"THE RISING"

by moonswirl [or Moonie Moon for the 'prophecy' peeps ;)]

Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah... More on this in A/N2

Summary: Okay well this will start off like a big redo (well, medium redo) of the top of season four. Minor change, lineup is Prue, Phoebe, Paige... well you'll see.

Rating: PG I guess

Category: AU, duh. Couple wise, we've got some [Pi]/L, Ph/C for now, later we'll see.

Author's note 1: Review = happy writer. Happy writer = more story ;)

Author's note 2: For a big while it's gonna be redoing of episodes. From teaser to chapter 7 it's Charmed again parts 1 and 2. Those two are very close to the original episodes (so lot of dialogue not mine), but I figured since those eps were big on the exposition, i shouldn't mess with them too much. Further episodes will be more different I promise. Don't stop yourself from reading though ;)

TEASER

The lone figure sat huddled within the shadows of the attic. So much had happened in this place, more than most people ever imagined could. But now that had all changed. Now something had happened, something terribly wrong, and everything they'd come to cherish about this place had been gathered up to slap them in the face. Their sister had been taken from them. No longer would the light she seemed to project whenever she stood among them brighten their lives.

But Prue couldn't leave it alone, it just wasn't right. She was the Big Sister, it was her role to keep her family safe, now more than ever. And now there was only one thing she knew to do to fix this... to try. So with a broken voice, she recited the spell she'd learned by heart over the days she'd contemplated her actions.

Power of the witches rise

Course unseen across the skies

Come to us who call you near

Come to us and settle here.

She looked down at the bowl sitting in her lap, mixed ingredients almost staring up at her in defeat as she let herself cry.

"Please..." her voice was barely a whisper, looking up at the moon outside the window, "Please... just give me my sister back..."

"Prue?" Her head shot up at the sound of the voice, turning back down almost disappointedly when she saw her tiny glimmer of hope had once again been put out.

"Phoebe, I..." The youngest Halliwell sat next to her sister, taking the bowl from her and putting it aside before turning back to Prue.

"It's the middle of the night, why are you up here?"

"You know why..." Prue looked down.

"We've been over this. I miss her... so much. We all do. And I wish there was some way to make it all better, but there isn't. We've tried it, and it hasn't worked."

"It should have." The sisters hugged tightly, the only thing keeping them going being the ongoing presence of the other.

"We should get some rest. Piper deserves this happening properly." Prue nodded and they stood, walking out of the attic arm in arm.

They wouldn't know that the very next morning, bright and early, a young woman's path would redirect itself their way through the intervention of a suddenly-appearing newspaper. They wouldn't know she saw the section telling of the funeral services held that day for Piper Halliwell and hurriedly left the social services office where she worked. They wouldn't know... not before much more happened, changes and surprises just waiting for the right time to reveal themselves...