Okay so here we go chapter 3, here's where your three fav Harry Potter Characters (Harry Ron and Hermione ) step into the spotlight for a while.

*disclaimer okay I own nothing but Charlotte in this story , Harry Potter and ALL affiliated characters , place and objects are property of J.K. Rowling and all her book publishing friends...........*

Birds that can't fly

"What rotten luck" Grumbled Ron groggily the next morning "First day back and we have potions first thing and double divination." Immediately he realized his mistake and waited to be annoyed when Hermione tut tutted and lectured them on taking a sensible course like Arithmancy. He waited.......but it never came.

Harry who had been expecting a similar reaction was looking at Hermione extremely perplexed. He and Ron exchanged worried Glances.

"Hey Hermione I didn't do any of my homework this summer!" Harry said. She just kept walking, apparently deep in thought. "Oh my God Ron, some alien has taken over Hermiones body!"

Ron thoroughly ruffled clamped his hand down firmly on her shoulders. All of a sudden she snapped back to attention.

"Huh? Sorry? What did you say?" She sounded as though she had just woken up.

" What's up Herm?" Ron asked.

She shook her head and waved away the question. "Nothing. Really. I just didn't sleep well last night."

Harry raised a suspicious eye brow. "Well you had better wake up or Snape is going to fry us today."

"Yeah, sure, whatever........" she mumbled and walked into Snapes's dungeon. Snape was already there, however he didn't notice the room filling with fifth years. He and Charlotte were having a very serious and extremely quiet conversation. Hermione took a seat near the front and took her things out of her bag but concentrated on trying to hear what The two of them were saying.

"..................or do you want me to make you some?" asked Snape. To Harry, Ron and Hermiones' surprise Snape had a look of genuine concern on his face.

Charlotte looked tiered and now stood before him undecided finally she spoke " Could you just crush up the ingredients for me? I lost mine last night after the .......er......incident.......Could you just put them in a vile for me? So that I could brew it whenever I need it.?" Hermione was finding it had to hear over the chatting of the class.

Snape nodded and ladled out a steaming potion into a goblet which he handed to Charlotte. " Here drink this. It will calm you." Charlotte accepted gratefully wile the teacher rummaged in a little cabinet and pulled out a small vile. "Take a drop of this before you sleep. So you wont dream." Charlotte took this too thanking Snape who smiled down on her with actual kindness. She slipped the vile into a pocket in her robes.

Quickly she picked up the vile and drank down it's potion. Immediately Hermione noticed the fear leave Charlottes eyes. Indeed the overall effect of the potion was unnerving. It seemed as though all the emotion had been sucked from Charlotte and all that was left was calm contentedness.

Indeed as the potions lesson wore on the effect of the potion had thoroughly creeped Hermione out. Harry and Ron noticed her frown slightly and saw the wheels in her head began to turn. However they also noticed

Once or twice Hermione had looked up to study Charlotte and found the student teacher watching her intently. And the first thought that struck each time was She knows.......She knows what I am thinking. But then Charlotte would turn to help Neville or some other student and the moment would have passed, However Hermione was left with a tiny icy twinge inside.

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The Gryffindor common room was crowded that evening. Fred and George sat in a corner, they had just received an owl from the owner of Zonkos joke shop. The owner it seemed was interested in helping them start their joke shop when they finished at Hogwarts. They sat with lee contentedly gazing into the fire, lazily dreaming of wealth and infamy.

The portrait hole opened and Fleur Delacour entered with Charlotte close on her heels. It seemed Fleur had decided she would now be rooming with Charlotte, Charlotte had not objected, remembering the previous nights events and knowing that Fleur would understand.

The two walked over to the table around which Harris Blake the Arithmancy student teacher and Drew York the muggle studies student teacher were sitting at. The four of them were engaged in a conversation when a dove carrying a large package flew through the window.

"Segolene!" Charlotte cried when the bird deposited the package on the table. The dove flew up and rested on her shoulder. Fleur smiled bemusedly and crooned to the tiny bird in her native tongue while those who had seen the arrival of the creature looked on confused.

Fred stood and stride over to where the four of them stood. " How on earth did that little bird carry that enormous package all the way here? " he asked Charlotte.

Charlotte smiled at him. Hermione who was watching from a nearby chair was relieved to see the calming potion Snape had given her had worn off.

"Segolene has Phoenix blood in her," Charlotte explained "evidently more than I originally thought. This package is from my Father, he is living in Salem Massachusetts right now......" she pulled a packet of crackers from her pocket and crumbled one up on the table. Segolene flew off her shoulder and began hungrily munching away at the crumbs.

Meanwhile Charlotte took her package over by the fire, Fred , and Fleur followed. The three sat cross legged on the hearth rug while Charlotte gingerly lifted items from the package. A photo album, a few books seemingly hundreds of framed pictures. Charlotte smiled at the discovery of each object. A box of letters which she snatched away from them before either Fleur or Fred got a chance to read them. And finally the last item which Charlotte lifted out mystified.

A small wooden box, polished until it gleamed. A miniscule golden latch on side glinted in the fire light. Trembling slightly Charlotte lifted the latch and opened the box to reveal what at first glance seemed to be a wand. But it was far to thin and pointed. It was a baton, ivory and engraved with tiny musical notes . She closed the box and laid it on her lap.

"What did you use that for?" Fred asked George had com over to join them and was looking bemusedly at the pictures, mostly the muggle ones that stood still.

Charlotte shook her head. "It's nothing important. Just a part of my old life." She began carefully repacking the package. Finally she stood and Yawned. "It's late. I should really be getting to bed.

George was still holding a scrap book. "Hey Charlotte is there anymore muggle pictures in here?" He asked. She nodded sleepily. "Is it okay if I look at it for a while? I promise I'll give it back to you in the morning."

"Sure" Charlotte answered while yawning. She turned and entered the girls dormitory. Fred sat on the floor laughing hysterically as the people in newspaper pictures and comic strips .......did nothing at all. This pass time filled up many hours for Fred and George that night. Finally they turned a page and sat silent for a moment in the now nearly empty common room.

"She looks like Charlotte......but she's too old." said George gazing in disbelief at the article. The Large headline read "Local mother commits suicide."

"Catherine Wildsmith" read Fred. " That must be her mother." Suddenly feeling as though they had trespassed on personal property they gently closed the book. They looked at each other and said nothing. . Wordlessly the two got up and walked to the boys dormitory. Something silent had passed between them, and they both knew hey would not speak of what they had just seen again.

again not very exciting, but what kind of author would I be if I didn't build things up for a bit? well love ya all !