A/N: Hey there! I'm Jamie15 and I'm very new to writing Charmed Fanfiction (actually this is my first one). Therefore there may be some mistakes concerning the content of the series.

Also, I'm no native english speaker, so there may be some grammatical mistakes in the story. Sorry for that!

But anyway, I hope this chapter will be as fun to read for you as it was for me to write!

This story takes place right after Hyde School Reunion in Season 6. So Leo still has no clue, that Chris is his son. Therefore, you could probably call it a Chris Revelation Fic, I think. But anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Gideon Strikes Again

Lightning illuminated one of the darkest caverns of the underworld as the demon Chattal once again released his anger on his subordinate Plugger. He was furious.

„How dare that Elder ...!? Doesn't he know who I am?", he yelled, whilst shooting another one of his lightning bolts. This time it hit the rocky wall on the other side of the cavern as Plugger had been smart enough to dodge his master's attack for once.

„I-I d-don't kn-know master, b-but could you please calm yourself? It certainly won't do any good if you waste your energy now, when, really, you will need it later on, in the fight against the Hall-"

"Argh!", Chattal cried and threw his subordinate across the cavern. "Who said I was going to fight against them?! I most certainly will not follow an Elder's order! Of all the magical beings to come here, really! And to ask me to eliminate the Halliwell's baby! I'm not just any demon who can be assigned missions!"

Plugger cowered in fear as his master again started to throw some lightning bolts. Maybe it was time to console him ... He really had had enough of getting fried by ill-aimed bolts.

"B-but master, maybe he chose you for that reason exactly! Maybe he had already heard of your great power beforehand! Just think about it, who would befit the job better than you? Considering the Charmed Ones' powers there'll probably be next to no one left out there to take on this mission."

That seemed to calm the raging upper-level demon down. He slowly lowered his arms and looked at Plugger expectantly, meaning for him to go on.

Plugger smiled on the inside. It worked!

"There certainly isn't a better demon than you out there in the underworld. The Elder must have been aware of this. He certainly didn't mean to anger or insult you."

Chattal put a finger to his chin and thought it over. Now that he looked at it that way ...

"And just think of the reward,", Plugger continued, "we'll get if we succeed in-"

"If?!", Chattal snapped.

"When, I mean when, of course.", Plugger rushed to assure his master. He didn't want him to lose control over his anger again. Man, he sure was a moody demon ...

"The Elder promised us, that you'd get all of Wyatt's powers, as soon as you succeeded. And just think of what you could do with them ..." Here Plugger paused in order to leave his master some room for imagination, before he continued. "Even with just an eighth of the toddler's powers you could become the new source ... you would definitely be the most powerful demon of the underworld – I mean, of course you already are, but-"

"Enough!", Chattal's sharp voice cut Plugger off, but he wasn't particularly angry at him. After all the low level demon was right. If he would be able to gain Wyatt's powers there would be nothing left on his way to become the most powerful demon. He rather liked that idea ...

"Plugger!", he called. "Gather some demons- Tell them that we plan to attack the Halliwell Manor- I need as many demons, as you can find."

Plugger started to shimmer out, but his master called him back once more. "Oh! And don't forget ..." He smiled a sinister smile. "There'll be a reward for everyone, of course ..."

When Chris finally got home it was already half past two a.m. He orbed into the living room, looked around and heaved a very deep sigh, before slumping back onto the couch.

"Oh man, that really was an excruciatingly long day ...", he said to himself in a whisper, shortly after covering a yawn with his hand. Rubbing his eyes he let his head fall back as he remembered the day's events.

"So, I'll attack from behind and scare her, while you will jump out from behind a pillar or something to her left and then you-"

Chris sighed and sank down onto the ground, one finger tracing a pattern in the sand, which he had created hours ago. Those warlocks over there really had nothing to do with anyone who might want to hurt Wyatt (he doubted they even knew who he was) ... he had been so sure that this time he was on the right lead, too ...

"Damn it!", he whispered, leaning against the rock, which had given him cover for the past hours. 'Again a dead end ..'

Whilst he was pondering what to do next he didn't notice the two warlocks, who had separated from their fellows after hearing him curse and had blinked in before him.

When he finally did take notice of them it was nearly too late.

He just barely had the time to dodge the athame which had been aimed at him before one of the other warlocks kicked at him ... and hit him square in the stomach.

"Ouch.", he silently uttered, whilst putting a hand to his stomach in remembrance. That had hurt ...

On his knees and clutching his stomach all he was able to see for several instants were stars and little cute birdies, flying around his head. But that didn't mean that the demons were waiting for him to regain his composure.

Trying to orb out to save himself from the next onslaught of kicks he was immediately grabbed by the leg and thrown to the ground. "Ooof.", was all he could get out in response to that.

So, having his escape route blocked, Chris was forced to fight. He telekinetically threw some of the attackers across the cavern in order to be able to breathe again. Exhausted from the short fight he fell back, his chest going up and down madly. Chris wildly looked around for a second or two, before he noticed the darklighter arrow pointed at him.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, can't I get a break for five seconds?", he asked exasperatedly.

"Umm ..." The darklighter seemed to ponder his question for a few seconds, before answering. "No."

And he fired.

Chris quickly scrambled to his feet again and felt the arrow whizz past him, the tip only mere inches away from his face.

"Well, that was close ...", he muttered and jumped behind a large boulder close to him.

Seconds later he gritted his teeth as two or three energy balls hit his hiding place from the other side. Those demons certainly weren't happy about him having listened in on their conversation ...

"Why do I have to get on the wrong side of everybody anyway?", he asked himself as another energy ball hit.

"Okay, that's it, I've had enough!"

He stood up again and with several swings of his hands he sent the darklighter and the warlocks flying.

"See, was that really so hard?", he asked before he finally orbed out.

The rest of the day he had spent researching and after all this mind work he felt especially tired.

His head was stuffed full to the brim.

'I wish I had one of those pensieves Dumbledore keeps', he thought as he made himself comfortable on the couch ready to go to sleep. He had been sleeping in the living room of the Manor ever since Piper had found out that he was, indeed, her son.

Although he had been against moving in with them at first he now was glad that he didn't have to sleep at P3 anymore. That backroom really was uncomfortably cold and stuffed ...

He yawned again and lay back on the couch, careful to keep his feet, still dressed in their shoes, off it. His mom would have a fit if he dirtied the couch with his street shoes ...

Naturally it would have been logical to just take the shoes off, but he was way too tired to care about logic anymore. Closing his eyed he finally gave in to sleep, a thing he hadn't done very often lately. Tomorrow would be just another exhausting day in search of the one who had turned Wyatt, but now that his mother and aunts knew about his true identity it would be worth getting up.

" ... So the plan is to inform the Charmed Ones of our attack beforehand. Of course, this-"

"Why do we have to inform them of our attack at all?!", one of the smaller demons gathered around Chattal interrupted. One hour ago, Plugger had returned with twenty other demons, that he had managed to persuade to at least listen to the plans of his master. Meanwhile five of them had already shimmered out again during Chattals explanations, thinking it was nothing short of suicide to attack the Halliwell sisters with them knowing about it already.

Plugger silently agreed with them, but didn't dare speak up to his master.

Instead he decided to pay attention to the scene unfolding before his eyes once more.

"I mean, wouldn't it be stupid of us, to let them prepare for it?", the demon asked in a slightly smaller voice, seeing the glare he had received from Chattal.

At first Chattal didn't answer at all. He rather seemed to reign in his temper. Then, after some moments instead of replying he asked a question: "Tell me, erm ..?"

He looked questioningly at the demon.

"I'm a dwarf demon.", he replied, not without obvious pride in his voice.

"Of course you are.", Chattal said as if he'd known all along. "So tell me, dwarf demon, how did all the other demons in history try to attack the Charmed Ones?"

"Well, they ... surprise attacked them.", he said rather faintly.

"And what happened to all those demons?"

"The Charmed Ones ... killed them.", the petit demon replied in an even fainter voice.

"Exactly!", Chattal shouted triumphantly. "That's why we'll try it in another way. We'll let them know about our little attack, so they can prepare themselves."

"Okay, I get that part now.", one of the five warlocks who had assembled spoke up. "But why are we even doing this? I mean, aren't we fine the way we are now? Why attack the Charmed Ones and not just any other witch?"

Chattal again didn't answer right away, but this time it wasn't because he had been angered. He had two options, either he simply fed them the story of wanting to gain more power by defeating the Halliwells or he told them the truth about his meeting with Gideon ...

'Maybe I should just tell them ... I don't think it will hurt my plans.'

Looking around and noticing that the warlocks and the other demons were all looking expectantly at him he decided to tell them. After all he had to gain their trust first.

"Yesterday I was paid a visit by the Elder Gideon-"

"Wait you talked with an Elder?", a darklighter to his right asked.

"Yes.", Chattal answered. "But let me explain myself first, before you jump to the wrong conclusion.

Just as I came back from my last witch hunt the Elder appeared in my cavern. Naturally I was shocked to see someone like him here of all the places and without thinking I attacked him. Sadly he managed to escape, something that few have ever accomplished-" Plugger secretly rolled his eyes. His master really had enough self-confidence for ten demons.

"So he literally begged me to help him kill Wyatt, the Halliwell's toddler. At first I, of course downright refused to." Appreciative nods everywhere. "But then he told me that I could have Wyatt's powers once he was killed and so I agreed. Now, I know many of you are simply horrified at the idea of socialising with an Elder, but I'm just as sure that you know how strong the Halliwell's kid is. Even with an eighth of his power we would still be mightier than many other demons down here.", Chattal said, quoting his subordinate without recognising that this originally had been his idea.

"How do we know that he didn't lie to us? After all he is an Elder. He surely wouldn't want any of us to have such power."

"Oh don't worry about that.", Chattal said with an evil grin. "He wouldn't dare betray me. No one goes behind my back and survives it."

The remaining fifteen demons slowly nodded their heads, satisfied with the reassurances and explanations Chattal had given. He had convinced them to follow him. The upper level demon smiled.

"So, to sum it up, the true target of our attack aren't the Charmed Ones but the toddler Wyatt. We'll make it seem to them as if we were after someone totally else, like, for example their new whitelighter. They'll go into fighting mode and try to protect him while we in reality will go after Wyatt. Does that sound like a good enough plan to you?" He directed that last question at the dwarf demon.

"Y-yes.", he answered, a little scared by Chattal.

"Fine. Plugger!"

Plugger flinched before hurrying over. "Y-yes master?"

"Did you already memorise the floor plans of the Halliwell Manor?"

"Y-yes."

"Well, then come on, explain it to them."

Plugger swallowed before turning around to look at the demons. He didn't like to be in the spotlight at all ... especially not if there was a bunch of demons around him, that was ten times stronger than him.

"A-all in all there are th-three floors in the house, w-which are worth m-mentioning. The attic, w-were the Ch-Charmed Ones usually k-keep the Book of Shadows, the f-first floor, where Baby Wyatt and everyone else s-sleeps and the ground floor, with the l-living room, the k-kitchen, the e-entrance hall-"

"Yeah, yeah, get to the point already!", his master hissed in his ear.

"A-alright. S-so the m-most important f-floors in our interest are p-probably the ground floor, w-where the fights between d-demons and the H-Halliwells are carried out and the f-first floor, where Wyatt sleeps. S-so, in the case of an attack, he should be all alone upstairs, l-leaving him helpless for us."

"Haha, great Plugger!", Chattal called and forcefully clapped him on the back, almost sending him crashing into the ground in the process. "I knew you could do it."

He then turned to the group of demons before him.

"So, now that we know where and how to attack the only thing that's left to consider is how to tell the Halliwell's about it ..."

"I could help you with that."

Chattal looked around to see who had spoken. "Ahh, Mr. Warlock. Go on, go on, share your ideas."

"Well, their Whitelighter is always snooping about in the underworld anyway, isn't he? Always listening in on our conversations ..."

"Yeah he is.", a Darklighter spoke up now. "Only yesterday I caught him listening in on us. But he got away ..."

"Well, in this case I'd say lucky for us!", Chattal said, grinning evilly. "Because if he would be dead now how would we be able to alarm the Charmed Ones? I'll send Plugger on the lookout for him. As soon as he hears of him being in the underworld he'll inform me, won't you Plugger?", he demanded, leaving no room for Plugger to deny the 'request'.

"O-of course."

Everything was settled. Chattal had gained the allies he needed, he had a plan and he was sure that everything would work out in the way he wanted it to.

"Alright, so let the games begin ..."