My mother died giving birth to my younger sister, Prudence. Prudence herself died a week later due to complications because of her premature birth. I was three. My father was grief stricken, went up to the elders that day and I only have seen him one time since.

That one time came after living with my wonderful, funny aunt Phoebe for seven years. It was just me and her, since she never did find love. Yah, guys came in and out but in the end I was her only little man. The horrible day was a Friday. Phoebe had gotten out of work early so she picked me up from school. When we got home there were demons everywhere. They were brunt demons. Skin littered with tribal markings. They all conjured fireballs. Quickly I grabbed my aunt's hand and a thin blue shield surrounded us. I still remember my aunt's terrified face as she called for my father. "Leo!" He actually showed up, too. His hand reached through my shield in a way I had never seen before grabbing my arm he orbed us to the heavens.

"Why did you do that!" I yelled at him. He didn't answer, so I continued. "Leo, you just left her defense-less. She has no active powers!" With one more look at my father's slightly bored expression I orb back down to earth.

I was too late. Her body laid there motionless, it was littered burnt patches that stood out on her pale skin. I ran to her body crying. Seconds later Leo orbed in. I whirled around and glared at him. "You left her to die! If you didn't take me away, I could have saved her."

"Or die trying," Leo said coldly, before orbing out leaving a sobbing boy and his aunt's dead body.

I moved into my Aunt Paige's house after that. With her husband, Henry and daughter Melinda. I felt so alone. Melinda was five years younger than me and was an annoying little selfish, brat. She had felt no heartache, where I had felt plenty. She look just like her mother thin brown hair. Hazel eyes and cream skin. A beautiful child really. She was much too spoiled for her own good, but she didn't deserve what she got. After only a week of living with me she met her end. She died; a darklighter arrow straight threw her heart. I was cursed.

Paige and Henry shipped me to my grandfather after that. They said that they we so filled with grief to take care of me. Lie. She blamed me. I just know it. She should, it was all my fault. I was bad luck.

My grandpa, Victor, was great. He was caring. Every night he told me stories of my mom. Of her childhood. How she was always jealous of Prue. How she was a middle child. Of her wedding day. He told me everything I wanted to know. No editing or brushing over details. He was everything to me. My only family, really. Paige and Henry would visit but they weren't really there. They lost a child, you never get over that, but they didn't try. Paige quit her job. Henry buried himself into his work. So, yah Grandpa was my everything until I met Abby.

She went to my school. I didn't notice her, until I got my freezing power. The essay was worth half my grade and I forgot to finish it. I just need a couple minutes, so I froze the class. All except one. A brunette fair hair girl with sparkly, electric green eyes. She was beautiful. She sent me a sly smile and speaking the first words she had every said to me. "I'm not the only freak, I see." Raising what would become her infamous eyebrow.

I fell in love with her. Her beautiful smile. Her curly hair. Her witty retorts. I was 15 when I kissed her first. I still remember it today. Her soft lips shined with pink gloss. Her hair was in a messy braid. From the moment my lips bruised upon her, we were inseparable. I did not go a day without seeing her. It she was absent from school, I orbed to her. On the weekends we had dates movie, dinner, skating, hanging. Whatever we were doing we were doing it together. I was going to marry her. I decide it, the night she said she loved me. She was my only one. She had me wrapped around her finger. I cared about her more than life itself.

It was a Friday when he told me she was pregnant. She cried, thinking it was going to end between us. It was all her fault, that's how she saw it. I saw it as something else. My thoughts may have dense, I shouldn't been worried. Scared, freaking out. Or something other what I was. Ecstatic, a baby boy or girl. A son to cherish a daughter to spoil? How could this ever be a bad thing? Sure we were young. Only 16. But, next to Abby I felt that I could concur the world.

The first time I saw him, my baby, is still burned into my head. I will never forget it.

Staring down at his soft paper thin skin, his small lips were twisted into a scrunched expression as he cried. His skin so smooth and soft, slightly redden. His strikingly beautiful green eyes, just like his mother's. He was so small, fit perfectly in my embrace. Looking at him I felt love, a love I had never felt before. The unconditional love of a father. "Hey, baby. Hey, little Christopher," I cooed.

That precious memory was proceeded by a heartbreaking one.

"Mr. Halliwell," a slightly frazzled blond doctor said. His voice grim and his tired expression held pity. My heart beats quicken. "There were complications during the birth. Your wife … girlfriend, didn't make it. I'm sorry." My heart broke. I could feel tears fill my eyes, threatening to spill over. I couldn't believe, it. My Abby, my everything. Dead. My curse hits again, I think sadly before a thought suddenly hits me.

"What about my… my son. Is he… he okay?" I stuttered. Pleading with the doctor to give me a break. The blond man smiles. That's when I knew everything would be okay.

It's also when I decide that no one no one will ever hurt my little boy. I wouldn't let them.