BASIC NEW FANDOM INTRODUCTION: Hi, name's Jenna, how ya doin'?

My sister asked me if I wanted to watch Community sometime during the last week of January and…well you can guess what happened. Since that fateful day, I have since caught up on every episode and found myself a serious ship and bromance. I thought as a fan maybe I could contribute something to the fandom and that's why I gave a crappy introduction to you Community fans.

Okay so my other stories are movie rip offs adjusted to fit with the canon of the TV show. This one is no exception. Actually because this is a more classic movie that hasn't aged so well, I made quite a lot of adjustments to not only modernize it but to fit with established Community canon in a sort of movie-verse. Fun fact; this movie served as one of the inspirations for the classic sitcom Bewitched- the other movie being Bell, Book and Candle.

The plot of I Married a Witch seems kinda basic enough. A puritan is responsible for a witch and her father to be burned at the stake and the witch curses the puritan and the puritan's descendants to have miserable marriages. In present day 1942, the spirits of the witch and her father are released. The witch convinces her father to give her a human body so she can torment the current descendant who is running for governor and about to marry a well-to-do (if not annoying) society girl. However, after a love potion mishap, the witch ends up falling in love him. Simple enough right? Well…there are a few elements that don't really hold up so well today or that get confusing (for me anyway) so I also tampered with the rules of witchcraft so that I can get away with more things while having everything make sense at the same time.

I'll go over character junk at the end and the changes I have in mind to feature everyone and fit to canon. Until then, please enjoy the first part.

1693

The time is early 1693. The location is...well, we can't really be too sure but we do know that it's somewhere in the Northeast. And the popular trend in this time was the 1692 Salem Witch Trials in Massachusetts. This part of future American History was responsible for creating a copycat trend in this now unknown Northeastern location (we're pretty sure it's near Vermont though). In a once populous village, lived a nice little Puritan town with some decent Puritan people. Near the village was a massively huge, seemingly never-ending forest. And somewhere nestled in the forest was a small cottage. Inside that cottage dwelled actual witches led by the warlock Piercinald of the feared Hawthorne clan. Piercinald had taken in the three witches as sort of apprentices and cared for them as if they were his own family.

Of course, to keep up with appearances they tried to blend in with the villagers and gave themselves alternate names. The eldest witch called herself Rose. Rose was the sort of mother figure to the younger girls. She perceived herself to be religious and kind-hearted, although that could easily change if you crossed her. Still, she was usually optimistic and often found things nice. The middle witch was Daisy. Daisy was a beautiful blonde who tried hard not to conform to standards and cared for the environment and creatures in it (which often times annoyed the others). Despite the way she portrayed herself, Daisy wasn't that intelligent and usually made the mistakes. The youngest witch was Violet. Violet was an intelligent, dedicated, slightly naïve, hopeless romantic witch, and Piercinald's favorite. In public, they usually interacted only with each other and made attempts to avoid all others as most people often do in public.

However, this all changed when Daisy caught the eye of one of the village's most promising bachelors. There was an instant attraction and even a talk of a future between the two of them. It was only when marriage was proposed that things took a terrible turn for the spellcasting family.

Piercinald scoffed at Daisy's notion of love. "Oh pleaseth."

"Thou does not know Jonathan Winger as I know Jonathan Winger!" Daisy protested.

"I have heard of this mortal's reputation; he only seduces a young virgin so that he may bed with her."

Rose looked up from the bubbling cauldron. "Without being wed?" Piercinald nodded. "Oh, that is most bad."

"What thou hast heard about Jonathan Winger be untrue," Daisy crossed her arms. "He has promised to wed me on the morrow."

"I forbid thee to marry that man!" Piercinald screamed.

"Thou is not thy true-blooded father therefore thou cannot tell me what to do. And who protests that I am a virgin?"

"Daisy," Violet began, "if thou truly love Jonathan Winger than I see no reason you two not marry."

"Thankest thou, Violet."

"But I must beg thou be most careful for I have heard talk of a witch hunt."

"Violet, those events that occurred ended the previous October in yonder town of Salem, Massachusetts."

"Just be careful Daisy."

"And do not tell Jonathan Winger that thou is a witch," Rose reminded.

Piercinald was surprised with their reactions. "Thou cannot be serious? Thou approves of thy own kin wedding this mortal?"

"Piercinald, thou must remember that we witches be not immortal when we take on the form of a human being."

"Although we magic beings do indeed live forever."

"Why wouldst we desire to?" Violet questioned. "Nothing remains consistent in this world and most magic folk are not as accustomed to the changing times."

Rose raised her eyebrow to Piercinald. "Lest we relive the incident with those prehistoric creatures."

Piercinald threw his arms up in exasperation. "How many times must I keep apologizing for said event?"

"I am certain thou has not even realized that Daisy has fled by this point in the conversation."

"What?" When Piercinald turned around, Daisy was gone. "We are most definitely screwed." Rose and Violet gasped at his outburst. "Oh be not prudes, tis true."

Violet decided to speak up for Daisy. "Perhaps our assumptions pertaining to Jonathan Winger are not even accurate. I feel most confident entrusting Daisy not to reveal our true identities as witches."

…

By the following day, most of the village had gathered in the square as a witch burning was about to occur.

"What did thou say about entrusting Daisy?" Piercinald mockingly questioned Violet. Violet looked at the bales of straw below her feet and said nothing.

Rose turned to Daisy. "We request that thou never do one certain thing and thou could not even handle that task!"

Daisy turned up her nose. "I was under the assumption that Jonathan Winger truly loved me. When he brought up the question of witchcraft I assumed that he was about to confess that he be a warlock or magical practitioner."

"Thou was too blinded by infatuation to notice that the gentleman's feelings for you were false. And why are we even tied to this pyre? Jonathan prosecuted you, and only you, at the trial"

"Because miss big mouth did not want to suffer the consequences alone," Piercinald answered for Daisy. "Even though it be entirely her own fault."

"I did not want to suffer alone!" Daisy cried. "Thou knows what happens to our kind if we are burned to death. Our current bodies cease to be and our spirits are sentenced to eternity entrapped in a magical tomb be it a lamp, a bottle, a mirror, or a spellbook. I merely did not wish to be alone."

"Then surely thou would have guessed that us surviving beings would free thy spirit from entrapment and have a cadaver prepared."

Daisy's mouth formed a surprised 'oh'. "Ah…yes…well it appears as thou I did not think of that."

"Now lava on the other hand wouldst-"

"Hear me, hear me!" Jonathan Winger stood front and center in the square carrying a lit torch. "We villagers are gathered in the town square today to witness the burning of these demon witches and warlock."

Rose gave Jonathan a disapproving eyebrow raise. "I know thou are not calling me a demon witch."

"Hush demon witch!" Rose scowled at him. "And today we commend these heathens back to the hellish realm from which they were spawned!"

"New Jersey?" a confused Daisy whispered to Violet.

"Before I condemn thee back to the Hell from which they spawned-"

"Pray thee I do not have to return to New Jersey."

"-I am obligated to ask if thou hast any final words?" Jonathan eyed each of them individually before settling locking his eyes with Violet. "Tis a pity the most beautiful of creatures be the most evil…especially one with such innocent doe eyes." He slowly made his way over to Violet, their eyes locked on each other's. "Though in my experiences the most innocent and beautiful of face is often the most deadly of women." Violet held back the urge to scream as he came closer to her to whisper. "Tis a pity I did not meet thou first or thou might not be here today." Violet looked down trying to not cry.

"How dare thou speak that way to the most innocent of my kin!" Piercinald stood up for Violet. "You, sir, are the one who has betrayed us."

Daisy turned toward Piercinald. "Us?"

"And for what thou hast done I lay upon a thee a curse!"

Jonathan scoffed. "Thou cannot curse the most handsome of the townsmen; especially when one is securely tied to a pyre without thy magic to aid them in their wicked ways."

"Dammit I cannot!"

"You cannot?!" Daisy and Rose were a bit shocked by this.

"The curses I remember require potions. Does thou know how hard it is to memorize those curse words?" The girls glared at him. "Well it is."

Jonathan laughed. "See, thou cannot curse me."

"I can!" Violet's outburst got everyone's attention. "Thou thinks they are God's gift to women, Jonathan Winger?"

"Well, yes actually I am."

"HA! Thou art nothing but a cad who uses thy charm to deceive others to get what they want."

"Can we make this faster so that thou may burn?"

"I shall lay upon thee a curse; a curse in which you and your descendants will forever be doomed to marriages most miserable."

Rose looked at Violet. "That is the best thou can do to the man who is burning us at the stake?"

Violet blushed a bit. "Tis the only one curse I have completely memorized that not require potions. Hence forth, my parting words will be a curse upon Jonathan Winger and all of his descendants!" With her eyes deadlocked on Jonathan, she began to utter the curse.

Jonathan yawned. "Ah, yes well the sun has set; time for thy burning." he lowered the torch's flame on the bales of straw beneath Piercinald and the witches. Once that was done, he stepped aside for a peculiar item and displayed it for all to see. "Behold what our good townsmen have taken from thy witches' lair!"

The townsfolk looked at it in confusion before one random member called out, "Tis a book!"

"Aye, yes, to the naked eye it is a book. But upon a second glance, this book be an unholy book of demon spells!" Everyone gasped. "However, our schoolmarm skimmed the book to a passage on the containment of the evil spirits. I…do not remember everything spoken exactly because there were many words too difficult to understand. Yet I do remember that a spirit may be forever held in a magical possession such as a spell book for all eternity." A townsman raised his hand. "Does thou have a question not pertaining to my social obligations Master Pelton?"

Pelton lowered his hand, but then brought it up again. "Now that thou has mentioned it, what if someone were to open the unholy book?" Jonathan shrugged. "Oh, well that is very reassuring."

"Take comfort my good man. We shall never have to deal with those consequences because three select townsmen, along with myself, shall bury the book in the ground where no one will ever discover it's wickedness."

Piercinald's cough brought attention back to them. "Does thou realize we are still alive?"

"Not for much longer. Besides, if thou truly were magic, than thou would have magically disappeared?"

Daisy let out an angry moan before coughing. "Why did thou not mention this Piercinald?"

"I forgot!" Piercinald confessed.

"He forgot!" Rose repeated. "He forgot and now we are all being roasted in a slow, burning death."

"Daisy was the one who told the burning man about us!"

"Hey!" Daisy was upset by this. "This be thou own fault as much as it be mine."

"How so big mouth?"

As Piercinald, Daisy, and Rose spent their final moments arguing, Violet spent hers quietly uttering the curse. She kept her gaze focused solely on Jonathan Winger and managed to share her final look with him before being completely burned alive.

Thus the spirits of Piercinald and the witches were trapped within the bindings of the spellbook. The book itself was then tightly closed and sealed within a shoebox and buried in an undisclosed location. And true to Violet's word, any and all descendants of Jonathan Winger- no matter where there current location was- lived out their doomed marriages in misery and bitter divorce.

As for the spellbook, it was eventually dug up centuries later. A nervous man came across the book while digging, but didn't open it. Despite his curiosity- the book was a plain cover with no title- he set it aside for later, finished burying the body, and was then promptly captured by police. Unsure of what to do with the evidence, one of the policemen then decided to sell the book on Craigslist for a quick buck.

And this is where our story begins…

Yeah, kind of a cliffhanger this is just a prologue. For the record; I have no idea how people talked back in those days so I just made everything all fancy and didn't use apostrophes.

Characters and changes:

Jeff is a future descendant of Jonathan Winger (and completely identical to him by the way). He's based off of Fredric March's character. However, to fit with canon he'll be a lawyer in a very important case with media attention and not running for governor.

Rose, Daisy, and Violet will eventually become Shirley, Britta, and Annie respectively. I've got some stuff planned for Britta, trying to work out a subplot for Shirley, but Annie is clearly gonna be Veronica Lake's character. And yeah, those are all flower names I chose them somewhat out of laziness and I guess in slight reference to something I have planned at the end but I'm not quite sure.

Piercinald of the Hawthorne clan is obviously…Chang. No, just kidding it's Pierce. I kinda realized I did a Witches of Eastwick thing (though I've never actually seen the movie) with three witches and a master but at the same time he actually does care for the witches. His character is based off of the witch's father in the movie.

Troy and Abed are in here too. Abed is the closest thing Jeff will have to a friend and Troy is Jeff's personal assistant (in lieu of a maid because people I don't think people really have maid service nowadays).

Michelle Slater is the woman Jeff is set to marry.

Alan Connor is the opposing attorney in Jeff's case.

Somehow I'm gonna bring in Chang and Dean Pelton- though I snuck a Pelton in the crowd who's curious about a Winger's social life.

This is not set in the Northeast. It's set in Colorado like the show in the city of Greendale (which may or may not be real, I'm still unsure). The book will be transferred to present day (2013) Greendale, Colorado.

Well, that's all I can think of so far. As you can see I tried to incorporate humor (and a slight nod to Jeff's special look for Annie) in this chapter but I don't know how I did. Any feedback for keeping in character, fitting the canon, or if I even did something remotely interesting would be nice- please and thank you.