Phoebe sighed, leaving another day of hard work. It was late when she finally got home in time for another demon attack and to help her sisters out. It was nearly two weeks after they had finally killed her evil ex-husband for good.
"Oh, I know that look," said Paige.
"This is getting old," said her older half-sister.
"Oh, come on. You are just saying that, Phoebe. Maybe you need a vacation from magic and fighting demons."
"Well. Maybe I just need a different life."
"Okay. What's the matter?" said Piper entering the room with Wyatt in her hip. Her eyes dance from one little sister to the other.
"Phoebe needs a vacation," explain Paige, smiling.
"Oh. No. I don't," said Phoebe.
"You know what, Phoebe, you don't look too good. Are you feeling sick?"
"No. I'm not feeling si…"
Phoebe sat down on the sofa, hard.
"Phoebe!" yelled both of her sisters as she fainted.
Voldemort was happy, oh so very happy. He studied his captive on the ground, carefully. His death eaters all laugh, seeing that his plan to capture the boy had gone well and without any of the Order to stop his plans. Slipping the boy out from under Dumbledore's nose was simple.
"Hello, Harry Potter. It's my turn to teach you now…"
Phoebe woke, hours later, scary her sisters and Leo.
"Phoebe, how do you feel?" ask Piper, giving her sister a look of 'you better tell the truth.'
"Fine."
"Fine? Phoebe, you fainted!" said Paige, nearly yelling.
"Now, Paige," said Piper.
"Maybe it's just because you have been working really hard lately," said Leo, looking at his sister in-law.
"That could be it," said Paige.
"That does it," said Piper, "You are staying home from work tomorrow and having a day off."
"But…"
"No buts."
Harry pulled himself against the wall of the cell. Dry blood rested on his arms, face, neck, and legs. To make matters worse, a chain around his neck held him to the wall. He closed his eyes, deciding that whatever Voldemort had plan, Harry would have to be ready. Sighing he allow himself to fell asleep, slipping into a dream about blue lights and moving hands.
Phoebe sighed, just finishing calling Alisa to tell her to Phoebe was not coming into work today. To her surprise, her boss seems to agree with that idea. So now Phoebe was at home with Piper and Wyatt.
"Where's Paige?" ask Phoebe, entering the kitchen.
"She's at magic school."
"Oh."
"Oh?" repeated Piper, "Phoebe, will you please slow down some. You are over work. Maybe that's the reason why you fainted last night."
Crash!
"What in the world?" said Piper, running into the hallway with Phoebe following her. The two witches came across a screeching, bloody white owl, flying around the room. Paige orb in.
"Great! Now we have attacking owls," she said, looking annoyed. Piper freeze it, noticing a red book in its claw. Quickly she slips it from the bird, flipping it open to reveal a moving picture of a mother, father, and a little boy. Beside that one was another of two boys and a girl. Paige looks over her sister's shoulder.
"Are these pictures moving or am I just seeing things?"
"What?" said Phoebe, pulling the book from her sister's hand, letting out a gasp, getting lost in a premonition.
A boy with a chain around his neck and blood running from injuries, screamed. Another voice was heard, yelling something before laughing as the boy scream again.
Phoebe nearly drop the book, gasping. She look at her sisters.
"Phoebe, what did you see?" ask Piper. Her sister pointed at the book, at the picture of the teens.
"Someone is hurting that boy…They are torturing him."
"Have you find him yet?" ask Piper, looking up from the Book of Shadows at her sister, Paige who was srcy for the boy. Beside Paige, was the owl, which was now calmed down. Phoebe stared into outer space at the book of moving pictures.
"Not yet," said Paige, changing maps, "Phoebe?"
Phoebe snap back out of her trance, turning to face her sisters.
"I'm worry. What if we get there and he's dead?"
Paige glances at Piper.
Harry cocks his head to the side as something happen in front of his cell. Weakly he listens to the voices.
"Lord Voldemort wants…"
Boom!
"Did you kill them, Piper?" ask a female voice.
"No. Only wounded them. They are humans, right?"
Harry nearly gag when something happen to the door. Three women stand there, looking around in the darkness for any more of Voldemort's death eaters. The oldest one had long brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail while the next woman had the shortest hair. The third was paler then the first two with a rust red color hair. Harry felt his eyes close by themselves as he went limp.
Piper stared shock at the teen boy. He was a mess, having seen them enter the room, he went limp. The chain on his neck hold against the wall. The boy was barely sixteen. Piper felt a wave of worry cross over her, making her think like a mother as they rush in. She quickly free him of the chain, as Paige prepare to orb them out. Returning to the manor, Phoebe was in shock at what she could see.
"Leo!" yelled Piper. The whitelighter came running out of the kitchen, Wyatt in his arms.
"What happen?"
"Questions later. Hurry and heal him now!" said Piper. Leo handed Wyatt to Paige, leaning forward to heal the teen. Once he was healed, Piper reaches forward, pushing his nearly black hair away from his forehead, revealing a lighting shape scar.
"He should wake up soon," said Leo, studying the boy.
"How long do you think he was there?" ask Phoebe.
Harry groaned, hearing voices. His throat felt dry, struggling to open his lidded eyes.
"…Can't be demons. Darklighters or warlocks?"
"It does not make any sense," said another female voice, "We'll have to see what the elders know about this."