Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, unfortunately. I do not own any show in the world, in fact. I do, however, own season DVD's of Charmed, House, M.D., Gilmore Girls and even Monk. But that's about as close as I'll ever come to owning those shows.

Yes, this is a Harry Potter & Charmed X-over. Yes, there will be a lot of Wyatt, Voldemort, Chris and another fictional person from the depths of my imagination, Peyton. Yes, Harry is there. Yes, his children are in the picture. I don't know if Ginny should be dead in my story or not. I'll get to that, eventually.

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Sometimes life just isn't fair. When you finally get out of your little bubble of fantasy
and realize that… THEN you are welcome to be my friend. No optimists allowed within these perimeters.
They just give too much hope to the people of the world. I hate hope sometimes…
-Caustic Jerk

22 year old Dark Lord Wyatt Matthew Halliwell glared evilly at the Seer as he looked up from the Seer's crystal ball, hands still behind his back. "This is the Dark Lord in England? And he was vanquished by a 17 year old boy? How powerful could he be? And why do you want me to resurrect him? Tom doesn't seem worth my time." Wyatt said gruffly making the Seer gulp, fearing for her life.

"Lord Wyatt, he is still extremely strong. He was only defeated because the boy had entire armies on his side," the Seer exaggerated greatly. "He could help you with this. I've heard that the wizards and witches of the other magical community are going to merge with Lord Christopher and Lord Peyton's Resistance. Voldemort could give you information that you would've otherwise never known. And he doesn't like when people call him Tom," the Seer said but she regret her last words when Wyatt's eyes narrowed coldly at her.

"I will call him what I want unless you want to challenge me." Wyatt said dangerously as he powered an energy ball threateningly.

"N-no, I would never," the Seer said quickly before summoning another event onto her crystal ball, Wyatt watching intently.

"Very well." Wyatt said when the image disappeared. "I will resurrect him." Wyatt said before closing his eyes, the Seer watching questioningly. When the Seer finally opened her mouth to question what he was doing, he opened his eyes once more and smiled. "It's done." Wyatt said. "Tom, come here." Wyatt ordered and suddenly a sharp crack was heard as Voldemort appeared though not in his half-snake form. He was completely human and he also had modern American clothes, his wand stuck in his waistband.

"Who's calling me Tom?" Voldemort snarled not knowing any better. Wyatt immediately shot out his hand and strangled Voldemort telekinetically. Voldemort immediately reached for his wand but he was too late.

"Wand." Wyatt called calmly and the wand dark orbed into his hands and he let go of his hold on Voldemort, still smiling evilly. "I am the Dark Lord. I've resurrected you and you will serve me or die. Be one of my lackeys or die. Follow my orders or die. Those are your choices." Wyatt replied before throwing the wand at Voldemort's face. "Now stand up. You will be my second-in-command." Wyatt said though he omitted the fact that Voldemort would be thrown to the side if his brother or youngest cousin decided to join him.

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? (Don't mind this. It's just a break.)

"Peyton, what do you think you're doing?" Chris asked his youngest cousin in annoyance as he continued to throw things swiftly into the pot. "You're supposed to be helping Bianca with the teenage recruit class." Chris said looking up.

"Chris, come on! I'm playing wizard chess with uh…" Peyton said turning to the girl she was playing against since she had her name on her name tag that Chris demanded all new members wear for at least 2 weeks. "With Rose Weasley. It's like our version of chess except so much more violent! The pieces actually demolish each other!" Peyton said with a grin.

"That's great. Now can you go help Bianca? You and I both know that teenagers annoy the Hell out of her. She might murder them." Chris said.

"She might murder ME. I'm a teenager." Peyton pointed out as she demolished Rose's knight.

"Yeah but you're my baby cousin. She's not going to hurt you. And if she did, you can take her. I mean, you're Aunt Phoebe's daughter. She started making you learn martial arts when you were born." Chris pointed out just as he threw in the last ingredient, smiling at the small explosion.

"Alright, alright. Hey uh… James. Finish the game for me, will you?" Peyton yelled before turning around and starting towards the door, shimmering out mid-step. The moment Peyton shimmered into the room, another much older man appeared there, as well. "Whoa! Who's he? Is he a new recruit? Chris said it was just you and teenagers!" Peyton exclaimed seeing the older man standing there behind Bianca, his blue eyes twinkling amusingly. "Bianca?" Peyton said questioningly.

"He was NOT there a second ago." Bianca replied looking up at the old man, crossing her arms in front of her chest threateningly.

"I am Professor Albus Dumbledore. I don't know how I got here, though. I was dead just a couple minutes ago." Dumbledore said with a nice smile. "But that has just been my front for the last 100 years, give or take a few years. I've been watching you and your parents, Peyton." Dumbledore said still smiling.

"I don't know whether to be disturbed or honored that you've been watching me and my parents for the last 100 years, give or take a few." Peyton replied laughing nervously looking up at Dumbledore with a suspicious expression heard a loud crack sound from behind her.

"Actually, I've been watching you and your father for both of your entire lives but for the last 100 years or so, I was known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. You may know me more in my previous name…" Dumbledore started but he was interrupted when the door flew open suddenly, a 30 something year old man with jet black hair and electric green eyes standing at the doorway with shining eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry breathed. He and his children had been living at the Resistance for the last week in hopes of joining the Resistance to help the American defense army help save the world. After all, he had some experience. He spent 7 years of his life fighting a previous Dark Lord.

"Harry, what a pleasant surprise." Dumbledore said opening his arms graciously when Harry ran towards him.

"Wait just a second. How did you know that that dude was here? I don't remember announcing anything." Peyton said suspiciously.

Harry blushed slightly before replying, "My daughter, Lily Potter, is taking your teenage recruit training class here. When she saw Professor Dumbledore, she recognized him from the pictures I had. She apparated to me the moment she recognized him."

Peyton raised her eyebrows slightly before smiling for no reason and saying, "Okay. I understand. Now, please, explain to me what apparate is."

"It's a form of transportation. Wiccans have orbing, shimmering, flaming, fading and a whole mess of others while we have Apparation." Harry explained and Peyton pondered the information before nodding. "And, I'm a little curious… just how many forms of transportation do you Wiccans have?" Harry asked.

"Uh… when I find out, you'll be the first I tell." Peyton replied. "I can see you guys have a little catching up to do so I'll be going. Teenage Recruit Training Classes are rescheduled for tomorrow. Have a good day, everybody. And Mr. Dumbledore? We'll continue our conversation later after you've met up with all the people that used to know you. I know you'll want to." Peyton said with a small smirk before shimmering out.

"Teenagers and old people annoy me." Bianca muttered under her breath before shimmering out, as well.

"Professor, how did you get back? I saw you get killed. We buried you! What happened?" Harry asked, not noticing the slight disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes when Peyton shimmered out.

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

"Lord Wyatt," Voldemort started having to refrain from sounding sarcastic, "I'm afraid you made a mistake." Wyatt would never know how much Voldemort enjoyed saying that.

Wyatt turned to his second-in-command, eyes narrowing dangerously, before harshly demanding, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean, Lord Wyatt, is that when you resurrected me, you resurrected my enemy, too!" Voldemort practically spat causing Wyatt to throw an energy ball dangerously close to his head in warning. "Excuse me for my tone, Lord Wyatt but it took me 30 years to get rid of him and you resurrected him alongside me." Voldemort quickly said. He wouldn't admit it if you asked but Wyatt scared him.

"Your enemy? Who's your enemy?" Wyatt asked, amused at the hint of fear in Voldemort's voice when he talked about his enemy.

"His name is Albus Dumbledore. He was my old professor when I went to school. He was the only one in the world who could take me on." Voldemort replied. "Only one in the world before you were born of course, Lord Wyatt." Voldemort added seeing the Dark Lord's look.

After his words, Wyatt immediately calmed down and finally turned around to look at the man. "Your old professor, hmm?" Wyatt muttered more to himself than to Voldemort. "Well, we'll just have to get rid of your fear for the man, don't we? Fear is a weakness that we cannot afford to have. You have to overcome it if you want to become as powerful as I have." Wyatt said before standing up, an idea forming in his mind.

"I am not afraid of him. I'm just pensive because he might've gathered knowledge and power in his time in the Afterworld. I was sent to Purgatory." Voldemort replied.

"Well, that's not good, is it?" Wyatt replied looking quite amused making Voldemort want to wipe that smirk right off his face. "Now, you shouldn't go around thinking those types of things about your lord and master." Wyatt growled making Voldemort turn to him fearfully wondering how Wyatt knew what he was thinking. He was an excellent Legilimens and perfect in Occlumency. "Because, Tom, whether you're excellent or not, my powers are perfect. The only three people in the world that have powers that might match mine one day are my little brother, my little cousin and my eldest uncle." Wyatt said sounding bitter. "I've already gotten rid of all my other relatives." Wyatt added.

"But they won't be ready for me, will they, Lord Wyatt? I'll be able to catch them off guard and use the Killing curse, won't I?" Voldemort asked.

"Calm down, Tom. Patience is key. Sometimes mass murders don't solve any of my problems. And my little brother, cousin and my uncle never let their guard down. They're too good for that." Wyatt replied. "I shall have to teach you some things that you can do without a wand. Those things are only weaknesses. I don't know how you wizards can handle putting all your power in a little piece of wood." Wyatt said suddenly.

"You're going to get Wiccan powers for me, my Lord?" Voldemort asked sounding very much like an excited little boy.

"Don't sound so excited, Tom. As I've had to explain before, emotions are a weakness. My little brother and cousin are empaths. If they sensed your emotions, they would tear you apart with them. Besides, I'm only getting you common demonic powers such as shimmering and energy balls. Your form of transportation is far too loud for my tastes. We would never be able to pull off a surprise attack." Wyatt said. "Not that any people of mine would need the advantage of surprise." Wyatt added.

"Thank you, Lord Wyatt." Voldemort said smirking as he dreamed about the terror he would cause with his Wiccan powers.

Wyatt glanced at Voldemort for a second before turning around, a demon immediately shimmering in front of him. "What do you need me for, Lord Wyatt?" the demon asked kneeling down in front of Wyatt and bowing deeply.

"You've been loyal but sometimes loyalty is not enough." Wyatt said, enjoying when he felt fear invade the demon. He then conjured a power sucking athame and stabbed the demon in the stomach. "Here are your powers." Wyatt said pulling the athame out sharply, Voldemort not missing the joy in Wyatt's face as he watched the demon burn, screaming in agony. A flash of annoyance passed through Wyatt's expression before the Dark Lord turned to Voldemort. "Take it, Tom!" Wyatt ordered and Voldemort immediately retrieved the athame though he didn't know how he was supposed to get the powers from it.

"Accio Wiccan powers." Voldemort tried hesitantly but nothing happened. He glanced up and was a little bewildered that the demon was still writhing in agony, the flames of sure death still surrounding him. From what he had observed, they usually only burned for a couple seconds before disappearing.

Wyatt couldn't help the small smile that made its way onto his face as he watched the demon beg for death already. "Tom, finish him with an energy ball." Wyatt ordered making Voldemort freeze in his tracks. "What are you waiting for?" Wyatt spat turning to him.

Voldemort immediately got on his knees and said, "I don't know how to get the powers of the knife."