ch1. Harry Potter The Charmed ones
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Harry Ron and Hermione were sat at the Gryffindor table in the great hall of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, after travelling from London on the Hogwarts express. Ron couldn't wait to eat. Harry couldn't wait for him to eat. He was growing impatient with Ron's constant whines of hunger.
"What time does she get here?" Hermione asked Ron who was staring at the table ready to pounce when the food appeared.
"Mum said it would be shortly after us. She's going to be sorted with the first years too."
The only thing harry knew about Ron's cousin was that she had suffered some sort of loss at home, that she lived in Lancashire and she was starting school a year late. He thought it must be a sensitive subject the loss in his family even though they were distant so he had thought better than to ask for details. Maybe later he thought.
"Wow. I imagine she's feeling nervous, starting a year in. Especially after the time she's had. So much pressure. It isn't fair really."
"Course' it isn't. No one should have to go through that but...she's strong. She'll get there as long as we help her. Which we will guys won't we? Regardless of what house she's put in?"
"Definitely." Harry and Hermione said together without a flicker of doubt.
"So what is she like?" Hermione asked trying to get Ron's attention.
"Dunno. Only met her once years ago. She doesn't look like us. Her dad was a muggle and her mum was my mums, cousin's grandmother's husband's son's daughter. Or something like that but technically we are cousins. Her great-grandfather is descendant of the Warrens. Last time I saw her was at great aunt Tessie's funeral. I was only seven. Percy remembers her more."
Just then there was a loud clap and everyone turned to the front seeing again Albus Dumbledore headmaster of Hogwarts, standing with his arms out in an embrace of the room's attention ready to give his annual speech.
"Good evening, all of you. Welcome back to another exciting year at Hogwarts. And a warm welcome to our new comers. We will begin with the sorting before our feast. First years please follow Professor McGonagall's instructions."
Names were called out one by one and the sorting hat was once again placed on each students head sorting them into the four houses. Finally it ended and Ron looked delighted, until professor Dumbledore spoke again.
"And this year we have a student who will begin her time here in the third year due to a series of unfortunate events. Could you please take your place at the front with Professor McGonagall Miss Halliwell?" Everybody's eyes shifted to the back of the room again as a young girl stood looking nervous. She kept her eyes down and slowly walked to the stool. McGonagall placed the sorting hat gently on her head of long golden curls and its voice rang out once again.
"Ooh a Halliwell. Haven't had one of you in years. Oh and you've finally arrived. A charmed one." There was humming chorus of whispers around the room, but harry didn't currently understand the significance of this name.
"Ooh there's magnificent power, inherited all three now I see. Yes. And a great mind also...very intelligent. Oh and so loyal and trustworthy. And although full of pain there lies deep in there a brave heart. Fiery and strong, yet deep and sensitive. A very special young witch. I see great potential for you Miss Halliwell and so much more. But where to put you? So many strengths to be pursued. This is one of my most difficult...however I feel your heart outweighs all others. Better be...GRYFFINDOR!"
There was a cheer, more so from the Gryffindor table and the girl walked over and Ron waved at her to come sit with him and the rest of the Weasleys. She sat between harry and Ron and Percy Ron's older brother was the first to greet her.
"Lucy. How are you doing?" he asked in a friendly tone- a change from his usual proud posture.
"Yeah. I'm better thanks." She returned a smile.
"Welcome to Gryffindor loopy Lu." said Fred and George in sync, giving her a small punch in the arm.
"Hi Ron, Ginny." she then turned to harry and held out her hand. He shook it and introduced himself but found himself stammering as he looked at her. Harry studied her face for a moment admiring. He stared deep into her eyes thinking they were like liquid sapphires except when she looked into the light and they turned icy blue almost sparkling. Her skin was pale like ivory sheets yet her high cheekbones were softly tinted with a rose petal blush, standing out as they raised with her beautiful smile. Her long fair eyelashes brushed her cheeks when she blinked and her hair was just as light as it flowed like honey down to her waist.
"Nice to meet you Harry I'm Lucy," she broke the hand shake making harry realise he'd kept hold of it, "And you must be Hermione. Ron told me all about you in his letters. Any chance you could help me out catching up a bit? Since you are 'the smartest, kindest, most barking person he knows'." Ron blushed deep crimson and looked down. Hermione laughed awkwardly.
"Ha ha. Of course, I'd be happy to." She replied trying to hide a smile.
They were then interrupted by Dumbledore's 'he hem'.
"I am sure you're all famished after your long journey. So ... let the feast...begin!"
Before Harry's eyes a mountain of food appeared. Lucy looked amazed obviously not expecting such good service, and Ron looked as though Christmas had come early.
After the meal Percy who this year had been appointed head boy, lead all the first years to the Gryffindor common room. This term's new password was Krum truffle, one that Neville was almost certain to forget. Harry watched the excited faces of the newbie's stare in wonder at the large room with a roasting fire, comfortable seats, moving paintings and enchanted stain-glass windows. He remembered how he felt as he entered his new home. The twins were already concocting some weird pyrotechnics, with whizzes of colour flying around knocking of his glasses.
Hermione was showing Lucy round the girls' room and they returned in pyjamas. He and Ron had taken the time waiting for them to do the same so they sat in a circle by the fire.
"So what do ya think of Hogwarts?" Hermione asked making conversation.
"It's all so... big. I mean I'm so gonna get lost." She said laughing making harry stare again, taking in her northern accent and funny little giggle.
"You'll be fine, as long as someone you know has the same class."
"Soooo...who are the mean teachers?"
"Snape." harry immediately answered.
"McGonagall." Ron disagreed.
"Are there any nice teachers?" she joked, but with worry in her voice.
"Honestly. Snape only hates you harry-no offense. And McGonagall isn't mean. She's just strict and appreciates it more when you don't drool in your sleep all over the desk." Harry, Ron, and Lucy laughed at Hermione's rant. 'Oh that laugh' thought harry.
It was getting late now and harry was still pondering over what the sorting hat had said earlier.
What on earth was a charmed one? Was it rude to ask? Hermione knew but knowing her, she'd probably drilled Ron with questions that manipulated him into giving her every single detail. Well he'd have to find out sometime so as they said goodnight harry planned to ask Ron before they went to sleep.
"Ron?"
"Yeah?" he said drowsily.
"What was all that about earlier. With Lucy and the sorting hat?"
"Took you long enough. When I said she suffered a loss I didn't really tell the extent of it..."
Harry listened intently as Ron began his bedtime story.
"Last year at Christmas, there was an incident. A fire. One of the windows had been left open and it blew a candle over. First it was just the curtain but it spread. Everyone was already asleep at this time. Lucy her mum dad and two little sisters were in the house. Anyway Lucy woke up. Probably from the glass smashing and tried to wake them up. Her mum and dad had already died from smoke inhalation and Lucy was distraught. She went to find her sisters but from what she could see..."Ron was nearly in tears as was harry." the room was completely destroyed...along with Lisa and Louise. She couldn't even think straight so she locked herself in her room and ...waited for the flames to consume her. By now someone had called the fire brigade and she was found. Physically she was fine but...she has so much pain. That night she lost everything. Lucy was then taken into a muggle care home. She has no other family alive apart from us. We all wanted to take her in so badly but...we couldn't due to muggles being involved. Dumbledore's sorted all that out now. She's going to be living with us now, sharing a room with Ginny."
Harry was shocked to hear all of this. It was extraordinary how much pain dwelled behind those soulful eyes. Ron took a deep breath.
"Anyway, Lucy's family was descendant from the warrens. Melinda warren was the beginning of their line. She had a daughter named prudence. Melinda possessed three special powers; premonition, the power to stop time and telekinesis. She was burned at the stake in the 16 hundreds but before she died she vowed that each of the warren witches would grow stronger and stronger until the arrival of three sisters. They would be the most powerful witches the world has ever known and be known as the charmed ones. Every magical family knows the story. As they grew so would their powers, excelling and expanding into stronger powers. Had Lucy, Louise and Lisa grown up they may have become the ones to put an end to dark magic. Each sister possessed a power. But the night her sisters died... the powers entered Lucy. She now has all three powers like her ancestor. She is now the charmed one."
Harry found all of this difficult to digest and didn't really know what to say.
"Just look after her okay. Power loaded or not she is extremely vulnerable right now. Don't let anyone hassle her."
"Sure. I'll be there for her whenever. I promise."
"Thanks mate. Good night."
"Night." And harry dreamed of the scene of that dreadful night seeing the light leave her eyes as she saw the bodies of her dead parents and the hopeless fate of her sisters. He didn't remember his parents' death. Only his scar was what he was left with. The scar of Lucy's past would stay with her till the day she died.