Summary: Wyatt always knew he was twice-blessed and very powerful, but growing massive, pure white wings out his back was not what he expected as his destiny. Can Wyatt find out why he has the wings, keep magic a secret and still finish his homework in time?
Wyatt is fifteen and Chris is thirteen. Leo is a whitelighter and the Charmed Ones still fight demons, although Piper's sons are starting to fight demons with them a lot of the time and the two boys often go on demon hunts together.
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Wyatt sat at his desk, listening to his teacher go on and on about…well, Wyatt really had no idea. It was history yet again and Wyatt had no interest in that subject unless it was to do with demons and even then he'd rather just go and vanquish them than read up on their past. Still, he had no choice but to attend the class, especially after rushing out more than five times over the past week due to "family emergencies". Finally the bell rang and Wyatt shoved his books carelessly in to his bag.
"Hey Wyatt, you should be more careful with them," his best friend, Ryan smiled. "You have history again tomorrow and Miss Dawson really won't be happy if you ruin them."
"Don't remind me," Wyatt groaned. "I have it everyday now! You're right though. I already have a detention for the end of the week and I don't want anymore."
"Well running out of class every five minutes won't help you. The least you could do is look after the books."
"You know I can't help it and I don't really care about some stupid books," Wyatt said as he threw his bag on to his back. Ryan laughed.
"Let's hope no demons have an interest in history…wouldn't want them books burning now would you." Wyatt looked thoughtful for a second at his friend's remark. "You realise you couldn't exactly explain it to her."
Wyatt sighed. "True. Maybe you shouldn't tell me any more ways to get rid of the books."
The two walked through the school corridors and made their way outside. Quickly checking no one was around, Wyatt stopped and turned to Ryan. "Want me to orb you home?"
"No, it's alright. My Mum doesn't like magic remember."
Wyatt nodded in understanding. "I'll never understand her. She has such good powers and yet refuses to use them."
"Well, it was hard when Dad turned…I'll never give up on my powers though. It's like a part of me," Ryan said and began walking again. Wyatt watched as his friend walked off, wishing he could help in some way.
"See ya," he yelled before walking around to the back of the school where he could orb home. As soon as he got home he threw his bag down and went up to his room. He was surprised to see Chris sitting on his bed.
"Hey, Wy," Chris grinned. "Demon hunt?"
"Wyatt laughed. "Always. Let's go." Chris orbed out and Wyatt followed.
The next morning Wyatt woke up and groaned. He rolled over, refusing to open his eyes and believe it was morning. However, it was not to be.
"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, get out of bed now! You'll be late for school."
"Sleepy," Wyatt muttered.
"I'm not surprised! I don't know what time you came back last night, but I know you went demon hunting yesterday. Don't think you can get away with it either and you can wash your own clothes. It's not easy getting blood and demon guts off you know."
"Mum."
"No, I don't want to hear it. Just get up. I'm going to go and wake your brother," Piper said and walked out the room. A minute later Wyatt heard his Mum yelling at Chris and grinned as he heard his brother protesting. It didn't do any good as he saw Chris walk out his room, being forced by Piper, at the same time he walked out his room.
"Morning Chris," Wyatt said, receiving a sleepy look back.
"Come on," Piper said. "Breakfast, dressed and then off to school. No orbing there either."
The two boys groaned, but didn't argue. Soon they were both at school and, yet again, Wyatt had history.
He walked as slowly as possible to his first class, meeting Ryan on the way, and they both entered the classroom together, receiving annoyed looks from the teacher who was just about to begin. The two slipped quietly in to their seats and took out their books.
Wyatt was soon in his own world again. It wasn't to last though as he soon got an itch on his back. No matter how much he scratched or moved around it wouldn't go and about half way through the lesson he just couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and rushed out the room, determined to find the problem and stop the itching.
All that was left in his chair was a pure white feather.
