A/N: Alrighty, this is just for fun, I was reading Harry Potter and it made me want to write it! The continuing will probably depend on the response it gets, but I'm not expecting much :P

Disclaimer: I don't own either HP or Charmed

"Molly, please," Dumbledore begged. "He's got to stay with you and your family, just until the school year starts."

"Albus, I barely have enough from my children," She reasoned. "Besides, he's a danger to us all!"

"He's not like his brother, he can be saved." Dumbledore insisted. "Please."

"Alright, but if he causes one problem, he's out, do you hear me?"

"Thank you, Molly." Dumbledore smiled and disappeared with a flick of his wand. When he came back, he was holding a teen dressed in all black, passed out cold with very distinctive battle scars everywhere but his face. "Thank you, and remember, no one can know who he is unless he decides to tell them."

"Just help me get him upstairs to Ronald's room." She said leading the way while Albus followed.

"Of course," They made their way and Dumbledore placed his on the bottom bunk bed.

"Albus, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly asked, very worried.

"Let's just hope for the best."

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Chris awoke the next day with a pounding headache. The last thing he remembered was being in his room planning out a battle sequence, hearing a popping noise, and then blackness. Unaware of his surroundings he shot right up, hitting his head on the top bunk.

"What the-! Ow…" He shouted, rubbing his awful bed head covered head. Then is struck him. "Where the hell am I?"

"Who's being so loud?" A groaning accented voice came from above Chris. He orbed away, being stopped by some sort of enchantment and falling to the middle of the room. Standing up, he looked around to the odd décor. The entire room was orange. He mostly focused on the person on the bed. A redheaded sixteen year old laid across a bed clearly to small for his height.

"What-?" Chris demanded looking all around him. Ron propped himself up with his elbow, finally glancing at Chris.

"Who, the bloody hell, are you?" He scrambled back, plastered to the wall and pointing.

"I asked you first."

"You showed up in my room while I was asleep, I think I get priority here!" Ron trembled. There was pounding on the staircase and someone yelled up.

"Breakfast is ready!" They were in unison with another. A younger girl ran past the doorway, headed down the stairs. Chris started to follow her, stepping into the most peculiar house he'd ever seen. The height seemed to go on forever, crowded with staircases leading to rooms.

"Oy! Where are you going, mate?" Ron jumped down from the bunk and caught up to Chris, who was descending the stairs. When they got to the kitchen located at the bottom of the stairs, ten heads were staring at Chris who stared right back.

"Who-" George started.

"The Bloody Hell-" Fred continued.

"Are you?" They demanded together. The teenage redhead and brunette girls were silently perplexed and who seemed to be the mom was smiling. There were many other boys at the table, all with red-hot hair. Chris mainly looked at a boy his same age, with dark hair and a weird scar. He seemed familiar. He was broken out of straining his memory for answers when a hand touched on his shoulder. He jumped away.

"Will someone please tell me where I am?" A sound of desperation rang through Chris' voice.

"You're at the Burrow, but why? Who are you?" The brunette girl stood up and asked.

"This is Chris, everyone. He'll be staying here with us until the school year starts on Dumbledore's orders." Molly spoke forwards. When the words 'Dumbledore's orders' left her mouth everyone calmed except for Chris, who had no idea who that was.

"You people are crazy if you think I'm just going to stay here. I have a life, you know. I don't even know who you are or who the hell Dumblydore is." Chris shouted. "I need to get back-"

"Dumbledore, the man's name is Dumbledore," Harry corrected.

"Who are you?" Chris asked, fed up with not knowing names.

"Harry, Harry Potter." He answered. "Wait, you don't know?"

"Should I?" His eyes shifted through the crowd.

"Mum, is he muggle born?" Ginny asked in curiosity.

"Ginny dear, why don't you go upstairs and start packing your trunk?" She encouraged. Ginny scowled and headed upstairs.

"What does muggle born mean?" Chris wondered.

"That you're a wizard or witch without magical parents." Hermione answered.

"Yeah right, that's impossible." He looked at her confused face. "Who are you, again?"

"Hermione Granger, and" She answered. "I happen to be muggle born."

"So uh, back to the original question, what's the Burrow?"

"Our home." Mr. Weasley responded, joining the conversation. "Hello,"

"Where is that exactly?" Chris stared at the odd clothing of Mr. Weasley. "I have a feeling I'm not in America anymore…"

"England," Harry helped. Chris' eyes went wide.

"England? No, no, no, no…" His eyes were watering and he stared at his feet.

"Are you alright, mate?" One of the twins asked him.

"I can't be here." He responded, bringing his head up.

"If you don't mind me asking, why?" Mr. Weasley asked hesitantly.

"Have you forgotten we're at war?" Chris asked. "Riddle will be here before you finish your tea."

"Don't use that name in my household!" Molly corrected. "We will not be discussing you-know-who."

"I need to get out of here before he finds out I'm here or there is going to be warfare. I don't want to get you all involved more than you already are, which is little according to the statement that man just made. Is the anti-orb spell up around the entire house?"

"He can't find you here." Harry informed. "Your safe."

"I'm not worried about my safety, I'm worried about yours." He broke. "I don't care whether or not I'm alive, I only care that he isn't, meaning if anything or anyone gets in my way I might not hesitate to… remove them."

This stunned everyone in the room. They looked in both slight horror and terrible confusion.

"You'd kill an innocent man?" Harry accused.

"Of coarse not, but then again, if they were helping him, they wouldn't be so pure, would they?" His words seemed to calm everyone but Molly down.

"Would you stop saying his name?" Molly screamed.

"Fear of the name only increases fear of the person." Chris and Harry said at the same time.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I don't want you to get involved in this battle. It's not pretty." Chris made for the door and Fred and George appeared in front of him with a popping noise.

"If Dumbledore says you should be here, you are staying, mate." George said with a smile.

"I can't stay with a bunch of everyday wizards! You couldn't protect yourselves if your life depended on it and like I've said, I don't want you to be-"

"Everyday wizards?" Harry stood up and Chris turned to look at him. "I've fought Voldemort more times than you can imagine."

"He's right, you know." Ron added. "And Hermione's a brilliant genius!"

"You said wizard like it was a bad thing. Are you not one yourself?" Hermione asked, slowly.

"I am, but I-" Chris started before a crash occurred. Everyone- Ron, George, Fred, Molly, Arthur, Harry, Hermione and Chris- ran to the front yard to see fire and three death eaters laughing. Chris was in the front, eyes locked on one in particular.

"I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!" Lestrange taunted, Harry running after her, Arthur right behind him. Chris' attention stayed stuck on a witch with a terrifying smile waving her fingers at him. Letting out a piercing laugh, she stepped forwards. Her thick, blonde, wavy hair was blowing in the wind and she was chewing on the end of her bloodstained wand with her razor sharp white teeth. The dark plum lipstick caught the drastic pale color of her skin as well as the deep green eyes locked on her target. Chris pushed through the crowd of people with one goal in mind- to kill her.

"What a pleasure, Lord Christopher Halliwell." Her voice drained in sarcasm as his anger boiled beyond control. The twins looked at each other and back at him, shocked at the information brought towards them. He was a Halliwell? They ruled America with an iron fist at the moment. The terrible rumors they'd heard gave them sick stomachs, but to be faced with the real thing…

"You… you murdered her!" He sprang forwards, conjuring Excalibur in a cloud of thick dark smoke. Hermione's eyes never left the gleaming sword.

"Your mumsie? Poor little bitsy baby Christopher." She mocked through her British accent. "I still remember the taste of pain you had, crying as I drained every… last… living part of her weak being. No blood ever tasted sweeter, I'll tell you that, my dear."

"She's a vampire," Fred whispered to George. "I remember Quirell talking about them, a few years ago."

"I'll kill you." Chris growled. "I swear to god, Ester, I'll kill you."

"No, no, no, that won't do," She scolded smiling. She raised her wand sending off offensive spells towards the boy, who was blocking every with the sword's power. He got rid of Excalibur, once more in the cloud, and something else appeared. A wand.

"INCENDO!" He cast, causing Ester to collapse screaming bloody murder as she burned for a moment. Chris walked over, kicking her face just hard enough to almost knock her unconscious. He knelt over her, pressing his right forearm in her throat and aiming his wand at her face in his left.

"You have to mean it," She managed to cough out. "Otherwise it won't work."

"Shut up!" He gripped his wand harder, trying to find the words to end her life. "Avad-"

"No!" A voice came from behind him, pulling Chris off her, stopping him mid-spell.