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Harry teleported back into the kitchen as Elizabeth was putting two cups and a pot of tea onto the kitchen table with a selection of blueberry and chocolate muffins. "Sorry about that."

Elizabeth jumped again. "Ok, ever heard of something called stairs?"

"Yes but teleporting is more fun." Harry smiled at her taking a seat and accepting a cup of tea from her. Tentatively Harry took a sip and his eyes widened. "I'm surprised American's very rarely know how to make a proper cup of tea." He set his cup down.

"I went on tour last year, spent quite a bit of time in England and I was trained in the art of tea making pretty quickly." Elizabeth smiled at him. "I wish I could have spent more time there. Do you miss England?"

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sometimes. But I'm happy here."

Elizabeth smiled. "Happiness is a dream. No one is ever truly happy."

"You really believe that?" Harry frowned.

"Sure people can be content with their lives but we all want something more." Elizabeth shrugged.

Harry nodded. "I suppose so."

Elizabeth sipped her tea. "Sorry I get overly philosophical late at night. I'm aware my outlook on the world is a little gloomy. Guess that's why people love my music."

Harry smiled. "You're a musician?"

"Yep. I got into music after… After some bad stuff happened." Elizabeth bit her lip. "I bet it must have been interesting to have lived through so many different era's of music." She changed the subject.

Harry nodded. "Although music these days has kind of lost it's way. All techno beats and the same song produced over and over again."

Elizabeth nodded. "I try not to fall into that pattern."

"I'd love to hear you play sometime." Harry smiled at her. "That is if you play an instrument? You might be a singer. I shouldn't presume."

"I play three instruments and I also sing. And you'd be welcome to hear me play whenever." She placed her hand over his.

Harry looked down at their hands. "What do you play?"

"Piano, guitar and cello." Elizabeth answered.

"Impressive." Harry nodded his head. "So did you always want to be a musician?" He asked her.

Elizabeth shook her head. "No. At one time I wanted to own my own restaurant. I love to cook. But music kind of found me and well I couldn't see myself doing anything else now. The kitchen is my safe space."

Harry nodded. "I'm quite good in the kitchen myself. I make an excellent Welsh Rarebit."

"No way. I basically lived off the stuff in England. I've never been able to recreate it." Elizabeth exclaimed.

"I'd be happy to show you the recipe." Harry told her.

Elizabeth smiled. "Are you free now?"

Harry nodded. "I have some time."

"I think I've got everything if you'd like to make it?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'd like that." Harry stood up. "Right, let's get to work."

Elizabeth smiled. "Lets."

The two of them got to work gathering up their ingredients. Harry took off his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. The two of them chatted and laughed as they got to work.

Neither of them noticed Maggie, Mel and Macy spying on them from behind the door.

"This isn't good guys." Mel shook her head.

"They're cute." Maggie smiled.

Mel glanced at her. "Not if he's trying to kill us they're not."

"Guys lets talk about this in my room." Macy pulled them up into her room just as Harry made a joke and Lizzie laughed so hard she actually snorted. She clapped a hand to her mouth. "Oh my god." Lizzie exclaimed turning bright red. "I'm sorry, I know my laugh is terrible."

"I think your laugh is wonderful." Harry smiled at her.

"You're a smooth talker Mr Greenwood." Elizabeth nudged him.

Harry frowned. "You think so? I've always thought myself rather awkward."

Elizabeth smiled. "It's a English thing." She shrugged.

"Yes we're an awkward breed." Harry slid the tray of Welsh Rarebit into the oven and closed the door. "Well that should do it."

Elizabeth giggled. "You have a little." She reached up and brushed a bite of cheese sauce off Harry's face.

Harry shivered when her hand brushed his face.

Elizabeth let out a small sigh.

The timer on the oven dinged breaking the silence and Elizabeth stepped back. Harry turned and opened the oven, picking up the oven gloves and slotting them over his hands before taking the tray out of the oven.

Elizabeth grabbed two plates from the cupboard.

"Prepare to have your tastebuds blown." Harry slotted two pieces onto each plate. "But this deserves a trade."

"Okay." Elizabeth said slowly.

"Play something for me?" Harry asked curious to hear her play.

Elizabeth nodded. "That's a fair deal. Come on." She led him into the living room where the piano was. She sat down at the piano and motioned for Harry to join her.

Harry set down the plates down on the coffee table and took a seat next to her.

Elizabeth cleared her throat. "Ok so… This is a new piece I'm working on. It's not perfect yet."

Harry nodded.

Elizabeth looked down at the piano and began to play.

"Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands

Closed your eyes and trust it… Just trust it

Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?

Have you ever looked fear in the face

And said, I just don't care

And it's only half past the point of no return

The tip of the iceburg

The sun before the burn

The thunder before the lightning

Breath before the phrase

Have you ever felt this way?

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?

You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone

Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?

Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

It's only half past the point of oblivion

The hourglass on the table

The walk before the run

The breath before the kiss

And the fear before the flames

Have you ever felt this way?

La la la la la la la la

There you are, sitting in the garden

Clutching my coffee,

Calling me sugar

You called me sugar

Have you ever wished for an endless night?

Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight

Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself

Will it ever get better than tonight?

Tonight" Elizabeth played the last note and glanced at Harry.

Harry stared at her in awe. He really wanted to kiss her. He leant in but then stopped himself and pulled away. "Well that was beautiful."

Elizabeth smiled. "Thanks. I'm not sure it needs a little work."

Harry shook his head. "It was perfect." He cleared his throat and stood up. "And definitely deserves some Welsh Rarebit." He handed her a plate.

Elizabeth chuckled taking the plate from him. "Thank you." She took a bite and groaned. "Oh my god! This is so good."

Harry smiled. "Told you."

"Well I trust you now." Elizabeth nodded taking another bite.

Little did Elizabeth know that her sisters didn't.

Whole Again

Her sisters had been acting weirder than usual. Lizzie shook it off as them finding out that they were witches and figuring out their powers. Meanwhile Lizzie had work of her own to do. First she spent an hour on the phone with her manager and then she started working on the new song for her next album.

Sadly inspiration was not striking her. All she could think about was brown eyes and english accent and that smile.

"Snap out of it Lizzie." She mumbled to herself throwing her pen down on top of her notebook. "I need coffee." She said to herself and got up and walked down to the kitchen where she found Mel, Maggie and Macy all congregated around the kitchen table.

"Hey guys, what are you up to?" Lizzie asked walking over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup.

"Oh nothing much." Maggie shrugged. "How's the song writing going?"

Lizzie sighed. "Slowly."

Maggie nodded. "Maybe your head is stuck on something else… Or someone else." She smirked.

Lizzie shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about." She took a sip of her coffee. "Well I'm going back to work. Enjoy whatever you're doing." She motioned to the various things around the table and left the room.

"We should tell her." Maggie said to her sisters.

"Until we know for sure that it's mom in the Ouija board I think it's best we keep this between us." Mel shook her head.

Macy nodded. "I agree with Mel. Best not to get her hopes up."

"She's going to be so mad that we kept this from her." Maggie argued with a shake of her head. "I know she's not a witch but she's still our sister and we should keep her in the loop." Maggie held up her hands. "That's all I'm saying." She stood up and left the room.

Whole Again

Lizzie decided to go for a run. When inspiration was void, she ran. Feet pounding into the pavement, heart racing, music pulsing in her ears. She needed to get this man out of her head. Men were trouble, her past experiences had taught her that. She wasn't ready. It may have been five long years since it happened but it was too soon. Her heart hadn't healed. But Harry was… He was so different from… Him. Harry was warm and kind and funny and the way he looked at her… Those big brown eyes…

"Stop." Lizzie stopped running, frowning at herself. "You have to stop." She said to herself.

Lizzie turned and started running in the direction of home, a new song playing inside her head. If her mind could only think of one thing, then she'd used that for her album. After all who didn't enjoy a love song.

Whole Again

Two hours later and Lizzie had finished the first draft of lyrics. She was desperate to play it, to sing it, her fingers itched to go down to the piano and start composing. She knew it would have a heavy beat to it, this was sort of a poem to music.

The Truth About Love.

Lizzie set down the notebook and stretched. She was starving. Padding down to the kitchen Lizzie contemplated making some of Harry's recipe of Welsh Rarebit but decided that that was something she'd break out on special occasions. It was too good to ruin with eating it all the time.

Pulling open the fridge Lizzie looked through the shelves looking for inspiration. She chewed on her lower lip. "Hmmmm."

Just then there was a scream and a crash from upstairs. Lizzie once again grabbed a knife and hurried up the stairs. Living with witches was going to make this a regular occurence.

Lizzie burst into the attic to see Mel, Maggie and Macy looking at a smashed up Spirit Board. "What happened?" Lizzie asked lowering the knife seeing that there was no immediate danger.

"Maggie… Saw a mouse." Mel answered.

"Really?" Lizzie frowned. "Ok." She shrugged. "But don't throw things at him. Gus has been in this house longer than all of us."

"You named the mouse?" Maggie asked.

Lizzie cocked an eyebrow.

Maggie nodded. "Ok, yeah."

Lizzie looked down at the smashed up spirit board. "You broke my old spirit board." She frowned.

"I thought it was mom's." Mel frowned.

Lizzie laughed and shook her head. "Nah, you don't remember? She freaked out when she found out I had it. Said they were weak to tricksters and took it off me." She shrugged. "Anyway, I'm going back to… Whatever I decide I want to eat." She waved to her sisters and headed back downstairs. She was about halfway down the stairs when her phone started to ring. It was her manager. "I was wondering when I'd hear from you."

June scoffed. "Darling I have come to this drab hicktown to track you down. Meet me at the Starbucks. Can you believe this town only has one?"

"We need more than one?" Lizzie frowned.

"Oh you small town girls are adorable. How soon can you get here?" June asked her.

Lizzie looked down at her jogging bottoms and tank top. June would freak if she showed up looking like this. "Twenty minutes."

June nodded. "Ok, don't keep me waiting darling I have big news." She hung up the phone.

Sighing, Lizzie turned around and hurried back up the stairs. She pulled on a burnt orange dress that reached her knees with a plunging v neckline. She matched it with her favourite black knee high boots and put on some copper jewellery. She quickly applied a small amount of make-up and grabbed her bag.

"Bye guys, I'm heading out." She called hurrying down the stairs and received no response. Lizzie rolled her eyes and hurried out of the door, not having time to stop.

She made it to the Starbucks with three minutes to spare and found June sat by herself looking around distastefully.

"Lizzie darling." June exclaimed getting up and kissing Lizzie's cheek.

"June, it's so good to see you." Lizzie sat down. "But why are you here?"

"I have news darling." June picked up her coffee cup. "They announced the nominations for the grammy's today. Guess who's up for three including best new artist?"

Lizzie's eyes widened. "You're joking?"

June scoffed. "I never joke about the Grammys."

Lizzie cried out and covered her hand with her mouth. "I can't believe it." She exclaimed. "Oh my god. So… What happens now?"

"Now we need to start promoting you. I know you want to stay here… Although I don't know why. So we're going to do local gigs, nothing more than two hours away. And start plugging the new album whilst upselling the current one. You've been working on some new material."

Lizzie nodded.

"I've booked you in to do a local gig tomorrow night." June told her. "It would be good to test some of it out. Just send me recordings asap so I can approve. Which I'm sure I will." June held up her hands.

"I'll have them to you by tonight." Lizzie told her.

June stood up. "Well I have had enough of small town couture. I'm heading for the city to check in to my hotel and I'll text you the details for tomorrow night." She waved to her and hurried off.

Lizzie got herself a large latte and blueberry muffin before hurrying back to the house to continue working on her new material. She arrived home and went straight for the basement which her mother had turned into a mini studio for her to record music etc.

Whole Again

A loud crash stopped Lizzie mid song and she looked up. Frowning she got up and walked upstairs. She walked into the hallway to the strangest sight she'd come across.

Her three sisters were stood by the door with their dead mother, they were all staring at a battered Harry who had a knife at his throat.

"What is going on?" Lizzie exclaimed.

"Stay back demon." Marisol said to Lizzie. "Don't listen to her, she's not your sister, she's the imposter. She's working with Harry."

Lizzie frowned. "What are you talking about? Working with… Guys what's going on?" She asked her sisters.

"Your sisters have released an imposter demon from a spirit board. It's taken the form of your mother." Harry explained.

"Enough with the dramatics Harry." Marisol snapped at him. "Give me the prysm." She held out her hand to Macy.

Maggie stopped her. "Wait, if you're really mom you'll not what I made you in third grade?"

Marisol rolled her eyes. "How could I forget my eight year old made me a bong." She smiled fondly at Maggie.

Mel nodded. "She got it right."

"Imposter demons get inside your head it's how they work." Harry explained to them.

Macy looked at Maggie. "Do you really believe it's not her?"

"Believe me I want it to be but it's not." She shook her head.

"No it has to be her." Mel exclaimed.

"Trust your instinct Melly, it's always been you and me." Marisol said to Mel in a soft voice.

Mel walked over to Harry and grabbed the knife. "Mel, don't…" Harry whispered but Mel turned and shoved the knife into their fake mother's chest instead.

"Our mom never played favourites." Mel said shaking her head.

"Be careful. She might…" Harry said just as the demon's eyes opened and she jumped up pulling the knife out of her chest.

Mel quickly reacted and froze time. "Harry how do we deal with this thing?" She asked the Whitelighter.

"You have to show it, it's true form." Harry explained.

"In plain english Lord Byron." Mel snapped.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You need to show it it's reflection in the mirror. Of course all yours broke when you released it."

Maggie's eyes widened. "Mirrors. Duh." She took out the phone and turned on the camera and pointed it at the demon.

The demon screamed and exploded.

Whole Again

"Ow. Elizabeth please… I can… Ow." Harry winced as Elizabeth dabbed at the cut on his face with an alcohol soaked ball of cotton wool.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Stay still and let me look after you." She ordered in a motherly tone. "Sit." She motioned to the chair.

Harry glanced at her and his heart melted a little. Lizzie didn't know he could heal himself with a wave of his hand and she wanted to look after him and Harry couldn't find a way to argue. So he gave her a small smile and sat down remaining still as she cleaned the cuts on his face. It was nice to be looked after, Harry thought. It was even nicer to be looked after by Lizzie. He turned his attention backed to the Charmed Ones who were all smirking knowingly at him. He cleared his throat.

Lizzie turned on her sisters. "I cannot believe you guys didn't tell me about this?" She exclaimed.

"We didn't want to worry you until we knew for sure." Maggie tried to explain. "We weren't sure if we could trust Harry but you two seemed to be really getting along and we didn't want to ruin that if it was a trickster." She explained. "We're sorry. We were wrong. On all counts."

Harry gave her a small smile. "Imposter demons are notorious for playing with people's emotions. It's not your fault."

Lizzie shook her head. "You guys didn't trust me. I get it. I'm not in the witch club but I'm still part of this family." She stood up. "I need some air." She turned and walked out of the house.

Whole Again

Lizzie came home about an hour later and went straight for her room. She'd pack and leave, this was a mistake coming back. She'd always felt left out, the black sheep of the family. And now she felt it even more.

"Lizzie what are you doing?" Maggie asked walking into the room.

Lizzie wiped her eyes. "I'm going back to New York. I shouldn't have come home." She shook her head.

"No. Lizzie." Maggie stopped her. "If you hadn't come home we would have completely fallen apart. Mel and I still wouldn't be speaking and we'd probably not have become witches. It was wrong of us to keep this whole spirit board thing from you and I promise we will never keep anything like this from you again. You are a part of this family, a very important part of this family."

Lizzie shook her head. "You don't know what it's like not to know who you are Maggie. I have… So many questions." She sat down on the bed.

Maggie sat down on the edge of the bed. "I know who you are Lizzie. You're my sister. The person who always knows how to make me laugh. Who makes the best vegan pumpkin pie ever. You're kind and loving and brave and smart and talented. Lizzie your past doesn't define who you are. You define who you are. And you're pretty amazing."

Lizzie gave her a sad smile. "Thanks Maggie."

"So you'll stay?" Maggie asked.

"I'll stay." Lizzie nodded.

The two sisters hugged each other tightly.

Whole Again

"Guys I have a big gig tonight which dress do you think… AH!" Lizzie exclaimed seeing Harry stood in Macy's room along with her sisters and immediately covered herself with the two dresses she was holding. Her face turned a bright red as she bit her lip.

Harry turned bright red having seen Lizzie hurry into the room in a red and black underwear set with stockings on her legs. He swallowed and averted his gaze, clearing his throat. "You should wear the bronze one. It compliments your eyes."

"Oh." Lizzie looked down at the bronze dress. "Thanks." She backed out of the room glaring at her giggling sisters.

Harry cleared his throat. "So er… Where was I?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh yes. If the Harbinger finds a vessel… Everything is going to change." He told them.

Lizzie walked back into the room in the dress with her hair falling around her face in spiral curls. "So what's with the party in the bedroom?" She asked putting in a pair of earrings.

"Oh nothing just Harry thinks the the apocalypse is closing in." Maggie replied dryly.

"Well that sucks." Lizzie pressed her lips together. "Roughly do you think it will happen before the Grammy awards or after?"

Harry frowned. "Er… I couldn't say."

Maggie turned to Lizzie. "Wait… Did you get…?"

"You're looking at one of the nominees for best new artist." Lizzie shrugged.

Maggie squealed. "Oh my god! That's huge."

"That's great!" Mel exclaimed.

"Congratulations." Macy smiled at her.

Lizzie smiled. "Well I haven't won yet." She turned to Harry and frowned. "You're head."

Harry nodded. "Oh yes. I'm a healer. I healed it."

"You could have told me that while I was chasing you." Lizzie crossed her arms over her chest.

"I er… Well… You're hard to say no to Elizabeth. Congratulations on your nominations." He said softly.

Lizzie smiled. "Thank you." She looked around. "You should all come to the gig tonight. I'm playing some new material and I'd love your input."

Maggie nodded. "I'm down."

"Sure, sounds like fun." Macy agreed.

"I'm in." Mel agreed.

"Harry?" Lizzie asked.

Harry cleared his throat. "Well the elders are working on finding the Harbinger and until we know that there isn't much we can do so… I'd be honoured to watch you perform."

"Great. Well I have to leave now but I'll put your names on the list and get them to reserve you a table and er… you know where it is?" Lizzie asked them.

Mel nodded. "I know."

"Ok well I better run. I'll see you later." Lizzie turned and hurried from the room.

And that's chapter two more to come soon :)