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Chapter 1

Melinda Halliwell had always prided herself on keeping magical mishaps involving her to a minimum. Of course there had been times when she had screwed up, turning someone into an animal, making a potion blow up, and the occasional personal gain backfire. Through all of that, she never caused as much magical drama as the twins, that was far sure. In fact the worst thing she had ever done was conjure a prom date using an old spell for Mr. Right that she had found. And really, that was Aunt Paige's fault; it was after all her old spell. But still she could remember the personal gain police, her older brother Christopher, lecturing her about it. Melinda had a feeling this could be worse.

Moments earlier, she had been making a potion, a potion that blew up. But instead of finding herself on the floor covered in the various ingredients, she found herself being caught up in a swirl of blue and white lights.

Just as quickly as it started it was over and she was indeed on her backside in the attic staring at the ceiling. "Oh that hurt" she said pulling herself up of the ground.

"What the…" a familiar voice yelped from across the room.

Melinda turned toward the voice fully ready to defend herself against the coming lecture, after all she hadn't screwed up that bad. She rushed over to the young man standing by the book of shadows.

"Oh thank goodness Chris you here. For a seconded there I thought I really messed something up and before you lecture me on the importance of …" she trailed off taking a good look at her brother. He wasn't wearing the same cloths that he had on this morning when she had seen him.

"Wait, how come your hair is so long?"

Chris looked at her like she was crazy. This was not right. Chris was so thin, too thin and dark circles shown under his eyes, eyes that looked so haunted, so tired.

"Who are you" Chris asked

"That's what we would like to know"

Melinda turned around to see her mother and two aunts glaring at her from the attic doorway. A much younger version of her mother and aunts. She looked back and forth between Chris and her family's younger counterparts and slapped her hand to her forehead, this was very bad and all she could say was "Oh crap"