I cannot run from it forever…Yet there are some things…I will never be able to let go of…Could anyone possibly feel…Feel the same way I do?...Perhaps...Perhaps we have simply been misunderstood…And neither do I know myself…Or where I stand in this life…Too familiar…Those were and are…The thoughts of one alone in the world…

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She messed up. Vixen can admit that but it still hurt her pride as her peers, professors, headmaster from Hogwarts and then those from both the Durmstrang Institute's and the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, stared with fear, awe, and surprise of the ice-covered Great Hall and the two Cleaners appearing out of nowhere. Luckily it's only the one time since she had received her powers that they had to come and assist the damage that she has done by exposing her Wiccan magic. Vixen couldn't help it, however, as her anger and fear had taken over when Dumbledore had taken the last–surprising–parchment, reading Harry's name out of it.

After the initial shock, Harry halfway towards Dumbledore, was when Vixen came out of it and yelled angrily as she made her way after him. She accused Karkaroff, being that he was a snitch on the Death Eaters when Voldemort had vanished, and he had argued back until he was surprised that she knew so much about him. She was grateful that Sirius had told her and Harry about what had happened during the trials as Karkaroff was the one to snitch on Barty Crouch Jr.'s involvement with the Death Eaters and part of the ones that tortured the Longbottoms.

It was some advantage coming into this year with what was to happen but neither of the teens had seen Harry's name being placed into the Goblet. They both had assumed that he was to be either get kidnapped or dragged into the Forbidden Forest during the tasks, not actually be in the tournament! It was the day for the Goblet of Fire to pick the three champions from the three different schools for the Triwizard tournament that was to start in two weeks. As the Headmaster was about to explain what was to happen now that the three have been chosen, did the Goblet fired up again, confusing everyone–including Dumbledore, Barty, and Ludo.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to show my powers," Vixen told the two Cleaners. "Can you make it so that I won't forget anything so that my emotions don't expose my magic again?"

The Cleaner that she remembered from the first time her magic came forward when her grandmother died nods towards her. "As we do not want you to expose your magic again, that will not be a problem. We will also revert back time so that you can change what you had done and not be exposed again."

With another nod, Vixen closed her eyes as the Cleaners close their own eyes and spread their arms, a bright white light blinding everyone. She blinked a couple of times as she looked around to see Harry being pushed by Hermione off the bench to start walking towards a confused and fearful Dumbledore holding a piece of parchment. When everyone started to complain how it was unfair as he was underage did Vixen snapped out of it and rose to her feet, feeling the familiar anger but holding it back this time.

"This is bullshit!" she yelled loudly, rushing after Harry as everyone quieted down and watching her, "Someone did something to the Goblet of Fire because it was only supposed to pick three champions as there are only three magic schools participating!"

The mummers started a low hum as everyone let the information sink in a bit, "Even so," Barty started, frowning at the glaring teen. "There is no way to reverse it, he must participate!"

Vixen went on to argue but Dumbledore interrupted her, "Not here, Miss Black. Follow us," he said, nodding to the side entrance in which the champions are waiting to get their instructions.

"Fine!" the Wiccan witch growled angrily at her Headmaster before turning to glare at everyone in the Great Hall, "Once I find out who the hell messed with the Goblet and placed my brother's name in it!" she said, the silence deafening as everyone stared at her, "You're going to wish that I never found out!"

With that she turned and walked after the adults down the steps just to the side of the professor's table, hearing arguing from the other headmasters and the Ministry officials. As she entered the spare room, Vixen saw red when she saw Dumbledore pushing Harry down on a table, trying to make him confess if he had one of the older students place his name in the goblet. She warned him to let Harry go, Severus taking hold of her arm to stop her from charging the headmaster and getting herself into trouble.

Despite that neither Harry or Severus got along–due to the hatred Severus had for both Harry's father and his godfather that took place during their school days–Vixen did get along with the Potion Master, who saw the potential of her potion making. The only thing that Vixen told him the first time when he had questioned her about where she had learned the skill, she told him that it was an aunt of her father that taught her from a young age before her death five months before she received her Hogwarts letter and had kept practicing to that day. The older man admired her, despite that she was both a Black and a Hufflepuff.

Although he tried not to show favoritism outside of his own House, Severus did seem to give Hufflepuff more points whenever it came to brewing potions–even when it was just a small amount. Her other Housemates and her peers never really questioned it, thankfully, as Vixen was truly well at brewing potions as even some students from Ravenclaw would come to her to ask how to do a certain potion or how she had gotten the results. She knew it was a bit embarrassing for Ravenclaw, as they were to be the most intellectual House but Vixen never mocked them for it. Not like any other person would have.

Vixen was brought out of her thoughts when Barty spoke up, "The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract." he turns to everyone, looking very grave of what he was about to say, "Mr. Potter has no choice, he is, as of tonight, a Triwizard Champion."

"I really wish Phoebe was able to see this!" Harry muttered as he felt sick to the stomach, "And stop the son of a bitch who put my name in the Goblet!"

Vixen could only nod in agreement, moving from Severus' side and over to Harry, placing a hand on his shoulder as he leaned forward with his hands on his knees. Her mind was racing with what they were about to do now and had to wonder if, perhaps, it was a good idea to stop Phoebe from having premonitions of them. Maybe it was time for them to meet so that Vixen can ask for their help in stopping Voldemort returning and keeping Harry safe.

Now, it seems, that they were screwed.

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–Gryffindor Tower–

Harry smiles softly as Vixen sighs against him, finally asleep. Ron and Hermione shake their heads in amusement, as were the other boys before they settled into their own beds, closing the curtains around their own beds. After receiving their instructions for the tournament, Vixen had returned to Gryffindor Tower with Harry so that they can get together with both Hermione and Ron about their plan of action. However, a party of sorts seemed to have been going on and Vixen quickly diffuses the celebration by stating–once again–that someone had placed Harry's name and confounded the Goblet to think there were four schools.

Questions fired at them of why's and who would do that but with no answers themselves, the two teens went up the boy's stairs with Hermione following behind. Vixen then had to bring Ron down several notches of jealousy, letting him know that Harry would never enter a dangerous tournament as he doesn't look for trouble. It took a while but Ron finally got the fact that Harry hated the attention and would never put himself in such a predicament nor would he do something without Vixen knowing about it either.

Harry's mind thought back to what Vixen had told him just before the names were announced for the Triwizard tournament. Trent had informed her that morning that Leo does not remember his quest to know her and her brother's when they had met in passing. Vixen was relieved that her spells had worked but had told her Whitelighter to keep an eye on them in case her spells did backfire down the line. She let Harry know that she was worried about messing with her cousin's power and prayed that the spell wouldn't affect her or the Charmed One's destiny.

Although he had reassured her that her spells weren't for personal gain or the fact that she worded it for Phoebe to lose her powers or any of the Halliwell's memory was a very good sign in his books. Vixen still seemed to be anxious about her spells backfiring, especially with Harry being in the tournament, but the ten-day younger witch just couldn't help worry about others instead of herself. It was one of the things that Harry both hate and love about her, just like she loved and hate of how a bully he was growing up.

With a sigh of his own, Harry suggested they sleep too as it was late. Hermione bid them good night, leaving the boy's dorm for the girl's–already knowing to let Vixen stay where she was after the first year she tried to make her leave Harry's side one time. Harry had maneuvered Vixen so he was free to move and took the journal from underneath his pillow to let Sirius and Vixen's brothers know what had happened. None of them were going to like what happened and knew that he would need to prepare for some arguments.

By the time it was three in the morning, Harry had explained and argued with Sirius, Paxton, and Perseus about why they couldn't go to the sister's and that there was no way out of the tournament. Harry slept in until ten, Vixen waking him up, both her hair and clothes different from when she had fallen asleep on him. The two had walked out of the Gryffindor Tower and out of the castle onto the grounds, Harry grateful to not associate with any of his peers just yet and glad that Vixen and his friends knew him very well. They met up with Ron and Hermione at a secluded area that Vixen had found their first year, plates of food. The four of them continued to talk about what they should do now and how to help Harry through the tasks.

"Well, Harry won't know of the first task until the day before," Vixen tells them, biting off a piece of bacon. "So, we'll have less than twenty-four hours to help figure out what to do."

"That doesn't help us at all!" Hermione said outrageously.

"It's all we got," Harry tells her softly.

Vixen nods, sighing as she leans back on her hands, "Remember, this tournament was meant for seventh year students, not fourth years! We'll just have to be fast readers and be smarter than we have been in the last three years."

'Do you think it's time to tell them about you, now?' Harry suddenly asked.

Vixen frowns, looking up at the clear sky, despite the cloudy day only twelve hours before, 'No, let's wait until after the first task.'

'You mean when I either get hurt or die after the first task?' Harry asked sarcastically.

Vixen snorts, 'Neither of which is going to happen. No, we wait and after the first task then we tell them my secret.'

'I'll be happy for no more secrets,' Harry tells her honestly. 'I hate not telling them the whole truth.'

'I know, and once we take Voldemort down we won't have too.'

The Wiccan witch continued to watch the cloudless sky, her mind going to the coming future and all that is to come. Then, thinking back, Vixen remembered the surprised and confused when she had received letters from both Hogwarts and Ilvermorny, her brothers and cousins stating it wasn't fair. As much as she wanted to go to Hogwarts, Vixen didn't want to disappoint her family–her older brother's especially–and told both her grandmother and Penny one day when she thought no one was home.

Her brothers, who had come home early, heard the hurt in her voice and the tears and had felt guilty for putting pressure on her decision. It was at dinner that they told her to follow her heart in which school was best for her and not what everyone else wanted, in which she had responded to crying and hugging her brothers. Her cousins were still mad at the fact that she wasn't going to Ilvermorny–the American school that their family has been going to for three generations–but didn't push it when her uncle and aunt berated them until they, too, accepted her choice to go to Hogwarts.

Honestly, none of her family actually thought she would have been accepted to any school because of her Wiccan magic. For whatever reason, however, Vixen had beaten those odds and it had made her wonder why the fates had wanted to do with her. So, with lots of talk with her brothers and father, and even with her grandmother and Penny, Vixen had decided to go to Hogwarts–not because of all the stories Sirius had told them or the fact that she can take her wand home, no, it had just felt…right. If felt right because it has been almost three generations since their family has gone to Hogwarts.

The rest of the day found the four friends talking strategy and possible suspects of who placed Harry's name into the Goblet. Then that night Vixen returned to the Hufflepuff common room, getting some frosty and sympathy looks. None of her peers will say anything to her, however, as they knew firsthand what happens when you anger her. Enclosed in her bed, Vixen was concentrating on an image behind her closed eyelids–a silver of the image before her but not materializing.

It's something that she's been trying for a few years now and hadn't told anyone in her family for fear of such powers coming to light in the world of evil. Vixen had noticed that her Catoptromancy powers started to become a bit more powerful with every reflective surface and wanted to push it a bit more. She had started to try and call to materialize a mirror and to both talk with someone and see if there was a way to go through them. The teen had gotten the idea when she had read a comic about the X-Men and a mutant, Blink, that can teleport herself from one place to another.

She had thought to herself if she or anyone was to ever be in trouble she can help them escape through the mirror a similar way. So far Vixen hasn't had any luck but every night or every chance that she was by herself in the Room of Requirements, she would practice in materializing a large mirror and try to go through it. She's been able to push a finger through the mirror before the glass became solidified once again–Vixen had almost lost her fingers doing this a couple of times, actually.

With a sigh, Vixen stopped trying to materialize a mirror and instead tried to get some sleep as classes would resume the next day. Of course, the next day and the following were very stressful for Harry but with Vixen at his side and her continuous threat, it wasn't as bad as it would have if she didn't threaten anyone. Or be there throughout the years! When classes started, there was many frosty looks and presence from their fellow peers. Vixen wasn't deterred, however, as she had gotten another letter from Charlie and was on cloud nine.

Although the letters were merely the both of them getting to know each other, his words always seem to make her smile. Even Professor Sprout was cold and distant to the four friends and only three of them were worried, Vixen was too focus on both Charlie's letter and the upcoming tasks that are to come soon.

"You're very smitten with Charlie," Harry teased quietly after Herbology, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I'm surprised someone had gotten your interest! And he's eight years older than you!"

Vixen smiles, blushing, "Yeah, well, what can I say? He's a charmer."

Harry snorts, laughing, "I call bullshit."

Vixen sticks out her tongue at him before pushing him towards the entrance of the school as he, Hermione, and Ron had Care of Magical Creatures, "Have fun in class, Potter! Let me know if anyone gives you trouble."

"Have fun writing love letters, Black!" Harry called back with a laugh, only to laugh harder when Vixen flipped him the bird without a backward glance.

Entering the Great Hall, Vixen sat at the Hufflepuff table away from everyone and quickly took out her pen and parchment. Although she did have notebook paper for her notes–which the professors did not mind her using, even though Severus had taken off points in her first class before being lenient after her potion making–Vixen always wrote Charlie back with the parchment and pen. He had questioned her about this and the Wiccan witch explained that she was just used to using Muggle pen and paper but had figured he would be comfortable with the familiar parchment. And she always hated writing with the ink and quill as she always seemed to smudge her words.

Charlie,

What you do day and night for such incredible animals is truly amazing! I wish I had the courage to do what you do with these Dragons but I think I will stick to what I know best–and that's keeping Harry out of trouble. I always wanted a dog but with being the type of witch that I am and the lifestyle that I'll be living, it wouldn't be a good idea. I know what you're thinking, and I wish that I can tell you but as of right now I will need to tell both Ron and Hermione first before telling you. I hope you understand.

Right now, everyone is believing that Harry had somehow confused and placed his name inside the Goblet of Fire and are saying terrible things behind his back and giving him looks of disgust. Of course, they know better than to say anything in front of me as I am good at taking revenge, as I had explained what I did to Draco Malfoy our first year. I know that my House believes that I had betrayed them in siding with Harry but what they don't seem to understand was that he's my brother and in my family, we do anything for family!

Can I just say that I'm surprised that you didn't become Magizoologist? What was it about dragons that had captured your heart so dearly? When did you find out that you had an inkling of dragons? I am still a bit unsure of what I want to do as a career and I think as it comes closer to graduation it's going to make me freak out even more than I already am.

I can't wait to see you but I wish you would tell me why you are coming if you are always so busy with the dragons in Romania! And I know this as your brothers and the rest of your family has told me that you would miss the family vacations or holidays because you are taking care of the dragons! Which is not an overly bad thing as it is your love and your passion that drives you to go over and beyond to take care of such magical creatures! But, as I had said earlier, the family is everything and we would need to do anything for family.

Take care, my Red-head Dragon, and I'll await your next letter!

Blessed Be,

Vixen

The Wiccan witch sighs, looking over her letter and wonder if she would need to re-do it so it wouldn't sound so…love sick! Groaning at the thought of changing her mind and rewriting the whole letter, she quickly rolls it up and ties it with the string that she has. She figured that she would do some of her homework first before going to the owlery to send the letter. Like everything else in her life, luck seemed to be on her side when her very pale barn owl came gliding in with a screech. He was whiter with a dusted golden/brown color on him, having been the runt of his kind and likely to not live past his first year.

That was when Vixen decided to buy him, feeling a kinship with the owl. She had named him Notus, which was after the Greek god of the south wind, who was thought to be the bringer of storms in late summer and autumn. He came to a smooth landing in front of her and gave a soft screeching sound in hello, leaning his head into her hand as she rubbed just behind his head. A breathy laugh escapes her lips from how her lovely owl was acting. He was now about three years old and he didn't get along with the other owls just Hedwig as Vixen and Harry were very close themselves.

"What do you have here, sweetheart," she questioned, untying the note from his leg. "It's from Trent?" Vixen takes a piece of bacon, that suddenly appeared before her, and gave it to Notus, who gave another screeching sound and started to eat it as she opened the quick note.

The Triad is working even harder to kill your cousins. The Elders had to send the Sister's back in time to keep your ancestor, Melinda Warren, from going evil! Keep an eye out in case they found out about you, I got your brother's on high alert and protected.

The Wiccan witch frowns at this, having heard of the Triad over the years but they had seemed only interested in her cousins so far. Humming with the thought of possibly contacting her grandmother and Grams to see if there was anything that she can do to further protect her cousins from all the evil attacks they've been getting. Notus nipping her fingertips brought her out of her thoughts and gave a soft chirrup, a knowing look in his black eyes so striking against his white feathered face.

"You know where to take this, sweetheart," Vixen tells him softly, tying the letter to Charlie on Notus' left leg that he held out to her with an irritated look. "Take as many breaks that you need and don't be too impatient with Charlie, please."

Notus chirruped, fluffing his feathers but gave a screech before spreading his wings and taking flight. Vixen shakes her head and looks at the simple snacks that suddenly appeared and took one of the bread to start spreading the butter and jam to snack on it. She did some of her homework, ignoring the small chatter that was going on around her from other students that didn't have classes that morning either. She can hear the whispers and the stares but didn't pay them any mind and she figured that might have irritated some of her other peers who were probably trying to get a rise out of her.

"Trying to plan out how to help Potter cheat into winning the tasks, Black?" a sneering male voice said behind her.

Mentally rolling her eyes, Vixen began to gather her notes as she finished the homework and wanted to go speak with her grandmother and Penny. "No more than Cedric and his friends would, no doubt, be helping Macmillan through these tasks."

Sighing, the Wiccan witch stood with her notes on her arms and turned to stare at the stout-looking boy with blond/brown hair and brown eyes looking down his nose at her. Ernest 'Ernie' Macmillan was one of the many Hufflepuff's that resented Harry becoming a champion, as well as her roommate and classmate, Hannah Abbott who stood next to him with her arms crossed. She was a nice pink-faced witch with blonde hair and blue eyes, if albeit naïve and believes anything that others say or even rumors that course around the school.

"Unless you want me to curse you like I did Malfoy three years ago, I suggest you back off!" she threatens them, giving them a look.

Both teens took a couple of steps back with fear in their eyes and Vixen raising an eyebrow before walking away, grinning secretly. Everyone's heard about what she's done to Draco in her first year at Hogwarts when he was bullying Neville in the courtyard. Safe to say that the Slytherin boy has learned his lesson and has never crossed her path again. Her mind went to what Ernie had said and knew that soon she and Hermione would need to hit the books and find everything and anything to help Harry survive!

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It took me a while to update as I needed to finish this chapter, which I didn't get a chance to do yesterday. And as I am sure you all have noticed, there is going to be a lot of time leaps. Let me know what you guy's think. Thanks for the read!