Chris is a normal boy and knows nothing of his powers yet. Wyatt, Leo and Piper decided it was best to bind them. But somehow, he gets them.

The Discovery of Magic

Chapter One: Cut and Bind

Haliwell Manor:

Twelve year old Chris knows that there is something different about his family, but he's never quite placed what it was. He, unlike his brother, is a loner and a nerd. His brother, for some reason, goes to a different school than him, a better school than him. His father was never around, and his mother and aunts were always caught up in 'business'. Or that's what they told him. And he believed them, finding no better reason for their absences.

Chris whinged at his mother "Why can't I come with you on business, why do I always have to go to the day care centre? I'm always the oldest there, it's so boring!"

"Chris, you know I can't take you with me when I do business, so stop whinging," Piper told her youngest son. Then his father walked through the door, and told Piper to get a move on.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." She said "Chris," she pointed at the door, an angry look plastered on her face "Go!"

Chris groaned, but moved out the door, and made as if heading toward the Day Care Centre, but he wasn't really going to go there, he'd wag, it wouldn't be the first time, no-one ever seemed to notice anyway. Sometimes, he took this as if were to his advantage, though really, he knew he was just hiding his true feelings. In all honesty, his family not caring for him hurt him deeply.

He turned around the corner, out of sight from his family. He stayed silent and still for about five minutes, and turned to peek. His family was gone. He sprinted back at the house, giving people as little time as possible to see him. He pulled his key from his pocket, and slid it in the door.

"Home sweet home" he breathed. He moved swiftly to his room. Then he grabbed his survival kit.

"Let's head for the hills, buddy" he said, and called his dog. The he was off. Buddy ran ahead of him, though they were both running fast. Buddy knew the route well, because he was heading for the place where he and buddy always went. In about half an hour of sprinting, Chris was a little tired.

They stopped. They were out of the city, and far away from civilisation. Chris looked at his surroundings. There was a pool of water, over there, it was just a shallow dip, but it was such a hot day today.

He recalled something he had read in a book. "If you concentrate really hard on what you want to come to you, it will. That's how psychic powers work" he decided to try it, with a laugh of scorn.

Everyone knew that psychic powers didn't exist. Even his mother and aunts and brother said so. But, he tried anyway. He closed his eyes, thinking this would be the best way to work. Then he opened them again, shuffled around in his bag and pulled out a cup. He closed his eyes again, after setting the cup down at his feet. He concentrated hard on the pure clean water.

Then he concentrated on his cup, going over to the water, and dipping in and getting some water. He reopened his eyes. He was sorely disappointed. His cup was empty, and the cup hadn't moved an inch, though he had been concentrating so hard that his head hurt. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'I'll just keep trying.' He resolved then and there that he would learn to access his powers.

The next few weeks he spent hiding out in the library. His mother approved, and told him early the week after that instead of sending him to the day-care centre while she went on business, she would let him stay at the library. He had grumbled a reply, but was really quite pleased.

The library had a great many books, and a shelf-full of ones on psychic powers. One that he read told him to close his eyes and imagine hiss inner power. He really couldn't imagine what good this would do, but felt something urging him to do it anyway.

So he did it. He saw a pond, of pure white, residing in his body, really large. He relaxed into it. Then he realised that there were chains around it. Then he saw the huge padlock. He let out a cry of dismay.

Someone had blocked him access to his own powers! He grumbled. How would he undo the lock? He didn't have a pick that would be suitable, he decided. "Bother!" He said loudly. He librarian glared at him. "Sorry" he whispered. He sat back on his haunches, and tried to think. He might have sat there for hours, if the his mother hadn't come and told him to come home, but he didn't stop thinking about it

When he went home, Wyatt was there; apparently school had finished for the year. "Hey Chris" he said.

Chris regarded him "Hello, Wyatt" he said coldly.

Wyatt was taken aback. He stared as Chris stalked to his room. "What's up with him mum?"

"I really don't know," said Piper. "He was fine when I dropped him off at the library"

"The library? You let him go to the library? Alone?"

Piper looked at him "Of course I did" her eyebrows rose at his disbelieving expression.

"Do I have to spell it out for you? The library has books on Wicca, and how to learn to use it."

Piper's mouth fell wide open "Oh. But didn't we bind his powers?"

Wyatt looked at her, "But if he finds out about magic…" Piper caught his drift, and a horrified look replaced her confused one. Wyatt walked out of the door.

The librarian looked up from the desk. "Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?"

Wyatt looked at the librarian "Hi, um. Did you see a young boy about so high come in today" Wyatt lifted his hand to the height that he estimated to be Chris's and gave a description.

"Yes," said the librarian "He seemed rather bothered about something"

"Where was he?"

"In the 100's section" Wyatt said thanks, and walked over to them.

He soon reached the shelf that Chris had been sitting at and studying all day. After a quick examination of the area, he realised that his suspicions had been correct. Chris had been looking through these books. He opened one, and found some notes in Chris's handwriting.

1. I tried the visualisation exercise.

2. Found chains and padlock on my powers

3. Tried to open lock

4. Won't open by imaginary key,

5. no power leaks or weaknesses,

6. wont open by eating a key(That's just stupid)

7. Can't ask Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe, or mum or Wyatt.

8. Won't ask dad.

9. I know what to do now!!!

Wyatt felt sick. The last words had just appeared on the page while he was looking at it. The ink had scrawled itself across the page, coming from apparently nowhere. Chris knew how to use his powers. This would mean Chris was now in danger, as the newest item for the demons to kidnap, and turn. He felt even worse. They should never have bound Chris's powers in the first place. It was all his fault. He ran to the toilets, taking the notes with him, ink still shining wet. He orbed into Haliwell Manor. "Mum!" "Aunty Paige, Aunty Phoebe!"

"Wyatt, what is it" they all came running into the kitchen.

"Chris has gotten his powers," he said weakly

"Don't be stupid!" Said Phoebe "We bound them"

"And he found out how to unbind them" He showed them the sheet. While they were reading another line appeared on the bottom.

10. Now I have my powers, I just need to find out what they are and I'll be fine! I can run away and live by myself, away from my stupid selfish family.

They all shivered, Wyatt included. "That's what happened when I was in the library. There was only eight, and the ninth one appeared. Now there are ten. The thing is, how on earth is he doing this, there's no spell, and as far as we know, no power."

They all looked at Wyatt in consideration. "We can't tell him we know he's got powers," they said simultaneously. Wyatt nodded.

"He's got to figure out how to use them himself"