First , I have found a kind person to help me do the BETA thingy , please give your round applause to ' loving4tommorow ' which is currently her name .

Second … sorry , ' Proud-to-be-Insane ' , I didn't have the heart too in the end … good luck with your personal ' problem ' .

As I once mentioned , it's an AU story which means not everything is exactly the same as the original .

For example , Chris technically doesn't have any magic power … for now . I don't always follow how the characters personality does in certain scene . I do not tend to let them living at their famous housing area . I also have a lot of original characters in the future if things go as plan .

Happy to say please stay calm and enjoy the story … hopefully … maybe … I guess … go on .

It's slash if you didn't noticed by now , hope you have fun .

P.S: There's a lot of grammar mistakes , I know but I sort of change it after my BETA helped and advised me so … no plot change , just quite some grammar changes.

( Mysterious Boy arc start )

CHAPTER 1-MAYBE WE CAN MAKE IT ALRIGHT

Location: Wales School of Magic, The Principal's Office

"Do I have to remind you that you are on your third warning for violating the school rules and challenging a teacher's authority, Mr. Halliwell?" Principal Kern asked.

Wyatt, who was sitting across the desk avoiding eye contact with the Principal, shrugged at her question as he folded his arms.

"It's not your business you old hag…" Wyatt muttered almost inaudibly, half hoping that she wouldn't hear it, but not really caring overall. He sat facing the mirror that was near his side; seeing that the sun had begun to set, the two people sighed. Knowing that his mother was going to question his three-hour absence, Wyatt sighed even deeper.

The principal held sympathy in her eyes as she looked at the poor young Halliwell. He certainly didn't take his newfound fame too well, or so she guessed. Seeing that it was nearly 6 p.m., she decided to put away the papers that she was supposed to write due the fight Wyatt had been in earlier; it could wait. She stood up from her chair and slowly walked over to Wyatt.

"Mr. Halliwell, I assumed that you know the purpose of why this school was even created in the first place; it's because--"

"It's because the Magic School is a place where young or novice witches or supernatural beings learn to improve their magical craft, ya di ya da exactra exactra blah blah blah," Wyatt cut her off using a sarcastic tone. "Geez, I don't need to hear this every time I walk past here!" He raised his voice, eager to get home and avoid any serious punishment.

Principal Kern sighed again. He certainly added to the old troublemaker stereotype.

"Yes, I'm glad that you still remember…" she said. This wasn't the first time he'd been here and it certainly wouldn't be the last, she thought, as she adjusted her old, worn, pink-framed spectacles from the 70's. "Look Wyatt." She placed her hand softly on his shoulder, making him feel a bit irrelevant, despite being the entirety of the offending party. "I can't say I know what's going on in that complicated mind of yours but I do know that part of it is because of your status isn't it?" It was less of a question and more of a statement.

Wyatt slowly shed his angry countenance, softening his face a little, slightly taken aback at how Principal Kern had known.

"I know being labeled as the Twice-Blessed child has put a lot of burden on you (might be better as 'burdened you'), and I know it's hard to keep up with the reputation, but you must take at least a few of the responsibilities--"

"What do you know?" Wyatt turned his face, cutting the principal off for the second time that day. "It's not like I wanted to be 'The Twice–Blessed,'" he spat the name out, "So don't pretend you know what it's like." His eyebrow rose defiantly.

"Oh, don't worry," she replied dryly. "I haven't the slightest clue". Principal Kern held her breath, trying to calm down. Getting angry with a student at six o'clock was just not an option. She had dinner to cook.

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Wyatt's P.O.V

Location: The Garden Lake, on the pebble trail

"Hey 'Idiot Red'." A voice came and it annoyed the hell out of me.

"I told you not to call me that!" He simply shrugged. "You're not as good yourself, 'Idiot Black'."

"I happen to like it, if you don't mind," he replied. "We both really live up to the part of the 'Dummy Rangers'." He grinned.

"Yeah, but don't count me in!" I just kept on walking on the pebble road.

"How'd it go?" the voice asked me as he jogged slowly, trying to catch up with me.

"As usual, she gave me some bull reasoning and acted like she knows me; it's always the same and I just don't really give a damn. I don't know why she keeps bothering me." I was fuming but I just kept on walking, ignoring anything else around me. "That annoying cow held me after school. So now I'm going to be late again; it's my third time this month, and I promise you my parents are not going to like this."

As the slight freezing air tingled on my face, I tried to calm down; it was a better option than blowing some stuff up.

"Well, I can see that but could you slow down a bit, I'm running out of air here!" the boy exclaimed as he kept on jogging to keep up with me

I slowed down my pace substantially, it's not like I could just wait for him; every second I waste means an additional second my mom's fury has to mount.

"Hey…" he put his hand on my back, using me as a handle for support I suppose. "I…you…" he kept on breathing heavily, not getting the point, which frustrated me even more.

"Dia, just spit it out!" I yelled, almost too harshly, as I felt him shivering while I shouted at him without turning back.

"I'm sorry Wyatt…"

Maybe I am a bit too harsh at times…he's not actually much of a sport person anyway. I stopped and turned around, watching as my timid cousin walked slowly and staggered a bit.

"Hey, I should be the one saying sorry; you want me to walk slower, so I should…is your asthma acting up?"

"It's fine, I'm okay." He flapped his hand dismissively at me and put on a fake smile, I know he's trying his best to be strong. He can't really help it though he's always been sickly. "Sorry for being a burden…" he muttered, his face turning from pale to disappointed.

Okay that certainly killed the mood. I needed to change the mad dissension into melancholic depression. I turned around, seeing that he was in a foul mood, quickly.

"So…" I started, still lingering at my thoughts, hoping to change the subject. "How is your magic practice going on?" Yes, that would work.

"Oh!" His face quickly lit up and I put on a smile as well, happy that the plan had worked. "It's working out better than I thought…I can't actually sense in a large area but I'm able to effectively define my mother's mode of thought and her love towards my dad." He smiled proudly.

"Well nice to see one of us is making some progress…" I sighed. Damn, today is just harrowing.

"Still having difficulties with orbing, I'm going to assume?" Though he lacked completely in any physical strength, Dia certainly backed that up with his brainpower.

"Are you using your empathy power on me, or am I that obvious?" I joked.

"Well, it certainly doesn't take a genius to figure out your mind," he replied with a smirk.

That could only mean one thing.

"Are you implying that I'm stupid?" That's his taunting smile; I've been seeing it for years, perhaps even as far back as when he was born, and I certainly did not enjoy all the mocking.

His face had regained its color as his infamous smirk had grew even wider. "Well…" he pretended to think for a moment past me. "I'm not saying you are, but your grades do more or less explain it all." He continued to walk off.

Feeling irked with his answer, I quickly turned to catch up with him; I refused to give him the satisfaction of winning.

"Hey, I always passed my weekly P.E test, you know." I slung my arm across his shoulder as we both walked at the same pace.

"Which only proves the old saying, all brawn and no brains. P.E is the only one test that you've passed with flying colors OR at all even." He tilted his glasses' frames, damn I always hated that. "Besides, who's the boy who thought that a hot dog was actually made from dog?" He narrowed his eyes and glanced at me, questioning my level of intelligence.

"Hey, that was when I was ten!" I protested. "Besides, it's not my fault the stupid food industry gave it that stupid name; how was I supposed to know hot dogs are actually made of chicken?" I eyed him back.

"Well, use your brain, dummy. Besides, 'Hot Chicken' isn't too catchy is it?" He eyed me once again; he was seriously testing my patience.

"They could call it Hot Wings you know, or maybe Hot Wheels."

"Hot Wheels had been taken and it applies to cars. I feel I'm talking to a premature ape."

Damn his arrogance and intelligence!

I just ignored him; knowing that I was gonna lose, I preferred to give up rather than have another 'prep–talk' with him.

We kept on walking while I tried my best to block out anything that came from my cousin's mouth, I almost just wanted to seal it with my magic. Thinking about it now, it didn't seem like a bad idea, save for that whole 'Personal Gain' thing. It's a pesky business, being a witch and all…suddenly he pulled out something to drink…oh it's his one of his juice boxes, he always had a bizarre taste in beverages, what flavor is it this time…what 'Cod–Fish flavor'!? Damn he's weird…and he's enjoying it, ew! I think I'm starting to get a bit nauseous…

"Hey!" My thoughts were interrupted when Grandia called me; damn he ruined my plans.

"What?" His reason better be good.

"What is that little kid doing over there…?" he trailed off, still sucking at the straw.

I turned my head and my attention towards where he pointed…it wasn't far but I could clearly see a boy standing just a few inches from the deep lake.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I've never even seen the kid before."

"Yeah, I didn't notice him before either." His face looks like he's in a deep thought. "It's like he just…suddenly appeared out of nowhere--"

Just as Dia finished speaking, the unknown boy slumped forward and fell straight into the lake, causing a huge 'thump' on its previously calm surface.

"What the heck...!"

END OF CHAPTER 1

Characters bio ( it's based on the chapters , if no changes between it there won't be any changes )

Wyatt Haliwell
Age ( Current ) : 13
Height : 5'6
Personality : Loyal to the one he cares and also have quite a short fuse .
Likes : ( Currently Unknown )
Bio:
Only son of Piper and Leo Haliwell . Having difficulties facing responsibilities due to his ' Twice - Blessed child ' title and in his studies as well but his sportsmanship is put to his advantage . Known as ' Idiot Red ' as part of the ' Dummy Rangers ' in the school .

Grandia Haliwell
Age ( current ) : 13
Height : 5'4
Personality : Emotionless … he rarely smiles .
Likes : Unusual beverages ( For example , ' Cod-Fish ' , ' Squid ' , ' Wasabi Cola ' just to name a few )
Bio :
Second son of Coop and Phoebe Haliwell . Ever since the death of both his parents and the brother he loved the most , he had lost interest in the world in general and considered everything , especially studying as pointless . Known as ' Idiot Black ' and team leader of the ' Dummy Rangers ' in the school .

After reading this , I'm proud of myself not because it's the best damn thing out there , it's because this is the first time I didn't quit after the first chapter cause chapter two is currently in progress ... but after Chinese New Year of course .

That's the current introduction … yes I killed Phoebe off even without giving her a chance … happy holidays .

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR !!! ( 7th February 2008 )