And here it is, the sequel to "To to hell with the Original!"

I propose you read the first fanfic before starting here... it might get too confusing. If you don't want to, here is a short summary.

Charles Potter, a Slytherin to the core, twin brother of Harry but really just another HP-Hater being thrown into the potterverse, managed to somehow defeat Quirrelmort and still make him believe that he wasn't an enemy. While the school is celebrating him as the hero he is already plotting for his second year. Knowing the heir of Slytherin would make his return he already made sure to befriend the basilisk, steal some useful artifacts and gather his own flock of followers, eh, I mean friends. However he's slowly weaving a thick web of lies around his own person. He has knowledge of the future and the past, excellent acting skills and a far too mature mind for a kid his age. But if you asked ten diffrent people why that is you would get ten diffrent answers. None of them know the truth.

I should have known that it had been to good to be true. One was simply not able to calculate all variables in a plan as complex as the one I had. I had thought I prepared for all eventualities. Making sure Moldyshorts didn't see me as his enemy right away. Ensuring the blood protection worked on me but making it so Moldyshorts wouldn't know if it was a blood protection or just an awesome power his horcrux possessed. Having an explanation for Snape. Confunding Harry.

Of all the things it was last one that came back to bite me in the ass.

I had learned several useful little spells that were taught to older students only but I had little experience with them. Also I hadn't wanted to risk messing Harrys brain up completely. Since he hadn't said anything I had assumed the spell worked just fine. It did not.

Once we were back at the Dursleys, unpacking our luggage, Harry cornered me with a determined expression.

"Charles, I have to talk to you", he said calmly. That was never a good sign. Harry was rarely ever calm except when he had planned something thoroughly.

"If it's about this weeks dish duty you can take that if you'd like", I said with a wry smile.

"Not about that", he whispered. "I want o talk about what happened at the end of the year."

I sighed and brushed my hair out of my eyes as an excuse to avert my gaze. "You already thanked me once, be done with it."

"I didn't say anything."
"What?"

"I didn't say anything to Dumbldedore... or any other teacher. About what you said to Voldemort."

I narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn't sure exactly how much he remembered so I had to be careful with what I said.

"Your friends?"
Harry shook his head. "I told no one."

I nodded at him. "Thanks, I suppose." Before I could get away though he grabbed my arm to stop me.

"But I want answers now, Charles! Why did you talk to him as if you wanted to join him? And why did he believe you?"

I watched his expression closely, looking out for feelings of betrayal, hurt or anger. Yes, I found traces of those but above all Harry was confused.

"You know what I am", I said quietly. "You know about my visions. They've been getting stronger."
"What does that mean?", he wanted to know. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"By stronger I don't mean more clearly. I mean that I'm getting them more often. Sometimes there are moments now when I see more then only one possible future. The things I said to Voldemort... I honestly cannot tell you what they meant because I don't know it myself. I just saw that if I spoke those exact words we'd get out of there alive."

Harry released my arm and watched me closely. "You... You didn't mean any of it?"
"Of course not. I'm your brother, Harry, I would never seriously hurt you."

A weak smile found its way on his face. How easy it was to fool these children!

"If there's something else", I said after the silence got awkward, "better say it now. I'll be taking a trip soon and I'm not sure if we'll be seeing each other before school starts again."

"A trip? But where are you going?"

"Visiting friends, of course. Isn't that what you have in mind too?"
"Well, Ron did invite me over..."
"See? No chance we're staying here just one second longer then necessary. Not now that they know that we know about magic."

I left Harry to ponder over that before retreating to my room. It was true that I didn't plan on staying here for more then a few hours if I had my way. But first I had to test a few theories.

"Notch", I called and with a crack the little elf appeared.

"Master has called Notch?", he said with his high voice.

I ignored him and went to the window. No owl to be seen. The house elves form of apparition didn't trigger the ministry wards. That had been to be expected.

I pointed over at my trunk. "Notch, I want you to open my trunk and sort my clothes into my wardrobe by letting them float."

Without thinking twice Notch did as he was told. While my shirts and trousers whirled through the air I continued to search for a ministry owl at the window. Nothing was to be seen. The owl had come very quickly in the second book. I guessed that meant that house elf magic was okay. The trigger in the book had come either from the spell being performed in front of the muggles or because Dobby had somehow made it so it would be registered.

"Notch, do you have any means of making yourself invisible or unnoticeable?", I asked when I was sure no letter was coming.

"Notch is a good house elf", the little creature replied happily. "Good house elves are not to be seen while working."

"Then why can I still see you?"

The elf jumped a little. "Notch is sorry, master! So sorry!" And just like that he was gone. The clothes continued to fold themselves and hover into the wardrobe but I couldn't see Notch. I turned around, scanning the room carefully – and there he was, laying under my bed, pointing at the clothes. But I just caught him for a second or so before he was gone again. I needed half a minute to find him hiding behind my desk, and then another five to notice he was somehow attached to a dark corner of the bloody ceiling.

Notch was not invisible but aside from being generally hard to spot there was also something to him that made me avert my gaze every time. As soon as I thought about something else his mere presence slipped my mind. It's like those times you walk into a café and only notice the waitress serving you. Once you sit down you would not be able to remember the other two that were working in the background, besides having seen them. It had to be a very clever notice-me-not charm.

"Notch", I called again and this time there was no noise when the elf suddenly appeared in front of me.

"I want you to go down into the kitchen and prepare fried potatoes for dinner and bring it here. You have to use magic doing the task but don't let yourself be seen!"

Again the elf did as ordered. Just ten minutes later a full meal was being placed on my desk. I wouldn't even have noticed if it weren't for the delicious smell. I knew that Vernon and Dudley were downstairs in the living room and that the door to the kitchen was always open so the could get to the fridge faster. Still no owl meant that house elf magic was okay in front of muggles, as long as they didn't see it. Maybe as long as those muggles knew about magic too, I couldn't be sure of that. Let's check it out.

The next time I called the elf I ordered him to bring me to a corner of Diagon Alley where we wouldn't be seen. Shyly the elf took my hand and with a sickening twist that made me wish I hadn't eaten the potatoes my room turned into a busy street.

I stayed there in the small space between two shops for almost ten minutes until I decided it was save to assume the magic had, once again, not been picked up by the ministry.

From there on I continued to test exactly how far the elf's abilities reached.

I made him apparate me to Hogwarts, right through the wards on top of the astronomy tower. I made him apparate me into my vault in Gringotts. I wanted to make him apparate me into Lestranges' vault but he said he couldn't. Now that was interesting. At least goblins seemed to have some kind of wards against house elves, making it so they could only reach the vault of their masters.

I made Notch apparate me into a muggle environment. I made him making a park bench float where it could be seen by muggles, who could see neither Notch nor myself. I made him grab my hand and apparate me out of a full restaurant where people were bound to see me – although I took care to wear a shirt with a hood that concealed my face completely and Notch was hidden under the invisibility cloak. Those incidents were bound to call the ministry but if my theory was right and Notch's magic couldn't be picked up it meant they had to rely on questioning the muggles in order to get the culprit.

At the end of the day I still hadn't received a single warning. That made me braver and I decided to go a step further.

The next day I continued to experiment but this time I wanted to do magic myself. The trace was definitely on my wand, that much I knew from the books. However it could still not say who cast a spell since Dobby had been able to blame Harry. Therefore the ministry must have some kind of detection wards over Privet Drive, or more likely every muggleborns house. Any magic being picked up there without another wizard nearby would be contributed to the muggleborn. The wand trace could be a backup plan for the wizarding children. People would have to report them directly, after which their wands would be tested. It was likely that they left it to the parents to make sure their children didn't do magic outside of Hogwarts. It was how I thought the trace worked and I was going to test it. If I was wrong and they expelled me – hey, I had skipped two classes in muggle school, I could easily continue where I left before.

First thing in the morning I used Notch to get to Diagon Alley again and with somewhat shaky hands I pulled out my wand, still obscured in my corner and cast a simple hovering charm on a nearby rock.

Nothing.

This place was so full of magic that my little spell didn't trigger any alarms.

"Notch", I said to the small elf while pulling out my invisibility cloak. "I want you to bring me to the Burrow, the home of the Weasley family. The backyard will be enough. Can you do that?"

Notch seemed to concentrate hard on something, before he nodded. He had been confused the other day about the odd commands I gave him, but by now he didn't question them anymore.

Notch took my hand and a second later we were at the Burrow. I would've liked to try this at Malfoy Manor but while the wards there didn't pick up house elves I wasn't so sure about a foreign wizard suddenly appearing in their backyard.

I was able to perform magic at the Burrow too without any disruptions except for the laughter I could hear from the house itself. It was confirmed yet again; using magic was alright as long as there were other wizards around. That made my life a whole lot easier.

There was one thing I hadn't tried out and that was doing magic in a muggle environment. Whenever the ministry picked up the place through your wand or person they had to have means to check this. However it was questionable if the trace could pick that up when you were in another country. I had read about such laws in the Hogwarts library and Durmstrang students for example were not only allowed but encouraged to practice magic during holidays.

Notch was able to bring me to random place in Spain just as easily as he'd brought me to Hogwarts. There I spend a solid hour standing on a busy place in a random town and performing magic tricks, using cards and top hats and rabbits, pretending to be a muggle who pretended to be a wizards. The whole time I used real magic to conjure, banish, summon and let things float, earning quite a bit of cash that way. And no ministry letter. I couldn't get the grin off my face for the rest of the day.

First thing the next day I went to Gringotts to ask if it was possible to store things in my vault without my brother having the means to get or even see them. They pointed me in the direction of a magical trunk maker who sold me a huge chest that had dozens of expanding and security charms on it. Notch had stored my trunk, including wardrobe, broom, cloak, Philosophers Stone and everything else valuable in that chest. I didn't even carry that much money with me, Notch could just get it for me after all.

My next stop was a small shop in Knockturn Alley that sold potions. I stocked up on aging and de-aging potion, voice-changing and translation potions as well as some basic healing and pepper ups. Also I brought larger robes at Madam Malkins, who didn't recognize me once I had vanished my scar and changed my eye and hair color. Then I went home, undressed and drank the aging potion, making me appear to be at least 35 years old. With the trace being out of my way and the fame of Charles Potter being dealt with I was ready to begin my vacation.

"Notch", I said to the elf, smiling a little, "prepare yourself, we are going on a journey."

"Where does master want to go?", The elf asked, already having figured out that he was my transportation means.

"Paris", I decided, "our first stop will be Paris."

Every magical community had its dark underground. And in every country that underground had some kind of specialty. The British underground had a reputation of being violent and not exactly subtle. The main problem was the use of the three Unforgivables. Those curses were that popular in no other country. I had first stumbled over that noticing that the use of an Unforgivable granted you a life sentence in Azkaban – but Azkaban was a British prison. If the curses were internationally banned it would say a life sentence in prison generally, wouldn't it? But using the Avada Kedavra for example was actually treated as a light case of murder in Russia. It was considered mercy to be killed with such a painless spell. Killing someone with Incendio or a Slashing curse to the neck was punished a lot harder.

Everyone knew Vampires made out the main underground of Rumania, werewolves posed a strong threat in Italy. Ireland was plagued by banshees, and Spain had a flourishing black market for illegal potions. Germany had to fight with mercenaries and contract killers, leftovers from the war with Grindelwald who made sure wizards raised their sons to be battle mages. Some of those traditions did still exist. Greece dark wizards were running illegal experiments on humans, trying to improve their bodies and magic by combining them with magical races. They also had a lot of ancient buildings, temples and tombs left filled with horrendous curses, as did Egypt. The Russians were a bit traditional in that they still practiced dueling openly, going as far as allowing a feud to be carried out in a life or death duel. What was special at that was that they used muggle weapons in their duels too sometimes. Albania, unsurprisingly, had a huge ring of smugglers in the magical artifact department.

All of this was knowledge that wasn't exactly kept a secret. I found out about it just browsing through old newspapers. You had to search for it but with the help of Hermione it had been no trouble.

The reason I started in France was because its underground was famous for its Necromancers. France, in medieval times, had lacked in the medical and potions department and thus the Black Death had killed more magical folk there then anywhere else. Mourning their dead ones the wizards had build underground catacombs to bury them under almost every town. Most of them were unknown to the muggles still. Since the main problem for a Necromancer was to get a sufficient amount of dead bodies without being caught, France was an excellent place for their shady ventures. It was the perfect place for a nice vacation.

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