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I was hoping to update this one for Halloween, but thanks to the site developing glitches, it wasn't possible.

Enjoy - warnings of sex ahead.

The Hell of Fourth Year.

After her meeting with Tony and Ellen, Charlotte had decided not to even bother with committing any burglaries in the city and decided to stick instead with pickpocketing. With the police force in London firmly clamping down on all burglary related crime, increasing their patrols throughout the boroughs of the city, it would have been pressing for even the best thief to get into a place and get out.

Tony and Ellen had made it clear to her the police were more paranoid with the robbery of the Crown Jewels, which had been believed to have been impossible for even the best muggle burglars but not impossible for a witch even at the level she had been in before the Triwizard Tournament had ruined her plans for this year. So, she decided not to bother with London at this point and she would look elsewhere to commit a burglary or two in order to retrain herself with using muggle methods and not magical.

She wasn't in a hurry. She had plenty of time before the next Task of the Tournament, and Britain was a fairly large place and she was searching gradually, using Dobby to ferry her around.

In the meantime, she decided to head back to Edgware Road, and see if there was anything new about the portkey readings. When she arrived at Edgware Road, Charlotte was delighted the old fear she'd had of the place which had started when she'd first visited it was now gone; now she knew a witch or wizard was involved, she felt more confident. With that in mind, Charlotte realised whoever had set the portkey could be there. As she walked into the park, Charlotte prepared to defend herself in case she encountered them. She grasped the handles of her wands, selecting offensive and defensive spells effortlessly.

She needn't have worried. When she arrived at the place where the portkey signature had been, she had not found anyone at the site. And there was no evidence at all somebody had even used the portkey or not. Charlotte still examined the portkey's magic, finding her own enchantment on it easily before she found it hadn't been used. As Charlotte continued to examine the portkey after she had erected temporary wards to prevent nearby muggles from seeing what she was doing, she had time to think about what she was doing currently with her life.

And she found it boring.

All she was doing was picking people's pockets and checking up on a portkey which may or may not be used again, and if she wasn't doing that then she was with the Founders, mastering magic which hadn't been used for centuries because it had been forgotten or the Ministry of Magic had been exercising their infinite intelligence and deemed it dark. But truthfully Charlotte knew, deep down while he was grateful for the Founders' help, she just wanted to be left alone, and have some fun like a regular teenager.

With that in mind, she decided to drop being a burglar for a while, although in truth she had been thinking of taking a break from theft for a while. What was the point? London was pretty much a no go area for burglars, and it was because of her earlier theft of the crown jewels they'd done that, and while earlier she had thought of going to a different city or town to commit a burglary or two, she found it increasingly unattractive. At the time she had been curious why.

And it wasn't a sudden decision, either; no, she had been thinking of doing something like this for some time, ever since she had quickly become disheartened with pickpocketing. She hadn't been able to face up to her realisations, then; but now she was in Edgware Road again, trying to find out once more who'd set the portkey, Charlotte realised she might never find out who had set it up and why.

In any case, it wasn't even remotely fun. That was the whole reason, really. She wanted to have some time where she wasn't Charlotte Potter, a girl split between two worlds; the muggle side where she was unknown barring to a few, a thief who started out from an abused orphan living in a hell of her own, believing her parents were drunks who'd gotten killed in a car crash (she still couldn't believe the shamelessness of the Dursleys sometimes, but what made it worse was how stupid they were; it must have occurred to them she would discover the truth, so why bother lying? Or were they so determined to destroy and crush her spirit they'd wanted to keep it up?), eventually managing to become an expert or the magical side where she was loved and hated by everyone for Voldemort's defeat while being seen as a hero.

She just wanted to be a normal kid, she wanted to have fun.

As soon as the thought occurred to her, Charlotte massaged her forehead, wondering why it hadn't occurred to her before. She looked down at the portkey site, and she turned around and walked off while she went through her mind for the places where she could visit for some fun. There were so many places where she could visit, so many diverse places she could visit, have fun and just flat out enjoy before she went back to the Founders, and while she was thinking about it, she had to admit she had dozens of opportunities where she could go out whenever she wanted.

Charlotte sighed as she pushed her wands away back into her holsters, and she walked away, heading back into the city, going over in her mind all the places she could go to for today. She had been trying, so hard to deny the fact she wanted to take a break from crime, she had been coming here regularly, but now….she found she didn't care who the wizard or witch was.

So now, she walked

As she headed for the Edgware Road Underground station (the Bakerloo station), she wondered about the places she could visit and as she checked the Underground map poster outside of the station itself, Charlotte ran through her mind the places in the city she could visit. The London Zoo. The London Aquarium. The London Transport Museum (actually better not, in case that obnoxious American twat was there, then again she didn't particularly want to see the antiquated buses, trams, and tube trains of London even if she was fascinated by the history). There were the art galleries, the museums… Nah, she wasn't interested; she wanted to have some fun.

Fun, as in, partying with kids her age instead of being told what to do by an obsessive old Headmaster, who suffered from so many delusions it was amazing he was able to walk in a straight line. Then again she had always loved defying Albus Dumbledore, who kept telling her she wasn't safe, completely missing the fact Voldemort and his followers were one, ignorant of where she was living. And if they were ignorant and Albus Dumbledore himself didn't know where she was living, how could she be in danger? At heart, Charlotte was a typical teenager who merely wanted to take advantage of life, spend time to grow as a person.

Two, keeping their heads down; with Voldemort missing somewhere despite coming back for her first year, and Lucius Malfoy's petty attempt to reopen the Chamber of Secrets, Charlotte had some leeway. Okay, she was a little concerned in case the Death Eaters came after her, but she didn't know how being with Dumbledore's friends who only showed her the minimum amount of attention and were only doing it because their boss/friend told them to care for her was going to keep her safe; some of them were so old, they tired out easily, and they didn't seem powerful enough to block off even a small attack.

In any case, she hated being a prisoner. She had been one prior to her life on the streets after she'd murdered the Dursleys, and her upbringing had given her a profound hatred towards being locked up, no matter what the circumstances. The definition most people had for imprisonment tended to be the same, really; people equated it to being banged up in a police cell or a cell in prison. Charlotte knew differently. Imprisonment could mean being locked in a house, where she was not allowed to even spend a minute outdoors.

She had lost count of the number of times that had happened, both with the Dursleys and several of Dumbledore's overzealous friends. The Headmaster was so determined to keep her safe he had forgotten she was just a kid, and as a kid, she just wanted to enjoy life and discover her boundaries, and Dumbledore was determined not to let that happen. It had been a joy when she had moved herself and Nightstar to the mill, and she loved being there where she was genuinely protected any the goblin wards. The goblins were experts at protecting people, and by warding her property and giving her blood magic jewellery, based on the shaky wards Dumbledore had haphazardly put up around the Dursley house, she was more protected than ever.

But even this year where so many things had happened which shook her up, Charlotte just wanted to have fun and she had a feeling when she told the Founders what she was doing, they would approve.

And if they didn't… well, they were dead, weren't they?

No, that was not very nice. The Founder's ghosts had been providing her with a huge amount of help and support. They were even going out of their way to growing her a new eye to replace the one she had lost when Susan Bones cursed her. They deserved a lot more than that, but somehow she had a feeling they'd approve of her idea of having a break now she was not going to commit any more crimes. Well, not now at least, she would in the future but for now, she was taking a little holiday.

Charlotte eventually headed out for Regents Park where London Zoo was. She hadn't really visited the zoo much in all the time she had been in London, and when she actually saw the animals, she realised what it was. The animals in the zoo were as much prisoners as she was. And it was heartbreaking; Charlotte flinched as she went to the part of the zoo where the snake exhibit was held. The snakes, and indeed all the lizards in the zoo, were kept in small enclosures that were not even a fraction of the size of their natural environment. And there was little for them to do; they couldn't hunt, they couldn't expand their territories. They were just….stuck here. Forced to spend all of their time here.

And it was everywhere. When Charlotte went to the part of the zoo where the monkeys and the apes were housed, she could see how…human the enclosures were, and she was sickened by how her own species were forcing other animal species into enclosures, transforming the zoo into a prison which was made obscene when children, unknowing and uncaring, ignorant children, laughed at the animals. Charlotte didn't need to imagine the animals' days; she could see the signs even from here and it was so heartrendingly painful, one prisoner to hundreds of others. They woke up, received breakfast, and they milled around the enclosure for a bit before settling down and stayed there in mind-numbing boredom all day.

Charlotte's sympathy rose each moment she was there, remembering every single time she had been imprisoned by Dumbledore and the Dursleys.

It was even harder when she saw the rarer animal species, and there were dozens of them and she could see for herself the shame of the human race just by looking at animals like the chimpanzee, the tiger, and on and on it went. Humanity just went out into the world, plundering everything around them, everything they liked the look of, and they destroyed the habitats of animals and the unlucky ones were ripped out of their own worlds and shoved in places like this.

At the same time, she saw herself, saw how the magical world and the Dursleys had destroyed her family, and they pushed her into a cupboard or with old men for her own safety without giving a thought to how her soul cried out for freedom.

Charlotte closed her eyes and she walked out of the zoo. She had made a big mistake coming here, but as she walked out she decided she would make it her life's mission to find a way to liberating the animals in every zoo.

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As she laughed as she danced with some boys, feeling their hands on her body before she ground her ass into one of their groins, Charlotte couldn't help but be glad about how her day had turned out. It had started out boring when she had visited Edgware Road, and when she had felt her heart torn to shreds in that bloody zoo, but she had calmed down considerably when she had visited a cinema and stayed there for a good few hours.

After she had finished her movie, she had gone to an Italian restaurant for something to eat before she had gone home and changed into something appropriate for a party while she made sure she changed her sunglasses for the pair she'd worn to the Yule Ball, only this time she had added an enchantment to her glasses, so nobody but her could take them off.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she the boy behind her grope her boob. She was wearing a boob tube and a mini skirt while she wore a pair of high heels. Charlotte's eye rolled back into her head, making her moan before she felt two other hands on her chest and one going under her skirt and into her panties.

"God, she's such a slut!" One of them said while she moaned.

Charlotte opened her eye, forcing the pleasure down and she smirked at the boys. There were three of them, and as she took a moment to go through their minds, feeling the drunken lust there in all of them and even fighting down the blush of what they'd like to do with her, she smirked at them.

"Why don't you take me to a place where I can show you how much of a slut I can be?" Charlotte asked.

She laughed as they took her out of the club, knowing she was about to have a great night. It had taken her a long time to get used to the idea of sex, especially after that muggle pig she had once called uncle had raped her, but after a while and with some self-counselling aided by their murders, Charlotte had grown to enjoy it. The boys took her to a flat they shared, and she'd wrinkled her nose up at the smell, but that was forgotten when she found herself kneeling in front of them while they surrounded her, their cocks exposed to the air. Charlotte grinned and licked her lips, and then she leaned forward, grasping two cocks before engulfing one with her mouth….