Disclaimer. I do not own Harry Potter nor Hetalia axis powers. They are owned by their respective owners.

Dominique: the only thing you do own is me and Chetari

Chetari: yup~

And for that I'm happy.

Also, sorry I've been gone for a while. In the words of Kakashi-sensei "i got lost on the road of life" Don't kill me please! Well, without any delay~~ here is the next chapter my lovely friends~~

All of Hogwarts blink in unison as James and Lilly potter arrived in the flash of light that appeared oh so suddenly. All of the staff get to their feet and aim their wands. They were unnerved by the supposedly dead Potter's arriving in the middle of the Great Hall. The twinkle left Dumbledore's eyes. "Who are you and why do you look like the Potters?!" He booms, voice cold, which stuns the students, whom have never heard their Headmaster talk in that tone before. James and Lilly look confused. "Because we are…?" she says in a confused tone. "Why are we here?," she asked. "Last I remember was getting the nursery ready for our baby girl." she looks around at the students, a hand on her round stomach. "Yeah," James speaks up. "Why are we here?" Severus snape sneers as he aims his wand at James Potter. "Why don't you answer our question. To make sure we know that you are actually Lilly and James Potter" Severus speaks in a dour tone. "Lay it on me Snivelus" James huffs, glaring slightly at the man that he hated throughout his years at Hogwarts. Severus's eye twitches at the old insult that the man used to always use. Lilly sighs as the two men have a glaring contest. "Dumbledore, ask us anything to prove who we are" she says in a confident tone. The old wizard nods, "Very well then." the glaring contest stops and everyone is silent as the two Potters look at the old man, confidence in their eyes. He seems to thinks for a moment. "Miss Potter...what is your animagus form?" he questions. Lilly smirks. "It's a tigress, sir" Dumbledore glance at Snape, who had lowered his wand. "It's her" silence reigns over the hall. Everyone relaxes. "So why are we here?" James questions. "We are reading a book on your daughter's life, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore states. The two Potters glance at each other before sitting at the Gryffindor table. "Now, who wants to read?" the book is held up. A Fifth year Hufflepuff raised her hand. The girl had unusual silver white hair and unusual eyes, which were red and gold. The girl is Chetari Sin, an American transfer student. "I will, Headmaster" she chirped. She is soon given the book and she begins to read.

Natsuko's jaw dropped. "The Ripper?" She echoed, voice hollow in shock.

He grinned playfully. "What, are you a little more frightened now, poppet?"

She stared at him, meeting his blue eyes unwaveringly, and then she tackle-hugged "what the hell?!" was everyone's reaction. Who the hell tackle hugs a known killer?! him. She couldn't help it! Murderer or not, this was the very source of her obsession for more than half her life.

He staggered back, stunned. It wasn't easy to faze him, but this really did it. "What the hell?" He demanded, sounding vaguely normal.

She let go, coughing. "Sorry…um…rather…ah, never mind." she shook her head and folded her arms. "So, how exactly would I be working with you?"

He beamed. "Well, you won't be helping me rape and kill prostitutes, I can tell you that much, poppet." "that's a relief" Chetari interrupts herself with a relieved sigh. Everyone shares her sentiment. "Wait...where are me and Lilly?" James ask, unnerved. "We will tell you after this chapter." McGonagall replies in a soft tone.

"It's Natsuko!" She corrected again, and shivered. "Well, thank God for that. Otherwise, I would definitely ask you to kill me."

He giggled. "Be careful what you say around me, poppet." He leaned forward, smiling with all his teeth bared. "You will assist me by doing me a little favor."

Natsuko looked uneasy. "What little favor?" She asked suspiciously.

"I want you to write a letter for me." He said softly, getting up and walking over to her. "And when I say so, I want you to deliver it to someone."

"Why don't you write the letter yourself?" She asked him, watching his every move.

He sat down next to her. "Handwriting's traceable, luv," Everyone nods. That is a fact. He replied, a grin crossing his face. "I have a rather important job that they'll follow back to me." He leaned closer to her. Despite wanting to move back, she were frozen in his stare, like a mouse by a snake. "You, however, aren't from around here. They won't recognize you."

Natsuko gulped, and he pulled away, giggling again. "What happens if I write the letter?" She asked him, expecting the worst.

He watched her, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Then I'll let you stay here, and I won't kill you." Everyone sighs in relief. "Thank Merlin…" Lilly shakily comments.

"Maybe I'm a little crazy, but staying with a serial killer probably isn't the best idea, particularly when that murderer kills women." She replied, sinking into the chair. Berlitz licked her hand comfortingly.

"You're a little crazy to accept my offer," The murderer giggled again, "But then again, aren't all the best people crazy?" "that's quoting the Mad Hatter from Alice in wonderland." Hermione mutters. Nearby Muggleborns who have read the book, nods in agreement.

"Depends on your definition of crazy," She replied, eying him. "So what do I call you, boss?"

He thought about it for a moment, licking his lips in a creepy way that reminded her of depicted insane people. "Well, poppet, why should I tell you my name when you could run off any second and sell me to Scotland Yard?"

"I wasn't asking your name, I was asking what to call you." She rolled her eyes.

"Too true!" He beamed. His mood swings were really starting to scare Natsuko. "Starting to scare me too.." Ronald Weasley says with a pale face. She could hardly tell when he was serious or when he was genuinely being a creepy joker. "Why don't you call me Oliver? Ooh! Or better yet, Ollie! That sounds fun!"

"Where'd you pull that from?" She muttered. "It reminds me of that Charles Dickens book."

"That's my middle name, poppet," He beamed. "You won't find out my real name from that!"

"Oh, darn," Natsuko snapped her fingers. "I was totally willing to hand you to the police and get myself killed!" "is she seriously joking with the Ripper?" Neville Longbottom, Fifth year Gryffindor asks incredulously.

He giggled. "Silly girl! I like you, I don't think I'll murder you for a while yet!" "Yet…" James and Lilly muttered faintly, scared for their little girl.

"That's a comforting thought," She muttered. "Hey, uh…Ollie…where are we, exactly?"

"London, of course!" He looked at her curiously. "Didn't you know that?"

"I knew that, of course, but, like, which section?" She was slowly going through all her memories and theories about Jack the Ripper, and she was trying to figure out whether it was in Whitechapel, or-

"We're just outside Whitechapel," He replied, leaning back with a grin. "Lovely house for such an area, eh poppet?"

Part one of her theory, check.

"So, I guess that means I can't get a job or something…" She muttered.

"Why on Earth would you want a job?" He crawled across the floor, playing with Berlitz. "The only work you'd get would be prostitution, and I'm sure you don't want that." "Of course she fucking wouldn't!" A sixth year slytherin by the name of Dominique Reyborn speaks up with an unmistakeable Italian accent. "That would definitely get her fucking killed for sure." "5 points from Slytherin!" McGonagall sternly says to the tan Italian. He let the dog chew on his hand, something that shocked her, since Berlitz usually only did that with her. "What's wrong, poppet?" He tipped his head at Natsuko.

"Berlitz, he…he never…" She muttered.

"Never what?" Ollie rubbed the dog between his ears. "He's such a lovely dog," He crooned, rubbing his face against the dog's soft black fur.

Berlitz licked his face, looked at her and thumped his tail.

Natsuko really had to reassess her judgment on the Ripper now. After all, how can someone a dog likes so much truly be a bad person? Or maybe he was just insane? "Most likely insane" Chetari remarks dryly.

Ollie stood up, grinning. "Ah, I do so love dogs. You don't get many of these lovely purebreds around here. You said his name was Berlitz, right? Germany! Lovely place!" He giggled. "I'm going to make food. And cakes! The little ones! Do you like those? They're my favorite!" Everyone seems to stare at Chetari. "Hey, hey. Don't stare at me! I'm shocked as well." She sweatdrops.

He walked off, still chattering to her from across the house, and she felt her expectation of the Ripper dropping again. "I don't blame her…" Professor sprout speaks softly.

Jack the Ripper liked baking cupcakes

Chetari bookmarks the book and closes it. "Welp. that was a thing." she puts the book down. "Okay then.." she is silent until, "Hot potato!" she tosses the book to Dominique, whom had easily caught it.

Dominique: WE'RE BACK BITCHES!

Chetari: we're in the story~~

Of course. Why wouldn't i add you in?

Dominique: Am i still a vampire in the story?

Yes

Dominique: good.

Chetari: well~~ until next time update everyone~~