A/N: New story being started by me, but I'll still finish my other. Don't worry.
The story starts at the end of season one. Piper casts a dangerous spell.

A Spell is Cast

Prologue

Piper huffed up the stairs. No more. No more magic, no more witches, and certainly no more demons. Piper didn't like the idea when it first started and she didn't like it now.

She flipped angrily through the book of shadows. She had seen the spell weeks ago when she was thinking of they, her sisters, Prue and Phoebe, and her, had gotten into this mess. She knew how it started, of course. Phoebe, on that fateful night, read the spell starting it all. And Phoebe had eagerly accepted the powers and responsibility, throwing caution into the wind as usual - not thinking of consequences. Prue had rebelled against it and got quite angry at their youngest sister, but... Piper saw that flicker of excitement when she used her telekinesis, saw how excited and good she felt with the power. But Piper? Piper had been reluctantly dragged into the situation with her sisters. The only upside of the entire situation that Piper saw was that she couldn't hurt others with her powers, like Prue had the power to, and she couldn't get hurt by her powers, as Phoebe did every time she had a premonition.

The upside did not outweigh the downsides. Demons were one. Phoebe had almost gotten killed tonight, a demon almost piercing her heart. And Prue got seriously injured in the process of saving her. That's when Piper decided enough was enough. Prue would be angry at her if she was found, trying to convince Piper that she was fine and that they had to kill the demons of the world. Phoebe would be upset and a bit angry, but Piper wasn't afraid of Phoebe finding her. The youngest Halliwell sister had gone to bed early, shaky, and was now sleeping soundly.

Piper smiled as she ran her fingers over the page. To change a destiny, it read in flourishing gold letters. Piper murmured to herself.

Destiny that should not be
Return it to the ones
Who see
Return it to the mists of time
To be carried on
To another time

Piper frowned as she felt nothing. Maybe it is a power of three spell, she said to herself, before it all went to black.