Own nothing….

This is a prequel (trying to be) of Irony…my one-shot of charmed/Harry Potter!

A/N: my mum watches the show, n I used too…so I m a lil iffy on sum things…if ur an expert…then tell me…but more liking, I m gonna try to get several chappys dun, b4 I post it at all…so yea!

Here it goes!

Yeyeye

She was twenty-years old, and pregnant. She had no idea who was the father. All she knew was that it was a one-night-stand (not Roger). And she hasn't seen him since. She had a month left till the birth of her daughter. She wanted to follow her mother, patty's, footsteps, and name her with a P name.

Just which one? Piper, Phoebe, Pam, Patty, and Prue was taken. She looked down at her stomach, and smiled, she had a feeling that her daughter was going to be something good. Something special, more so then anything she can ever imagine.

Purity. Purity Halliwell. Perfect, just perfect. She smiled, as she rubbed, her womb. She (can't really remember ssry!) lived at the manor. Working on one museum project or another.. Even if she was unemployed or not, money would always appear in her account, like some unknown source was taking care of her and her daughter.

Oh, if you were guessing o who she was…well she is Prue Halliwell. Oldest Sister of the Halliwell sisters. And the first one to get pregnant, as well. No one had been told about this either. She wanted to see if she could do it on her own, being the independent woman, that she is.

But living in a big manor, such as the one that she lived in. The Halliwell Manor, the house where she grew up in. Her room, was like it was, but more grown up then it did when she was younger. Purity would be next to her, for she thought to keep her sisters rooms open for guests and such.

She sighed, wondering how life would be with a little baby. She knew it was going to be different. But unlike a usual mother, having cravings for weird food during pregnancy, she had a thing for reading book of witchcraft. Out. Loud. Books she found, the had magically appeared on her doormat one morning.

The growing babe in her womb seemed to have a liking to Defense Against…. what ever. Dark arts, Transfiguration, Potions, and Wiccan (elements) things. She never cared for other things but those. She felt, that this knowledge is going to some how help her baby girl. But then again…

That's stupid, who in their Right Mind, Believe in Magic?

She flinched, her hand went straight to her stomach. She leaned against the wall, trying to get herself to the phone. She was having contractions. If they were going to get worse, then she was going to want to be near the phone, at all costs.

IT kept on getting worse, and worse. She prayed for it all to be just a illusion. She did not want her baby girl to be a month early. No, she did not want Purity to be unhealthy. She made it, she reached for the phone and sighed. For a few minutes afterwards, the contractions had stopped. She was worried, something seemed up.

Her water broke.

Cliffy….I guess…..just so you all know! I am about to be Fifteen freakin yrs old……I dunt know much about being pregnant, 'cept for what's on TV….cant ask my mum…who is a nurse…b/c its 1:11am on a Sunday morning….so yea….n I just wanna write this until I fall asleep…so yea!

R&R!