Hey guys sorry about the wait, hope this chapter will satisfy you until the next one comes. I'm glad the fic is well liked, I honestly didn't expect it to be this popular

Now this chapter picks up a little after the last one, where Harry gets a chance to show off his skills and catch the eye of Viktor Krum. Nothing serious will happen yet, because Harry needs a chance to feel at home first. Before we go to him though, the first half is going to be about a spot for Charlotte looking into some things about Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew with a friend's help.

Oh yeah before I forget some people have Ignatius' name confused with the Peverell brothers, no that's Ignotus Peverell, and Charlotte has no connection to them.

Written by myself and my sister author AnnaBoleyna1536, and we don't own Harry Potter.

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In the streets of London, Irish Gold Pub:

Charlotte Prewett stood in the streets of the slummiest part of London, stood with her dark cloak covering her face to keep herself from being noticed in the alley she was waiting in. She stood next to a pub full of drunks and mongrels, not a bad place to hide but to keep clear out of until the drunks came out with the prostitutes. In broad daylight no less, this spot was secure from any wandering eyes of the British Ministry, least until nightfall.

'He'd better not be late.' she had been waiting for almost ten minutes, expecting someone to meet with her and soon otherwise she would return to Paris.

"A magical blessing stands before me, or is it a dark shadow that wishes to kill me?" the voice of the man she knew caught her ears.

"About time, I thought you would be late." he wore a dark hood as well, but his sandy blonde hair gave him away.

"Forgive me if I kept you waiting, I was occupied at the moment." she knew what he meant.

"How are you?"

"I've been better, but fine."

"How is the dog?"

"He hates being pent up in the house, but he's fine otherwise." Charlotte nodded.

"Have you found anything at all?" she had been working with this man since before the year began, they both knew a truth and they had been working underground to find proof.

"I'm afraid there isn't much to go on, but I keep my eyes open for clues. The rat disappeared, Merlin knows where he is."

"The rat is in London; in my own 'research' I have discovered that he is in fact a pet. I saw a cage and food in a tin as if feeding any average rodent pet. He could be with a wizard family, tell me do you know of any who would keep a rat for a pet?" Charlotte hated rats, frankly because they freaked her out but each time she saw one it wouldn't get away unscathed.

"Hmmm…" the man's eyes widened. "The Weasleys, they have a rat that's been around for quite some time."

"Really? Perhaps you should look into it, but do nothing brash. We can't risk anyone finding out right away."

"I understand." If they found the man they were looking for they would have to find a way for him to be caught by aurors. "How is your son?"

"He's doing well, he's adjusting slowly but from what I have heard he's made some new friends."

"Excellent, that's very excellent."

"Does graybeard know?" the man shook his head.

"None of them know, so far it's gotten to the point of all regret. The little carrot top will not shut up about it."

"She is delusional."

"Yes, but for now it seems things have calmed. I worry for it, but as of now there's nothing anyone can do."

"My son is well protected, you can count on that. If anything were to happen I would see it, and I will tell you now by this time next year something will happen." he understood her power, and he knew what she was capable of seeing.

"Don't say another word of it, until later."

"I was about to suggest that, now…seeing as you haven't had a proper gathering in a long while…after we bring the rat to justice, why not join me for Christmas?"

"Miss…."

"Please, it will be good for you to get out of London. Paris is very beautiful in Christmas, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it." Charlotte had been alone most of the time in Christmas, but she volunteered at shelters and children's hospitals muggle and magical so she wouldn't be alone the entire day. Now she had a son who needed all the family he could get, so this man needed to come.

"Your offer is very gracious, so I will accept it. Christmas is still a long way away though."

"Gives you more time to work out the plan and you will contact me if you find the rat."

"I will do so, now I must return. Poor Paddy doesn't like being alone." he tried to turn around.

"Wait." Charlotte pulled a purple pouch from her robes. "Here, you'll need this." she tossed it to him, and when he opened it his eyes widened.

"This is…?" Charlotte had given him an entire pouch of galleons, with a total of seven hundred. She had enough money from her father, more than what she knew to do with.

"You will need it that should be enough to last a while. Now go, I need to get back and you can't leave the puppy alone in that house. Merlin knows what he's doing…"

"Yes you're right, thank you." he turned again and disapparated from the alley. Charlotte waited a few moments to do the same, but ended up getting grabbed by a drunk who came out of the bar.

"Ey there sweetin…lucky gal…." he stunk of booze and sweat, and he was enormous like Vernon Dursley. He hardly had a hair on his head, and it was disgustingly greased up.

"Get off." she shoved him hard into the wall. "Muggles…" she disapparated after seeing she knocked the bugger unconscious.

Back in Bulgaria:

"Mr. Prewett, see me after class would you?" Harry's first class had gone well, he'd been able to show off some skills he'd kept hidden and learned from Charlotte, even Professor Snipes was impressed.

"Sure sir." all the others left but Maximus and Krum offered to wait for him. "Have I done something wrong?" he couldn't help but worry a bit.

"No no of course not! I merely wanted to ask how you learned such exquisite abilities, from your previous school."

"Um, no sir my mother…well adoptive mother she thought I should learn a few basics before I started here." Snipes smiled.

"She has the right idea; you did very well than most other students your age here. I think you'll be a good student here."

"Thanks sir, now I have to get going I don't want to be late to my other classes."

"Yes go on, I wouldn't want to mess up your first day here." Snipes seemed nice enough, he almost reminded Harry of Professor Lupin. When he had been hurt Lupin had disappeared and Harry didn't understand why. He didn't care though; at least he'd been gone before Lupin returned.

"Everything okay?" Max asked.

"Yeah, he just wanted to compliment my first day here." Krum smiled.

"He's like that to everyone, so when is your next class?"

"Not until one, gives me two hours to do this work." he held up the homework Snipes gave, a report on the spells they practiced and a log book riddled with spells to make sure the students practiced for a certain amount of time each day until the next class.

"Well mine isn't until one either."

"Me either." Max said. "What's say we head to the pitch after we do our homework?"

"One hour for homework, the other hour for Quidditch, sounds good."

"Don't we have lunch though?"

"Oh yeah…okay we can go to the pitch at five, my classes are over by then." Krum suggested and the other boys nodded.

"Oh Viktor!" Jean came running up to them in the hall.

"Yes Jean what is it?" Krum was annoyed, it was obvious.

"I was wondering if you would like to join me and the others for a game of Quidditch." he batted his really long eyelashes at him.

"I am afraid I cannot, I have classwork to do."

"But you always do your classwork in study hall, or at night."

"Yes but seeing as we have a new friend here I wouldn't mind waiting since our classes both end at five o'clock. We will take the pitch then."

"I see…well alright." Jean took off in a flash, flushed in the face with disappointment.

"Is he always so pushy?" Krum rolled his eyes at Harry.

"That's only a small amount, wait until later." Harry had to laugh, but followed the boys into the hall for a study period. Harry worked on his report with Max and Devon, while Krum helped out some of the younger students.

"They really like him don't they?" he noticed how some of the kids looked up to Krum, and he didn't seem to mind it.

"Yeah, but they don't really care for his Quidditch status. They like him as a mentor of sorts, even the teachers consider him a TA."

"TA?" Devon asked Max.

"Teacher's assistant, but he only does it because he doesn't have any siblings. Krum's an only child, he's always wanted a sibling or two but his parents can't have anymore."

"Why not?" Max shook his head.

"Can't say, not my place. I wouldn't ask either; he's very private about it." Harry knew what to do, keep out of personal business unless shared. He himself suffered, it wasn't like he was about to tell his friends that he'd nearly died and had been adopted by a seer, while everyone knew of Charlotte's prestige and family they didn't know she was a seer.

The boys all finished their homework from class, and ate lunch when it was time but right afterwards Harry had to head for his other classes. Krum accompanied him to his next one and to Harry's surprise the professor teaching the dark arts was a woman who almost reminded him of McGonagall. Her black hair was tied up in a tight bun, she had a thin face though she looked to be in her early to mid-thirties, she wore a long black and blue set of robes, and the look she gave him and the others was cold and hard like stone.

"You must be the new student, Harrison Prewett is it?" her voice was gravelly and dull.

"Yes, Professor…?"

"Mistress Montclair, I don't go by professor." she snipped at him.

"Forgive me mistress." he took his spot next to Krum, and Devon sat in the very back behind him. "She seems cross."

"She's strict and bitter is all, she's always been this way from what we know." Krum whispered.

"There's also that rivalry between her and your mum." Devon whispered, luckily class didn't begin for another five minutes.

"Rivalry?"

"They hate each other, I think it's because your mum's good friends with the European minister and several other politics, plus she actually lost her boyfriend 'because of her', or so she says." Harry's eyebrows rose a little.

"Yeah, apparently Montclair and her beau were dating for half a year and when he saw Lady Prewett he tried to seduce her and Montclair has blamed her ever since." Krum and Devon laughed. "But Lady Prewett nearly skewered the man when he accosted her."

"Wow." so now he would likely have another professor to hate him. At least he now knew Charlotte didn't take bullshit from anyone, she made that clear and this made it clearer to him.

"She hasn't dated since; she was really serious about the guy. Don't let her get to you though, she's just lonely and bitter so she doesn't exactly get mean unless it pertains to the lessons."

"Oh good, then I'll be sure to do well." he had heard some facts about the Dark Arts training; it was just a class to learn about dark spells and potions plus dark creatures. They didn't exactly do the dark arts especially if it were critical, but they at least learned about them.

"Any idea what she'll teach us today?" Devon asked Krum.

"The unforgivable curses from what I hear, she's been dying to teach that all year." Harry didn't know of those curses, but from the tone in Krum's voice they weren't good. Soon enough the rest of the class came in, including Jean and they all took their seats before Montclair turned back to face them all.

"Good afternoon boys, seems that no one is late today." the crossness in her voice was clear. "You all know we have a new student, young Mr. Prewett but we will see what he can do later."

'Yep, another one.' Harry gave an inner sigh.

"Now, for today's lesson we will be learning the three unforgivable curses. Can anyone tell me how many there are and why they are deemed so?" Devon raised his hand. "Yes Mr. Males."

"There are three, and they're unforgivable because they can put you in prison for life."

"Correct, now does anyone know what the curses can do?" Gerald raised his hand next. "Mr. Angelov."

"One is the Imperius curse, it's what some would call a mind-controlling spell. The castor can make you do whatever they wish, including kill yourself or someone else."

"Correct, and to make sure you all get an idea of what these curses do I will be the one to demonstrate. Luckily for me I have approval by the Ministry and the headmaster to do so." she pulled out her wand and then summoned a black rat from the cage that squeaked when she grabbed it. "Imperio." the rat stood up tall on its hind legs, and began dancing but squeaked loudly to stop.

'That's only a part of what the curse does.'

"Now this rat is dancing, but now…" Montclair moved her wand and the rat floated over a large cup of water conjured from her dictionary on the shelf behind her desk. "Hmmm…" she made the rat go into her hand it calmed down. "All sorts of witches and wizards claimed to be under the effects of this curse, especially some years ago when a dark wizard named Voldemort had many people under his control." Harry felt his nerves harden at the mention of Voldemort.

"How would they be able to tell if they were lying?" Devon asked.

"Simple, the torture curse…it was not used to depict if they were lying about being controlled or not, but in use. That and the truth serum potion, Veritaserum, was used very frequently during those times." she pointed her wand at the rat. "Crucio." the rat squealed in pain, enough to make everyone in the room cringe. She only held it for a minute before she stopped.

"Was that really necessary?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"In today's lesson yes Mr. Prewett, but tell me…do you know of the last curse?" Harry didn't, but he could guess.

"Death." everyone stared at him.

"Correct…" she set the rat down. "Avada Kedavra!" a green flash and the rat was dead instantly. "The killing curse, only one person is known to have survived it. A boy by the name of Harry Potter in London, England…how we don't know, no one does. It was because of this he put an end to Voldemort, yet still no one understands how a mere baby defeated a powerful wizard like that."

'Shut up already.' she sounded like she was belittling him.

"He was a baby?" Jean asked in surprise.

"A year old from what I've heard, both parents dead at the hands of the dark wizard yet he lived. Oh well, perhaps in time someone will find out the truth." she wrapped the dead rat in a cloth and bag. "Either way, these curses don't have the names for nothing. The one who made them years ago was a man of great evil and it's because of him these curses are dangerous. My advice to any of you, never use them."

'Like that isn't obvious.' Harry about rolled his eyes.

"Now…since that is out of the way we will be practicing dark spells but not until next class, unfortunately the deal with the Ministry was that on the day I teach you the unforgivable curses is a day I give you an assignment but I decided on a pop quiz, safety measures and all. So here…" she used her wand to pass out papers, with twenty-five questions a piece.

"Oh great…" Devon groaned. "Her quizzes are tough, be prepared mate."

"You have until two o'clock to finish this quiz, when you are done I want you to turn your papers in on my desk and begin the assignment on the board. Now…start." once the papers were passed out everyone began, and while Harry could tell some of the questions were tough, he knew the answers.

'This might be a long class.'

Later that day:

"Damn, did you see the expression on Montclair's face when she graded your quiz Harry?" Maximus was laughing so hard his face was red.

"It wasn't that funny Max, but yeah I agree it was priceless." Devon laughed as well. "You and Krum scored the same, but no one's ever passed her quiz on the first try." Harry had made a high grade on that quiz, and Montclair looked as if he'd cheated but couldn't say or prove it.

"Indeed, an impressive first day. And Potions…well it's a shame the class was cancelled since Professor Quincy is out." they Potions class had been cancelled after DA training, but at least they had a report on Wolfsbane due next class. They all went to the hall and finished up their homework, and now they were going towards the pitch.

"Thanks Krum." Harry felt relieved he did well, it was a good start so far.

"Now…"

"Hey Harry why don't you go on Krum's team, we'll go on the opposing team." Harry stared at Max, Devon, and Gerald.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course they are, are you good at Quidditch?"

"Well yes, I played on the team at Hogwarts and I won my first game but it's been a while." that wasn't entirely true but still.

"Then you shouldn't have a problem here, which position do you want to play?"

"I was seeker, but if I had a second spot I could be a beater." Wood had told him that in his first year.

"Normally I play seeker, but if you wish…"

"Oh no, I've actually wanted to try being a beater for a while. Perhaps I could play seeker another time." Krum nodded.

"Alright then, follow me." he led them to some sheds and while he and Harry entered one the others went into the one beside it. Harry saw Quidditch uniforms put up, black and red like Anton had said. Krum pulled out two red uniforms and handed Harry one. "We'll be playing on the red team."

"Good, I like red." Harry immediately put on the uniform, and it fit nicely. Viktor tossed him a broom. "Oh I won't need that…accio firebolt!" Harry said and in just moments the broom came to him.

"A Firebolt, that's the fastest model ever." Krum eyed the thing for a moment.

"A gift from Lady Prewett, since my old one was broken." he still couldn't call Charlotte his mum, but she was the closest thing to a mum right now.

"I doubt mine is as fast as that, but it is still very quick."

"I'm sure it is, should we go?" Harry couldn't help but stare at Viktor's muscular body, he was quite handsome.

'I see why Jean is so flirtatious with him.' Viktor was dressed in no time.

"Off we go." Krum summoned his own broom and they flew out of the shed and onto the pitch. Several more boys in black and red uniforms were waiting on the pitch, including Jean. "Good afternoon guys, Harry's going to join our team."

"Him?" Jean stared at Harry. "I'll bet he can't even fly well."

"Jean enough, he's going to be a beater for us today. This is just a practice round anyway; the real game will be on Saturday."

"Oh believe me I can fly just fine, I was a seeker beforehand."

"I think he can do it." Devon, Gerald, and Max were all in black uniforms. "I'm playing chaser here with Gerald, and Max is going to play keeper."

"Just don't hit me with those bludgers mate, last time I woke up after a month in the infirmary." Max rubbed the back of his head.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Alright, we have our teams together. I will be playing seeker, Prewett will be a beater with Jean, Archimedes, Michalski and Andovin will be the chasers, and Falcor will be the keeper. Now…let's begin!" everyone flew up into position, and Harry hovered next to Jean.

"Let's see how good you really are Prewett." Jean smirked at him. The 'ref' down below opened up the box containing the Snitch, Bludgers, and Quaffle, while the other three flew off the Quaffle was thrown upwards and the game began.

The black team caught the Quaffle first and dodged most of the red team before scoring a goal. The red team caught it next but a Bludger nearly struck another chaser so Harry knocked it away. He flew around keeping an eye out for the other bludger, but so far it was calm other than the others tossing around the Quaffle. Harry heard a faint buzz by his ear, and when he turned he spotted the Snitch.

"Krum! There it goes!" Harry pointed to it and Krum took off after it. A bludger from the black team's beaters was hit, and Harry managed to knock it back but nearly fell off his broom.

"Nice one Prewett!" Andovin, one of the chasers and older boys called out to him.

"Thanks!" Max grabbed the Quaffle from Andovin's arms and flew towards the hoops, but when he threw it Falcor blocked it. Black team scored again soon though, and then again but Red team scored after them.

'This is actually more fun.' Harry spotted Krum still going for the Snitch, but the black team's seeker was right next to him. They continued to fly around while Black team scored three more times and then Red scored four more times.

"Krum look out!" Archimedes screamed when a Bludger went after Viktor. Jean knocked it away, but then it turned and shoved him in the chest off his broom. Harry went for him and helped him to the ground with a soft thud. He was unconscious, but breathing.

"Nice work guys!" Krum shouted to his team, and moved ahead in time to catch the Snitch. The whistle blew and the ref came down.

"Red team wins!" he shouted. Everyone got down and congratulated the others but Jean was carried off to the infirmary.

"He'll be okay." the school healer, and elderly witch but not very old said. "He just needs rest and we'll mend his ribs. He should be up and running by tomorrow afternoon."

"Thanks." Krum thanked her and she left. "That was good Harry, you're very fast."

"Thanks Krum."

"Maybe he can play seeker next time." Max pitched in. "If you'd played with that broom the game would've been over in minutes."

"I don't know about that, but hey whatever's fine with me." Harry stomach began to growl. "Oh…Merlin I'm hungry."

"Me too, let's go change dinner should be ready soon. We'll check on Jean later." the teams both went to change and head for the hall.

'Yeah, this is all I need.' Harry had a bit of a rocky start with some others, but so far this was definitely starting to feel better than Hogwarts.

Hope that was long enough for you, it took me nearly three days to get it done.

Next chapter will have more of Harry being part of his new group, and then I'll throw in a spot for Hogwarts again, I know I said I wouldn't but I decided maybe a few every now and again will work. Yeah I know Harry didn't learn about the unforgivable curses until he was fourteen, but I figured to introduce them now instead of later.

So Charlotte has a few friends underground, can you imagine what they're up to? Do they know where to find Pettigrew? Can anyone imagine how Snape is doing after all this? Or does anyone realize that Charlotte knows more than they think?

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Later!