down at the table, and Mr. Diggory walked into the kitchen. He smiled at Cedric and said, "Happy birthday son."

"Thanks dad," Cedric said as Mr. Diggory sat down at the table and Mrs. Diggory put a plate of pancakes on the table.

Cedric and I talked throughout breakfast, and then he showed me up to the guest room. Cedric sat down on the guest bed and watched me as I took out a few things and put them on the desk. I took out a picture and put it on the desk. Cedric took it and looked at it.

"Hey, give me that!" I exclaimed, taking the picture back.

"Is that your dad?" Cedric asked.

"Yeah," I said. "And my mum, her brother, and Harry's parents."

I looked at the picture. My mum, who was heavily pregnant with me, was looking at dad and they were smiling at each other, not even looking at the camera. Uncle Sirius was laughing with James and Lily was holding Harry and making it look like he was waving his hand, looking at whoever was taking the picture. This picture was taken a few months before I was born. My dad gave me this picture after I met Uncle Sirius for the first time, last year.

"Rosaline?" Uncle Sirius asked, looking at me. He hadn't seen me until now. Ron had been holding me back, protectively. "No, of course not. You can't be Rosaline. Charlotte. You look so much like you're mum."

I stared at my Uncle, wide-eyed. He looks so different now. He's not the same man he was in all the pictures Dad has shown me. Now, he just looks crazy. And filthy. His eyes are lifeless. Unlike the sparkle that I was used to seeing in pictures.

"So grown up," he continued. "I held you when you were just a ba—"

He was cut off by muffled footsteps echoing up through the floor—someone was moving downstairs.

"We're up here!" Hermione screamed, suddenly. "We're up here—Sirius Black—Quickly!"

Uncle Sirius made a startled movement that almost dislodged Crookshanks; Harry gripped his wand convulsively. The footsteps were thundering up the stairs.

The door of the room burst open in a shower of red sparks and I saw Harry wheel around as dad came hurtling into the room, his face bloodless, his wand raised and ready. His eyes flickered over Ron, lying on the floor, then to me, next to him. Then over to Hermione standing next to the door, to Harry, standing there with his wand covering Uncle Sirius, and then to Uncle Sirius himself, crumbled and bleeding at Harry's feet.

"Expelliarmus!" Dad shouted.

Harry's wand flew once more out of his hand; so did the two Hermione was holding. Dad caught them all deftly, and then moved into the room, staring at Uncle Sirius, who still had Crookshanks lying protectively across his chest.

I could see the confusion in everybody's eyes. Dad was looking at Uncle Sirius. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He misses Sirius. He's always missed Sirius, even though he's hated him since he went to Azkaban.

Then dad spoke, in a very tense voice.

"Where is he, Sirius?"

Harry looked quickly at Dad. I could see he didn't understand what Dad was talking about. I don't understand what Dad's talking about either. Then Harry looked back at Uncle Sirius.

Uncle Sirius's face was quite expressionless. For a few seconds he didn't move at all. Then, very slowly, he raised his empty hand and pointed straight at Ron. Mystified, Harry glanced around at Ron, who looked bewildered.

"But then…," Dad muttered, staring at Uncle Sirius so intently it seemed he was trying to read his mind, "…why hasn't he shown himself before now? Unless" — Dad's eyes suddenly widened, as though he was seeing something beyond Uncle Sirius, something none of the rest could see, "—unless he was the one…unless you switched…without telling me?"

Very slowly, his sunken gaze never leaving Dad's face, Uncle Sirius nodded.

"Professor," Harry interrupted loudly, "What's going on—?"

But he never finished the question, because his voice trailed off at what he saw. Dad lowered his wand, gazing fixedly at Uncle Sirius. Dad walked to Uncle Sirius's side, seized his hand, pulled him to his feet so that Crookshanks fell to the floor, and embraced Sirius like a brother. I could see the happiness in Dad's eyes.

"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" Hermione screamed.

Dad let go of Sirius and turned to her. She had raised herself off the floor and was pointing herself at Dad, wild eyed. "You—You—"

"Hermione—"

"—you and him!"

"Hermione, calm down—"

"I didn't tell anyone!" Hermione shrieked. "I've been covering up for you—"

"Hermione, listen to me, please!" Dad shouted. "I can explain—"

I could see Harry shaking.

"I trusted you," he shouted at Dad, his voice wavering out of control. "And all this time you've been his friend!"

"You're wrong," said Dad. "I haven't been Sirius's friend, but I am now—let me explain…."

"NO!" Hermione screamed. "Harry, don't trust him, he's been helping Black get into the castle, he wants you dead too—he's a werewolf!"

"Charlotte?" Cedric asked, sounding worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry," I apologized.

"Is something the matter?" Cedric asked.

"No," I said. "I'm just worried about Dad."

Cedric nodded. When Cedric found out about Dad last year, he was extremely supportive. He was one of the few people who were supportive of Dad being a werewolf. The other people were terrible about it. Cedric still doesn't know about what happened with Sirius. He doesn't know that Sirius is my uncle either.

"Your dad's going to be fine," Cedric said.

"I know," I replied. "What do you want to do?"

"Anything you want," Cedric replied.

"But it's your birthday, we should do something you want to do," I told him.

"Okay," Cedric replied. "Want to go take a walk?"

"Okay," I replied.

He took my hand and helped me up. Together we walked out of his house and down the path to a nearby muggle town. We looked in windows and stopped at a shop for lunch. Then we went back to walking around town, and then we went home around five to have dinner and to go to bed because we have to get up before two tomorrow to leave for the Quidditch cup.

AN 2: Thanks so much for reading this! Leave a review please, just telling me what you think. Constructive Critisism is definitely welcome. I'm always trying to improve my writing. Please leave a review! I plan to update this story once a week. Read and Review!