Title- Here In The Shadows
A: N- This is my crossover of Charmed with Harry Potter. In addition, this is Alternate Universe.
By: RavenHeart101, ToHaRdToDeAl and my little sister Tammy
Disclaimer- None of this material is mine this material is property of Ms. J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. I think. I'm just bringing these characters on a boat ride down fantasy lane.
This might be slash, I don't know yet.
Hayden is Harry
Chapter One- The Thing About Hayden Potter
The stairs leading up to the bedrooms in the manor were old and a little rickety. The hallway was beautiful, painted with elegant flowers and wooden beams against the walls. The floor was all wooden beams, with a few rugs here and there. A five-year-old boy ran from the elegant looking kitchen and into the hallway greeting a young woman of 23 in a big warm hug. The young woman had brown hair just under the middle of her ear, and chocolate brown eyes. Her name was Phoebe Halliwell, or as little, five-year-old Hayden James Potter (Black as his teachers and friends knew him as) called her, Mommie. "Mommie! Mommie I miss 'ou!" Hayden said while hugging his 'Mommie'. Phoebe had a smile on her face as she hugged her 'son',
"I missed you too, Hayed," A young man of 25 entered the room, his black hair and gray eyes shinning with the smile his face held.
"Is that Mommie?" Hayden looked over at his 'Daddie' and laughed running over to him with Phoebe's hand held as tightly as his little hand could allow.
"Hayden, how 'bout you go on into the kitchen and help Uncle M make cookies for your party, while I talk to Mommie?" Questioned Sirius Black kneeling down to Hayden's side.
"Ok Daddie!" Hayden ran from the hallway and into the kitchen hopping on top of Uncle M's lap.
"Cookie's?" Questioned Hayden innocently,
Uncle M, other wise known as Remus Lupin or Moony, chuckled, "Yes, Harry, cookies,"
"Yayyyyyyyyy!" Hayden jumped off his uncle's lap and ran to the kitchen table eagerly awaiting his uncle to come and help him make his cookies.
You see his godfather and godmother had adopted Hayden James Potter. Alternatively, Phoebe and Sirius as we know them. On October 31, 1981, James and Lilyanna Potter were found murdered in their home. Hayden was the only family member that survived.
"Sooo," started Phoebe once Hayden was out of site, "What did I do now?"
"Ab-solutely nothing." Answered Sirius,
Phoebe narrowed her eyes in confusement, "Than what is it?"
"It's Hayden," Sirius pulled Phoebe out of the hallway and into the living room,
"What about him," She was getting worried,
"He's been showing signs of magic,"
"So, what does that have to do with anything?"
"It's not the wand waving type of magic, Pheebs,"
"Than what type of magic is it?"
"Your father's type,"
"White lighter?"
"Yes and-"
"It always gets worse with an and," Sirius smiled but it faltered and he carried on,
"And some demon," Sirius spoke the last word quietly as not to disturb the peaceful making of the cookies. Phoebe's eyes widened and she gasped,
"What! How in the world is that possible!?"
Sirius threw his hands up in a surrendering way, "How should I know?"
"Was Lily or James at least part demon?"
"Not that I know of, well with James that is. It might have skipped a generation or two. Cuz Lily did not know her father, said he left when she was born. I knew there was something strange about her."
"Yeah, so did I. So Hayden would be what? 3/4ths demon?"
"No, I think he's at the least ½."
"How?"
"Voldemort,"
"Not him again! Let me guess when he attacked Hayden he transferred some of his abilities it him?" Of course, Phoebe was being sarcastic, but she never could have known how right she was.
"Probably. That's the only answer we possibly will ever have. That is until-"
"Daddie! Daddie!" little Hayden came running out of the kitchen; Sirius sighed, thinking, Why? Why?
"What is it Harry?"
"I want 'ou."
"I kind of busy here Harry,"
"But Daddie-"
"No, Harry, go in and make your cookies,"
"NO!" Hayden slammed down his foot, the windows flew open and he gave his godfather a penetrating glare.
"Hayden!" Phoebe was apprehensive, what just happened? Was that a sign of his demon side? Of course Hayden had mistaken her apprehensiveness for anger and yelled out once more,
"NO!"
8 years later
"You can't tell me what to do!"
"Just listen to me Harry!"
"I am! Damn it! You aren't listening to me! Or yourself for that matter!"
Sirius sighed, why did he always have to be the one to deal with the temper mental side of Hayden?
"I am listening to you," Sirius was forcing himself to remain calm.
"Then why don't you act like you do!"
"Hayden,"
"No!" Hayden glared at his father, the mirror opposite of him exploded into a thousand tiny pieces just as a blonde haired man entered
the room. Remus took a step back and blinked.
"What the hell!" Remus yelled over Sirius' rampages over how they had just bought that mirror and how if he couldn't even manage to hold in his temper how was he going to ever be able to do what Phoebe does.
The tears of anger threatened to spill from Hayden's emerald green eyes, but he would never let Sirius see them. It is just he didn't get him. Sirius didn't understand him. Sirius did not know that Hayden had over heard what he had said to Phoebe when he was five years old. Lastly, Sirius and Phoebe did not know the depression he was going through for it. There were only a few people who did know, for one his grandfather, Sam, understood. His best friend Nova understood, and lastly his Uncle Remus understood. It was only on rare occasions that Hayden ever saw Phoebe, so it was not as if he could actually tell, or talk to, her about it.
Full of anger and disappointment Hayden turned around swiftly, and marched out of the house and into the poring rain. Never did he bother to grab his jacket on his way out either.
And with one, more fugitive glance at the house he had grown up in he couldn't help but think about what it would have been if he had grown up somewhere else. Was his life destined for him to be filled with just depression and hurt? On the other hand, was there a purpose out there for him yet? Would he ever find love? The family he wanted. On the other hand, were all these sick jokes of a wonderful life? He wanted to know were Sirius heart was. He wanted to know were his heart was. Maybe he would never know. Maybe it just was not his destiny to be happy, feel needed, and not like some worthless temper mental teenager.
So with that thought tucked securely into his head, Hayden turned on his heal and marched off into the direction of his grandfathers home hoping beyond belief that he would be home.
A: N- Please review! Pretty please with suger and a cherry on top!? Lol anyway this story goes out to Cheyanne and Zach for being two of the best friends in the world. Funnily I was listening to Kely Clarkson 's Were is your heart when I wrote this and The River by Good Charlette. Hope you liked the story so far and you have to review in order for me to write more:)