After school started again, Lupin started teaching Rebekah the Patronus charm. She had trouble trying to concentrate when her mother's screaming invaded her mind when the Dementor got too close.

Rebekah wasn't happy when Slytherin narrowly won the match with Ravenclaw. Flint wasn't either and so said that they would extend training in the mornings and evenings. Rebekah didn't mind so much, it was his last year as Captain since Marcus Flint would leave as the summer came.

"You're expecting too much of yourself," Lupin said in their fourth week of practice. "For a thirteen-year-old Witch, even an indistinct Patronus is a huge achievement. You aren't passing out anymore, are you?"

"A Patronus should make the Dementors disappear, not just slow them down," Rebekah said, her spirit down as their lessons didn't make the Patronus appear properly.

"The true Patronus does do that," Lupin said. "But you've achieved a great deal in a very short space of time. If the Dementors put in an appearance at your next Quidditch match, you will be able to keep them at bay long enough to get back to the ground."

"There were over a hundred last time, and you said if there's a large number, it's harder to ward them off,"

"I have complete confidence in you," Lupin said, smiling. "Here, you've earned a drink, something from the Three Broomsticks. You won't have tried it before," He pulled two bottles out of his briefcase.

"Butterbeer?" Rebekah said without a thought. "I remember that, it was good. My friends brought some back on the last Hogsmeade trip."

He hummed like he didn't believe her but ignored it. "Let's drink to Sirius's health. I hope he finds a way to get himself out of trouble."

"I'll have to ask Emperor to find him again," Rebekah sighed.

"Can Emperor communicate with him?" Lupin sipped at his Butterbeer.

"To a certain degree, I can speak to Emperor and he can understand me quite well," Rebekah said. "In the back of my mind, I know what Emperor means when he meows and makes certain movements. He's my Familiar, if he believes that Sirius Black is telling the truth, so will I then."

"Good," He said. "The Daily Prophet said that the Ministry has given the Dementors permission to perform the Dementor's Kiss if they find him."

"Damn, I'll have Emperor get him this weekend while I'm watching the match," Rebekah muttered. "He's supposed to be with me at all times, I'll bring Fidele with me instead."

After Black had broken into the Gryffindor dorms and trashed Ron Weasley's dorm which he shared with four other boys, security in the castle increased tenfold. it was annoying because people caught a tighter eye on Rebekah and most of the time it was because they were suspicious.

Rebekah still went back in time but she had to be extra careful. Her work didn't suffer and so she was still happy with it. Her journals were beginning to multiply as every year had more and more to write down about. Her subjects took up three already, and her extra credits took up two, while her daily one had turned into a very fat journal that was hidden in a trunk with several padlocks.

She was still sour about Lupin seeing her with the Marauder's Map, he confiscated it straight away and she huffed.

At breakfast, a very small bird landed in front of Rebekah. She quickly knew this bird wasn't native to the UK. She pulled the small note from its leg and gave it a treat as she opened it.

Hello Rebekah, it said.

I've got someone who wants to meet Tercet and I thought it best if you were present to keep the Beast calm. I thought he'd want to meet Emperor too, I doubt he's seen one like Emperor before.

Can you send a reply if you are free today at one o'clock?

Cheers,

Hagrid.

Rebekah's curiosity was piqued, she sent a reply back and agreed to wait for Hagrid at the Entrance Hall. she'd bring Emperor and Fidele with her. She had the whole day free because it was another Hogsmeade weekend and Rebekah didn't plan to go to Hogsmeade again.

Perhaps she'd visit Vibora and check on the egg, it had been a few weeks since she had started the preparations for a new Basilisk.

"You okay?" Daphne asked, bringing the spoon of cereal to her mouth.

Rebekah nodded with a small sigh. "Yeah, I'm just a bit tired. Stayed up a little too late looking through the DADA textbook again. I'll be busy at lunch so don't wait for me. Bring me back a few Shock-o-Chocs though, I liked them."

"Sure," Daphne nodded. "And some Tooth-Splintering Strong Mints?"

"Hmm, yes," Rebekah said.

At five minutes to six, after seeing Vibora and checking on the egg, Rebekah pulled her robes on and made her way to the Entrance Hall with Fidele around her neck and Emperor by her feet.

Hagrid stood with a man that had short grey hair and kept a thin briefcase by his side.

"Good afternoon, Hagrid," She said. "Afternoon, sir. Is he the man?"

"Yeh, Rebekah, this is Mr Scamander," Hagrid gestured to the man.

"I presume you are Newt Scamander?" Rebekah asked, shaking his extended hand and watching his smile widen.

"I am,"

"I am Rebekah Potter and this is Emperor and Fidele," She said, gesturing to Emperor who twirled around her ankles and Fidele who poked his head out of his head.

"Do yeh want to go back teh me hut to continue?" Hagrid said. When they got there, Emperor instantly became the size of a lion and sat with Fang. Mr Scamander's eyes narrowed as he tried to think of what Emperor was.

"A Bakeneko," Rebekah suddenly said. "He's my Familiar."

A small creature came out of Mr Scamander's front pocket. It was very small but its green colouring was bright against the coat. It was as skinny as a green bean with two long fingers on each hand. It climbed up his coat and rested on Mr Scamander's shoulders, steadying itself.

"And this is mine," Mr Scamander smiled fondly as the tiny creature allowed him to hold it in his palm. "This is Pickett, a male Bowtruckle. He has attachment issues."

"He's so cute," Rebekah said and gently used a fingertip to scratch his chest. "Aww."

Pickett allowed her to caress him for a moment before he buried under Mr Scamander's sleeve cuff and appeared at his ear.

"That's enough, Pickett," He said when the Bowtruckle blew into his ear. "I've heard of this HellHound, Tercet? I'd love to meet him."

Hagrid escorted them to the very edge of the forest and Rebekah yelled into it.

"Harmoni, Zastiti, Haos! Come on, boys!"

Rebekah braced herself as the trees in the forest cracked as the HellHound jostled his way against the thick shrubs and brush. As he came closer, the ground began to thump with each of his steps. If Rebekah wasn't used to it, she would have fallen over by now.

Without warning, Rebekah shrieked as she was chucked into the air and landed on the back of the HellHound. Her breath was forced out of her as the HellHound refused to stop running around the two adults with Rebekah bouncing on his back.

"Let me down!" Rebekah said betweens yelps as her back hit the HellHound's. She got her hand under one of the collars and was able to steady herself. "Calm down, boys."

Rebekah had handed Mr Scamander her revised copy of his book, Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them, and allowed him to skim through the added sections and edits. When he came to the page about Thestrals, he paused and realised she could see them.

"My parents' deaths," Rebekah said with a dismissive shrug as she began to give one of the heads a good scratch. "I saw the Thestrals when I helped Hagrid feed them in my First year. I was saved by a Thestral dam when there was something in the forest and I had a detention there. Her offspring, Tatia, is such a sweetheart."

"And Basilisks?"

"Second year, it was in the Chamber of Secrets," Rebekah said and then paused. "I killed it because it was going to try and kill me."

"Acromantulas?"

Rebekah shivered. "Second year, just before the Basilisk. I hate them, "Then she turned to Hagrid who nervously wrung his hands together, "I went to speak with Aragog and he decided to allow his Colony to eat us. I threatened them with the Basilisk if he did that again."

"Yeah," Hagrid said and scratched the back of his head. "I'll have a word with 'im about that."

"Can I?" Mr Scamander said and gestured to Tercet. Rebekah nodded. He came forward carefully and allowed Harmoni to sniff his hand before covering it in slobber. "Fascinating."

"These guys fall asleep any time there is music playing," Rebekah mentioned. "He loves music but he can't help it."

"Pickett loves chestnuts, even if he can't digest them properly,"

She laughed at Pickett when he came out to pull at Mr Scamander's ear.

Due to the fact that Rebekah had been having the strange dreams that were so vivid, she almost believed she was speaking to young Tom Riddle, the days she spent Time travelling that made her exhausted by lunch, and everyone kept their eyes on her, her temper and tolerance for the older years and their pranks and attitudes worsened and shortened.

One day, after having a bad Divination lesson that predicted her death yet again, and then Muggle Studies, and Ancient Runes, and a disgusting lunch that made her feel nauseous, Rebekah wasn't in the mood to deal with the older years. She wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone so she wandered the halls until curfew would be called.

Travers from Ravenclaw took one look at Rebekah wandering the upper levels, giving her friends a look and nudge, and she decided that she was going to try and hex Rebekah. She sent a sharp hex to the back of Rebekah's head and it was absorbed by the shield Rebekah had on her at all times.

Rebekah turned around and flicked a finger, "Immobulus!"

Travers was frozen in place as her friends shrieked slightly. Rebekah did the same to the other two before telling them to leave so she and Travers could have a conversation. She undid the spell.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her, I just want to talk,"

She pulled the spellbound Travers into an empty and unused classroom a few corridors over. Rebekah didn't want to be caught. She unbound Travers after silencing the room and locking the door.

"Expelli—" Travers started but Rebekah was quicker and the older year found herself without a wand.

"You should have taken your friend's advice," Rebekah said before flicking the Witch's wand behind her. "Like really, you should have."

"You're nothing but a fake, Potter," Travers snarled as she stepped towards Rebekah, the taller girl hunched her shoulders as she glared.

"Am I, Travers?" Rebekah said calmly before taking the final step that separated them. Then she allowed a proper snarl through her lips. "I said, AM I, TRAVERS? You still have your parents, don't you?"

"So what, Potter? Just because yours were killed when you were a baby doesn't make you special,"

"No, no it doesn't," Rebekah admitted. "The reason, however, does. My parents were killed because they didn't want to join Voldemort."

Rebekah smiled when she saw Travers flinch at his name, just like everyone else.

"You have no right to say his name!"

"Don't I?" Rebekah said before using a finger to slowly gesture to the covered scar. "Cause I think this scar contradicts that. He tried to kill me, I have every bloody right to call him whatever I want. Just like I have the right to duel you."

"I'm not duelling you, Potter. Give me my wand, I want to leave,"

"I wasn't asking," Rebekah summoned the other Witch's wand before tossing it over. "Either you duel with me on a fair playing field, or you stop trying to attack me from now on."

"Fine, fine," Travers said before flinging her arms up. "I'll duel you and this can be over."

"We'll see,"

They bowed slightly, before they started.