Summery: This is set in the unchanged future, Chris is sent to Hogwarts to learn magic. During his stay Wyatt becomes progressively darker unknown to his brother. At Hogwarts Chris learns a new type of magic that none of his family knows, and slowly begins to develop into his own character.

Yes I know that Chris might be a little OOC but no one is born being that great a liar, or as secretive, or as brave. Those are all trait's a person grows into so just wait. He will eventually change into the person the sisters met, but he has to have started from somewhere, yes?

Chris huddled in a corner, softly crying curled as small as possible. His tear stained face hid within his arms wrapped about his knees sheltering him from the harsh argument between his parents.

"I don't want him." Piper cried brokenly, "He's a monster. He wants to steal my son."

"I can't do anything." Leo answered heavily, "I'm busy, the world needs my help. I can't turn my back to take care of a spoiled child." This wasn't the first time they had had this discussion and Leo was frankly sick of thinking about it, "He's weak, perhaps we should just get rid of him."

A shuddering sob was wrenched from Chris at the words stabbed through the weak shield he had built up. Why he had still hoped that his parents cared for him he didn't understand himself, but the words still hurt. They just didn't hate him, they thoroughly despised him.

A rustling at the window drew his attention away from his tumbling emotions, stiffening he drew back the curtain dreading the face of the demon he was sure he would find. The owl that hopped through the open window was certainly not a demon, no matter how odd it was, since there were no owls in San Francisco.

The owl hooted impatiently, using it's sharp beak to rap lightly on the boys hand to demand that he take the letter it carried around its foot. Chris was hesitant to reach out and grab the letter, glancing around to make sure that he was alone before he opened it.

Christopher Halliwell

Smallest bedroom

Halliwell Mansion

Christopher Halliwell,

It is our pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is the list of supplies needed for the school

The new school year begins on September 1st, your Owl must be sent no later the July 31.

Professor McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.

"Chris?" The familiar voice interrupted his thoughts from outside the doorway. He jumped in surprise hiding the letter as he fearfully peeked out of his hiding place to see if his visitor was alone.

His brother was.

"Come in." He invited, moving from his hiding spot to his bed next to his brother. Though he was the reason for his parents attitude toward Chris, he didn't hate him. Even if Wyatt got every thing he wanted, and Chris was always the one who got blamed for his mistakes Chris was grateful for the fact Wyatt still protected and cared for him.

From anything and everything.

Even if Chris himself was useless.

"Are Mom and Dad fighting again?" Wyatt waited for his brothers agreement before continuing on with his question, "Are you okay?"

Of course I am not okay, I'm just a nuisance that shouldn't even exist, a mistake. Leo told him often enough, he didn't think about it anymore. But he bit the sarcastic retort knowing that it would upset his brother. Wyatt always said that their parents were wrong that Chris was actually meant to be there and was important. He would even argue with their parents about it.

"They want to send me away." his eyes flashed quickly to his brothers face before hiding beneath his lashes again, missing the look of pure rage that passed over his brothers face.

"Don't worry Chrissy." Wyatt quickly assured him, "I won't let them send you away." His voice was cold. Chris stared at his brother fearful of angering him, normally he wouldn't had thought of how powerful his brother was but the coldness in his voice was not normal.

"Please Wyatt," Chris begged, not caring how weak he sounded. "Don't do anything. it's not their fault that I turned out this way, I don't care what they think."

Wyatt hesitated, glancing at his cowering brother and smirked. "Okay, little brother. I will spare them, if you tell me what your hiding behind your back."

Chris hesitated, his emotions in turmoil with all the new information he had acquired. His hands shook slightly as he carefully removed the letter from it's hiding place to hand to his brother.

His brothers cold blue eyes narrowed in thought as he read the letter, looking it over carefully searching for any sign that it was fake. Just a joke to hurt his brother. "Where did you get this?"

"Owl." came the emotionless answer.

Wyatt laughed at the response, " Are you interested in going?" Chris felt he heart stop at the supposed rejection from his brother, he gasped for breath in pain shuddering from the chill in heart.

His brother could only watch in suspended horror as his brother's body was wreaked with sobs on his bed, unable to do anything. Hurriedly he sought to reassure the younger. "If you don't want to go you don't have to."

He watched as his younger sibling seemed to relax. "So you don't hate me?"

"Of course I like you Chrissy. You're my little brother, how could I not like you?"

Wyatt answered in surprise. " I just meant that if your interested in learning a new type of magic feel free. Its would be good for you to be away from them for a little while. I'd still protect you of course."

"If you think so…" Chris whispered.

Smiling Wyatt pulled them both to their feet. "Well then, lets go inform Mom and Dad of your choice then."

"But-"Chris started to protest, not wanting to risk angering his parents before quietly letting die out at the intense look on Wyatt's face. He would not budge on the matter, Chris could tell. Sighing softly he followed the older out to the living room, where he tried to make himself as unobtrusive as possible.

"Mom! Dad!" Wyatt yelled, gaining his parents immediate attention.

"What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing Mom." Wyatt replied calmly, "I was wondering if I could discuss with something you and Dad." He paused to send a pointed stare at his brother daring him to try to leave, before he continued. "Its about a letter Chrissy got."

"What letter?" Leo asked orbing in a shower of blue sparkles. Leo was blond man who looked like he was in his late 30's with sky blue eyes that he shared with his eldest son. His eyes would harden as they moved to his youngest, blaming him for things that were unknown.

"This one." Wyatt handed his father the letter he had kept hidden behind his back. Curiously he watched as his fathers face darken at each word, the calm before the storm.

"CHRISTOPHER HALLIWELL! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" He screamed as his hands began to shake in anger, threatening to rip the parchment in half.

Chris hurried into the room as fast as he could, trying to avoid igniting his fathers anger even more by waiting. Shivers of fear wreaked his body as he mentally prepared for the physical, emotional, and mental on slot that he knew was coming.

"Yes, Father, why did you call me?"

"Christopher," His father started, visually calming himself, " Do you believe yourself to be better then Wyatt?" Chris hesitated. He didn't want to answer wrongly for fear of the consequences so he settled on shaking his head back and forth.

"Then why are you receiving mail from a MAGIC school!" he screamed at the boy raising his fist to send it flying down on the unprotected child.

"Why cant he go?" Wyatt interrupted smoothly, stopping his father from hitting the younger. "Your always complaining how much time you waste on him. IF he goes to the school then you don't have to worry about him."

Chris watched as his father considered that.

"Very well then. Chris you are going to Hogwarts.

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