Ohayo, Minna-san! I'm back!

Anyways, this will mostly be a filler chapter—showing what Harry and Charlus are doing up until OotP. Anyways, hope you like!

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I do not own. Even if I keep trying…so you! Lawyers! Get away!

Chapter 3—how are you doing?

Harry: 11 years old

Harry grinned as he moved fluidly, dodging his father's knives once again. He weaved through the wires, trying to focus like Mammon-nii had taught him. "See the image, know the image, make it real" he repeated to himself mentally. Finally, his father grinned approvingly. "Ushishishi~ good, Koneko-chan~! Now, let's see how well you do with this~"

Harry restrained a giggle. He had gotten the general sense of bloodlust that all the Varia had—after all, how would they survive if they hated what they did?

Charlus: 11 years old

Charlus laughed happily with his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, at the end of term feast. They had done it! They had saved the Sorcerer's Stone. They had stopped Quirrel, and Voldemort. Of course, Charlus thought, what else could you expect from the boy-who-lived?

However, as he looked up at his mother and father, Lily and James Potter, he felt a pang of emptiness. Like something was missing. Shaking off the feeling, he returned to laughing with his friends—not knowing that he would be feeling the pang even more, over the coming years.

Harry: 12 years old

Harry felt like he was floating, whiteness surrounding him as well as a feeling of calm. He looked around, seeing nothing but whiteness. However, he could feel a pull. Towards what? He asked himself. He did not know. But, for some reason, he felt like half of himself lay in that direction. Suddenly, that vision was replaced by sharp, tingling pain.

Sitting up, Harry groaned. "VOOOIII! Get up, brat!" it was Squalo. He was standing over him with a buzz baton. It was him that had woken Harry. However, it did give him great ideas for revenge upon Squalo!

Harry smirked as he got dressed. Time to plan some retribution.

Charlus: 12 years old

Charlus lay panting beside Ginny Weasley, the diary in front of him. He watched as Fawkes landed beside him. Charlus could feel the Basilisk venom creeping through his veins, burning and freezing at the same time.

"You did great, Fawkes," he said, his breathing speeding up as the venom came closer to his heart. "I just wasn't good enough,"

But Fawkes simply looked at the wound in his arm, and leaned over it. Charlus blinked, his vision getting blurry. "Wha-?" he froze as a tear fell from Fawkes' eye. "Of course! Phoenix tears have healing powers!" he said, feeling the burning and freezing sensation die away. His breathing rapidly returned to normal as Ginny woke.

Leaving, Fawkes carried him, Ginny, Ron, and an Obliviated Lockhart upwards. However, when they reached the girls lavatory, Charlus felt a sharp, tingling pain. It only lasted for a moment, but it put him on edge. And just as it faded, he felt that pang of emptiness again. He paused, uncomfortable. But a call from Ron urged him onwards; and he quickly forgot the feeling.

Harry: 13 years old

Harry blinked as Tsuna stood in front of him. "Do you, Harry, so swear to serve the Vongola?" Harry grinned, realizing what this was. "I do," he replied. "And do you accept the rules and laws of the Vongola, and the consequences of being a part of the Varia?"

"I do,"

"Then by my right as Vongola Decimo, you are from this day forth a Varia Officer—wear the uniform with pride," Tsuna smiled sadly at him as he said this. Harry grinned as Bel placed the Varia coat on his shoulders—signifying he was an officer. After all, he had been carrying out missions for years now. This just made it official.

Of course, when they later did the customary Flame Test, Tsuna (and almost everyone else) twitched. Harry had Lightning Flames, Mist Flames, Storm Flames, and naturally, Cloud Flames. Great, just great. He could now make even better explosions. (Harry was very, very happy with this)

Of course, no one saw the odd little blip on the side of the screen. If they did, they ignored it. After all, with the Vongola, things were naturally a bit strange—you just ignored it and made the best of it.

(They later regretted this, as Harry uber-pranked everyone, causing screams of rage to be heard for miles around)

However, later on, Harry felt a pang, and with it, a rush of nearly heart-stopping terror. He passed it off as simply his imagination.

Charlus: 13 years old

Charlus ran from Remus Lupin, fear pumping through his veins. He had nearly reached the lake…nearly there…keep running! Finally, he reached the lake. However, he saw himself, Sirius, and Pettigrew being tormented by the Dementors. As he watched himself fall to the ground, he rushed out, an incantation on his lips. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Later, however, he pondered the powerful pang that had ripped at him while he was running. He had been having them more frequently as of late, but he dared not talk to his parents about it. Mum wouldn't understand, and Dad…well his dad had become more pressuring, forcing Charlus to become better. Charlus had seen this before, when his Mum and Dad had let the fame get to their heads, and he knew better than to try and talk to his father now.

He refused to tell Dumbledore, simply because the old man would hide things from him, and he would not have this hidden from him. So for now, he let it be—but he would be looking into this soon.

Harry: 14 years old

Harry had been running from Squalo after one of his pranks when he felt it. That pang of emptiness—and he knew what from—and excruciating pain. Images flashed before his eyes, of someone who looked very much like him, but not, pinned to a gravestone; a dead boy dressed in yellow and black; a graveyard, and a cauldron; dizzying green light; and pain. His twin—Charlus William Potter, the one he had left to be treated well and defeat Voldemort—was in pain. He knew that since they were twins—one soul, two bodies—they were linked inescapably. However, he also knew that James, his biological father, had been letting the fame go to his head, and had begun to push Charlus harder—forcing him to be better, even resorting to being physically violent to get Charlus to improve.

Lady Time had shown him these things, knowing that they would never change, no matter what. He had known the consequences of leaving his twin, but he had hoped that eventually Charlus would forgive him.

So, when he woke to see Bel hovering worriedly (and decidedly out of character) over his bed, he told his adoptive father everything. Magic, his twin, everything. Despite the mask that both of them wore with everyone else, they were completely open with each other. So Bel patted his son's messy hair, understanding—if only slightly. He may have hated his twin, Rasiel, for being the eldest and being the heir, but on some level Rasiel's death had broken him.

However, when they left that room, they showed none of the worry that they felt. They simply grinned their creepy grins, and kept up their mask—despite the pain it brought to keep most people out. After all, only people who could get past the mask deserved to see past it, right?

Charlus: 14 years old

Charlus was blank as he watched Professor Moody lead him into the castle. Reaching out, he sought the comfort of the bond he knew existed between him and someone else—his twin. He had looked up everything he could that even resembled what he had been feeling, and eventually managed to get Lily to tell him about his brother, earlier in the year.

He froze as Moody mentioned the graveyard. He hadn't mentioned a graveyard, whatsoever. "Professor, I didn't mention anything about a graveyard," he said tremulously.

As Moody moved to kill him, Dumbledore broke in the door. Moody was tied down to the chair, and Snape poured veritaserum into his mouth. Charlus shivered as he saw Moody transform into his real form—Bartemius Crouch Jr.

Creepy, was his only thought. However, once Barty Crouch Jr. was hauled off to Azkaban, Charlus felt exhaustion creep over him. "Sleep, Charlus." He heard Dumbledore murmur. "Everything will be all right," and so, the fourth year of Charlus William Potter came to an end, and the summer began.

Little did he know, everything would change that summer—after all, they were headed to Italy for the summer holidays. Italy, home of the Strongest Mafia Family in the world—the Vongola.

/end/

I sorry for it being so short, but I hope you can forgive me!

Anyways, next chapter will hopefully be Harry, Charlus, Lily and James meeting.

Also, they both have younger siblings—Jasper and Julie Potter, who are 13 (Jasper) and nine (Julie) respectively.

These two will be introduced in the next chapter, so I hope you can forgive me.

Also, the appearances of Harry and Charlus:

Harry:

Lean, but rather short compared to most of the Varia. Brilliant emerald eyes, but they are hidden most of the time by his bangs. His hair is very messy, kind of a mix between Present!Bel's and TYL!Bel's hair. He also wears the TYL! Varia uniform, with a green and black striped shirt. He enjoys cutting people up with sharp objects as well as explosions.

Charlus:

Between lean and chubby, and a few inches taller than Harry; he has hazel-green eyes, and messy hair that is generally short cropped. He is in Gryffindor, and his favorite color is red, so he often wears it. His face is more masculine than Harry's is, taking after James where Harry took after Lily.

By the time I'll have placed this down, I should have edited Chapter 2, so reread that pls!

R & R please!

Ja ne, minna-san!

~Happy Camper27