A/N Yes I know the grammar on the Prologue was awful and may my TEFL tutor shoot me for it, but it kinda came straight out of my head into the PC at 11.30 at night. This one will be better and longer I promise.

Please R&R as before and if you like this please R&R my other Charmed story 'The Rising'.

The action has moved on 11 years and I've had to fiddle with the girls ages a bit for this to work how I wanted it to

Thanks for reading

Purple.

Prudence Gordon

"Pru, get out of bed or you're not going to get to eat breakfast before you go to school."

Pru sighed heavily. Man, being seventeen was hard work.

"Coming Mom!"

She caught herself in that instant wondering why she called Sarah Gordon 'Mom'. She knew that this woman was not her mother. That these people had adopted her when she was six years old, but somehow, even though she knew she probably should have been able to, she couldn't remember a single thing about her life before the Gordon's had adopted her. Various psychologists had tried to ferret out these memories, but upon failing miserably had announced that she was simply repressing painful memories too well.

"Pru!" Sarah's voice snapped Pru out of her reverie. "I'm coming!"

She bounced down the stairs, as she knew this was the best way to convince her Mom she had been hurrying all along.

She sat at the breakfast bar in her family's big kitchen and waited as her Mom bought a plate of raisin toast to the table to her and sat opposite her, watching her adopted daughter pour herself a glass of orange juice from the jug in the centre of the table.

"Where's Dad?"

"He had to go to work early this morning, honey."

"What time did he get back last night?"

Her mother looked away and swiftly changed the subject "Do you have practice tonight? I washed your cheer leading things."

Pru looked hard at Sarah for a moment and then decided to let the subject drop. "Yep. So I'll be home late. Will you be in?"

"Honey, when have I not been in?" her mother asked, a little sarcastic, a little weary.

"I know Mom" Pru drained the last her orange juice and grabbed another peace of fruit toast, as she got off her stool. "But hey, maybe you should think about that. I hear the outside world can be pretty interesting at this time of year!"

Sarah laughed and swatted at her daughter's retreating form with the newspaper she had been reading. She told herself she was happy just how things were as she watched her daughter shove the fruit toast between her teeth and grab her school and kit bags and go out of the door. 'But then', she wondered 'might Pru be right?'. Sarah knew that the time would come and probably not far from now when her husband would stop upholding the illusion and simply stop coming home altogether.

As her mother was musing how she was going to cope with the meltdown her family, the shattering of the delicate illusion of perfection, she had worked so hard to create and keep going, Pru was driving her car down Prescott street, towards school.

Even though it wasn't safe because she was in the car, a classic red Triumph, with a soft-top, a gift from her father for passing her test, Pru found her gaze drawn to the red house with the stained glass windows.

It had stood empty for as long as Pru could remember, but it seemed to tug at something in those locked away, psychologist proof memories of hers. When she got close enough to read the sign, with its peeling paint ' The Manor' bought a lump to her throat and made her eyes swim, though for the life of her she couldn't think why.

What would she, Prudence Gordon, head cheer leader, honour role student, shoo in for homecoming queen, with the whole football team after her (even if she did only have eyes for Andy) and a wonderful home life, what with a dusty, creepy, dead, old house on Prescott street?

However, if she could have tapped her memories she would have known exactly what she Prudence Haliwell, protective eldest sister and up and coming witch, wanted with her old family home on Prescott Street.

But Pru simply shivered and put her foot on the gas to put as much space between her and that house, not noticing as she splashed water all over a younger girl, from the year below her who was walking to school.