So I'm filling the void the mid-season finale has left me with. Anyway I had this little idea pop into my head so I decided to write a second Harry/OC fic to help fill said void.
I hope you enjoy it :)
Chapter One
The coach was almost empty of passengers, a drunk man slept near the front, mouth open emitting soft grunting snores, a line of drool running down his round stubbled cheek. A tiny woman in her 80s sat in the middle of the bus working on her knitting. Two teenage girls sat at the back, giggling and typing on their phones.
The only passenger that stood out was the woman near the back. She was in her early thirties with long blonde hair that tumbled around her face in wild untameable curls. Her skin was tanned from exposure to the sun, her pink lips dry and cracked, her eyes a hollow green. She was dressed in almost all black except for a white shirt whose collar poked out from underneath the black coat she was wearing. On her feet were a pair of worn black boots, black pants, white shirt, black jacket and then her long black trench coat, of which she had the hood pulled up over her head. The woman looked like an omen of death.
Slowly the coach pulled into the station and stopped.
The sleeping man grunted and opened his eyes wiping the drool from his face, he grabbed his bag and left the bus.
The woman in black rose gracefully from her seat and strode down the bus, swinging her duffle bag around her body as she went. She stepped off the bus, nodding to the driver as she did and glanced around. It was funny how nothing changed here.
With a sigh the woman pushed off and started down the street towards the nearest motel. The prickle of the hairs on the back of her neck standing up alerted her to the fact she was being followed. The woman changed direction and walked down a deserted alley.
She dropped her bag and turned around.
The old lady from the bus stood in the entrance of the alley. Her eyes pitch black, her mouth pulled back, her jaw dislocated to reveal tiny needle sharp teeth.
The woman reached for her belt, unclasping it and pulling it off with a flick of her wrists the links became a blade and the clasp a handle. She beckoned to the demon with a smirk. "Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough?"
The demon snarled and charged at her.
Cry Little Sister
Maggie had pulled a late shift at the restaurant so she didn't finish until 11 at night. It had been a relatively quiet night. A woman in her early thirties on her own, who had sat in the corner of the restaurant with a crossword puzzle and periodically ordered coffee and a cheese burger with fries. There was a couple who had come in for a bite to eat before going to see a movie and an old man who had left shortly before closing, the woman following behind him. Maggie had quickly closed up and left for home. She was just texting Mel to let her know she was on her way when the old man from the restaurant came hobbling over to her.
"Excuse me Miss, are you at all good with cars? I've got a flat tyre and I'm too old now to change it." He explained to her.
Maggie bit her lip. "Er… I'm no good with cars but I can call a mechanic?" She suggested holding up her phone.
The old man smiled. "Would you, oh that would be wonderful! I don't suppose you'd mind waiting with me. This isn't the best neighbourhood to be around in late a night."
Maggie nodded. "Of course." She looked down at her phone. "Huh, that's weird, I don't have any signal. Maybe if we start walking it'll come back." She motioned for the man to lead the way.
"Thank you, it's nice to know some of your generation have good hearts." He smiled at her and turned to cut down an alleyway back to the restaurant. Suddenly the man stopped and Maggie saw a shadowy figure at the end of the alleyway.
Maggie frowned. "I'm sure it's…" She screamed looking at the old man to see that his face had morphed, his eyes pitch black, his jaw dislocated and needle point teeth descended from his gums. She jumped back and the man grabbed her arm.
Dinner. Was the single thought that rang out.
Maggie pulled away from his grip and backed into the wall.
The man advanced towards her when the figure from the end of the alley crashed into him. Maggie caught a glimpse of the young woman from the restaurant. She was dressed in a long black trench coat and was wielding a freaking sword.
"Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough." She crouched low holding the sword and beckoning the demon towards her.
Maggie watched the demon snap at the woman. "You killed Rose?"
The woman smirked. "Oh was that it's name?" She taunted. "Yeah I killed Rose and I'm going to kill you too. Ready to lose your head?"
The demon snarled. "You're dead bitch."
"Well I don't like to repeat myself but… Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough." The woman shrugged.
The demon growled and charged.
Before it reached the woman to tackle her, she stepped to the side and with one swing, lopped the head off the demon.
Maggie screamed as the head bounced on the ground and rolled before the head and the body burst into smoke. She turned and stared at the woman. "Who…"
"Go home kid." The woman wiped her sword with her coat.
"Who are you? How did you know they were a demon? Was that why you were at the restaurant?" Maggie asked. "Are you a witch too?"
The woman frowned. "You're a witch?"
"Yeah. I'm Maggie Vera. What's your name?" Maggie asked her.
The woman hesitated like she was debating telling her. "It's… Emily."
Maggie smiled. "Well thanks for saving my life." She thanked her. "But how did you know he was a demon? Is there a way of telling?"
Emily rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah I er… I read his mind."
"You read minds? Me too!" Maggie exclaimed.
Emily glanced around uncomfortably. "Really? That's… nice."
Maggie frowned. "Did you have to touch him?"
Emily scoffed. "Please, I haven't had to do that for years."
"You mean you can read someone's mind anytime you like?" Maggie asked her.
Emily shrugged. "Well I have to focus on the person to get into the person's mind but sometimes there are a couple of voices that are a little louder than normal."
Maggie looked at her with excited wide eyes. "Could you teach me?"
Emily held up her hands and took a step back. "Wo, I don't…"
"Please. I don't know much about my powers. I'm pretty new to all this and my sisters have these really cool powers and I'm just…" Maggie sighed.
Emily frowned. "You have sisters?"
"Two."
"Charmed Ones." Emily hissed taking a step back. "Listen kid I can't get caught up in that whole Charmed One thing again. Been there, done that." She shook her head. "So I'm going to bounce and I would appreciate it if you'd not mention I'm here. I don't want the Elders on my case."
Maggie nodded. "Sure, if you teach me more about my powers."
Emily groaned. "You know I could just wipe your memory."
"You can do that?" Maggie looked at her with wide eyes.
"No but that would be cool. I was always jealous of Harry being able to do that." Emily mumbled crossing her arms over her chest.
Maggie's eyes widened. "You know Harry?"
Emily groaned. "Oh no, don't say he's you're Whitelighter?"
"He is." Maggie bit her lip.
"Great." Emily huffed. "Definitely don't tell him I'm in town." She shook her head, pointing a finger at Maggie before fasting her sword around her waist like a belt.
"That is so cool! How'd you do that?" Maggie asked.
"It's magic." Emily replied dryly.
Maggie nodded. "Right, obviously. So you're like a lone witch or something?"
Emily shrugged. "Something like that." She dusted her hands off on her coat. "Well… See you around kid. Keep your mouth shut."
"Wait." Maggie called chasing after her. "I have so many more questions. How do you know Harry? Why are you on your own? You said you couldn't get caught up in the whole Charmed One thing again, what do you mean? Were you a Charmed One once?"
"Man you are like a chirping cricket." Emily gave her a small smile and shook her head.
Maggie bit her lip. "Sorry. My sister says I talk too much."
Emily chuckled. "Don't be sorry… You remind me of me when I was your age." She sighed. "Look I really have to go. But… I suppose I could give you a few pointers every now and again." Emily reached into her pocket and took out a card. "Here, give me a call sometime."
Maggie took the card. "Thanks."
"Don't sweat it. See you around kid." Emily waved to her.
"I'm not a kid!" Maggie called.
Emily turned around to smile at her. "If you're under the age to legally drink you're still a kid." She gave her a mock salute and vanished around the corner.
Maggie looked back down at the card in her hand. It just had a number on it, no name or business or watermark or anything. Just a number. Maggie turned the card over and saw the words 'When trouble comes your way.' She tucked the card into her coat pocket and then turned and headed home.
Cry Little Sister
Maggie arrived home to find Harry sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea. The man had moved in while the Elders looked through the Book of Shadows for any more hidden spells their mother might had left. "Hey Harry."
"Hello Maggie." Harry greeted her. "Did you have a nice evening?"
Maggie nodded. "It was ok." She walked over to the cupboard and took out a cup, starting to make herself a cup of tea. "Say Harry I was thinking… Were there ever… Other Charmed Ones?"
Harry nodded. "There were."
"So there's more than one lot of Charmed Ones running around?" Maggie asked sitting down at the table. "Like we're the American Charmed Ones and the French Charmed Ones and the English Charmed Ones?"
Harry chuckled. "No, there is only one trio of witches named the Charmed Ones at a time."
"So how does it work? You mean one day we won't be the Charmed Ones anymore?" Maggie asked curiously.
Harry sighed. "Well normally there are two ways you stop being the Charmed Ones. You retire once the world is safe, pass the Power of Three onto the next trio or there's the sadder way. One of the sister's dies." Harry explained softly.
"Oh." Maggie bit her lip. "Does that happen often?"
Harry shook his head. "No."
"Did you ever know any other Charmed Ones?" Maggie asked him.
Harry nodded. "I did. A long time ago." He sighed. "You remind me of one of them."
Maggie smiled. "Was she an empath too?"
"She was… Is I suppose." Harry sipped his tea. "I haven't seen her in a long time." He sighed.
"What was her name?" Maggie asked already having a very good idea.
Harry smiled to himself. "Her name was Emily."
So that's chapter one. Maggie and Emily will interact more in the next chapter. I'm not sure how long it will be before Harry discovers Emily is in town... I guess you'll have to read to find out :P Please leave me a review and let me know what you think.