I do not own Harry Potter or Charmed or any of the characters that are in them.

This is a rewrite from my original version, so parts will be the same, similar and some completely different.

This is an AU so that means that Sirius did not die. Some Luna/Neville thing going on as well. If you don't like the idea, don't read it. They won't be main characters, but they will feature in the story.

WARNING: There will be a slash pairing or two. Don't read if you don't like it. Also some OOCness.

Summary: Harry Potter has been betrayed by most of those that he had trusted with his life. Now on the run, he and Hermione head to San Francisco looking for a quieter life. But what happens when things don't go the way that they had planned? They meet the charmed ones and their children, fall in love and finds out that this is where they belong. Nothing is that simple though, trouble will find them, and bringing with it the past that they both had sought to leave behind.

Main Pairings: Harry/?, Hermione/?

Poll up for choosing.

October 23rd - Ministry of Magic

The courtroom was filled with noise as many people glared down at the defiant raven haired young man. His seemingly glowing emerald eyes bored into the minister's, Cornelius Fudge, as the man smirked in obvious Triumph. As the man shifted in discomfort at the chains that held him to the rigid chair, Fudge's face seemed to be nearly splitting in two.

"Harold James Potter you are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban for the murder of Eric and Helen Granger, Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley. There will be no chance for bail."

Harry closed his eyes, fear twisting in his gut at the mere thought of the place that his godfather, Sirius Black, had been thrown into without trial for twelve years. Although, he mused silently as he took in the mixture of shouts of approval, the sound of some crying, and a few still proclaiming his innocence, things couldn't get any worse that it currently is right now. Hmm...maybe he should knock on wood.

Harry's eyes darted around, scanning the crowd in a near feverish way as he was dragged away by an expressionless Kingsley and a young auror who seemed to believe that Harry would turn around and curse him even though he was chained and without a wand. Where did Fudge find these people?

His eyes finally locked on Hermione Granger, one of his best friends since first year, as she looked at him as she cried. Eyes swimming with emotion, her voice was impaired by her tears and deep gulps of air, but he had heard her. She still believed in him. She believes that he didn't kill anyone. She's sticking by his side without any notion that she was going to up and leave him anytime soon. Figuratively speaking of course.

His heart seemed to swell at the sight of seeing his 'sister' stand up to defend him, even when he had been accused of murdering her parents in cold blood. She knew the truth. Knew him enough to know that he didn't take sadistic pleasure in the torture and killing of other human beings.

He was momentarily distracted by Ron Weasley. Donned in auror robes and acting even more of an idiot than his older brother, Percy, the redhead was one of many who had said that he was guilty. He was one of the many who had shouted for the dementors kiss, too. Maybe the way that Ron was acting now was because of him. It was no secret to Harry what Ron was always jealous of him. Whether it would be because of money, fame, attention, being magically more powerful or even because he was closer to Hermione. What might have pushed him over the edge was the fact that Harry was chosen to be auror over him. Harry had declined, the thought of working under Fudges orders in a fashion made his skin crawl. Whatever the reason, it had caused Harry to think for one panicked second that his heart had stopped. The sting of the betrayal of one of his best friend's was deep and painful.

Ginny and Percy glared at him from their own seats close to the front. Ginny. The young woman was beautiful, Harry couldn't deny that. She was funny, sneaky, up to this point thought loyal, and had a fiery temper to match her hair. Harry was near in love with her, and she him. Or so he had thought. Her eyes that had always held a warm welcoming glow to them now shot him cold, angry looks mingled with disgust. It tore at his heart.

The ex head boy held a weariness in his eyes though, not something that Harry would have put with him. The look had made his face look much more tired and older. He was sitting by Fudge, his hands fiddling with the quill that was in his hands. It was a nervous habit that he always had. Harry didn't have time to puzzle over the strange emotions that Percy had shown when he glanced down at him, the look of hatred oddly absent from his otherwise angry expression.

His resigned eyes landed on Mrs Weasley next, catching her just as she shook her head. The motherly woman, her face so normally filled with warmth and love, whose hugs had been smothering but yet also comforting, only looked back at him with disappointment and anger. Her husband, Mr Weasley, looked at him with eyes that showed no emotion to what he was currently feeling. His face gave him away though when it turned a shade that only Uncle Vernon had perfected whenever the word 'magic' had been uttered in his house.

The two aurors tore him away from his observations, they were dragging him away just as the silencing charm that had been placed upon him earlier finally wore off. Deliberately slacking in the grip of the aurors, his full body weight to be carried by them took them by surprise; they had also expected him to be fighting himself free. Both men stumbled, their tight hold on him slipped slightly.

He silently thanked Quidditch and Dobby the house-elf, both of which helped in not only making him no longer look like a half-starved man, but also gave him that late growth spurt, something that he thought he would never have. No longer was he short, he now stood at a proud six foot exactly, his body having gained some muscle after all the chores he had been subjected to at the Dursley's, the training he had undergone for the final battle as well as all the quidditch that he had played over the years. His wild black locks now reach his shoulders, more manageable now at it's length.

"I know that I am innocent, and when you realise the truth, you'll be too late!" The sound of Harry's voice cut through all sound in the courtroom. "Voldermort-" flinches from most in the courtroom, "-killed them! Yet you blame me? Don't expect me to come and save you when you fall!"

"Silence!" Fudge bellowed.

"You always make sure the innocent are locked up! Letting the death eaters roam free!"

"You will stop accusing m-"

"You're pathetic! A stupid, pathetic, corrupted little bast-"

Kingsley quickly grabbed his chained arms, a firmer hold on him than before, and pulled the struggling man through the doors, ready to be sent to Azkaban. His partner quick to cast a silencing charm lest Harry shout anything else at the minister. Harry's eyes, though, never left Hermione's glazed brown ones, letting his focus shift and his face soften. He kept them locked on her until the doors closed, finally separating them apart.

The two aurors had taken him to his cell in Azkaban, not once noticing or caring that Harry was staring behind them unseeing. They had taken him, via portkey, to hell. They had then proceeded to haul him into said Hell, forcing him to walk by cells that held various people who did crimes between stealing all the way up to murder. And I get to 'live here, oh joy, Harry thought darkly, recognising some of Voldemorts' followers.

Stopping just outside a cell, Harry was unceremoniously thrown in. His arm hit the hard floor and was nearly crushed when he landed on it while is head smacked the wall. Gasping in pain, Harry felt a dementor closing in, the aurors walking away and finally leaving him there to rot, a guard locking him in the small room.

"Just like Black, a murderous piece of filth."

"Yeah, following in his footsteps, Godfather and Godson."

The words hit Harry's ears as black spots filled his vision. Must have hit my head harder than I thought, Harry's mind brought up before he finally slipped into unconsciousness.

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Grimwald Place

"Goddamn it, Dumbledore, Harry's innocent!" Sirius Black spat, his eyes full of suppressed fury, only being held back by Remus as he tried to make a grab at the tired looking headmaster.

The thought of his godson, the nineteen year old that he was supposed to protect, the child that James and Lily had entrusted to him to look after, was about to be thrown into a hell on earth because he, Sirius, couldn't protect the boy properly. The realisation left a sour taste in his mouth and a pang in his heart.

Dumbledore looked at Sirius and Remus sadly, "I know, Sirius. Trust me when I say that I have tried everything that I could. Cornelius couldn't be swayed unfortunately. It was all I could do from letting him give you Mr Potter the dementor's kiss. Seeing as he is still the boy-who-lived, they couldn't do much about it as they thought they would possibly use him at a later date."

Dumbledore sat down heavily on one of the many chairs in the kitchen. "But, alas, Cornelius refused to see what was right in front of him. He has been taken by greed and power, punishing the poor boy partially out of pure spite."

The resignation in his voice caused Sirius to deflate slightly in his friend's arms, the grip lessening when Remus assured himself that the convict wouldn't lunge at the older man.

"What do you mean by 'partially'?" Remus inquired, his eyes flickering between the two men.

"Young Mr Potter has been a hindrance to our dear minister for years. Being shown up in front of the entire Wizarding world time and time again, his job on the line, losing support from influencial people...I could go on."

"No wonder why Fudge would think about doing something like that,"

"You think Harry deserved it?!" Sirius bellowed, turning to glare at his friend.

"What? No!" Remus exclaimed. "I only meant that I could see it from his point of view. I never said that it was right!" He added at the murderous look that Sirius had on his face.

"Cornelious would also have a lot of people coming to him for help and protection. They would be under his control." Dumbedore continued, as if he hadn't been interrupted by the two younger men. "It would also be a hit to us as well. It might even be partly to bring out Sirius. To save his godson."

"Well he was right on that last part," Sirius growled, "i'm going to get Harry back one way or another, and nothing you say or do will stop me."

"Sirius, please calm down, we'll work something out."

"What can we do, Dumbledore? He's only Nineteen years old, for crying out loud!" Sirius growled.

"He has a point, Dumbledore. Unless Harry is adept at wandless magic, which he's...not, he cannot perform the spell to produce a full corporal patronus."

"My godson is suffering in there! Think about what he's going to have to remember!" Sirius slammed his hands down onto the table, causing Hermione, who had been sitting in the far corner, unnoticed by two of the three men in the room, to jump before speaking up.

"He's an animagus, Sirius, he'll know what to do, even if he does not think of transforming at first." Hermione whispered, catching both Sirius and Remus off guard. They snapped their heads round while Dumbledore smiled at her warmly, his eyes regaining some of their famous twinkle.

"He won't stay in there for long, don't worry. He knows that he is innocent as so do we. Nothing can change that. Not the comments that people pass to one another, not the articles in the Daily Prophet and certainly not by that abomination that they called a trial." Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes were suspiciously bright as thought suddenly came to mind. Tears started to pool as she continued to think about it, causing the silently stunned, if not apprehensive, men to converge around her.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Remus wrapped his arms around the smaller girl and tried to comfort her, unintentionally causing her to lose the last remaining thread of control that she had.

"R-Ron! I-i c-c-cant belie-ve that he-he didn't def-defend Harry!" Hermione cried, tearing spilling over for the second time that day, as she clung onto her old professor, taking in his comfort.

"I know, Hermione, I know," Remus soothed, looking up over her head and towards the two other occupants in the room. "Don't worry about that right now then. Why not go on up to bed, eh? Merlin knows you need some rest, and it's already late."

Hermione sniffed, trying to regain control of her emotions. She hesitated before finally nodding. "Okay," she untangled herself from Remus before giving an admittedly weak and watery smile to the three men as she left, closing the door quietly behind her.

"God, why would Ron turn his back on Harry?! They've been best friends since they first met, they've been through everything together!" Sirius hissed, still eyeing the door in case Hermione came barrelling back into the room in a fit of hysteria, a vague memory of Lily Potter doing just that flitted briefly across his mind.

"I don't know Sirius. Some things that seem not worth noting to ourselves may be noticed by others. The Triwizard Tournament if proof enough for that." Sighing softly, Dumbledore stared at the two young men before him, both aged beyond their given years.

"The main thing that worries me is the order's reaction to the recent events. Most believe that he is guilty," Remus growled softly.

Dumbledore smiled sadly, stroking his beard. "Be calm, Remus, I do believe that Miss Granger has a few tricks up her sleeve. Don't underestimate her, she won't let Mr Potter stay in Azkaban for long." A small smile alighted his features for a brief moment before disappearing. "But I hope for their sakes, and Harry's, that it does not cause too much disruption."

"How is Hermione going to get Harry out?" Remus questioned.

"Yeah, I mean, no offense to Hermione even with all her smarts but, I have been in Azkaban and it is near impossible to get out, let alone try to get in as someone other than a prisoner or auror."

Remus flinched slightly at Sirius' words. Guilt ate at him as he thought of how he believed that Sirius was guilty. It was happening all over again, only this time it was Harry and not Sirius who was betrayed.

"How will she get him out?" Sirius continued, not noticing that Remus' thoughts having taken a darker turn.

"If I remember correctly, Miss Granger mentioned Harry being an animagus," Dumbledore replied, smiling when he saw dawning realisation flash over both men's features.

"So Harry is going to do what Sirius did?" Remus whispered, hope flaring up inside him.

"It is only a theory, but I don't think that is her plan, however," Sirius merely nodded at his old headmasters' words while Remus narrowed his eyes and focused them on the wall above the old man head.

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Halliwell Manor - San Fransisco

Wyatt Halliwell leaned against the open door and sighed in exasperation as he watched his younger brother run around the room like a chicken with his head cut off.

"CHRIS!" He hollered to the brunette. The younger man in question paused for a brief moment, his eyes flickered to Wyatts'.

"What do you want? Can't you see that i'm busy getting ready to meet Bianca?" Chris grabbed a shoe from under his bed and shoved it onto his foot.

"Ah, finally getting laid then, little brother o' mine?" Wyatt smirked, his amusement showing in his eyes as he watched Chris's face flush in embarrassment as he ducked his head and hunted around for his other shoe. Wyatt moved away from the door, closing it behind him. At six foot two', Wyatt towered over his brother's smaller stature of five foot nine'.

"Shut it, she wanted to wait, and, well, then I will wait until she is ready." Picking up his other Doc martin, he looked around the room as if searching for something.

"Woah, be kind to your dear older and, dear I say it, more handsome brother, and please tell me that you have had sex at least once before," Wyatt said as he stared wide-eyed at Chris.

"Yes I have had sex before!" The blush on Chris's face made Wyatt narrow his eyes.

"Oh yeah, with who?"

Chris mumbled something under his breath. Catching the raised eyebrows, he glared before rubbing the back of his neck. "Damien," he ground out.

Wyatt made an 'o' of recognition before a scandalised look crossed his face. "Wait! Isn't he the guy who moved to Italy TWO years ago?" The thought of missing out on sex for two whole years after first having it was shocking to the blond. "Dude, what the hell?"

"Unlike you, I can survive without fucking everything that moves," Chris snarled, glaring heatedly at his brother even as his cheeks warmed with embarrassment.

"That's a lie! Not everything that moves, Chris, honestly. Anyway, stop focusing on me and my accomplishments." Wyatt said, ignoring the snort that came from Chris. "You are a nineteen year old hormonal guy! You should be getting some every other night."

"For the love of everything that has yet to be tainted by you, can we please drop it?! This is not something that I wish to talk to you about!"

"You know, I never knew you would be the 'settle down before true adulthood' type." Wyatt mused, ignoring the incensed look that his little brother now had on his face. "Or that you liked women at all..." He added, grinning as he ducked a pen that was thrown his way, and laughing as he saw the pink in the younger Halliwell's cheeks become more prominent.

"Haha, that's so funny," Chris snarled distractedly,

"Oh come on, Chris! It's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm attracted to guys too, you know."

"I couldn't tell," Chris muttered.

"Well, you have to agree that he did have a pretty good-"

"Ew! Please do NOT finish that sentence! I do not want to be having this conversation with you."

"Aw, why is that my darling 'ittle brother?"

"Hmm, maybe it's because that whenever I tell you something, or you find out about it, the whole family seems to know by the next morning."

"Ah, just making sure that no-one is left in the dark. There is no keeping secrets from the rest of our family."

"Unfortunately..."

Wyatt just grinned at Chris. His flustered brother was hunting about the room.

"looking for this?" He asked innocently, breaking the temporal lull in conversation as he held out a small, black velvet box. Chris growled at his brother before snatching it up.

"Don't you have some random woman to shag, Wyatt?" Chris snapped, irritated.

"Jealous?" Wyatt shot back, the small amount of patience that he had with his brother was finally waning.

"Why are you here?"

"Can't I just come to see my loving baby brother?"

"No. You always have an ulterior motive."

"I feel like I should be offended by that, but I can't bring myself to care at the moment."

Rolling his eyes heavenward, Chris gave his older brother a shaky grin. "Well, you can always wish me luck, Wyatt!" he said, preparing to leave.

"Good luck," Wyatt muttered as he watched his brother orb out the room. Wyatt sighed, throwing himself on Chris' bed. He silently wished that Chris would wait until he completely thought this through. He knew his brother, and he knew that Chris tended to jump into things rather quickly, hardly ever thinking about the consequences. Like marriage for instance, that is a perfect example. Too bad that it's the just the thing that Chris was about to commit himself to.

Truth be told, he didn't like Bianca, and had a firm conviction in his mind that she would break his little brothers' heart. Be it now, or very near in the future. Wyatt just hoped that Chris wouldn't get hurt.

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Our Saviour the new Dark Lord?

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, our saviour, the chosen one; a list of titles given to the nineteen year old murderer. Have we been making it easy for this boy? We have countlessly given our devotion and trust to the Potter man, believing him to be the one to rid us of you-know-who but with murders of the last of his muggle family, is Mr Potter that much different from the Dark Lord himself? Case evidence has given us proof that he had visited his family in a location only known to a select few, Mr Potter being one of them, where he had then proceeded to torture and kill his relatives in cold blood. The bodies....

"Can you believe this rubbish?" Neville growled, throwing away the paper in disgust.

"Harry would never do anything like that, he has too many Meldins with him," Luna replied, settling herself down next to the angry brunette.

"A What?"

"Meldins...you have a lot too," she smiled softly at Neville. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Meldins," she hummed.

"Uh...yeah...Meldins..." Blinking away his slightly dazed state, he continued. "I mean, how could they write this when they should know that Harry wouldn't do any of this."

"People are scared, they needed someone to blame so they blamed Harry."

"It's not right. It's completely-" Neville was cut off as he suddenly found a pair of soft lips on his.

"I know, but Harry has the Meldins looking out for him, he'll be okay," Luna whispered.

"I hope your right,"

"He will, I saw it."

"Saw it..."

"Yes, the Meldins will help Harry, you'll soon find out."

"Hermione has a plan, I think," Neville said suddenly, leaving Luna to furrow her brows slightly at the slight subject change.

"She'll succeed," Luna hummed, tilting her head to the side.

"Because you saw it?"

"No, silly, because Hermione's smart,"

"...knew that," muttered Neville, wrapping an arm around the blond woman.

"The Mildens will be with her too," she sighed in contentment.

"Of course, love, of course."

"No Meldins for Fudge, though, and none of Harry's is willing to go to him," Luna bit her lip, pondering over her comment.

"Undoubtedly, I could sympathize."

"I just hope that some will go to Ron,"

"That stupid fool?!" Neville cried, turning to face his girlfriend.

"Some of them have been led astray, you cannot blame all of them for the mistakes of few."

"But damn hard to forgive..."

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Unknown Location

"What news do you have, Lucius?" A cloaked figure purred. The light from various candles around the room flickered omniously.

"My Lord," the blond-haired man started, eyes turned to stare at the ground as he knelt onto the floor. "They have done what you thought they would do. They have sentenced Potter to life in Azkaban. The Weasley's all but turned against them."

"Good, good. I do believe that Potter has a rather...violent reaction to dementors." The figure rose from his seat. "What about the order and the mudblood?"

"The mudblood thinks that he is innocent, my Lord. As for the order, they seem to think he is guilty, apart from Dumbledore and the filthy half-breed."

"To be expected." The 'Lord' turned away from Lucius and stared at a candle by his side. "The mudblood though, shows surprising loyalty, even when faced with evidence to contradict what she believes." Spinning on his heel, the figure pulled away his hood. The face of a snake-like creature unveiled. "She is close to Potter. Almost like a sister," the man laughed.

"Soon it will be time, my Lord."

"Yes. But until then, Crucio!" Lucius collapsed onto his side in pain, his screams filled the chamber as his Lord laughed.

So how was it? I've started on the other chapters too, I've felt guilty just leaving the story where it was so I took it upon myself to redo it. Some of it hasn't changed, but I have edited quite a bit of this so...please let me know what you think. Maybe click the review button....

I have decided to let you choose the pairings for this story but Harry will be paired with a male and NOT Remus or Sirius, as much as I love them I don't want them paired with Harry or Hermione. There will a poll on my account so that you can vote for who you want.

Also Voldemort has yet to die so the war is still on and Fudge is still, unfortunately, Minister. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!