My Insanity

By: RavenHeart101

A: N- This is a re-write of my story My Insanity because I feel I rushed things too much. This chapter is exactly the same. Since someone pointed it out to me that The CO's didn't know how to summon a spirit until the 4th season, pretend that Penny came down all on her own. This should be happening at around the third season, or late second, and between the forth and fifth book, during the summer. I hope all the people who read the original version will read and review this one too!

Disclaimer- None of this material belongs to me, as in Harry Potter or Charmed.

Harry isn't James and Lily's child, he is Prue and Sirius'. And, he doesn't know that. But, when he is kidnapped by Voldemort and The Charmed Ones come to his rescue will Gram's secret be spilled? Not for Ron, Ginny, and most of the Weasleys and Dumbledore lovers.


Chapter one-


The moon hung high as Harry Potter looked out the window at Number 4 Privet Drive. His green eyes were mirrored with lust and his head hit the window with a thump. It was his 15th birthday, he only had a few more minuets to wait. The Dursleys had left for the week leaving him in to the whole house by himself. Hedwig rattled in her cage, looking at him with her fierce yellow eyes. "Hey, girl," Harry tore himself away from the window, "Want to go out for a ride?" Hedwig gave him a look saying, and what leave this cage? How will you ever do that?

Harry smirked and held up Uncle Vernon's keys. Unlocking the cage that kept his bird without freedom, he opened the window and Hedwig shot out, glad to be in the fresh air again. She gave her owner a look that said clearly, Be back in a few.

"Ahh, now Harry Potter," He spun around as his scar gave a burst of pain. Voldemort was standing in front of him waving Harry's wand in his face, "No use of protection do you, Harry? You're going to wish you had died with that boy last year,"

"To bad," Harry sneered, "I already do," He threw a punch at Voldemort and it landed in the Dark Lords face, causing him to stumble back wards. By the time he regained composer over himself Harry had already shot out the door and house, running down the street at a sickening pace. Why did this have to happen to him? There was pop and Voldemort appeared in front of him,

"Not so fast, Potter." He grabbed Harry around the waist before he could even react aperating into a place that smelled of dead rats, piss and blood. Voldemort threw him to the ground. "You're going to pay for that Potter, Crucio!" Harry tried his hardest not to scream, but as he withered on the floor, he couldn't help but let out a pathetic whimper.


(San Francisco)


"Hey, Piper, what 'cha cooking?" Said Prudence Halliwell plopping down in a chair at the island. Her little sister looked over at her,

"Chicken, yummy, yummy chicken."

"Well, I'm sure about the yummy, yummy part. It sure smells good." Prue exclaimed grabbing the newspaper and turning to page B2.

"You've been looking at that thing all day, don't you get bored?" Piper said turning around from the oven giving Prue a deserving glare. She plucked the paper out of her hand,

"Hey! That's rude Pippy," she used her telekinesis to grab the paper back,

"No fair! That's personal gain!"

"Screw personal gain, I want to read the paper!"

"No one's going to be screwing anything, at least not yet. We've had a change of plans," Phoebe Halliwell, the youngest, entered the kitchen, sitting in the chair next to Prue.

"Why do we have a change of plans?" Piper asked pulling a chair up a cross from Phoebe.

"I've had a vision. Of, well, of,"

"Carry on Pheebs," said Prue, laying a hand on her shoulder,

"Of a boy- he looked about 15, he was- well- being tortured."

"What?!"


(England)


"Now, what are we going to do with you?" Voldemort asked cruelly kneeling down to Harry's side. "Well, for one I'm going to make you bleed until you'll be begging for me to end your misery. You, Harry Potter, are going to have a nice slow death. WORMTAIL!" The fat man with barely any hair left entered the piss smelling room, bowing low.

"Ye-ye-ye-yes my Lord?" Wormtail or Peter Pettigrew asked in a small stuttering voice.

"Slit his wrists. And tie him to that chair," Voldemort pointed to an old steel chair in the corner of the room, "do you know Harry. James and Lily Potter aren't your real parents,"

"What?" Harry asked disbelieving as Wormtail left the room for a knife.

"Your mother is a very powerful witch your father you know, sort of. They had you when your mother was only 15 years old. They had their memory's erased and gave you to the Potters and here you are now. Harry James Potter. Now I don't want to spoil the fun for you, WORMTAIL HURRY UP!"

"Right here master," Wormtail reentered the room with a very sharp knife in his hand. Harry was put on the chair after being knocked out by the Dark Lord, tight ropes binding his wrists to the cold steel. Wormtail brought down the knife slicing each wrist as blood pored out.

"Good bye, Phoenix Halliwell…" Said Voldemort as he closed the door behind him and Wormtail leaving the 15 year old boy to die.


(The piss smelling room)


"Are you sure this is the place Phoebe?" Prue asked as she and her sisters stepped through the door of the horrid smelling building.

"Yes," Phoebe looked around the room, "Right through this door I think," She, Piper and Prue ran over to the heavy steel door trying and failing to open it. "Piper, blow it!"

"Right," Piper held up her hands flicking her wrists. The door flew open backwards and they were met with a scary sight. Right in the middle of the room was the boy from Phoebe's vision, his wrists slit, oozing blood all over the floor. "Oh my God," The sisters (minus Prue) were shocked still. Prue rushed forward,

"Piper call Leo," The boy looked up at her voice, she gasped, he had the most shocking blue/green eyes. "Hey, you, hang in there ok?"

"Who are you?" He whispered shakily.

"I'm Prue Halliwell and those are my sisters. We're going to get you out of here ok?"

The boy swallowed and nodded as he looked back down. "PIPER!" Prue's sharp voice snapped her and Phoebe back to reality,

"Right, sorry," She looked up at the roof, "LEO!" a few seconds later white lights appeared,

"Look Piper, you can't just call me when ever you want to, I do have other cli-"

"I know Leo but we need some healing," Phoebe pointed over at the boy in the chair.

"Oh god," Leo sprinted towards Prue and the boy, "What happened?"

"We'll explain everything, after you heal him," Prue said her voice laced with concern. When she tried to look at his eyes again she realized he had passed out, probably because of the blood loss, she thought. "And hurry on that healing thing." Leo held his hands over the boy's right wrist and then the left as the familiar light fell down from his hands. The cuts healed slowly, but they healed.

"Need to be orbed home?" He asked looking around at the three sisters.

"Yes, please." Piper and Phoebe came forward. Piper grabbed his hand, Phoebe touched Piper's arm. Leo grabbed the boy's right hand and Prue touched him. They were soon enveloped in white lights landing in the manor.


"Why is he still in the chair?" Phoebe asked looking down at the boy.

"Duh!" Phoebe ran into the kitchen fetching the scissors. She came skidding back into the room, leaning down and cutting the thick rope off. The boy fell forwards into Prue. He was shaking.

"Ummm, couch?" Piper asked helping Prue lay him down. They left him there, all entering the kitchen only to find Grams hovering in the doorway. "Grams! What are you doing here?"

"Well, I think it's time to tell you, Prue. I can't keep this a secret any longer. Prue you have a kid, you had him when you were 15 with a boy called Sirius Black. I'm so sorry; the Elders didn't want you to know."

Prue didn't look the least bit surprised, however, Piper and Phoebe knew their sister well enough to know she was angry, confused, and a lot more emotions, "The elders didn't want me to know? Well, guess what I have to say about the elders. They should go screw themselves."

"Prudence!" Grams shrieked, "Don't speak like that!" She took a deep breath calming herself down, "I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. When you where 15 you went out with your friends and had, well you know, with this Black boy. You got pregnant, therefore you had the baby. You named him Phoenix Halliwell; he was born July 31, 1980. I had to erase your memory and that boy's. We gave the baby up to the Potters, where it turns out his father is his godfather. We put a spell on him to change the boy's appearance. In addition, everyone forgot that you had a child, everyone but me."

"So the Elders told you to do this?" Piper said, looking at her big sister cautiously.

"Well, no, not to tell you, but they did tell me to give the child up. And, I couldn't just let you keep him, you where very attached to the child already."

"Of course I was attached to the child Grams! I just gave birth to him!" Prue yelled outraged.

"Prue, hunny, you've got to lower your voice, we do have someone sleeping you know." Phoebe said looking behind her cautiously.

"What? Who's here?" Grams questioned quietly.

"Just an innocent Grams, nothing to worry about." Piper said.

"Nothing to worry about? Piper you have to be kidding he was kidnapped, beaten and left to die! That's something to worry about!"

"Prue, calm down." Phoebe said not moving her eyes from the doorway.

"Fine," Prue huffed a sigh, "what did he look like?"

"Well, he had sapphire blue eyes, black hair and was a baby. That's all I know about him." Grams looked defeated.

"Ok, great."


Leo popped back into the room, "He's waking up,"

"Oh, ok, sweetie," Piper hopped down from the stool she had sat upon and grabbed her sisters hands, and pulled them out of the room. Grams following close behind. The boy was sitting up massaging his wrists, he looked up when they entered and Grams gasped. Prue sent her a questioning look, and sat down next to the boy.

"Hi, do you remember me?" He looked at her and blue met blue.

"I think so," He bit his bottom lip, "you saved me right? From Voldemort?"

Prue nodded, and Phoebe blurted out, "Who's Voldemort?"

"You're kidding right? Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You Know Who? Any of those ring a bell?" The sisters, Grams and Leo shook their heads, "I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore… Or London." He muttered and raised his head to look at Piper and Phoebe.

Grams walked over to him, "Who are your parents?" Piper hit her back, "So we can contact them?"

The boy looked down, "Oh. Their names where James and Lily Potter," He bit his lip once more and looked back down at his lap, "It wouldn't matter anyway. Their dead."

Grams' eyes widened, and as she looked at Prue, Phoebe and Piper so did theirs, "No, Grams no!"

"Why Prue? It all fits!" Phoebe exclaimed.

Leo kneeled down next to the boy, "I'm Leo, You?"

"Harry," They shook hands and looked back at the conversation that was going on between the sisters and their grandmother.

"NO it doesn't! It does not fit!" Prue yelled in panic.

"Actually it does, he has the eyes, hair, and looks like you. Prue he is your child! Deal with it!" Piper yelled.

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"Yes, please clue us in," Leo said looking at his charges.

"No Grams don't!" Prue begged.

Grams ignored her protests, "You're Prue's son."