Authors Notes: Hey everybody. I'm a big fan of charmed and a big fan of Harry potter so why not mix the two together and come up with my very own crossover slash story. Now certain things will be different from the books and the series so I'm going to put it right here this will be AU as in alternate universe so don't moan at me if nothing's the same as how you expect. Well time for the story.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE PLOT.

Warnings: Will be slash.

Summary: 22-year-old Harry Potter had thought he had gotten away from magic and prophecy's but it seems he hadn't and he is forced into another war. Yet the ones he fights with have a power he's never seen before and why does his heart beat faster every time his ally's son comes nearer. Will his love condemn the whole world read and find out.

Apocalyptic Unity

The war is finally over yet I'm forced into another!

Harry Potter was startled awake from his nightmare by a nudge in his side. He was panting and sweating showing the usual signs that he had just had a bad nightmare. Most of us would just shake it off and laugh because it isn't real but the nightmare Harry just had was a memory. It was about him when he was in the middle of the battle with Voldemort. He remembered the sounds of his best friends dieing in pain. He remembered seeing the ruby red blood covering his hands, he remembered feeling the stickiness as it leaked down his arm. He groaned and rubbed fiercely at his eyes. He didn't want to think about that again. It was five years ago and he had gotten on with his life. As soon as the battle had ended and Harry knew that Voldemort was well and truly gone he had left the wizarding world and had moved up north. He was now a bartender and was earning a good wage. He had brought himself new clothes and gotten a new hairstyle. The old Harry Potter was dead to him.

If someone from the wizarding world had seen him recently they would have been shocked. Harry was now tall and lithe due to him learning a martial art. His usually messy black hair was now down to his shoulders and covered one eyes and the ends were died blue. His ears were pierced four times on one side three on the other as well as his lip. His skin was a fresh tanned colour and his eyes were a piercing green yet held sorrow no others had seen. He was wearing right now fitted black jeans, a black button down shirt that was open with a black muscle shirt underneath. On his hands he was wearing black biker gloves as if hiding scars. He may have been in bed but he never knew what was going to happen so he was always prepared though if he ever had to stay with other people he always dressed in normal bedclothes.

Harry looked around his room and got up walking to his cabinet and pulling out a familiar wand. He instantly felt alive as he touched the wand yet he knew he wouldn't use it. There was no need now he had learnt and perfected wandless magic in his seventh year, the year of the battle. He sighed and walked to his window feeling the cooling breeze blowing across his skin.

"Oh how I wish the nightmares would just leave me," he whispered up to the full moon instantly thinking of his dead werewolf friend Remus Lupin.

"Ron, Hermione, Remus, Sirius, Ginny I'm so sorry for letting you get killed I really am," he whispered as tears started to fall from his eyes.

He heard his house door being knocked against and Harry silently walked to the door.

"Who is it?" he called.

"Harry it's me Neville may I come in," called a familiar voice that Harry had missed for five years. He opened the door and standing there, looking confident and fit was Auror Neville Longbottom.

"Neville how are you?" Harry asked softly moving aside for Neville to come inside.

"I'm fine Harry," Neville answered.

"How did you find me Neville?"

"Well. Dumbledore always knew where you were but left you alone," Neville stated nervously. To other wizards Neville was the fearless Auror that was tough yet when he was faced with the most powerful wizard of all time and an old friend he returned back to shy, clumsy old Neville.

"He always was a manipulative arsehole," Harry mumbled sitting down in front of Neville.

"Look Neville it's nice seeing you again but what the hell are you doing here?"

"Something's come up Harry and we need your help."

"Oh what this time. Another dark lord that can kill all my friends?" Harry sneered yet there was hurt and depression deep within his eyes.

"No Harry. The end of the world. A bunch of demons with magical powers are planning on invoking the apocalypse and only you and the charmed ones can stop them," Neville said.

"I see you've been taken prophecy lessons from Dumbledore," Harry stated dryly.

"Harry I know you won't want to but please don't let their deaths be in vain," Neville said knowing that he had pushed a button with Harry as he nodded solemnly.

"Fine where do I find these charmed ones?" Harry asked solemnly his hair falling over his eye shading it.

"This is a portkey which will take you to San Francisco as soon as you touch it and say Portus like usual. It is already set for the destination. When you get there go to the bar P3 and when you are there go to the bar and ask to speak to either Piper, Paige, or Phoebe and then they'll show you to them," Neville stated.

"And then what? Do I just go up to them and say hi I'm a wizard and the end of the world is coming up and you and me have to fight them. So how about it do you want to risk your life?" Harry asked scathingly.

"I don't know Harry I was just told to come and tell you," Neville stated. Harry nodded sharply. Neville knew that was all he was going to get from Harry and he didn't want to stay any longer and risk injury. So he got up and said his goodbyes. He left a rolled up newspaper on the table and then walked out of the house. Harry was furious he picked up a vase that was on the table and threw it against the far wall. He didn't want to go to San Francisco, he didn't want to have to be the hero again but he knew he would go. Neville had pulled the guilt card and Harry would fight for the memory of his former friends.

He groaned and stood up going back to his room. He walked to his cupboard and got out a duffle bag throwing in boxers, socks, extra clothes and his bathroom items. He also grabbed his wand just in case and shoved that his duffle bag along with his invisibility cloak. He looked in the mirror and saw the familiar resignated look he thought he would never have to see again. He pulled a hand through his hair and then walked down into the front room. He picked up the newspaper and muttered Portus and was gone in a sickening whirl of colours.

Wyatt Halliwell was sitting in his mother's bar extremely bored. Said mother was out with her sisters fighting demons and warlocks making the world a safer place yet Wyatt still felt lonely. He knew that what his mother was doing was a good thing, but he still felt like he was second to his mother only there when she came back after but then she'd be too tired to do anything. He wished he was old enough for a drink then maybe it would quench the pain he felt whenever his mother wasn't here. He was strong he knew he was. He had always been powerful maybe even more so then his family but he was never allowed to help. He knew why it was because they thought he would turn evil if he used his powers. That was a load of bullshit and he knew that. He sighed angrily and leant his head on his arms against the bar.

"Hey can I speak to either Piper, Paige or Phoebe please?" Wyatt heard a British accent ask. He looked up wondering who was asking for his mother and aunts and what he saw took his breath away. Standing there leaning against the bar had to be the cutest guy he had ever seen. With his flowing black hair and piercing green eyes Wyatt knew that this figure commanded respect. He saw Annie the bartender shake her head and point over to him. The male nodded and walked over to him.

"Hi, the girl said that you would be able to tell me where I could find Piper, Phoebe or Paige," the male said and Wyatt nearly melted the sound of the dark, syrupy accent this dark haired male had.

"Piper's my mum and Phoebe and Paige are my aunts," Wyatt stated.

"Oh really. Well I'm Harry," the male now known as Harry said holding out a hand.

"I'm Wyatt nice to meet you," he responded taking Harry's hand and feeling the strength and something else there. It felt like electricity was shooting up his arm and he knew Harry had felt it also. They finally let go.

"So what do you want with my family then?" Wyatt asked.

"Just some business nothing more and nothing less," Harry stated ordering a beer. Wyatt frowned. If there was one thing he hated more then being left behind it were people being cryptic with him.

"Oh really well anything that has to do with my family has to do with me," he stated stubbornly his arms on his hips. Harry chuckled.

"Oh really and how old are you exactly?" Harry asked innocently enough.

"Seventeen," Wyatt asked frowning why did Harry want to know how old he is.

"Right well just so you know I'm twenty two and I'm positive that I've seen more things then you and I don't think you're mother would like for me to tell you," Harry stated. No matter what Wyatt felt before Harry was clearly annoying him now.

"Oh really well let me tell you…" he trailed off when he saw his mother and aunts appear at the stairs of the club. Harry turned and drank the last of his beer easily and stood up also. The looked at Harry and Wyatt confused as he was already was shocked to see his family go pale at the sight of the taller male.

His mother walked over to Harry.

"So you came then?" she stated though it wasn't a question.

"Let me guess Dumbledore called you ahead and told you," Harry said and Wyatt could hear malice and anger in the very depths of his voice as if he was growling.

"Yes he told us about you," Phoebe spoke up.

"Well then I suppose we need to get talking about it," Harry stated and the three charmed ones nodded.

"I'm coming too," Wyatt spoke up.

"No Wyatt this is between us and Harry here only," his mother said forcefully and then turned and walked to her office, her sisters and Harry following.

"It was nice meeting you Wyatt," and with that he had gone into the office.

Wyatt glared at the closed office door already forming a plan to get in there without them realising and finding out what the hell was going on. He could easily do it after all, his father was an angel. He just didn't though that if he didn't eaves drop his life would have remained normal.

Authors Note: Well what did you think? I tried my hardest on this. Should I continue it? Well tell me in a review.