A/N: This is my first fic ever. I've read tons of them but never wrote anything until this idea got stuck in my read. English isn't my first-language, so before I start I should thank my beta-reader, Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell (listed under my favorites) for the help.

This is crossing-over between Charmed x Harry Potter so adjustment to collide the worlds has been made. So far, in my mind the epilogue of Harry Potter would have to be "Sixteen years later" instead of "Nineteen" to adjust dates. The rest will be explained through the story.

Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or Harry Potter.

Manor, 2004

Chapter 1

Phoebe was alone at the attic, staring at the Book of Shadows. They hadn't had any kind of magical chores in days and, strangely enough, she was yearning for some kind of action. She walked around lightly touching every object in sight willing to get some sort of Premonition.

A swirl of blue orbs appeared in the middle of the room and, even before Paige fully reform, Phoebe's empathy powers kicked in – despite the blocking potion.

"Ouch! Frustration, huh?" said Phoebe. "Get a grip on yourself, missy."

"And you complaining about it isn't helpful. Who would say so?" replied Paige in her sarcastic way. Phoebe sighed letting herself on the couch.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I just can't deal with this power yet."

Paige just waved, meaning it was okay and sat beside her.

"Where is it all coming from, Paige? Did our neurotic white-lighter show up to destroy our peace already?" Some part of Pheobe wished the answer would be yes.

"Nope. Not a sign of him in two days. Somehow, I think that what's actually bothering me. I know Piper snapped at him and she can be pretty harsh sometimes... But Chris seemed so devoted to the cause, so restless. I guess I was expecting him to get over it by now."

"I know. I find it quite odd he didn't find a way to come back pressuring us into going down to the underworld and all."

"What could have been so serious? Piper refuses to talk about it. She acts as if he had never existed."

"Something happened. Something big. After all before that, even she didn't trust Chris, she was worried about Wyatt and now... she seems so confident about it."

The younger sisters hadn't noticed the eldest one standing by the door for a few moments.

Piper entered the room and decided it wasn't fair to keep her family concerned about Wyatt's safe any longer. She actually didn't know exactly why she hadn't told them yet. Maybe because she didn't quite want to believe what she had seen or what Chris told her. She was still expecting the little liar to come at them with some sort of bizarre explanation... she couldn't figure out why, but she was still willing to believe him and to take the boy's apologies.

Yes, the boy. He was so young and he looked so desperate right before orbing away. But he didn't come back, he didn't try to explain himself – and that meant she was right to begin with and there wasn't another explanation.

With that in mind, Piper said, "You don't have to worry about Wyatt any longer."

Her sisters turned at her as she continued in a calm voice...

"I blew his cover two nights ago. Chris is gone. The threat is gone." And looking at her toddler on her hip, she added in her motherly voice "Everything is ok, now? Right, sweetie?"

"HOLD ON?" Paige screamed. "Gone? What do you mean by gone? Are you trying to say you vanquished our white-lighter?"

"White-lighters can't be vanquished, Paige." And Phoebe started jumping to conclusions before Piper could say a word. "Uh, okay so Chris wasn't a white-lighter after all?"

"But he orbed. How on Earth could he orb?" The youngest started to cooperate with Phoebe's reverie.

"Gosh, he must be extremely powerful to fake orbing."

"We should have seen it... his inability to heal."

"The fact that he was always in the underworld..."

"His telekinesis..."

"He must an upper level demon." Phoebe finally directed on sentence to Piper again. "How did you—?"

"Why didn't you call us for help?" Paige added.

Piper was annoyed, yet amused about how creative and wrong their line of thinking was. Annoyance won, and she snapped.

"Oh, shut up you two! Can't we have one normal conversation around this house? I didn't vanquish Chris. Nobody died. No killing was involved."

"But, how...? What?" Phoebe said confused.

"Sheesh. Let me finish, would you?"

Piper took a deep breath and slowly moved to the couch and sat down, placing her baby on her lap.

"I left Chris baby-sitting Wyatt while I went P3," she started smoothly avoiding alarming Wyatt who looked seriously at his mom as if he could understand the conversation, "And when I came back, I found him and a fellow demon leaning over Wyatt. Thanks God, I got there before they could do any harm..."

Piper kissed her son's forehead before going on. "The demon shimmered away before I could do anything."

"And Chris?" Paige asked.

"That little liar had the nerve to tell me that the demon wasn't dangerous and all sort of crap about Wyatt being evil... Wyatt, evil?" her snap was louder then she expected. She turned to the toddler sitting silently in her lap with his wide eyes full of innocence. "How could he say this? Did he actually think that I would believe this?"

Her sisters sat next to her and Paige started rubbing her back. Piper was on the verge of tears.

"It's difficult to create a convincible lie when you are caught in the act, isn't it?"

"What did you do Piper? How did you get rid of him?"

"I simply told him I didn't wanna see him anymore. He orbed away. I thought he would come back with a more convincing lie. But just I think he knows he screwed up big this time. He's not coming back."

Piper didn't know how she was so sure of that, something in the white-lighters' face... pain, failure... defeat. He wouldn't come back, she knew.

At some part of the park.

A devastated figure was sitting on the ground under a huge tree. The shaking of the sobs he couldn't hold any longer were mixed with the constant quivering. It was so cold. He had never felt so cold. He was sure that this coldness was coming from his heart. He has never felt so empty, so desperate...

"I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry. I failed Wyatt, I failed you all... I thought I could, but I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough, not good enough. I failed. I'm sorry, mom"

Another wave of sobs came to wash the young white-lighter's face with tears. Tears he didn't even know he had yet. He didn't know for how long he was sitting there... he didn't know where to go. He couldn't get back to his old home. He couldn't face what was left of his family in the future. He couldn't face his friends. They would be better off without him and his problems... they would be finally able to do what had to be done.

"I'm sorry, Wy," he finally murmured closing his eyes and letting the endless tears run through his face.

Meanwhile…

In the attic, Piper stood up and said in a voice far happier than she felt.

"Well, it's over now. We can go back to our normal lives – at least until the next de—?"

"... now," murmured Paige incredulous.