A/N: Keep in mind this chapter is short but it is just a prolog to set up for the rest of the story.
Chapter One - A Witch's Scorn
It was a beautiful day in California. The sun was shining, just like it did... almost every single day. The Halliwell mansion stood proud amongst the other, more modern, homes on the block like it did on every other day of the week. Downstairs in the kitchen, a pot was beginning to boil and spaghetti sat on the counter next to it. On the island in the center, a very different sort of pot was also beginning to boil... and steam. However, no one took notice of these pots.
Upstairs in the attic, Piper stood in front of her baby, Wyatt. He sat in his playpen, shield up and staring ahead at the threat. Phoebe and Paige stood on either side of Piper, hands up and ready to fight. Chris stood in the doorway to the attic, staring back toward Piper. Between them, a woman stood, shifting her gaze between her foes. She let out a low hiss and threw her hands out in both directions. Lightening, like Leo's, struck out at the sisters and Chris.
Using their years of training, they were all able to avoid the attack, but this was what the witch had wanted. She sneered despite her accomplishment and slid over to the playpen. Piper yelled and threw out her hands to blow the woman up. The other witch blocked the explosion, but took a step back from Wyatt, not that she could have grabbed him anyway.
"Hey, lady! Back off of my kid!" Piper growled.
"No. You back off," the woman responded in a sourly sweet voice. She tossed her hand out before her and energy flew straight for Piper.
"No!" Chris yelled, jumping up and knocking Piper to the ground just in time. He was careful to protect her stomach on the way down, though. The dresser in the corner shattered into pieces, but that wasn't unusual.
"Pesky kid," the middle-aged witch grumbled.
"Hey lady!" Phoebe called out to get the witch's attention. It worked. As the woman turned around, Paige caught her in the head with a club.
"Vile charmed ones!" the witch hissed, holding her face and slinking away into the corner of the room.
"Phoebe! You got a spell yet?" Chris asked.
"Spell?" the evil witch asked before Phoebe could reply. "I've got a spell for you," she laughed.
"Don't let her say anything!" Piper warned, shakily getting to her feet.
"All grown up, the past is past. Now relive life super fast." Paige tried throwing the club at the witch's head again, but with a little electricity, the woman destroyed it. "Age and age beyond your years, until all around you are in tears," the witch giggled in a very creepy, high-pitched fashion.
"What?" Phoebe asked as Piper raised her hands up and blasted the woman. This time, it hit. The woman screamed, but in the end it was laughter. The girls watched her in confusion. How was that funny?
"Oh ho ho. That is a riot," she chuckled. "Now you have TWO children to protect!"
And with those final words, she teleported herself out of the mansion and out of harm's way. Paige sighed. There went the bad guy... there went the club...
"Chris, are you alright?" Phoebe asked, rubbing her temples in the aftermath.
"Yesth, ant Phoebe," a cute little voice spoke up. Piper whirled around to where Chris had been standing beside her. Instead of looking up where he should be, she looked down to where the voice had come from. All eyes were glued to the cute toddler standing in Chris's spot wearing clothes that looked oddly like Chris's only smaller.
"Chris?" Piper asked.
"Yesth, mummie?" the little boy asked. Then he giggled and pointed at Piper. "Wow mommie got fat!"
Piper put a hand on her pregnant stomach, shocked. She looked up at her sisters. They all exchanged worried glances before looking back at the boy. He burped three times in a row and laughed. Then he wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve.
"Why isth ever-body starrin at me?" he asked with an embarrassed little smile.
"Oh dear," Phoebe sighed.