----Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Charmed. I only own Paris
Turner. Notes: ^^Thoughts^^, ~Premonitions~, and Telepathic Speaking.
Notes: Harry and his gang are 17 as well as Paris, and Wyatt is 16.---
Evil Lurking Inside
Chapter One: Feeling Of Superiority
An old man sat in his office contemplating the decision he must formulate. The decision, he knows, is not to be taken lightly. But the plan of action that was decided by the council, a plan which he himself suggested, is one that has never been done. But he knows for the sake of his world he must do what he knows in his heart, mind, and soul to be correct. So he will approve the decision.
Swiftly for one of his age he took out a quill and a piece of parchment, and began to write. His eyes locked in concentration of the task at hand, and his mind focused. When he finished his letter, he folded it closed and poured hot wax onto the area where the ends met; he stamped the seal, and then wrote the address.
As if on command an owl flew to the desk and landed upon it. The elderly man gave the magnificent bird the letter, and off it flew carrying the contents of survival with it.
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As always in the Halliwell house its members where slow to rise when the sun wakes from the darkness. But on this particular day, one awoke with the coming dawn. Paris Turner the daughter of Phoebe Halliwell, a charmed one, and Cole Turner, the source of all evil, shimmered into the kitchen. When she arrived she immediately started the coffee pot letting the smell of caffeine tickle her senses.
When the green light on the machine turned on, she grabbed a mug from the cabinets and poured herself some of the dark liquid. She added some cream and sugar, just they way she liked it, and took a seat at the kitchen table. She sipped the hot drink slowly, savoring the flavor. She set the mug down and took the arts section of the newspaper and began to read.
Without warning there was a hard thump on the window of the kitchen. She turned her gaze to the spot immediately, and saw an owl. Her eyes lit with confusion, but sensing no harm from the animal, she opened the window. The bird flew onto the kitchen table and Paris saw that it held something; a letter. She walked toward it without apprehension, she knew it was harmless but also she sensed a large magical force around it. She took the letter from the bird and read the contents of the letter.
Dear Halliwells,
I have written you for help in this dryer time which the wizardry world is in. A dark force arises, one of which I will not speak on this piece of parchment. My companions and I have taken time to come to this conclusion which involves you; the charmed ones to help our school. I invite you all to come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I know I have many lose ends to tie up, but they will be explained upon your arrival. Time is of the essence you see, so I must have your decision immediately today. I have sent a piece of parchment along with this letter to inform me of your decision.
Many Thanks, Professor Dumbledore
Paris's confusion heightened after reading the letter. She decided that as the letter said they should decide immediately. So with all her might she screamed at the top of her lungs awaking her family members.
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Paris couldn't sleep; her mind was so consumed with the day's events. She and her family were going to leave for England in the morning. The entire day they had sent and received letters to and from Professor Dumbledore. So far what they had learned is that there is a dark force terrorizing the students of Hogwarts and the wizarding world itself.
So she and her family were going to Hogwarts to stop the evil. She was to be a student as well as her younger cousin Wyatt. Her mother, two aunts and uncle were going to be professors at the school. She was excited by the idea of going to a school only to learn magic, even though she bet she knew all there was to know.
There was a burst of wind at her open window and Paris got up out of bed to close it. As she walked nearer to it, a dark mist entered and slowly a figure materialized from the mist. She stopped dead in her tracts, she inspected the intruder. It was a man, his hair a raven black she could tell even without any light. He was taller than her, his features sharp, but he was handsome. She saw his eyes pouring into hers, and she spoke. "Who-"
He put his hand up to silence her. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined."
Paris felt blood rush up to her cheeks and the man smiled. This was rather unusual for Paris to act as such. Flattery from someone who entered her house without invitation caused her to become very angry and usually the person wouldn't live to tell the tale. But normally the invaders were demons trying to kill her or her family. In truth she felt evil protruding from this man, but somehow she couldn't will a fireball to form. Gradually she began to become infuriated. How could this man, or whatever he was, make her feel weak? She of all people? Soon she realized that the man before her needed to be taught a lesson. But as soon as she managed to wield her attack, he vanished in the mist surrounding him.
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A dark haired young man walked side by side with two others; another young man with hair the color of fire, and a girl with unruly light brown hair. They walked in an area surrounded by shops. The three held caldrons carrying their parcels, and talked rapidly. As they continued to walk they were surprised to see six persons looking very confused. They seemed to be lost or somewhere near that thought. What more, was that there was a girl with brown hair and dark eyes that looked around their age stood, as well as a boy with blond hair that looked about a year younger. They were surprised by this because they should have seen them before, if they were a witch and wizard they should be attending Hogwarts, and they were sure they had never seen them.
The three walked toward the people with concerned looks. As they walked toward the persons the young girl looked over to them. Dark brown eyes caught shinny emerald ones, and for a second time seemed to stop. Slowly a smile crossed the girl's face as the three came closer. The others with the girl noticed the trio as well.
"You look lost, would you like some help?" the unruly haired girl asked politely.
"Ah, yeah." A woman with long dark brown hair nodded. "Where can we find a wand?"
The girl just continued to stare at the three with a smile. "Ollivanders." She told them like it was common knowledge, which it was to her.
The man in the group smiled. "Thanks, but could you give us directions?"
The red headed boy gave a huge smile. "We can do better than that, we'll show you."
"Thanks so much. Ahh?" said the other woman with brown hair except shorter than the woman who had spoken before.
"Oh how rude of us." The girl replied. "I'm Hermione Granger," she gestured to the red haired boy, "Ron Weasley, and" she then gestured to the boy with the dark hair, and glasses covering green eyes. "Harry Potter."
At the mention of his name, Harry expected them to start asking him to see his scar and all of the other nonsense he received for being him. To his surprise and delight they didn't. They just gave him warm smiles.
"Piper Halliwell." The woman who had asked where to get a wand said.
"Leo Wyatt." The man replied.
"Wyatt Halliwell." Said the boy.
"Paige Mathews." The red haired woman said.
"Phoebe Halliwell." The other dark haired woman replied.
"And I'm Paris Turner." Said the girl who had caught Harry's gaze not but a few minutes ago.
As they walked toward the wand shop, Harry learned that Paris and her family had been invited to Hogwarts by Professor Dumbledore. She was to be in their year, meaning that she must be an extraordinary witch since she had never been to wizarding school before. Her Cousin Wyatt was going to be a year under her, and they both were excited about going to school for magical purposes. Little did Harry know of the magic both possessed, as well as the magic of their family members.
When they reached Ollivanders, Harry and the gang decided to stay with them to help them find their way around Diagon Alley for the supplies needed for school. The group entered the store with the ring of the bell that told the owner when someone entered his store.
"Welcome." Came a voice from behind the counter. "I'm guessing that you are in need of wands."
"Yup." Paige smiled.
Mr. Ollivander looked at his shoppers, and continued. "All of you?"
The six nodded their heads in answer to his question.
Mr. Ollivander didn't ask any questions but proceed to grab some of the wands from the shelf. He gave them a warm smile and asked. "Who's first?"
"Me." Paris raised her hand as if in school. Mr. Ollivander gestured to her and she walked over to him. He handed her a wand and told her to wave it in the air. Paris shrugged and waved the wand swiftly causing some of the boxes to fly off the shelf. "Sorry." Paris replied apologetically.
"It's quite alright child." Mr. Ollivander replied. He thought for a moment then asked. "Is there anything specific that should be in your wand? That would give me a clue as to what wand is right for you."
Paris nodded in understanding. "Something that is half good and half evil."
The old man arched his eyebrow at her statement, but went toward the back and got a box. He came back with it in hand. His eyes were sparkling with curiosity. "Now this wand is very rarely used. It has half an angel wing, and half a demon's horn inside. The wood is from the tree of the dead, and is glazed with the blood of an elder."
Paris took the wand hesitantly and instantly fire began to stream along her body, and emerged her in it. She felt neither pain nor intense heat from it. After a few seconds the fire went out and she just stood there looking at the wand in her hand.
"Interesting." Was all Mr. Ollivender said after the spectacle that had just happened. ^^This girl must be quite special if that wand was made for her.^^ He thought.
"My turn." Wyatt cried happily after his cousin had made buying a wand seem like fun. He hurried over to the shop keeper and told him. "My wand should have something that has a lot of good in it."
Mr. Ollivender nodded, and climbed a ladder to reach the wand he had in mind. He grasped it and walked back to the young boy. As he handed the box to him he told the child "This wand is also very rarely used, it is made from the olive branch the dove brought Noah, and inside it carries the dust of the whitelighters orb."
When the wand touched Wyatt's hand, a bright blue light glimmered off of him, and after a few seconds it dispersed. Mr. Ollivander again looked in awe but just told the boy "I think it is just the right one."
The others got their wands, surprising Mr. Ollivander because each received a wand that was very rare. After they paid for the wands, they thanked him and left the shop. Harry and his gang continued to help the Halliwells' with their shopping.
Finally they were finished buying the necessities for school. Paris had gotten a black cat with golden eyes as her familiar and named it Raven. Wyatt on the other hand had bought a toad called Wart. Both of the young Halliwells' were displeased at having to wear robes, but after being told by Harry that in the dorms and after hours they could wear whatever they liked made the two feel better. Now all of them sat in a booth at the Leaky Cauldron, drinking butterbeer.
"Oh my god!" Piper exclaimed after her first sip of the drink. "I have to have the recipe! This stuff would be great at P3."
"P3?" Ron asked.
"It's my club back in the city." Piper replied.
Ron nodded in understanding. "Wicked." He said at her reply.
"So what exactly brings you to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked them. She was quite curious as to why they were here. She couldn't understand why they were past the age one would start at the school, and she expected that the girl would be starting school in the same year as her and Harry and the boy a year under. Also why would the family being going to the school as well? She concluded that it had to do with he-who-must-not-be-named. If her assumption was correct, the Halliwells' were coming to Hogwarts to help. If so who were these witches and wizards that were so powerful?
"Professor Dumbledore asked us to come." Phoebe told them. She wasn't sure if she should explain the reasons to these three. Sure, they were witches and wizards, which she thought had become extinct, but could they be trusted?
Paige glanced at her watch. "Hey, we better get going." She motioned to the adults, who nodded.
"Where are you going?" Wyatt asked his parents.
"We have to go to Hogwarts to see Dumbledore." Leo told his son and niece. "You guys stay here, and take the train. We'll orb so we can get there faster. See you soon alright."
Wyatt and Paris nodded, and watched as the four orbed out of the restaurant. The other three persons just watched in amazement.
"Wicked!" Ron said again.
"How'd they do that?" Harry asked.
"What orb?" Wyatt looked at the trio dumbfounded. "You're witches and wizards but you don't know about orbing?"
Both boys nodded, while Hermione sat pondering. "I thought only whitelighters did that?"
Wyatt nodded. "Whitelighters and half whitelighters like me and my aunt Paige."
"But that's impossible; whitelighters are assigned to special types of witches. Witches who protect muggles and fight demons." Hermione stated, and then slowly the answer dawned on her. "So that means your mum and aunts are those type of witches."
"Not only that, they are the most powerful." Paris stated matter of factly "Their the Charmed ones."
"Charmed ones?" Ron asked. "Didn't we learn about that in mythology class?"
Harry nodded to Ron then turned to Paris and asked "So it isn't a myth?"
"Nope." Paris said with a smile.
Just as Hermione was to ask another question, an unwelcome figure walked through the door of the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry's eyes narrowed in disgust "Malfoy." He hissed with displeasure.
"Who?" Paris asked. But before Harry, Ron or Hermione could explain the person in question spotted them and walked over to the booth at which the Potter gang and some new faces sat.
Draco eyed the booth at which Potter and his gang of two sat. But this time there were two new faces. A girl with long chocolate colored hair and brown eyes, and a younger boy with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes sat with the three. He was surprised that a girl as attractive as the one sitting there would associate with Potter, Weasley and the mudblood Granger.
Before Draco said a word Paris smiled at the bleach blond "Hello, I'm Paris Turner and this is my cousin Wyatt Halliwell." She held out her hand, which Draco inspected, but surprisingly took.
"Draco Malfoy." He replied with a microscopic smile.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked bitterly, he didn't want to know what the Slytherin was up to.
"Just introducing myself Potter." Draco replied coldly, but turned his attention back to Paris.
"Do you go to Hogwarts as well?" Paris asked, she noticed the blind hatred the three had for the boy. But so far he had done nothing to offend her.
"Yes, I'm in Slytherin and you're?" He had never seen her before, and he knew she didn't go to Hogwarts because if she had he wouldn't have forgotten a face like that.
"I start this year." Her smile never fading as she spoke.
The door to the Leaky Cauldron opened again, and a man with long blond hair and facial features similar to Draco's. The man immediately spotted the young Malfoy, and walked over. He gave false smiles to the Potter gang, and whispered something into Draco's ear. He immediately excused himself and left with the man.
"That was weird." Harry stated as he watched the two Malfoy's leave the restaurant.
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Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table and waved to the four familiar faces they saw sitting at the Professors table in the front of the Great Hall. The four waved to them with warm smiles planted on their faces. Harry also noticed another familiar face sitting next to Phoebe Halliwell; Oliver Wood. ^^Wonder what he's doing here?^^ Harry thought to himself.
Ron noticed the old captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and asked Harry. "What's Wood doing here?"
Harry shrugged and opened his mouth to answer but stopped when the gigantic doors to the Great Hall opened and the first years entered the room. The line was uneven with Paris and Wyatt, who were taller than the young first years, standing in the front of the line. Both waved to Harry and the others then turned their attention to their family up front who smiled at them happily, giving them thumbs up. When they reached the front of the hall the Professor smiled at the new students. Paris noticed his eyes twinkle and thought of how kind the old man looked. Everyone listened as Professor Dumbledore explained the sorting, and watched as Professor McGonagall placed a stool in front of them, and held the sorting hat in her hands.
Both Paris and Wyatt jumped back in surprise when the hat began to sing, but after a few seconds they calmed down. When the hat finished its song, Professor McGonagall called out "Turner, Paris."
Paris walked over to the stool and sat down upon it. She felt the hat settle itself on top of her head and listened as it whispered. "Well, never did I think of royalty coming to Hogwarts, especially the highest royalty possible." Paris's eyes widened at the statement but stayed quiet. "You are quite hard to place; you are very courageous: your battles with evil prove that. But you also are sneaky and have a naughty side to you, a side you're afraid of. Your loyalty is high, but you have a strong will to prove yourself. I wonder if that has anything to do with your origin." The hat was silent for a moment then continued "but something tells me that you are needed in-GRYFFINDOR!"
Paris smiled and walked toward the Gryffindor table, and sat next to Hermione and a girl with red hair just like Ron's. She saw the three smiling, and Harry gave her an approving nod. She turned her attention back to the sorting hat to see where Wyatt would be assigned.
Wyatt seated himself on the stool, and felt the hat on his head. He too heard the hat whisper "Wow! What a mix you are half whitelighter and half charmed. Where to put you? You too are courageous and loyal. But unlike your cousin, I see no evil lurking inside. Therefore I shall place you in- GRYFFINDOR!"
Wyatt hurried over to where his cousin sat, and placed himself in between Harry and a boy with blond hair. He smiled happy with his placement, but something stuck in the back of his mind. The hat said something of his cousin, and evil lurking inside. Paris wasn't evil, he knew that. She helped fight just as he did, and was caring and kind. But still the thought prowled in the back of his head.
Finally the sorting was over, and all the first years were put in the appropriate houses. Dumbledore again approached the students. "A few words before we begin our feast. One: the dark forest is still forbidden. Two: please welcome back our own Oliver Wood, he is to be the new flight teacher and assist with Quidditch." There was a welcome of applause for the former student, "And Three: let's have another warm Hogwarts welcome to Professor Wyatt," Leo stood up and got a round of applause, he smiled at them kindly. "His wife Professor Halliwell," Piper stood and many hoots and catcalls were made along with applause. Piper laughed a little at the welcome. "Her sister Professor Mathews." Again a large roar was heard along with many catcalls. Paige smiled a dazzling smile which added to the welcome. "And her other sister Professor Halliwell." Another bellow of applauses and hoots and hollers were made. "They will be our DADA teachers and have also come to help to protect the school for reasons we all know. Also many of you may have studied them in Mythology class, and now the myth has been proved true. They are the Charmed Ones." There was a large gasp from the students and some of the teachers, but Dumbledore ignored it and yelled "Let the feast begin!" With that food began to fill the once empty plates.
Ron dug into the food like a starved child, while Wyatt and Paris looked at it in obvious shock. Slowly they began to eat tentively and join in on the recent conversation, which was about he-who-must-not-be-named.
"Why is everyone so scared of that guy?" Wyatt asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Because he's evil." The red haired girl named Ginny told Wyatt.
"What did he do?" Wyatt questioned. He had met many a demon and wondered what the big deal was. He had never heard of the guy, so he listened as Harry told him about how he got the lightening shaped scar on his forehead, and other adventures that involved the wizard.
Paris and Wyatt shared a look of interest and doubtfulness. Paris smiled at her cousin and stated. "Well, I doubt he is that bad. I mean I've never heard of him or met him. So-"
She was cut off by Harry. "What do you mean met him? You wouldn't survive."
Paris got a bit defensive as she answered "Let's just say I'm acquainted with most evil things."
"And that's because?" Harry needed a better explanation than that. After all Harry had gone through because of that man, and for Paris to say such things. He was being to think Paris was too sure of herself.
She sighed. "Because," she trailed off. What was she supposed to say? I'm the princess of everything that's evil. What a good way to start school; scare everyone off in a second. No, she wouldn't explain as to why. "Never mind."
Harry frowned and stared at her with a questioning look. After a while the conversation took on a different subject and the pressure of who you were went away.
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Asleep in her room, which she shared with Hermione and Ginny, Paris dreamt. The scene was as dark as a starless winter night. She was walking at a steady pace, and slowly somewhere in the distance a dim light shinned. Paris quickened her pace and soon found herself in a room walled with stones, like an old dungeon wall. Finally it occurred to her that's exactly what the place was; a dungeon.
Paris felt a cold breeze sweep past, and the hair on the back of her neck flew straight up on their ends. She shivered. Little by little fear crept upon her. Her gaze soon turned its attention to the corner of the room. With only the dim light that crept through some invisible window could she make out the figure. Her eyes widened at the sight. It was him; the young man who had entered her room in that array of dark mist; the one who had lowered her guard with the words 'You're even more beautiful than I imagined.' The thought alone made her blood boil. It wasn't the words that made her furious, but the way she felt weak when he said them. Not weak as in love of a person, no not that type of weak. It was the type of weak feeling that meant he had power, superiority.
His eyes finally met hers and a smile crossed his face. She couldn't move, though she commanded herself to. Even as he moved in closer she didn't budge. The only movement she made was to breathe. Slowly the space between them came to an end. His lips met hers, and their lips touched. His hand laid itself on her cheek and his arm around her waist as he kissed her. His eyes were closed with the gesture, but hers were not. If she could have, she would have stopped him before he was able to have even reached a foot in front of her, but she couldn't and she scolded herself for it.
He broke the kiss, and smiled at the sneer she had on her face. He let out a soft chuckle and brushed her cheek with his hand. "Soon," he said as he began to back away. "soon you will be mine." He drifted away into the darkness, and Paris felt the cold breeze again.
Her head flew up off the pillow. She was awake now, and the scenes of her dream still fresh in her memory. She felt the cold sweat on her forehead and wiped it away. Her face was painted with anger and she was infuriated at herself for her incompetence; she of all people afraid of a young man. The thought angered her further so she quickly pushed the thought aside and tried to think of more pleasant things.
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Harry awoke from his slumber. His hand immediately flew to the lightening shaped scar on his forehead. It hurt, the burning he felt now was worst than ever before. ^^He's close, very close.^^ His eyes darted around the dark room quickly searching for the man who he despised the most. He found nothing. So he laid his head back down onto his soft pillow and waited for sleep to take over once again.
----Hope you're enjoying it so far. Please review so I know to continue because I won't continue unless I have at least three reviews!!!! Please forgive the mistakes. Thanks for your time! ~Alana-----
Evil Lurking Inside
Chapter One: Feeling Of Superiority
An old man sat in his office contemplating the decision he must formulate. The decision, he knows, is not to be taken lightly. But the plan of action that was decided by the council, a plan which he himself suggested, is one that has never been done. But he knows for the sake of his world he must do what he knows in his heart, mind, and soul to be correct. So he will approve the decision.
Swiftly for one of his age he took out a quill and a piece of parchment, and began to write. His eyes locked in concentration of the task at hand, and his mind focused. When he finished his letter, he folded it closed and poured hot wax onto the area where the ends met; he stamped the seal, and then wrote the address.
As if on command an owl flew to the desk and landed upon it. The elderly man gave the magnificent bird the letter, and off it flew carrying the contents of survival with it.
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As always in the Halliwell house its members where slow to rise when the sun wakes from the darkness. But on this particular day, one awoke with the coming dawn. Paris Turner the daughter of Phoebe Halliwell, a charmed one, and Cole Turner, the source of all evil, shimmered into the kitchen. When she arrived she immediately started the coffee pot letting the smell of caffeine tickle her senses.
When the green light on the machine turned on, she grabbed a mug from the cabinets and poured herself some of the dark liquid. She added some cream and sugar, just they way she liked it, and took a seat at the kitchen table. She sipped the hot drink slowly, savoring the flavor. She set the mug down and took the arts section of the newspaper and began to read.
Without warning there was a hard thump on the window of the kitchen. She turned her gaze to the spot immediately, and saw an owl. Her eyes lit with confusion, but sensing no harm from the animal, she opened the window. The bird flew onto the kitchen table and Paris saw that it held something; a letter. She walked toward it without apprehension, she knew it was harmless but also she sensed a large magical force around it. She took the letter from the bird and read the contents of the letter.
Dear Halliwells,
I have written you for help in this dryer time which the wizardry world is in. A dark force arises, one of which I will not speak on this piece of parchment. My companions and I have taken time to come to this conclusion which involves you; the charmed ones to help our school. I invite you all to come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I know I have many lose ends to tie up, but they will be explained upon your arrival. Time is of the essence you see, so I must have your decision immediately today. I have sent a piece of parchment along with this letter to inform me of your decision.
Many Thanks, Professor Dumbledore
Paris's confusion heightened after reading the letter. She decided that as the letter said they should decide immediately. So with all her might she screamed at the top of her lungs awaking her family members.
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Paris couldn't sleep; her mind was so consumed with the day's events. She and her family were going to leave for England in the morning. The entire day they had sent and received letters to and from Professor Dumbledore. So far what they had learned is that there is a dark force terrorizing the students of Hogwarts and the wizarding world itself.
So she and her family were going to Hogwarts to stop the evil. She was to be a student as well as her younger cousin Wyatt. Her mother, two aunts and uncle were going to be professors at the school. She was excited by the idea of going to a school only to learn magic, even though she bet she knew all there was to know.
There was a burst of wind at her open window and Paris got up out of bed to close it. As she walked nearer to it, a dark mist entered and slowly a figure materialized from the mist. She stopped dead in her tracts, she inspected the intruder. It was a man, his hair a raven black she could tell even without any light. He was taller than her, his features sharp, but he was handsome. She saw his eyes pouring into hers, and she spoke. "Who-"
He put his hand up to silence her. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined."
Paris felt blood rush up to her cheeks and the man smiled. This was rather unusual for Paris to act as such. Flattery from someone who entered her house without invitation caused her to become very angry and usually the person wouldn't live to tell the tale. But normally the invaders were demons trying to kill her or her family. In truth she felt evil protruding from this man, but somehow she couldn't will a fireball to form. Gradually she began to become infuriated. How could this man, or whatever he was, make her feel weak? She of all people? Soon she realized that the man before her needed to be taught a lesson. But as soon as she managed to wield her attack, he vanished in the mist surrounding him.
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A dark haired young man walked side by side with two others; another young man with hair the color of fire, and a girl with unruly light brown hair. They walked in an area surrounded by shops. The three held caldrons carrying their parcels, and talked rapidly. As they continued to walk they were surprised to see six persons looking very confused. They seemed to be lost or somewhere near that thought. What more, was that there was a girl with brown hair and dark eyes that looked around their age stood, as well as a boy with blond hair that looked about a year younger. They were surprised by this because they should have seen them before, if they were a witch and wizard they should be attending Hogwarts, and they were sure they had never seen them.
The three walked toward the people with concerned looks. As they walked toward the persons the young girl looked over to them. Dark brown eyes caught shinny emerald ones, and for a second time seemed to stop. Slowly a smile crossed the girl's face as the three came closer. The others with the girl noticed the trio as well.
"You look lost, would you like some help?" the unruly haired girl asked politely.
"Ah, yeah." A woman with long dark brown hair nodded. "Where can we find a wand?"
The girl just continued to stare at the three with a smile. "Ollivanders." She told them like it was common knowledge, which it was to her.
The man in the group smiled. "Thanks, but could you give us directions?"
The red headed boy gave a huge smile. "We can do better than that, we'll show you."
"Thanks so much. Ahh?" said the other woman with brown hair except shorter than the woman who had spoken before.
"Oh how rude of us." The girl replied. "I'm Hermione Granger," she gestured to the red haired boy, "Ron Weasley, and" she then gestured to the boy with the dark hair, and glasses covering green eyes. "Harry Potter."
At the mention of his name, Harry expected them to start asking him to see his scar and all of the other nonsense he received for being him. To his surprise and delight they didn't. They just gave him warm smiles.
"Piper Halliwell." The woman who had asked where to get a wand said.
"Leo Wyatt." The man replied.
"Wyatt Halliwell." Said the boy.
"Paige Mathews." The red haired woman said.
"Phoebe Halliwell." The other dark haired woman replied.
"And I'm Paris Turner." Said the girl who had caught Harry's gaze not but a few minutes ago.
As they walked toward the wand shop, Harry learned that Paris and her family had been invited to Hogwarts by Professor Dumbledore. She was to be in their year, meaning that she must be an extraordinary witch since she had never been to wizarding school before. Her Cousin Wyatt was going to be a year under her, and they both were excited about going to school for magical purposes. Little did Harry know of the magic both possessed, as well as the magic of their family members.
When they reached Ollivanders, Harry and the gang decided to stay with them to help them find their way around Diagon Alley for the supplies needed for school. The group entered the store with the ring of the bell that told the owner when someone entered his store.
"Welcome." Came a voice from behind the counter. "I'm guessing that you are in need of wands."
"Yup." Paige smiled.
Mr. Ollivander looked at his shoppers, and continued. "All of you?"
The six nodded their heads in answer to his question.
Mr. Ollivander didn't ask any questions but proceed to grab some of the wands from the shelf. He gave them a warm smile and asked. "Who's first?"
"Me." Paris raised her hand as if in school. Mr. Ollivander gestured to her and she walked over to him. He handed her a wand and told her to wave it in the air. Paris shrugged and waved the wand swiftly causing some of the boxes to fly off the shelf. "Sorry." Paris replied apologetically.
"It's quite alright child." Mr. Ollivander replied. He thought for a moment then asked. "Is there anything specific that should be in your wand? That would give me a clue as to what wand is right for you."
Paris nodded in understanding. "Something that is half good and half evil."
The old man arched his eyebrow at her statement, but went toward the back and got a box. He came back with it in hand. His eyes were sparkling with curiosity. "Now this wand is very rarely used. It has half an angel wing, and half a demon's horn inside. The wood is from the tree of the dead, and is glazed with the blood of an elder."
Paris took the wand hesitantly and instantly fire began to stream along her body, and emerged her in it. She felt neither pain nor intense heat from it. After a few seconds the fire went out and she just stood there looking at the wand in her hand.
"Interesting." Was all Mr. Ollivender said after the spectacle that had just happened. ^^This girl must be quite special if that wand was made for her.^^ He thought.
"My turn." Wyatt cried happily after his cousin had made buying a wand seem like fun. He hurried over to the shop keeper and told him. "My wand should have something that has a lot of good in it."
Mr. Ollivender nodded, and climbed a ladder to reach the wand he had in mind. He grasped it and walked back to the young boy. As he handed the box to him he told the child "This wand is also very rarely used, it is made from the olive branch the dove brought Noah, and inside it carries the dust of the whitelighters orb."
When the wand touched Wyatt's hand, a bright blue light glimmered off of him, and after a few seconds it dispersed. Mr. Ollivander again looked in awe but just told the boy "I think it is just the right one."
The others got their wands, surprising Mr. Ollivander because each received a wand that was very rare. After they paid for the wands, they thanked him and left the shop. Harry and his gang continued to help the Halliwells' with their shopping.
Finally they were finished buying the necessities for school. Paris had gotten a black cat with golden eyes as her familiar and named it Raven. Wyatt on the other hand had bought a toad called Wart. Both of the young Halliwells' were displeased at having to wear robes, but after being told by Harry that in the dorms and after hours they could wear whatever they liked made the two feel better. Now all of them sat in a booth at the Leaky Cauldron, drinking butterbeer.
"Oh my god!" Piper exclaimed after her first sip of the drink. "I have to have the recipe! This stuff would be great at P3."
"P3?" Ron asked.
"It's my club back in the city." Piper replied.
Ron nodded in understanding. "Wicked." He said at her reply.
"So what exactly brings you to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked them. She was quite curious as to why they were here. She couldn't understand why they were past the age one would start at the school, and she expected that the girl would be starting school in the same year as her and Harry and the boy a year under. Also why would the family being going to the school as well? She concluded that it had to do with he-who-must-not-be-named. If her assumption was correct, the Halliwells' were coming to Hogwarts to help. If so who were these witches and wizards that were so powerful?
"Professor Dumbledore asked us to come." Phoebe told them. She wasn't sure if she should explain the reasons to these three. Sure, they were witches and wizards, which she thought had become extinct, but could they be trusted?
Paige glanced at her watch. "Hey, we better get going." She motioned to the adults, who nodded.
"Where are you going?" Wyatt asked his parents.
"We have to go to Hogwarts to see Dumbledore." Leo told his son and niece. "You guys stay here, and take the train. We'll orb so we can get there faster. See you soon alright."
Wyatt and Paris nodded, and watched as the four orbed out of the restaurant. The other three persons just watched in amazement.
"Wicked!" Ron said again.
"How'd they do that?" Harry asked.
"What orb?" Wyatt looked at the trio dumbfounded. "You're witches and wizards but you don't know about orbing?"
Both boys nodded, while Hermione sat pondering. "I thought only whitelighters did that?"
Wyatt nodded. "Whitelighters and half whitelighters like me and my aunt Paige."
"But that's impossible; whitelighters are assigned to special types of witches. Witches who protect muggles and fight demons." Hermione stated, and then slowly the answer dawned on her. "So that means your mum and aunts are those type of witches."
"Not only that, they are the most powerful." Paris stated matter of factly "Their the Charmed ones."
"Charmed ones?" Ron asked. "Didn't we learn about that in mythology class?"
Harry nodded to Ron then turned to Paris and asked "So it isn't a myth?"
"Nope." Paris said with a smile.
Just as Hermione was to ask another question, an unwelcome figure walked through the door of the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry's eyes narrowed in disgust "Malfoy." He hissed with displeasure.
"Who?" Paris asked. But before Harry, Ron or Hermione could explain the person in question spotted them and walked over to the booth at which the Potter gang and some new faces sat.
Draco eyed the booth at which Potter and his gang of two sat. But this time there were two new faces. A girl with long chocolate colored hair and brown eyes, and a younger boy with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes sat with the three. He was surprised that a girl as attractive as the one sitting there would associate with Potter, Weasley and the mudblood Granger.
Before Draco said a word Paris smiled at the bleach blond "Hello, I'm Paris Turner and this is my cousin Wyatt Halliwell." She held out her hand, which Draco inspected, but surprisingly took.
"Draco Malfoy." He replied with a microscopic smile.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked bitterly, he didn't want to know what the Slytherin was up to.
"Just introducing myself Potter." Draco replied coldly, but turned his attention back to Paris.
"Do you go to Hogwarts as well?" Paris asked, she noticed the blind hatred the three had for the boy. But so far he had done nothing to offend her.
"Yes, I'm in Slytherin and you're?" He had never seen her before, and he knew she didn't go to Hogwarts because if she had he wouldn't have forgotten a face like that.
"I start this year." Her smile never fading as she spoke.
The door to the Leaky Cauldron opened again, and a man with long blond hair and facial features similar to Draco's. The man immediately spotted the young Malfoy, and walked over. He gave false smiles to the Potter gang, and whispered something into Draco's ear. He immediately excused himself and left with the man.
"That was weird." Harry stated as he watched the two Malfoy's leave the restaurant.
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Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table and waved to the four familiar faces they saw sitting at the Professors table in the front of the Great Hall. The four waved to them with warm smiles planted on their faces. Harry also noticed another familiar face sitting next to Phoebe Halliwell; Oliver Wood. ^^Wonder what he's doing here?^^ Harry thought to himself.
Ron noticed the old captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and asked Harry. "What's Wood doing here?"
Harry shrugged and opened his mouth to answer but stopped when the gigantic doors to the Great Hall opened and the first years entered the room. The line was uneven with Paris and Wyatt, who were taller than the young first years, standing in the front of the line. Both waved to Harry and the others then turned their attention to their family up front who smiled at them happily, giving them thumbs up. When they reached the front of the hall the Professor smiled at the new students. Paris noticed his eyes twinkle and thought of how kind the old man looked. Everyone listened as Professor Dumbledore explained the sorting, and watched as Professor McGonagall placed a stool in front of them, and held the sorting hat in her hands.
Both Paris and Wyatt jumped back in surprise when the hat began to sing, but after a few seconds they calmed down. When the hat finished its song, Professor McGonagall called out "Turner, Paris."
Paris walked over to the stool and sat down upon it. She felt the hat settle itself on top of her head and listened as it whispered. "Well, never did I think of royalty coming to Hogwarts, especially the highest royalty possible." Paris's eyes widened at the statement but stayed quiet. "You are quite hard to place; you are very courageous: your battles with evil prove that. But you also are sneaky and have a naughty side to you, a side you're afraid of. Your loyalty is high, but you have a strong will to prove yourself. I wonder if that has anything to do with your origin." The hat was silent for a moment then continued "but something tells me that you are needed in-GRYFFINDOR!"
Paris smiled and walked toward the Gryffindor table, and sat next to Hermione and a girl with red hair just like Ron's. She saw the three smiling, and Harry gave her an approving nod. She turned her attention back to the sorting hat to see where Wyatt would be assigned.
Wyatt seated himself on the stool, and felt the hat on his head. He too heard the hat whisper "Wow! What a mix you are half whitelighter and half charmed. Where to put you? You too are courageous and loyal. But unlike your cousin, I see no evil lurking inside. Therefore I shall place you in- GRYFFINDOR!"
Wyatt hurried over to where his cousin sat, and placed himself in between Harry and a boy with blond hair. He smiled happy with his placement, but something stuck in the back of his mind. The hat said something of his cousin, and evil lurking inside. Paris wasn't evil, he knew that. She helped fight just as he did, and was caring and kind. But still the thought prowled in the back of his head.
Finally the sorting was over, and all the first years were put in the appropriate houses. Dumbledore again approached the students. "A few words before we begin our feast. One: the dark forest is still forbidden. Two: please welcome back our own Oliver Wood, he is to be the new flight teacher and assist with Quidditch." There was a welcome of applause for the former student, "And Three: let's have another warm Hogwarts welcome to Professor Wyatt," Leo stood up and got a round of applause, he smiled at them kindly. "His wife Professor Halliwell," Piper stood and many hoots and catcalls were made along with applause. Piper laughed a little at the welcome. "Her sister Professor Mathews." Again a large roar was heard along with many catcalls. Paige smiled a dazzling smile which added to the welcome. "And her other sister Professor Halliwell." Another bellow of applauses and hoots and hollers were made. "They will be our DADA teachers and have also come to help to protect the school for reasons we all know. Also many of you may have studied them in Mythology class, and now the myth has been proved true. They are the Charmed Ones." There was a large gasp from the students and some of the teachers, but Dumbledore ignored it and yelled "Let the feast begin!" With that food began to fill the once empty plates.
Ron dug into the food like a starved child, while Wyatt and Paris looked at it in obvious shock. Slowly they began to eat tentively and join in on the recent conversation, which was about he-who-must-not-be-named.
"Why is everyone so scared of that guy?" Wyatt asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Because he's evil." The red haired girl named Ginny told Wyatt.
"What did he do?" Wyatt questioned. He had met many a demon and wondered what the big deal was. He had never heard of the guy, so he listened as Harry told him about how he got the lightening shaped scar on his forehead, and other adventures that involved the wizard.
Paris and Wyatt shared a look of interest and doubtfulness. Paris smiled at her cousin and stated. "Well, I doubt he is that bad. I mean I've never heard of him or met him. So-"
She was cut off by Harry. "What do you mean met him? You wouldn't survive."
Paris got a bit defensive as she answered "Let's just say I'm acquainted with most evil things."
"And that's because?" Harry needed a better explanation than that. After all Harry had gone through because of that man, and for Paris to say such things. He was being to think Paris was too sure of herself.
She sighed. "Because," she trailed off. What was she supposed to say? I'm the princess of everything that's evil. What a good way to start school; scare everyone off in a second. No, she wouldn't explain as to why. "Never mind."
Harry frowned and stared at her with a questioning look. After a while the conversation took on a different subject and the pressure of who you were went away.
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Asleep in her room, which she shared with Hermione and Ginny, Paris dreamt. The scene was as dark as a starless winter night. She was walking at a steady pace, and slowly somewhere in the distance a dim light shinned. Paris quickened her pace and soon found herself in a room walled with stones, like an old dungeon wall. Finally it occurred to her that's exactly what the place was; a dungeon.
Paris felt a cold breeze sweep past, and the hair on the back of her neck flew straight up on their ends. She shivered. Little by little fear crept upon her. Her gaze soon turned its attention to the corner of the room. With only the dim light that crept through some invisible window could she make out the figure. Her eyes widened at the sight. It was him; the young man who had entered her room in that array of dark mist; the one who had lowered her guard with the words 'You're even more beautiful than I imagined.' The thought alone made her blood boil. It wasn't the words that made her furious, but the way she felt weak when he said them. Not weak as in love of a person, no not that type of weak. It was the type of weak feeling that meant he had power, superiority.
His eyes finally met hers and a smile crossed his face. She couldn't move, though she commanded herself to. Even as he moved in closer she didn't budge. The only movement she made was to breathe. Slowly the space between them came to an end. His lips met hers, and their lips touched. His hand laid itself on her cheek and his arm around her waist as he kissed her. His eyes were closed with the gesture, but hers were not. If she could have, she would have stopped him before he was able to have even reached a foot in front of her, but she couldn't and she scolded herself for it.
He broke the kiss, and smiled at the sneer she had on her face. He let out a soft chuckle and brushed her cheek with his hand. "Soon," he said as he began to back away. "soon you will be mine." He drifted away into the darkness, and Paris felt the cold breeze again.
Her head flew up off the pillow. She was awake now, and the scenes of her dream still fresh in her memory. She felt the cold sweat on her forehead and wiped it away. Her face was painted with anger and she was infuriated at herself for her incompetence; she of all people afraid of a young man. The thought angered her further so she quickly pushed the thought aside and tried to think of more pleasant things.
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Harry awoke from his slumber. His hand immediately flew to the lightening shaped scar on his forehead. It hurt, the burning he felt now was worst than ever before. ^^He's close, very close.^^ His eyes darted around the dark room quickly searching for the man who he despised the most. He found nothing. So he laid his head back down onto his soft pillow and waited for sleep to take over once again.
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