Charmed: The Next Generation (A futurefic)
Please note: I don't own any Characters from Charmed, but I've added a few of my own to this story.
Summary: Told through the eyes of Penny Halliwell-Dean, Phoebe's daughter. The Charmed Ones are killed by a powerful force of evil leaving their children to fend for themselves.
Introduction:
Wyatt Halliwell knew he was different since the day he was born. He was the son of A Charmed One and a whitelighter. He was powerful. But poor little Wyatt had a secret that only I know. Because of all the whispering about him turning evil and the fear he saw in his parents faces, he hated to use magic. Wyatt actually grew up fearing his powers. He vowed not to use magic unless it was unavoidable.
Wyatt's younger brother Chris, on the other hand, had no problems with magic. He was talented as a witch, but no where near as powerful as Wyatt. This fact was a great annoyance to Chris and caused many a fight between the boys. Unlike Wyatt, Chris prefered to be in the spotlight. He loved attention.
Where this particular tale begins, Wyatt is seventeen, Chris is fifteen, and I am twelve. I should explain. My name is Penny. I too am the child of a Charmed One, Phoebe. My father, Jason Dean, left my mother long ago. I've never known him. I too have inherited the powers passed down to the witches in my family. I have premonition and levitation powers, just like my mother.
Chapter 1: A Not So Ordinary Day
The Kitchen Of The Halliwell Manor:
We sat there eating our breakfast just like every other day. But the three of us knew something was about to happen. We could feel it. I exchanged excited glances with my cousins Wyatt and Chris. It was something big. Too bad we had lessons to study. Most of our day would be spent pouring over Auntie Piper's Potion Basics booklet. She was adamant about us learning the ways of witchcraft. Even though it was summer and all other kids our ages would be outside playing ball or stretched out in front of their televisions, we would be stuck in the stuffy attic of our home studying under the watchful eyes of Auntie Paige.
I finished my cereal and placed my spoon in the bowl. Auntie Piper had already left for work, as had my mother. Auntie Paige was awaiting us in the attic. I could tell my cousins didn't want to go up there anymore than I did, but it was time. We couldn't stall any longer. After putting our dirty dishes in the sink, we headed for the stairs. We exchanged excited whispers as we ascended. Chris grabbed my arm. "Did you see it? What's about to happen?" I shook my head. "No prems yet.", I whispered back. Wyatt was behind us, lagging as usual. But even he was excited. "It might be something bad you know." Chris and I giggled. "Who cares?" Chris whispered. "Anything is better than studying." Wyatt nodded, but he was concerned. It was written on his face.
In the Halliwell Attic:
Auntie Paige was sitting at her desk against the far wall. The attic had become a makeshift classroom. She loved teaching. At the Magic School, she taught the younger children. So working with us in the summer was a challenge. She did her best to drill witchcraft into our minds as Auntie Piper had done to her long ago.
Auntie Paige looked up as our little trio entered the room. She smiled at us. "Good morning." We smiled back and offered a less than cheerful greeting. I went to my desk as the boys went to theirs. My little pink notebook was lying there. I was afraid to open it. I always had plenty of comments on my spell writing. Usually not good ones either. I flipped it open to look over yesterdays work. To my surprise there was only one comment, written in blue ink this time. 'Definitely an improvement.' I looked up at Auntie Paige and smiled. She smiled back. Maybe she didn't hate me after all.
Our lesson began. Potion making was dull and I couldn't help yawning several times. I noticed Wyatt and Chris weren't very successful at hiding their boredom either. Auntie Paige stood before us making a list of ingredients on the chalkboard next to her desk. I couldn't pay attention. It was hot and uncomfortable. I kept wishing that whatever we'd felt would happen at that moment, so we could stop.
Suddenly I felt it happening. A premonition. I was pulled into my vision. I saw the hall downstairs. I saw my mother hit by an energy ball. She fell to the floor and landed on Auntie Paige who was already on the floor. I just knew they were both dead. Then I saw Auntie Piper in the clutches of a huge angry beast. His fist enclosed her throat. She didn't even have a chance to scream. She was dead too. He tossed her to the ground like a rag doll. The beast and a tall man in a black robe stood side by side laughing over the bodies of my beloved family. When the premonition ended I let out a terrified scream and fainted.
When I awoke, I was lying on the floor and Auntie Paige was kneeling over me pressing a wet cloth to my forehead. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach when I remembered the premonition. It was horrible. I couldn't let that happen. I tried to sit up, but that caused my head to swim and I had to lie back down. "It's alright Penny. Just rest a minute." I nodded and looked around the attic. Wyatt was pacing nervously by The Book Of Shadows. I couldn't see Chris. I hoped Auntie Paige hadn't sent him to bring my mother home. "Penny? What did you see?" Auntie Paige needed to know. They all needed to know, but how could I explain it?
At that moment Chris orbed into the attic with my mother. She flew to me and cooed over me like I was a baby. All the while she was reading my emotions, I could feel it. It was like a chill running down my spine. She held my hand and I saw tears in her eyes. "What was so awful Penny? What did you see?" Looking up at my mother's face so etched with concern, I couldn't lie. "Mom, can we talk in private? Just you and me?" Thankfully Mom agreed. Chris helped me up and I went down to Mom's room with her.
In Phoebe's Room:
I sat down on Mom's bed and she sat next to me. She took my hand and waited for me to explain my premonition. I stared down at the floor and said it straight out. "I saw a beast like thing and a man in a black robe kill you and Auntie Piper and Auntie Paige." There was nothing but silence for a long time. I couldn't bear to look up until I felt Mom's hand squeezing mine. Her face was contorted in pain. She was crying. I didn't really know what to say or do. I just threw my arms around her and buried my head in her neck. I cried into her shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry Mommy" over and over.
When we'd finally stopped crying, Mom looked at me with an air of determination. "We aren't going to let that happen Penny. We'll find a way to stop it." I nodded. Once again she was the mother I knew. The great Phoebe, Charmed One extraordinare. "Do you remember what they looked like? The man and the beast you saw?" I nodded again. I had a photographic memory. Mom pulled me to my feet. "Let's get going then. I'll fill the others in and you can search the book." Mom went looking for the others, who had probably congregated in the kitchen. I went back to the attic.
Please note: I don't own any Characters from Charmed, but I've added a few of my own to this story.
Summary: Told through the eyes of Penny Halliwell-Dean, Phoebe's daughter. The Charmed Ones are killed by a powerful force of evil leaving their children to fend for themselves.
Introduction:
Wyatt Halliwell knew he was different since the day he was born. He was the son of A Charmed One and a whitelighter. He was powerful. But poor little Wyatt had a secret that only I know. Because of all the whispering about him turning evil and the fear he saw in his parents faces, he hated to use magic. Wyatt actually grew up fearing his powers. He vowed not to use magic unless it was unavoidable.
Wyatt's younger brother Chris, on the other hand, had no problems with magic. He was talented as a witch, but no where near as powerful as Wyatt. This fact was a great annoyance to Chris and caused many a fight between the boys. Unlike Wyatt, Chris prefered to be in the spotlight. He loved attention.
Where this particular tale begins, Wyatt is seventeen, Chris is fifteen, and I am twelve. I should explain. My name is Penny. I too am the child of a Charmed One, Phoebe. My father, Jason Dean, left my mother long ago. I've never known him. I too have inherited the powers passed down to the witches in my family. I have premonition and levitation powers, just like my mother.
Chapter 1: A Not So Ordinary Day
The Kitchen Of The Halliwell Manor:
We sat there eating our breakfast just like every other day. But the three of us knew something was about to happen. We could feel it. I exchanged excited glances with my cousins Wyatt and Chris. It was something big. Too bad we had lessons to study. Most of our day would be spent pouring over Auntie Piper's Potion Basics booklet. She was adamant about us learning the ways of witchcraft. Even though it was summer and all other kids our ages would be outside playing ball or stretched out in front of their televisions, we would be stuck in the stuffy attic of our home studying under the watchful eyes of Auntie Paige.
I finished my cereal and placed my spoon in the bowl. Auntie Piper had already left for work, as had my mother. Auntie Paige was awaiting us in the attic. I could tell my cousins didn't want to go up there anymore than I did, but it was time. We couldn't stall any longer. After putting our dirty dishes in the sink, we headed for the stairs. We exchanged excited whispers as we ascended. Chris grabbed my arm. "Did you see it? What's about to happen?" I shook my head. "No prems yet.", I whispered back. Wyatt was behind us, lagging as usual. But even he was excited. "It might be something bad you know." Chris and I giggled. "Who cares?" Chris whispered. "Anything is better than studying." Wyatt nodded, but he was concerned. It was written on his face.
In the Halliwell Attic:
Auntie Paige was sitting at her desk against the far wall. The attic had become a makeshift classroom. She loved teaching. At the Magic School, she taught the younger children. So working with us in the summer was a challenge. She did her best to drill witchcraft into our minds as Auntie Piper had done to her long ago.
Auntie Paige looked up as our little trio entered the room. She smiled at us. "Good morning." We smiled back and offered a less than cheerful greeting. I went to my desk as the boys went to theirs. My little pink notebook was lying there. I was afraid to open it. I always had plenty of comments on my spell writing. Usually not good ones either. I flipped it open to look over yesterdays work. To my surprise there was only one comment, written in blue ink this time. 'Definitely an improvement.' I looked up at Auntie Paige and smiled. She smiled back. Maybe she didn't hate me after all.
Our lesson began. Potion making was dull and I couldn't help yawning several times. I noticed Wyatt and Chris weren't very successful at hiding their boredom either. Auntie Paige stood before us making a list of ingredients on the chalkboard next to her desk. I couldn't pay attention. It was hot and uncomfortable. I kept wishing that whatever we'd felt would happen at that moment, so we could stop.
Suddenly I felt it happening. A premonition. I was pulled into my vision. I saw the hall downstairs. I saw my mother hit by an energy ball. She fell to the floor and landed on Auntie Paige who was already on the floor. I just knew they were both dead. Then I saw Auntie Piper in the clutches of a huge angry beast. His fist enclosed her throat. She didn't even have a chance to scream. She was dead too. He tossed her to the ground like a rag doll. The beast and a tall man in a black robe stood side by side laughing over the bodies of my beloved family. When the premonition ended I let out a terrified scream and fainted.
When I awoke, I was lying on the floor and Auntie Paige was kneeling over me pressing a wet cloth to my forehead. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach when I remembered the premonition. It was horrible. I couldn't let that happen. I tried to sit up, but that caused my head to swim and I had to lie back down. "It's alright Penny. Just rest a minute." I nodded and looked around the attic. Wyatt was pacing nervously by The Book Of Shadows. I couldn't see Chris. I hoped Auntie Paige hadn't sent him to bring my mother home. "Penny? What did you see?" Auntie Paige needed to know. They all needed to know, but how could I explain it?
At that moment Chris orbed into the attic with my mother. She flew to me and cooed over me like I was a baby. All the while she was reading my emotions, I could feel it. It was like a chill running down my spine. She held my hand and I saw tears in her eyes. "What was so awful Penny? What did you see?" Looking up at my mother's face so etched with concern, I couldn't lie. "Mom, can we talk in private? Just you and me?" Thankfully Mom agreed. Chris helped me up and I went down to Mom's room with her.
In Phoebe's Room:
I sat down on Mom's bed and she sat next to me. She took my hand and waited for me to explain my premonition. I stared down at the floor and said it straight out. "I saw a beast like thing and a man in a black robe kill you and Auntie Piper and Auntie Paige." There was nothing but silence for a long time. I couldn't bear to look up until I felt Mom's hand squeezing mine. Her face was contorted in pain. She was crying. I didn't really know what to say or do. I just threw my arms around her and buried my head in her neck. I cried into her shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry Mommy" over and over.
When we'd finally stopped crying, Mom looked at me with an air of determination. "We aren't going to let that happen Penny. We'll find a way to stop it." I nodded. Once again she was the mother I knew. The great Phoebe, Charmed One extraordinare. "Do you remember what they looked like? The man and the beast you saw?" I nodded again. I had a photographic memory. Mom pulled me to my feet. "Let's get going then. I'll fill the others in and you can search the book." Mom went looking for the others, who had probably congregated in the kitchen. I went back to the attic.