CPR/KM: Bwahahahah!

Lilly: looks at her, totally freaked out ... I will not even ask!

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece... Anyone mind gifting it to me?

Summary: No one really knows what had happened to the Gorgon Sisters while they had gone missing from Amazon Lily. Even less know of the origin of Boa Hancock or where she came from before the Elder Nyon had found her and taken her in. Now, this mystery shall be solved.

Warnings: AU, Crossover, OOCness, Gender-Bender as in Fem!Harry, Slavery, Language, Bashings

Pairings: If there are any, I have yet to decide on them. But you may send in suggestions.

The way of an Empress, How it all started...

Book 2

Chapter 1

Hogwarts Years

~ Godric's Hollow, July 31st 1991...

The day was hot and the air felt heavy on July 31st. If the people could, they tried to stay away from the unbearable heat of the sun and kept to the shadows or their cool homes. Well, if their air-conditioning has not broken down that is, even then it was still too hot for them. It felt like the heat was just too surreal and most families had decided to go to the local pool and cool down there. Of course, not all people were plagued by this strange heat wave, if one were to ask the strange figures dressed in cloaks. If asked, they would ask you what heat you were talking about. If one were to ask as to why they walked around in the blaring sun dressed in those cloaks, they would only get a stare as answer. While those people would mutter something under their breath, it sounded suspicious like 'Muggle', whatever that may mean.

Those strangely dressed people were none others but wizards and witches, hiding directly under the noses of the Muggles, or better known as non magical people. As to why they did not seem to mind the strange heat wave while being dressed in their cloaks. They would simple answer with a simple freezing charm to keep them cool and not sweat. Of course, the Muggles still thought that those people were strange, yet this is not what one should concentrate on. For a boy that has just turned eleven on this day, the heat was on the far back of his mind. His was more concentrated on the fact that today would his Hogwarts letter arrive, that and it was his birthday.

Of course, the letter was more interesting than the fact he turned eleven on this day. Something that was clearly shown with the way the young boy was currently acting.

"DAD! DAD! DAD! DAD!" a messy red haired child shrieked while running through the halls of his home, trying to find his wayward father. "DAD, YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT JUST ARRIVED!"

The child continued to scream and run through the house while in search of his father. Because of that he failed to notice how said father was actually behind him. Said person was shaking his head at his son's enthusiasm because his letter arrived and was asking himself if he had been acting like his son when he had gotten his very first letter from Hogwarts. `Probably,´ the man mused to himself, a smile lightening his face up at the joy that his son was radiating like a sun. `I should put a stop to his running before he destroys something in the house..´

"DAD, COME ON! WHERE ARE YOU?" the child screamed which was followed by a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking. This was followed by a loud yell of, "I DIDN'T DO IT!"

"Too late for that already," the tall black haired man muttered to himself, making his way to where the sounds of the crash had come from. "Charlie, what did you do?"

The boy, Charlie, winced when he heard his father's voice and tried his best to look as innocent as possible while standing in the middle of the chaos he had created. A broken vase was lying next to him while the window had a large hole through it and a few pieces were still falling from it. `Yep, doesn't look so good for me,´ he winced at that thought again. `Where to hide? Where to hide?´

While the boy was frantically searching around for a good spot to hide himself away, his father was looking on with an amused face at the panicked expression on the face of his son. Shaking his head, James decided to make himself known to his son.

"So, Charlie," he drawled lazily out, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "you didn't do what exactly?"

"Urhm, nothing?" the boy tried to lie to his father with an innocent expression firmly planted onto his face. "I am a little angel!"

James chuckled before giving his son a look, "Nice try, my boy, but you weren't really subtle in hiding this mess or when you made it!"

Charlie could feel his cheeks heating up and ducked his head down at the look his father was giving him.

"Really, we have so much work to do with you before you set of to Hogwarts!" James declared suddenly, a happy smile on his face, his eyes sparkling in a way that told of a new prank of his. "My son cannot simply be caught so easily when he plays a prank! We need you to lie better, especially when a Professor asks about your whereabouts when it comes to playing pranks. We can't forget that you are a son of Marauder!"

"S- Sorry, dad!" the boy give a sheepish smile, his cheeks still firmly red from being caught so easily. "Hey, dad, guess what?"

James was amused at how easily his son was changing the topic, horribly at that, and decided to play along. He knew already why the boy was so giddy; he had been the same when he had gotten his Hogwarts' letter on his eleventh birthday all those years ago.

"Today's your eleventh birthday?" he tried, a twinkle lighting up his hazel eyes.

"NO! Wait, YES! BUT that's not it!" the boy whined out, clutching a white envelope tightly to his chest. "Try again!"

"Mhmm, let me think..."

"Come on, dad, it is easy!" the boy seemed to be vibrating with giddiness if the way he was trembling was anything to go by.

"I have no idea what it could possibly be," James said, with a fond roll of his eyes. "Why don't you help your old man out here, mhm?"

"MY HOGWARTS' LETTER CAME!" the boy all but screamed out, waving the white envelope around like it was that obvious to know about.

James chuckled at that, clearly amused at his son's antiques. "Eh, is that so? Now, what does it say, then?"

~ Time skip, first year in Hogwarts, common room of Gryffindor...

Charlie was staring hard at one of his best friends, a red haired boy by the name of Ronald, "Call me Ron!", Weasley. His other best friend, a bushy and brown haired girl who goes by the name of Hermione Granger was staring worriedly between the two boys in front of her. It wouldn't be the first time in their school year that those two would be fighting with each other. `What is it with boys and always going around and fighting with each other?´ the young girl asked herself, while making sure that the two did not start a fist fight with each other. It wouldn't be the first time those two had started one. Of course, those two were the best of friends and thick as thieves but sometimes Hermione really doubted it, especially when those two fought with each other.

It was never a good sight to behold when those two got hostile with each other. It had gotten Ron and Charlie in many detentions because of their stupid fights. It was either which Quidditch team was the best one out there or who the better chess player between the two was. If Hermione was being honest with herself, Ron was the best chess player she had ever seen. The girl was sure that Ron could have been easily a professional in the Muggle world with the way he was playing the game. Charlie, while he was good at thinking on his feet, was a horrible chess player. Hermione winced when she heard a loud yell coming from the boys.

"Oh boy, here we go again," she muttered to herself.

"I am telling you," Charlie snapped at his red haired friend, "it will happen tonight! We have to stop Snape before he gets his hands on the stone!"

Ron gave a snort at that, "Blimey, mate! Listen to yourself! Do you really think that the greasy git will do it tonight of all nights? The bastard wouldn't be so stupid as to do it while Professor Dumbledore is around; you know how Hermione is when it comes to facts like that. She's always right."

"Language, Ronald!" Hermione could hear herself shriek, it had become a habit for her since she had started hanging out with the two boys. "It's Professor Snape and don't you dare pull me into this silly fight between the two of you!"

"So what?" Charlie snarled out, ignoring Hermione and Ron's comments. "Do you guys really think it matters to Voldemort whoever wins the House cup? That he will stop his attacks when Gryffindor wins the house cup again? If you guys haven't forgotten, Professor McGonagall just told us that Professor Dumbledore has been called out of the school!"

Ron and Hermione traded glances with each other; somehow they've gotten the feeling like they had started something wrong there. It's going to be a something which will be changing their whole school years that were still to come.

"We need to do something! I doubt Voldemort will ever give up when Gryffindor wins the Quidditch cup!" Charlie really seemed to get started there if the look on his face was anything to go by with.

To think that it had all started with the giant three headed dog they had found one night which belonged to Hagrid of all people. If one asked Hermione, she had her fill of adventures the moment she had lived through the troll attack on Halloween. Yet, if one were to asked Ron and Charlie, they would tell you that this was just the start of finding adventures and having the time of their live while being in Hogwarts. That was proven true, the moment that Charlie had seen the dragon egg in the caldron that Hagrid had been having over his fire, trying to hatch it, and Ron being bitten by the freshly hatched dragon hatchling.

In the end, it had been Hermione, who had grumbled all the way and told the boys she told them so, and Charlie that had smuggled the dragon baby out while Hagrid was having a break down. It was for the best of the little dragon, all of them knew it. So, with a heavy heart, Hagrid had said good-bye and the two first years were carrying a heavy baby dragon up to the astronomy tower to wait for one of Ron's brothers, Charlie Weasely. Of course, the smuggling had been way too easy for the two when they had made their way up and down again. So yes, something had to go wrong and it did go wrong. On their way down, they had overheard Malfoy ratting them out to their head of house while another teacher had found them because they had forgotten the invisible cloak, a present from James to his son, up on the tower.

It had ended up with a detention for the three children with a heavy loss of points. The detention had been something that should have never happened in the school but it had. Being out late at night in the Forbidden Forrest, which was the greatest taboo that a student could have broken, yet it wasn't a student that broke the rule but a teacher. A teacher that normally always stuck to the rules and was very strict in them; their own head of house had been the one to approve of this detention. Charlie being Charlie, the trouble magnet that he was known for, had gotten himself a meeting with Voldemort in the forest. Not that Charlie had known it to that time.

Let's just say, after James had heard of the detention and why it had happened and just what happened in it. The whole staff of Hogwarts had been sent off to Madame Pomfrey because they had a ringing in their ears for weeks. If one thought that Lily had been loud when she was angry, she had nothing on to James when he started.

"-eed to go down there tonight!" yet again, Ron and Hermione traded glances witch each other.

"Alright, we go with you!"

"Just... stop saying those things," Hermione knew when she had lost a case; this was one of those cases. "When... when do you want us to go down there?"

"After curfew, when the teachers aren't patrolling anymore."

~ Time skip, second year in Hogwarts, Chamber of Secrets...

Charlie was slowly making his way through the long and dark tunnel. He was worried for Ron who he had to leave behind with the idiot Lockhart. The man seemed to have lost his memories because a spell had backfired on him. `I am so happy that Ron hadn't gone and got his wand fixed like Hermione had always nagged him to do so!´ the boy thought while closing his eyes at every sound he heard. One could never be too sure if they knew that a giant snake, a bloody basilisk, was living down here, coming and going like it pleases. Charlie didn't want to be killed by accidently looking into that beast's eyes or having it suddenly appear in front of him and glare down at him.

`Yes, better keep my eyes closed and pray for the best,´ it was days like these that had Charlie cursing his curiosity to hell and back. Why did he always have to go in search for adventures? Why hadn't he listened to his friend Hermione more? Then again, he was pretty sure he would have gone and tried to find the heir of Slytherin anyways, especially after Hermione had been out in the library and it had happened.

"I just hope Dad never hears of this," the young boy said aloud with a wince, remembering what happened in his first year when his father heard of his face off with Voldemort. "Yea, better keep this one here a secret!"

While the boy was talking to himself, he had kept walking and had now reached the end of the tunnel. At least, it looked like the end of the tunnel and as luck wanted it, the giant doors that would have normally kept the end of the tunnel sealed shut were wide open.

"Just like with the sink in the bathroom," the boy murmured to himself. "How strange... Shouldn't this heir be more cautious than this and not leave the entrances open like this?"

Whatever it was, it gave Charlie an uneasy feeling. Yet, the boy kept on walking; he just couldn't leave Ron's sister here alone with whoever this heir was. `If I can save her, then I will do it!´ the hazel eyed boy thought with determination.

To think that the year had started normally out if one ignored the fact that Charlie had been followed, more like stalked, by a crazy house-elf by the name of Dobby. Charlie had first just written that one of as a crazy prank by his father, like his father always liked to do when he thought he could get away with it. Yet, as it had turned it out it was no prank at all from his father as the year progressed in Hogwarts. That hadn't been all though, in the very first Quidditch match of the school year, a rough Bludger had followed him and after he had gotten the snitch, outwitting Malfoy yet again, his arm broke as the very fast and hard ball made contact with his arm.

Of course, like any normal student, he would have gone off to see Madame Pomfrey but that idiot Lockhart had gotten to him first. The supposed Professor had vanished all of his bones in his arms which had ended up with Charlie head butting him hard on the nose, breaking it and making the man bleed. When his father had heard of what had happened, in a letter of course, the man had send his son a basket filled with get well pranks for his son to play on the blond Professor. Charlie really did love his father for this and showed it to him with doing all of those pranks after he was better and sending his father the pictures of them. This wasn't all that had happened in his year, though. He had gained a fan boy which had Ron laughing his ass off at him while Hermione just gave him a pitying look. They hadn't been a real help for him, just like his Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was too caught up with himself to teach the course rightfully.

It had ended up with Charlie asking their Charms Professor if he could help them. He knew from his father that Professor Flitwick had once been a great dueller and a champion to boot, too! His choice of asking this Professor was obvious. After their Charms Professor had a talk with Headmaster Dumbledore, it was approved of them starting a duelling club to catch up to the missing material that was supposed to be taught to them. For the first few weeks, everything had gone smoothly, until Lockhart had found out and butted in. Everything went downhill, then.

As funny as it had been with Lockhart getting his ass handed to him, Charlie had not found it funny when Malfoy had gone ahead and summoned a snake which had ended up biting Charlie because had no idea what to do. Malfoy had gotten a detention and a lecture from Professor Flitwick who has asked him what he had been thinking when he used that spell around his classmates. Hadn't he known the dangers of the spell? What would have happened if no teacher had been around to make sure that nothing worse than a bite happened? What if he had summoned a poisonous snake instead of a non-poisonous one?

Charlie had been really happy, then. His joy had been short livened though, when the petrifying of the students started on Halloween. It was then, that everything changed for the three of them, the talking of the Chamber of Secrets being opened, the red writing on the walls, the spiders fleeing the school, the giant spider in the forest, Hagrid being arrested, Lockhart being more of an idiot than usual. It all was toped of when they had brewed the Polyjuice potion to sneak into the Slytherin common room to hear what Malfoy had to say about all of this Heir of Slytherin business. He was the loudest to approve of the happenings after all.

In the end, it had brought nothing new up for them and then Hermione had been petrified which had ended up with Ron's little sister, Ginny, being taken shortly after.

It had led up to all of this, forcing Lockhart to come down with them here when Charlie had the brilliant idea to ask Myrtle how she died, only to find half of the sink missing. If that was not asking for trouble and adventure, Charlie didn't know what it was then.

"Here goes nothing..."

~ Time skip, third year in Hogwarts, Great Hall...

Charlie let out a sigh; this year had been terrible boring for him. Nothing had really happened in the whole year. Of course, the only positive thing had happened in the year was that his Uncle Mooney had come to teach this year Defence Against the Dark Arts. He had been quite happy when he heard that they would be getting a real teacher this year around. The boy sighed again; this year had been a normal and boring year. Nothing had happened, nothing at all! No teachers plotting against their students, no student trying anything. Of course, the Weasely twins still went around pulling their pranks but it wasn't the same.

The only thing that had been of interest was that his Uncle Mooney had taught him the Patronus Charm. Of course, Charlie could remember when it had come to his election of classes for this year's classes. His father had objected to him taking Divination, telling him that it was a load bout of rubbish and if he really wanted to study this subject, then he could always go to a real seer. Instead, his father had told him to take Runes, Care of Magical Creatures and Arithmancy. Charlie had grumbled at the choices that his father had wanted for him to take. The moment that his father had told him what to take, if Charlie really wanted to become an Auror, then it was better that he took those classes.

James had told his son it was better for him this way and that he was speaking from experiences in this one. Divination might be an easy class, like Charlie had argued to his father but the others were of most importance for him. If he was really going to be an Auror than it was the most important for him to know his magically creatures and what spells must be used to tame them. Because as an Auror you would not always be hunting down Dark Wizards, the occasional dark creature was to be hunted too. Also the Runes and Arithmancy would help him when it comes to make sure that no dark spells could give more seriously harm to him than it normally would

It did not always help one but it was better for an Auror to know which runes did what and with Arithamny you could break them apart and tear them more easily down. The same was said about wards when Charlie tried yet again to argue against his schedule. That was that when it had come to his schedule.

So yes, the school year had been mostly boring to the young teenage boy. The only thing that had been a real challenge for him had been his classes and how Hermione had approved of his choices. While Ron had been bemoaning the fact that his best mate was following into Hermione's footsteps. Charlie had just given his friend a weak smile and told him that his father had wanted it for him. That his father had been claiming that it would help him in his carrier choice in the long run. Ron had huffed and puffed but accepted his friend's excuses, even if Ron had taken his time to do so.

It was also in this year that Charlie was seriously debating to quit the Quidditch team because of the entire work load that he had been given through all of his classes. It had been hard with all the training and his homework. Yes, he had Hermione to help him organize his private schedule for this, yet there was still not really any free time that he would be having with his friends, then. Even Hermione, who had taken all election courses, had more free time than he had and she had the most homework between the three of them to do. It was unfair, Charlie decided then and there. Yes, he loved Quidditch and he knew that his father would be sad if he should quit the team but he wanted to have some free time and hang out with his friends, too.

Also, his father's friends had been on the team, too. So, it had been easy for his Uncles to hang out with his father. His friends weren't on the team.

"Next year, I won't be on the team anymore," Charlie suddenly announced to his friends.

"Bu- But mate!" Ron sputtered out, dropping his fork full with food; it hit his plate and sent food flying in Hermione's direction. "You love the game and your father had been so proud of you when you became the youngest seeker in your first year."

"As much as I like to go against Ron's claims," Hermione started, wiping the food that had splatter from Ron's fork into her face away, "why do you suddenly want to quit? Is it because of what you had been telling me?"

Grimacing, Charlie nodded, "Yes! Guys, I love the game, I really do! But I have no free time to hang out with you anymore! Quidditch takes all of that time up which I want to hang out with you... I mean, I want to be a kid, too!"

Hermione traded glances with Ron again. That had been bothering their friend lately? Was it because of that as to why he had been so silent lately?

"Mate," Ron tried to find the right words, "do you really want that? It wouldn't bother us, you know? As much as I would really like to see Slytherin suffer more because of their losing to us, if you really want to..."

Hermione was astounded at how mature Ron just sounded there. `Well, he does have his moments of being mature, too doesn't he?´ she thought with a small smile.

"Thanks, Ron," Charlie had a smile on his face. "I didn't know you could be this mature for once too!"

"OI!"

The three just laughed at that.

~ Time skip, fourth year in Hogwarts, Great Hall...

Charlie together with Hermione and Ron were staring at the blue burning cup. The whole school, together with the two other foreign schools had come together in the Great Hall. They had come together because this year around the Ministry had allowed the happenings of the Triwizard-Tournament again. Charlie and Ron had been all for it while Hermione had just rolled her eyes and muttered fondly `Boys´ with a smile on her face. When it had been first announced that the tournament was happening at Hogwarts, Charlie and Ron had been cheering when they had heard it, and that everyone was allowed to partake, again more cheering from every male in the school, if they were seventeen or older, that was when the booing came, Ron and Charlie being the loudest.

Hermione had just sighed at her two boys and was seriously asking herself as to why she was still friends with those two. The only thing that the two had in their heads was having an adventure or being lazy when they could. Hermione was disapproving of this, yet Charlie wasn't as worse as Ron. Ron, having taken the lesser election courses as Charlie and her, had more free time on his hands and was always trying to rope Charlie into being lazy with him or play chess with him. Hermione always rolled her eyes at that but was secretly proud of Charlie when the boy said he couldn't and he had his homework that he needed to do first.

What had Hermione and Ron the most surprised when the school year started was the fact that Charlie had really quit the Quidditch team. Of course, the team hadn't taken to it as well as one had hoped and had tried to get Charlie to rejoin them. Charlie had been firm in his decision, though. He always declined it and said he had to first think of his school work and he wanted to have some free time, too, and he had his want of being a child, too. He wanted some time alone with himself and his friends and not always be away. James, surprisingly enough, had actually understood his son and even supported his decision.

"You two are horrible," Hermione suddenly hissed at her two friends who were making faces at Malfoy. "Why am I friends with you again?"

"Oh come on, Hermione!" Ron whined, flipping Malfoy off. "It's fun! 'Sides it is the only thing that keeps us entertained and out of trouble!"

"You heard him," Charlie snickered when he saw the face that Malfoy made. "Would you rather have us running off and into trouble?"

"Heaven's no!" Hermione nearly shrieked out, a horrified expression on her face when she saw their mischievous expressions. "I'd rather have you two be good for once!"

"You mean like we had been at the Quidditch match?" a wicked gleam was in Charlie's eyes.

"You mean when you two had gone off with the twins to play pranks on the Minister?" Hermione shoot back, she was surprised that no one had turned to them yet. They weren't really being silent in their conversation. "I am surprised that the Aurors haven't noticed your doings!"

"Eh, they had!" Ron said, also a wicked gleam in his eyes. "But they had even encouraged us to do more pranks."

Hermione sputtered at that, "You cannot be serious!"

"Oh, he is very serious about this!" Charlie was nodding to his friend's words. "That had me really surprised, too!"

Before Hermione could open her mouth and berate her two friends more, a sudden silence went around the whole hall. Professor Dumbledore had taken a position in front of the blue burning cup; it was like magic that the moment that the Headmaster had taken his position and everyone knew that they had to be silent. Charlie and Ron's eyes were glued to the Headmaster, waiting for him to finally speak up and say the words that everyone was dying to hear. Everyone was actually like this, waiting for the Headmaster to finally speak and do something, anything to make the tension go away.

"Now, we all know why we are here today," the aged Headmaster spoke up, a twinkle was in his eyes. "We are all here to draw for the Triwizard-Tournament the champions out!"

Polite applause went around the schools, while some were cheering loudly at that.

"I know, I know!" Professor Dumbledore said with a little laugh, taking his wand out and waving it, dimming the lights in the Great Hall. "Now... Let us start with the first champion!"

The moment that the lights began to dim down, the blue burning cup began to heat up. The flames dancing along on it began to dim down only for them to fire up a few seconds later. This happened a few more times before suddenly a light singed paper was thrown out of the cup and flying into the waiting hand of one Albus Dumbledore.

"And the champion from Durmstrang is," Headmaster Dumbledore began in a loud voice, his eyes reading the name written on the paper," VIKTOR KURM!"

There was a loud uproar of applause coming from the students of Durmstrang. Their whistling and cheering was so loud that the windows in the Great Hall were shaking. All the while, one Viktor Krum had stood up from his place among his peers and made his way slowly to the front where his Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, showed him the way to a room where the champions waited.

"Now, now," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "we still have two more champions to go!"

The students became silent again the moment that Krum had vanished behind the doors of the room and the cup began its strange dance of flames yet again. Another singed paper flew out of it, only to be caught by the Headmaster yet again.

"The champion for Beauxbatons is," Professor Dumbledore said in a loud voice, his eyes ghosting over the paper again, "FLEUR DELACOUR!"

The girls from the all girls' school were more polite in their cheering. There were no calls or loud voices, just a polite applause for one of their own. Delacour, just like Krum, made her way to the front where her Headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime, waited for her to lead her to the side room for the champions.

"Now, it is Hogwarts turn!" Charlie said in an excited voice, not really caring as to whom the champions were for the other schools. "Who do you think it will be?"

"No idea, mate," Ron was just as excited, his eyes trained on the cup like everyone's eyes were. "I just hope it is not a Slytherin!"

Hermione just kept her silence, her eyes trained on their Headmaster who had a paper in his hand yet again.

"Last but not least, the champion for Hogwarts is," again, the aged man let his eyes roam over the name on the paper and a smile came to his face, "CEDRIC DIGGORY!"

The uproar of loud voices, cheers and congratulations went around the room when the Huffelpuff made his way up to the front to his headmaster. It was even louder than the one that Drumstrang had started. His Professor was waiting for him to lead him to the room. The moment that the last champion had vanished behind the doors, Headmaster Dumbledore turned the lights up again and was about to speak to his students and guests again but the cup made its strange dance of flames yet again and another paper flew out. The wizened old man caught the paper perplexed in his hands, something like this had never happened before.

He read what was written on the paper, his face paled before an enraged expression took its place on his face. The Great Hall was deathly silent; the students of Hogwarts had never seen such an expression on their Professor, their kind Headmaster's face before. They hadn't thought that their Headmaster couldn't be anything but nice and kind. It would seem that they had been proven wrong just now. The expression was just wrong on that wizened old man's face. It didn't feel right.

The Drumstrang and Beauxbatons' students began to whisper to each other when they saw the expression and the shocked faces of the Hogwarts' students. What was going on?

"What is the meaning of this?" the way the Headmaster spoke made the students shiver, something in his tone spoke of something forbidden. "Who has thought to play such a crude prank?"

When no one answered, the headmaster spoke up again.

"Who has thought it great idea to write 'Rose-Lynn Potter' on this paper and throw it in the Goblet of Fire?"

The moment he had spoken the name, all eyes turned to one Charlie Potter who had gone wide eyed at hearing the name. His friends gave each other nervous glances while placing their hands on their friend's shoulder, giving him silently their support.

Those two knew what that name meant to their friend, how could they not? Charlie's father had finally after years of begging from his son, told his son finally why he was always so sad when he was staring at the photo of a woman with a black haired babe in her arms. It was his twin sister, Rose-Lynn Potter, who had gone missing when James had done something horribly stupid. Of course, everyone knew of the missing Potter child, the girl that seemed to have been kidnapped and had yet to be found again. Many had thought she was dead while James Potter was still in the firm belief that his only daughter was still alive.

Charlie had been hurt at first when he heard from his father what he had done to his baby sister and how she had gone missing. The young teenager hadn't spoken to his father for a month when he had been finally told about her and just why his father had given her away. He hadn't understood his father's reasoning back then, he still didn't. James hadn't really known how to deal with his son withdrawing from him like this. It was a tough month for both of them.

Before anyone could open their mouth or anything other could be said there was a loud bang going through the room and the cup shattered. Gasps went around the room when a strange blue mist began to fill the space where the cup once had been. The loud bang had brought the three champions along with their Headmasters and Professor back to the Great Hall.

What then took place had many in wonder.

"Sandersonia, Marigold!" they could hear a woman speak, her voice was guarded and sounded cold.

"We are alright, Onee-sama!" they could hear two other voices mix with each other to answer to the first one, they both sounded female.

The hall was still silent, wands trained at the mist that was beginning to clear. What the people got see when the mist had cleared was something different than they had first expected. There were three women, two of them being very tall. One of them was a green haired woman, wearing a bikini with a white cloak, on one of her legs a green stocking and green boots with a little heel were tapping the ground. Her green hair had locks in them while her forked tongue was out of her mouth and she was staring with a calculating gaze around herself. The other woman was just as tall as the green haired one, yet she had red, more of an orange-fire coloured haired. Where the green haired one was skinny the orange haired one was more along the signs of being chubby and wearing the same outfit as the green haired one, a frown was on her face.

If they didn't know it any better, they would have thought those two were giants. Yet, the one that got the most shocking reaction from the students and staff alike was the third woman. She was tall, not as much as the women that stood behind her but tall enough to make them stare. The woman had straight black hair, reaching her butt and startling green eyes. Her body was that of a goddess, if you were to ask the males. Firmly shaped and build in a way that told you that she was a good fighter. She was wearing a red a skirt that opened at the front a little with a slit going to her knees, her top was of the same colour and had a low cut. A strange sign was found on the skirt and top, it looked like a circle with a face and snakes coming from the circle around it. It looked like a horrible parody of a sun.

She just like the green haired woman was looking with a calculating gaze around herself before she spoke up. What held the most attention though, was the giant red and white snake that was wrapped around the woman. The most curious thing of that snake was the fact that it was wearing a skull as a helmet. No one had really noticed how one Albus Dumbledore had gone deathly pale at the sight of the woman in front of him `T-This cannot be!´

"You, man with the greasy hair," the way the woman's voice sounded, it spoke of authority and power. "On which part of the Grandline are we here?"

"G-Grandline?" Serverus Snape was too shocked to react with the way the woman had called him; he too could see just who that woman was.

KM/CPR: FINALLY! crying tears of joy IT WAS SO HARD TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER!

Lilly: sighs You always wanted to write about Boa, didn't you?
KM/CPR: Of course! It is a story about her! It was soooo hard to keep this chapter purely about Charlie...

Luffy: Shishishi! Hey, Nice-Lady, can I have some more meat?
Lilly: You didn't! CPR, you pro-!
KM/CPR: I promised no such thing! He followed me home!

Luffy: chanting MEAT! MEAT! MEAT!

KM/CPR: From now on, we will have a special guest with us!
Lilly: hangs head in shame I cannot even control her... How am I supposed to keep them both in check?
KM/CPR&Luffy: READ AND REVIEW!