Witches and Wizards
Chapter 2
–Halliwell Manor–
Wyatt was cleaning up his room (demon fighting had calmed down some) on orders from his mother. Despite being twenty-four years old and still living at home, the twice blessed child was more afraid of his mother than any demon he has encountered –that includes the Source. Picking up a book from the floor, Wyatt gasps as he received a premonition. Eyes widening, he ran out of his room and down the stairs, all the while yelling out for his brother.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Chris cried from the dining area with a frown.
Wyatt took hold of his brother's upper arm. "We have a witch to save. Let's go!"
"What?" Chris yelled before the two had orbed out of the manor.
They had orbed behind two demons that had their palms out towards the young man on the stone table, a red glow connecting to the man and the demons. Wyatt quickly brought up his hands with a flick, the demons becoming nothing but dust. Chris gave his older brother an annoyed look, Wyatt shrugging his shoulders, a smirk on his lips.
They turned back to the young man, Wyatt walking towards him. Chris walked over to the window and peered out, looking at the many demons walking to and from buildings and stands. He turned to his brother to see him healing the young man, who woke with a small gasp. He immediately stuttered, looking between Wyatt and Chris, crawling backwards.
"It's okay, you're safe now. Careful!" Wyatt started.
The young man had crawled far too back and slipped off the stone table; hitting his head on the floor and the table leg nearby. Chris laughed as Wyatt made a face. With a sigh, he knelt down next to the man and orbed him back to the manor, Chris (still laughing) following right behind. They orbed in the living room, Wyatt glaring at his brother. Bringing down his laugh to a chuckle, Chris walked over to the couch to look at the man about a year or two younger than him.
"Who do you think this guy is? I mean, if he's as powerful as the Parasites thought he was to restore their powers back to what they once were, why haven't we heard of him before?" Chris questioned, suddenly serious.
Wyatt shrugged, frowning down at the young man. Then he saw the piece of wood sticking out of his right pocket. Taking it out, he frowned even further in confusion at the piece of long stick with a weird shape around it. He could feel the strong magic circling inside the wood; just waiting to get out.
"Why does he have a stick in his pocket?" Chris questioned.
"I don't know, but I can feel strong magic within. It's like it's waiting for something or someone to use it." Wyatt looked at the man once more.
Suddenly the door opens and voices could be heard, getting louder as the rest of the family enters the house. The sisters, now well into their fifties, stopped their laughter at the sight before them. Their younger sister, Prudence Melinda, was frowning at them and blushing towards the young man on the couch, while Billie, their father and uncles were watching in caution–and confusion.
"What the hell is going on? Who is that?" Their mother, Piper Halliwell, demanded.
She stormed into the living room and putting down her shopping bags. Her sisters and daughter followed, doing it more carefully as they knew the extent of Piper's anger. The two brothers looked to one another, Wyatt slowly hiding the wand behind him.
"Um... well..." Wyatt started his mind blank.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Wyatt had a premonition of this guy getting his powers drained by the Parasites. When Wyatt healed the wound that they did on his chest, he woke, panicked, fell off the stone table and got knocked out."
Piper gave them a look between anger and confusion. "So why did you bring him back here? Why didn't you just orb him back to where he came from or to some place public?"
"We don't know where he's from and I felt bad if we left him somewhere he might not recognize." Wyatt replied with a shrug.
"Wait a minute," Phoebe said with a frown, taking a step forward. "Didn't we already vanquish the Parasites back when Wyatt was a few days old?"
Paige rolled her eyes. "Don't you already know that demons come back, even after we vanquish them?"
Before anything else could be said, the man on the couch groaned. They all turned to him, waiting for him to realize what happened. Then Henry Jr. came storming inside in a panic, looking at the large group inside the living room.
"Guys, I need help! I lost my charge! He was supposed to meet me at this wizard community then he just disappeared! I couldn't feel him anymore!"
"What happened?" The man slurred, sitting up slowly.
He had a hand to his head, as well as his eyes closed, feeling dizzy and confused. When his memory returned, his eyes widen and he stood up, only to fall back on the couch, looking around him.
"Where am I? Who are you? What the hell happened?" He cried in panic, moving back towards the fireplace.
"Harry!" Henry cried, rushing forward. "I thought something happened when you didn't show up at Diagon Alley!"
Harry frowned at the three year younger kid. "Henry? Where are we?"
Henry stuttered, looking back at his family, not knowing how to explain to his charge. Harry's right hand went to his right pocket only to panic once more, looking around the living room. Spotting his wand in Wyatt's hand, Harry held out his own, wondering who all these people were.
"Accio wand!"
Wyatt cried out when the stick flew out of his hands and to Harry's hand. The twenty year old held his wand tightly and pointing at the group, stepping away from Henry, who seemed to know them. The group looked at him in shock and surprise, not able to believe that with a simple word Harry was able to call the item to him. Billie, who had just entered from the kitchen area to witness that small little bit, shook her head and frowned, voicing her concern.
"I'm sorry; did you just say...Accio? Like that in the Harry Potter books?"
Henry cringed as everyone now frowned at this. Slowly, he turned to his family, a sheepish smile on his lips. The family narrowed their eyes at him, wondering what was going on.
"Henry Jr., please don't tell me that this was a spell gone wrong–again?" Paige warned her son in a tight voice.
"No, Harry's really my charge!" Henry shook his head. "I'm sorry mom, but I can't say anything more than that."
Paige crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Says who?"
"By me,"
Everyone looked around at the voice, watching the lights of orbs fading to that of an old man in white robes. Everyone held back a comment, the Halliwell's still testy about the Elders.
"All that you have read in the Harry Potter books are somewhat true, a bit exaggerated at some points. Rowling is a Seer that came from both sets of magical backgrounds. However, she failed on the magical world of wands–to be considered as squib, one who doesn't have much magical ability to use a wand–and had learned more of the Wiccan way. However, no one in the other community believed she had the sight so she wrote the book in hopes they would heed her warning." He sighed, almost shrugging his shoulders. "When she found out that the Ministry had banned her books, she came to us. We had asked Henry to look after Harry when he entered the school, Hogwarts, to make sure that the true happening did not befall on him. The other Elders knew with a Halliwell looking after Harry would be the best choice, rather than choosing some other Whitelighter. He was sworn to secrecy to not spread word of this other magical side."
"Why not? Why would it not be fair for us to learn more about them or them about us?" Chris questioned.
The Elder sighed tiredly. "Because we have not seen eye to eye for centuries; back to the time of Merlin and King Arthur. They were the ones to band us from their communities, saying that we had more power because we didn't need a wand to control it."
"Now that we have that straighten out, what about me?" Harry said in annoyance. "I want to know who those...beings that kidnapped me were."
Wyatt nodded. "Right, those beings as you call them are demons; more specifically Parasites. A witch cursed them some time ago that had taken their true powers away. They had figured you were a strong witch to restore their powers to what they once were."
"Wizard, not witch." Harry corrected, a bit annoyed.
Wyatt shrugged. "Sorry, in the Wiccan we can use witch for both genders."
Harry shook his head. "Look, what about the ones that kidnapped me on the way to Diagon Alley? Before those Parasites purchased me."
Everyone frowned, on edge of what this man had just said.
"What do you mean purchased?" Piper asked, the phrase sounding a bit familiar.
"Just that, I woke up in a place that I was chained up, shoved to a platform with other people also chained up, and then being bought by the Parasites."
The sisters all stepped closer, a frown on their faces. "Doesn't that sound familiar?" Phoebe questioned.
"Yeah, it does." Paige muttered. "Did you catch the demon's name that sold you?"
Harry shook his head, "No, sorry."
The Elder cleared his throat, the group turning back to him. "Yes, well, I do believe that Mr. Potter should be getting back to England. I fear that there might be several people looking for him right about now."
And with that the Elder orbed away, the group of friends turning to look to one another. Henry cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well, he was right, I should get you back."
Henry walked over to his friend, Harry frowning in thought. As he placed his wand in his pocket, Harry looked up to the group, biting his lower lip.
"If you don't mind, I was wondering if we could, maybe, meet, again?" Harry asked shyly. "I would really like to learn more about your kind of magic."
The group looked at each other, none of them really caring to break the rule between the two worlds. If demons are starting to snatch up different wizards and witches, maybe it was best to learn more of the other kind of magic.
"Sure, if we get to learn about your world a little more?" Prudence asked shyly.
Harry smirked, nodding, "agreed."
A/N: Wow, I never thought to receive so many alerts or reviews in such a short time. Great to know that this story was popular first by randomness6–which I like to dedicate this chapter to her for the small inspiration and faith in letting me adopt this story. I felt like I couldn't wait next week (plus I got bored during my class and I just continued to write out this chapter) or even let you guys wait so long. Okay, sorry, long note. To all those that celebrate it, Happy Thanksgiving! Please review and let me know what your thoughts are!!
