Ben walked over to her table when he heard Georgia gasp. "Is everything okay, Georgia?"

"Umm, sure. I just wasn't really expecting a surprise when I looked at the results." Draco and Ben both looked over her shoulder at the piece of parchment.

"Merlin! You're related to him?" Draco explained, only to be hushed Georgia. It had been released by Dumbledore that 'Tom Riddle' was the given name of Lord Voldemort when Cedric Diggory had died last year.

Georgia looked to Ben, "Charlotte can't find out about this. She'd be crushed, she loves the Weasleys. And no matter how much I don't understand that, we can't tell her that we're not even related to them. I doubt even Dad knows. If he does I swear I'll kill him for not tell me I'm the Granddaughter of the darkest wizard of this era."

"Come on Georgia! As if Dad knows about this. I doubt our Grandmother even knew about this, she was probably married to Ignatius before they'd even seen signs of pregnancy. She was known for being a rebellious teenager." Ben reasoned. "But I agree, Charlotte can't find out. It's a good thing she was still in the Hospital Wing the week we made the potion."

o0O0o

The DA meetings had been going really well and Harry had decided it was time they start learning how to create a Corporeal Patronus. Whilst everyone was trying to make theirs Charlotte decided she'd watch for a little bit. Seeing that in Australia they start the school year only a month after New Years Day, she'd already learnt how to properly cast the Patronus Charm. But as Harry was unaware of this, he was confused as to why she wasn't practising it.

"Charlotte, you know that if you never try the spell before our exams that you won't be able to perform it properly. Especially this charm, it's a lot more difficult than it seems." He had appeared behind her and she turned to face him with a smile and a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, I can already produce a Corporeal Patronus. I learnt it when I was still in Australia." To anyone else who couldn't hear the conversation, Charlotte's actions may have come across as flirtatious. In fact, it came across that way to one person in particular, Hermione Granger. She was always looking out for her best friend and any girls trying to get with him because of his fame and not because of him. Hermione felt that Charlotte was acting suspiciously like one of those girls.

"Oh yeah?" Harry asked, not truly believing her. "Lets see it then."

Charlotte smiled, "If you insist." She raised her wand and thought of the feeling and rush of energy she got from acting on stage, the feeling of hundreds of eyes watching her, the invigoration of their applaud. It was the best feeling in the world, coupled with the memory of the first time she discovered acting, created her most powerful patronus. As she waved her wand in the correct pattern a very large, heavily decorated, Chinese Dragon burst from her wand causing everyone in the room to look at it and at her.

The room was filled with cries of "Merlin!" and "Bloody Hell!" as well as many praising her magical ability. Charlotte couldn't help but smile brightly at them, turning back to Harry she mock-curtsied and said, "It was a pleasure, Sir." Her eyes sparkling with mirth.

o0O0o

That night, Charlotte couldn't sleep. She slowly crept out of bed, pulled on a thick jumper and soft slippers. She made her way out of the Hufflepuff common room, and into the corridor. She always found that walking around the castle at night had a calming effect on her, especially when Smith's gang were more focused on her after the incident. She didn't have the heart to tell Ron that his threats hadn't stopped them, they were merely more subtle, and the worst of it happened in the common room now.

Finding herself at the top of the Astronomy Tower, she sat with her legs hanging off the edge from under the railing looking out over Hogwarts, to Hogsmede and beyond. Pondering over her realisation of the feelings she felt towards Hermione, she thought about, maybe, asking her on a date sometime soon. When she heard the door creak open, her eyes widened, hoping that it wasn't a Professor or a Hufflepuff student. She turned around and saw… nothing. Nobody was there. She let out a small sigh of relief, until she heard it.

"You're out after curfew Miss Prewett."

A yelp escaped her as she quickly jumped up and turned around to face the Professor who'd found her out late at night. Only… to find a very amused Harry Potter smirking at her.

"Harry! you scared me half to death!" She whisper yelled at him, just incase there really was a teacher nearby.

He chuckled, "Sorry, couldn't resist. So, why're you up here, you have trouble sleeping too?" He asked softly.

She smiled back and sat down again, "Something like that…" and they began a very long discussion about anything and everything.

The two of them later found themselves sneaking into the Gryffindor common room, deciding it would be much warmer than the draughty tower, and sitting in front of the warm coals, the talked into the night, the both of them feeling a deep bond forming between them. Feeling her eyes slip close, Charlotte Prewett unknowingly spent her first night of many in Gryffindor Tower.

"Charlotte, what the bloody hell are you doing in here?!"

Her eyes snapped open and she found herself dazedly staring at a large group of students in red and gold. "What're ya guys doin' in ma room?" She asked.

"Oh bugger, someone get the woman some caffeine!" Ron yelled as he realised they wouldn't get anything remotely useful out of her before she's had at least one cup of coffee.

It was only after her morning intake of the hot beverage that Charlotte really noticed where she was, and the fact that she was currently laying in the arms of Harry Potter, in her pyjamas, in front of her cousins and her friends. After a moment of confusion, last night's memories decided it was about time to make themselves known. Then she tried to explain in the only way she could think of;

"Uhh…"

o0O0o

Georgia stormed into the common room, black hair swishing fiercely behind her. She was stopped by Draco as she tried to get to her dorm room.

"Draco, I'm not in the mood right now. Let me go." She growled out at him.

"This isn't about that, what's wrong? Where have you been? And no, I won't let you go until you tell me what happened." He looked at her with concern, an expression she'd never seen on his face before. So she sat down on the couch closest to her and told him what happened.

"After Defence Umbridge pulled me aside, not wanting to make a fuss in front of the class. She gave me a detention for reading a non-Ministry Approved text in class." Georgia huffed.

"Is that all? It doesn't seem to be something to get so upset about." Draco raised an eyebrow at her.

"It's not, it's what I had to do for that detention. She made me write lines with a Blood Quill." Georgia pulled back the sleeve of her jumper to show the back of her hand. Written there was the phrase "I must pay attention in class", carved deep into the back of her hand. Draco reach out to touch it and as his skin met hers she hissed at the pain.

"Can't you just heal it with the spell you used when we were in Potions?" He asked, concern raising his tone, however his face shifted back to neutral in order to hide the hatred he was feeling.

"It's Blood Magic, Draco! You can't just use a simple healing charm, I'd need to use more blood magic. And incase you haven't noticed, Blood Magic is illegal!"

"It didn't stop Umbridge." He countered.

"That's beside the point, the Wizengamot aren't likely to take my case very seriously if I tell them I got this because a Ministry Official, a very high up Ministry Official, made me use a Blood Quill! They'd probably laugh at as they send me on to Azkaban for trying to convince them of something so ridiculous." Georgia's nose scrunched up at the thought of the blatant corruption in the Ministry.

o0O0o

Charlotte had been spending so much time with Harry, Ron and Hermione that Hermione was really starting to get suspicious. Why would she spend so much time with them if she wasn't trying to get with Harry? She was even openly flirting with him and he didn't even seem to notice. Hermione decided she would have to give Harry a good talking to and make him see sense. So after classes one day, she pulled Harry aside telling the other she need to talk to him about something important to do with DA meetings.

"What's up Hermione?"

"Come on Harry! Please tell me you're not naïve enough to not notice." Hermione pleaded with him.

"Notice what?"

"Charlotte! Ever since she came back from the Hospital Wing she's been all over you! My guess is that she likes the idea of being with the famous Harry Potter, saviour of the Wizarding World." Harry scoffed at this.

"Whatever Hermione, we're just friends. Also, she's Ron's cousin, how could you not trust her to be anything but honest with us?" Harry countered.

"I'll prove it to you Harry, right now. We'll get her and I'll prove it to you." So the two of them set off to find Charlotte.

Finding her turned out to take them quite a bit longer than expected, seeing as she usually spent all her free time with them, they checked the Library, the Black Lake, the Gryffindor common room, even the Room of Requirement. But Charlotte was no where to be found. Eventually, they found her in the middle of a very odd conversation between Luna Lovegood and several House Elves, about, something called a Heliopath, in the kitchens. The two of them walked over to the group.

"Sorry to interrupt, Charlotte, we need to talk to you in private." Hermione said, feeling a little bit nervous, now that they had actually found the source of her recent worries, and was about to confront her about them.

"Oh, yes of course. Just a moment you guys, I'll be back in a minute." She smiled her bright cheery smile towards the strange group.

"That's okay, this is important for the path the Brugled Hadmalots have decided on." Luna said airily, a knowing smile tilted up the corners of her lips.

The three of them found a nearby empty classroom and Hermione instantly advanced on Charlotte like a Lioness stalking prey. "I know about your little 'infatuation' with Harry. I know that you only like him because of his fame. All you have to do is admit it and we'll leave you alone."

"Excuse me? I don't where you got that idea from. I certainly don't like Harry in that way, we're friends. Even if I did like him like that, it wouldn't be because of his fame. It would be because he's kind, and funny, and knows how to cheer me up when I'm feeling sad and lost, and when I have no idea what to do with myself because I don't understand the things I'm feeling, he doesn't ask questions he just says everything is going to be alright." Charlotte turned and walked out of the classroom, swiping at the tears leaking from her eyes. She needed to find Georgia, now!

o0O0o

Georgia was walking down to the Great Hall for dinner when she was quickly ripped from her place at the front of the Slytherins by a mass of black robes with yellow trimmings and swept into an empty corridor. "Georgia, you have to help me!" Charlotte grabbed her twin's shoulders and looked at her desperately. Georgia nodded for her to continue.

"So I kind of have this crush on Hermione, and I was spending more time with and her friends so I could get closer to her. But she took it the wrong way and thought I liked Harry, but only for his fame and they confronted me about it just now and what do it do?!" She cried out in a panic.

Georgia smiled at her sister. Charlotte had never had a real crush before, let alone a relationship with someone. "First, you're going to take a deep breath. And second, you're going to think about your feelings for Hermione, not hers about you, and where you want to go from there. I also recommend telling her the truth! I find it works quite well, and if it doesn't, we'll cross that bridge if we get there. Okay? Now let me get back to my friends, and don't forget to eat, Charlotte."