Diary of Christopher Halliwell
Summary: The Year is 1659, a time of fear and lies. For Christopher Halliwell as his future relatives find is diary placed between layers of a baby quilt under the loose floorboard.
A/N: Hey ever wonder why that floorboard was always loose?
Disclaimer: This story is originally by Celia Rees and her book called "Witch Child" just added some things different and made it a charmed story teehee. Not stealing, all the credit goes to her and this fabulous book.
Chapter 1: Beginning
" Piper, you know cleaning the attic isn't going to work, it'll just get dirty again." Phoebe exclaimed as Piper got to her knees and moved a few things around, trying to scrub the floor at once.
" Well it's worth a try. You know you could help, it would make this all go a bit faster." Piper grunted as she tried to get a spot off the floor. After about ten minutes at the same spot it still wasn't coming up. She slammed her fist on the floorboard she was scrubbing in frustration and one side popped up, a dust cloud exploding from it.
Phoebe and Piper coughed till the dust cleared while Leo and Paige made sure the two of them were all right as Wyatt orbed into his dad's arms.
" Yeah, were fine. Piper just got a little pissed at that stain on the floor." Paige chuckled as Piper swatted at her youngest sister. Paige looked down at the damage that Piper did to the old wooden floor and noticed something. It was something, it was a light blue and white cloth. She pulled it from the loose floorboard and realized what it was. It was what seemed to be an old baby quilt. She shook it out to clear some of the dust from it and out fell something square shaped, an old book by the looks of it.
Paige picked it up off the floor as Leo walked over and asked, " What do you have there?"
" Looks like a diary." Piper replied as she looked over her ex-husbands shoulder at the book Paige was thumbing through. Leo took the book from her and read the first line of it.
" Early March 1659." Leo looked to them as if he should continue. They nodded at him to read on as Piper held onto Wyatt, her sisters also joined her also on the old couch by the door.
I am Christopher, I am a witch. Or so some would call me. " Spawn of the devil," " Witch Child," they hiss in the street, although I know neither father nor mother. I know only my older brother Wyatt and Grandmere. We line in a small cottage on the very edge of the forest; Grandmere, Wyatt and I with our cat. Lived. Live they're no more. Men came and dragged Grandmere away. Men in black coats and hats as tall as steeples. They skewered the cat on a pike; they said that these were not God's creatures but familiars, of the devil himself in disguise. They threw the mess of fur and flesh onto the midden and threatened to do the same to Wyatt and me, as her, if she did not confess her sins to them. They took her away then; locked in the keep for more than a week while my brother kept hold of me, telling me she would be fine and proven innocent like the others were. They tested her day and night for such craft of evil. When I suddenly heard one day as a woman running from the lake outside of town. " She floats!" To float was sure proof of guilt. I ran past my brother and out the door to see them pulling her back to shore like a bundle of old washing. They did not want her drowning, because that would deprive them of a hanging.
Leo stopped reading, turning to his family with his mouth gaped wide open in surprise. They wore the same expression on their face as he did. Phoebe moved back against the couch as Chris orbed in suddenly right next to her.
" Don't do that!" She exclaimed causing Chris to look at her weird.
" Is this a bad time?" Chris asked sarcastically as Phoebe gave him the Aunt look that said, " Shut it." He continued still sarcastically; " I could always come back next century to save Wyatt." Chris walked over to the book of shadows as they just continued to look at him.
" What?" He questioned his eyebrow raised. Once the eyes left him he just shook his head and looked back down into the book, till he found the demon he needed to get rid of. He closed the book, giving them all a weird look before orbing back down into the underworld. They all turned back to Leo as Wyatt giggled as if to tell him to read on.
It is a cold day, even for early spring. White frost on the ground and green barely touching the trees, but folks came from far and near for the hanging. It is dangerous for me to be here against, my brothers wishes. I see people I trusted, suddenly turn against my family, whispering " That's one of them, the grandson of the witch," "Son of the devil, more like." Then they turn away, sniggering, hands covering their mouths, faces turning red at the lewd images they conjure in their own mind's eye. The evil is in themselves. I keep my eyes forward now, staring at the gallows. What powers do they think my family has, if Grandmere had real power, would she not be able to undo the locks to their stinking dungeon and fly through the air to safety? If I had any powers I would turn them to leprous blind newts and set them to eating themselves. I was so lost in my curses I never noticed the cloak that closed around me. I was taken down one of the steep alleys leading from the market and was pushed into a waiting carriage just as I heard the crowds roar; they had done it, they killed Grandmere. I remove the cloak quickly to see my brother, and a woman staring at me. I glared at them not saying a word to them as we traveled onward; the wheels of the carriage took up the rhythm: " In the town lived witches nine: three in worsted, three in rags, and three in velvet fine…"
TBC A/N: How am I doing, I do not own this story it is just a remake using the Charmed characters. Look for Chapter 2: Journey One.
-Fiona12690