A/N: Hello everyone! I am officially back and running! Finals are finally over and I couldn't be happier! And because I always keep my promises, here's the sequel to my story Talia.

Most of you will have noticed that even though Talia is a Charmedfanfic, I've listed its sequel as a Harry Potter fanfic. The reason being of course, that this story is a crossover between the two. I did warn you that there would be a lot more Talia and Wyatt in the sequel, rather than the Charmed Ones themselves. Which is not to say that Piper, Phoebe and Paige won't have any part in this story. Or that Cole himself, won't be making appearances.

For those of you who haven't read Talia I really suggest you read it before continuing. There's a summary of it below, but I personally don't think it does it justice. Of course, I'm just the author so what do I know?

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One last thing. I wanted to thank my wonderful beta Nightcrawler who despite being swamped with finals (his haven't finished yet) has still found the time to look over my story and give it the glossy finish it now has (we hope!).

I'd also like to thank Ernie, my laptop, who despite my brother's predictions that it wouldn't last the stressful period of exams when it was most definitely overused, never mind the airplane trip home, has stuck with me and survived long enough for me to write this chapter. Hehehe, so far so good!

Now that I've wasted this much of your time, I leave you to continue on with the story.

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For those of you who haven't read Talia: Sixteen years after the last time the Charmed Ones saw Cole Turner, a girl with long, brown hair and big brown eyes shows up on the Haliwells' doorstep claiming to be Phoebe's and Cole's long-lost daughter. Her name is Talia. After getting over the initial shock, the Halliwells welcome her to their home, their lives and their hearts. Talia has spent the first sixteen years of her life living with her, very-much-alive, father, who also happens to be the Source of All Evil. Talia has had a very dark childhood as the Princess of the Underworld. A former recipient of fear and respect from all evil beings everywhere, Talia suddenly finds herself in a completely different situation. She has left the only home and lifestyle she has ever known, and seeks to redeem herself fighting for the Light along with the Halliwells. The entire Underworld considers her the worst of traitors and is out for her blood. But Talia is very powerful and has an understanding of the world of Magic that the rest of her family doesn't. She's particularly close to her younger cousin, Wyatt, and, despite both being major players on the opposing sides of a raging war, she is also close to her father, who often helps her out even though he's not supposed to. In Talia, Talia finds herself entangled in a complex web of deceit, lies, treachery and intrigue. It's a miracle how she makes it out alive; but Talia has a bit of a knack for survival...

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Disclaimer: Listen up everyone because this is the only disclaimer you'll get for the entire story! The following is a crossover between J.K. Rowling's characters from the Harry Potter children's book series and the TV show Charmed by Warner Bros. Fanfiction.net has very kindly allowed me to play around with all these characters that – once again, I repeat – do not belong to me. I own nothing except Talia, Xander, any other original characters that I may use, and the plot. This whole story was created out of love for the art of storytelling. Please don't sue me. I am but a poor student and the only thing I have in abundance, are debts.

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Where Two Worlds Meet

An old man with a flowing white beard and dark purple robes sat at his desk staring intently at the two photographs in his hands.

The first photograph was of a handsome, well built young man, clearly around the age of sixteen. His golden hair glinted in the sun and his bright blue eyes twinkled in merriment. His lips were turned upwards in an easy smile. Maturity and self-confidence radiated off the young man through the non-moving, muggle photo.

The second photo was of a beautiful young woman. She had a young face and figure, but there was something in her eyes that made one place her age from anywhere between ten and a hundred. She, too, seemed confident and self-assured, but there was a veil of mystery around her. She would look perfectly place in some ancient Greek tragedy, he decided.

Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the well-acclaimed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sighed. He never looked more tired than he did at that very moment.

A knock sounded at the oak door of the Headmaster's office. Professor Dumbledore, consciously, straightened up.

"Come in," he called in a gravely voice.

A stern-looking woman in her sixties entered the room.

"I came to see how you were doing," she said without preamble, taking a seat in front of Professor Dumbledore's desk.

"There's no need to fuss about me, Minerva," he said, not unkindly. "Making hard decisions comes with being a headmaster."

"With Voldemort's return you are much more than a headmaster Albus," she said with a blunt honesty that spoke of long familiarity. "Have you come to a decision?" she asked.

Professor Dumbledore sighed once more.

"I have," he said.

He picked up the two photographs that had been lying on his desk and walked around the enormous piece of furniture that had accommodated so many other headmasters and headmistresses before him, to her. He handed her the photographs.

"Wyatt Halliwell and Talia Turner," he said, "are cousins and two of the most powerful Wiccan witches around. Wyatt is soon to be sixteen and Talia seventeen. I will be inviting them to join Hogwarts in September."

Professor Minerva McGonagall raised her eyebrows at his statement.

"Wiccans?" she said.

He shrugged.

"It won't be the first time there would be Wiccans at Hogwarts."

Minerva seemed instantly interested.

"Really...?"

"Yes. It's true that their kind of magic is different than ours, but they can be taught to do things our way; with wands."

She paused thoughtfully, and then frowned.

"But how will two underage Wiccans help protect the school?" she asked.

Dumbledore observed her for a moment.

"What do you know about Wiccans, Minerva?"

She considered her answer carefully before she gave it.

"Admittedly not much...

"Long ago, at the division of the magical world, Wiccans chose to live among muggles, hiding their gift of magic. They don't use wands like we do, invoking the power of the earth and the world around them in their spells instead. They use potions too. Perhaps most importantly, they are born with certain powers, gifts, that differ for every one of them. Some of these gifts, or powers, are often what muggles call ESP, Extrasensory Perception."

The headmaster nodded.

"And some of these powers are even more extreme," he continued where she had left off, pacing the floor in a way that showed to his old friend, the rare state of agitation he was in. "Wiccans have been known to freeze time, create lightning and even have the power of illusion. Most Wiccans have only one gift, two at the most. These two children," he said, looking back at the photographs in Minerva's hands, "are even more powerful than that!"

Professor McGonagall's eyes went wide in realization. She looked back at the photographs appraisingly.

"Wiccans have, selflessly, taken on the role of protecting muggles from the forces of Evil. That is why, back in the division of the magical world, they chose to stay with muggles. Because of that resolution, they have frequent contact with the demonic world. Even as young as at the age of Mr. Halliwell and Miss Turner, they have a rather extensive experience in fighting evil forces. These two particular Wiccans are not only incredibly strong with an extensive experience in fighting Evil, but they are also the right age to be accepted at Hogwarts as students.

"These are trying times Minerva. Our students are in constant danger, and there is no greater danger than the one from within. As in every school, there are things that go on between students that, professors that we are, we never get to hear about. We need someone that will live among the students, be accepted by them and gain their trust, someone with enough experience in battling Evil that will realise a threat when they see it," his eyes glinted speculatively. "It doesn't hurt if this particular someone can protect themselves and others, the way these two children can."

Professor McGonagall stayed quiet for a while.

"Where did you hear about these two?"

"I have my spies," Professor Dumbledore answered vaguely.

"There's something about them that you're not telling me. What powers do they have?"

Dumbledore was suddenly stone-faced.

"I'd rather not say Minerva. I don't want them treated any differently than the other students. In fact, I don't think anyone, other than me, in the wizarding world, should know quite what these two are capable of."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"They're that powerful?"

Professor Dumbledore said nothing in return. She correctly translated his silence as acquiescence.

"Will you tell them what they are here for?"

Professor Dumbledore was quiet for a while again.

"No," he finally said. "I don't believe that's necessary. They will keep an eye out for evil without being told to do so."

Professor McGonagall gave a bitter smile.

"What you mean to say is that you don't believe that they'll come if you tell them."

Professor Dumbledore said nothing. Once again his silence was enough to confirm her comment.

"They'll need special tutoring before September," she said, "in the ways of wizarding magic."

"Yes they will. I'm going to ask them to come to Hogwarts during the summer. I'm sure whichever of the Professors are planning to stay over during the holidays, will be happy to help."

Minerva sighed tiredly.

"What will you tell the professors?"

"The truth..."

Minerva scowled in reprimand at his blatant lie.

"Or part of the truth at least," said Dumbledore smiling sheepishly. "Hogwarts will have two new students this September and they happen to be Wiccans. As such, they will be requiring extra tutoring in the ways of the wizarding world throughout the summer."

She sighed once again.

"I hate involving children in this war," she said.

Dumbledore gave her a half-smile.

"Need I remind you Minerva, that children are already involved in this war? Harry Potter has been involved since the day he was born. Neville Longbottom has been involved since the Lestranges and Barty Crouch attacked his parents. Ron Weasly, Ginny Weasly and Hermione Granger, have been involved since their first year here at Hogwarts. The entire D.A. became involved this past year. Children everywhere are realising what's going on. They want to fight because they understand that it is their future they are fighting for.

"Besides, ours is not the only side that's been using children. More than three quarters of the children in Slytherin are expected to join Voldemort's ranks. Draco Malfoy, next year's obvious choice for Head Boy, is sure to be one of Voldemort's finest."

Dumbledore sat tiredly in a chair facing his deputy Headmistress and oldest friend.

"I hate to see such promise go to waste," he said, referring to his previous comment about Draco Malfoy, "but people like the Malfoys will not listen to anyone. That was his father's downfall, and, though I hope otherwise, it seems that it will be Draco's too."

He turned his no-longer-twinkling blue eyes to the Transfiguration Professor.

"You and I, and people like Moody, will do our best, but the truth is, our time has come and gone. Whether we like it or not Minerva, this is a war for the young, as all wars are. We have no choice but to send children into battle."

"I know," she said. "But I don't have to like it."

"None of us do," he assured her.

She looked back down at the photographs in her hand.

"You think they'll come?"

Dumbledore smiled and, suddenly, there was a hint of a twinkle back in his blue eyes.

"You know Minerva, I have a feeling that they will."

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A/N: Well, that's the first chapter for you! Second chapter's almost finished so that shouldn't be long in coming. Please let me know what you thought of it. I know that by jumping fandoms I'll probably lose a lot of fans from both 'realms', but I absolutely had to write this. What can I say, my muse was calling!