DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING, OR CHARMED CHARACTERS. HOWEVER, ALL THE ORIGINAL ONES AND THE IDEAS ARE MY OWN PROPERTY!
San Francisco, USA. Such an ordinary place to live. Everything there is perfectly normal. Even beyond that. A beautiful house is on fire. It is the Halliwell mansion.
For years, 3 special women have been fighting terrible and dangerous wars against warlocks and demons. But they are not alone anymore. Yes. A 4th Charmed One has recently developed her powers into the last level. Josephine, daughter of Prudence Halliwell.
The huge pink house was slowly reaching to its dreadful end. Piper and Phoebe looked around the place trying to find their older sister, Prue, and her teenage daughter, who seemed to disappear into the air once the magical battle had finished. Suddenly, a hand could be seen in the attempt to free the owner, who was lying under a big pile of debris and wood. Jo started coughing while making an effort to release herself from an immense body that was crushing her and not allowing the air to reach her lungs.
"Mamá?" she whispered while searching for the older woman. "Mum, where are you?"
"Jo-Jo, are you ok?" her youngest aunt, Phoebe, asked her in a worried tone.
"Where's Prue?" blurted Piper, scanning the room they were in.
Suddenly, Jo spotted a figure lying close to a dead demon. The girl got up and hurried to see if it was her mother. She was…dead?
"No, no, it can't be!" shouted the teen. She tried to check Prue's pulse, even a weak signal to let her know that her mother was alive and that she would wake up sooner than expected.
Prue's beautiful face was almost unrecognizable. There was blood everywhere, especially coming out from her ears. Her clothes were torn and her hair was full of dirt pieces. And she was dead.
Jo and The Charmed Ones' agonizing screams could be heard from miles and miles. They thought they were in an alternate reality, where everything turns into a nightmare. Although this was not such a place, hideous dreams, like the one The Halliwells were going through, seemed to come to life for they could not believe Prue's death.