White Magic – Harry Potter/Charmed.

"HARRY POTTER!"

The fourteen-year-old in question swallowed nervously as he stood, heading towards the door to the tent hesitantly, mentally trying to convince himself that while running away and hiding sounded like a good idea, Dumbledore and the other idiots would find him and drag him back to face a prime example of a deadly predator.

Leaving the tent and following Professor McGonagall's gestured directions, Harry quickly found himself stepping into a rocky arena as the crowd reacted violently, a mixture of booing and cheers being thrown at him as Harry focused on the task at hand and on not pissing himself at the sight of the hulking spiked brown dragon perching in the centre of the arena. A soft whimper slipped from between his lips as the Hungarian Horntail noticed his presence and lowered its head to the ground, its tail lifting into the air threateningly as the beast wiggled in a way that reminded Harry of a kitten stalking its prey.

Realising the reason for the analogy suddenly, Harry dove for the closest boulder as the Horntail opened its mouth and twin streams of fire erupted from the back of its throat. Flinching as the flames buffeted the boulder with enough heat that he felt like tearing his clothes off and bathing in ice water, Harry quickly pulled his wand and murmured the spell while making the gesture, waiting for the cone of fire to vanish before jumping out from behind cover, pointing his wand at the castle he could see in the distance.

"ACCIO FIREBOLT!" he screamed, pushing as much power into the spell as he could, trying to keep the image of his Firebolt clear in his mind.

Movement made Harry throw himself to the side again, the Horntail's almost forgotten tail slamming into the ground where he had just stood, leaving him to scramble back behind cover as the crowd cheered loudly and cruelly for the dragon. "Let's see if I help you ungrateful bastards again if you're gonna act like this then," Harry muttered darkly under his breath as another stream of fire slammed into his cover.

As the sound of a broom whistling through the air reached his ears, Harry risked peeking out from behind his rock in time to see the Horntail release a jet of fire straight into the path of his approaching Firebolt, the flaming broomstick dropping from the air and turning into ash within seconds of the intense flames hitting it. Ignoring his whimper and the pain that flashed through his chest at the sight of his broomstick, Harry ducked back behind the rock as he realised something more important than the loss of his godfather's gift.

Without his broomstick, Harry had no plan…

Gulping as he realised his situation, Harry yelped and cowered down as the Horntail's spiked tail slammed into the ground to his side, his wand slipping from his hand and rolling out of sight as Harry blinked dumbly at the spike inches away from his face. As he once more realised he had no plan Harry felt his fear just beginning to drain away, all the other emotions he felt fading as well until all he felt was a strange feeling of serenity and a gentle warmth wrapping around his heart and mind.

"Paige," the brunet woman introduced awkwardly, "My name is Paige".

"Hmm," Phoebe exhaled, "Another 'P', imagine that," she pointed out to her sister.

Pausing for a moment to study this woman… her sister… Piper slowly extended her hand, "It's nice to meet you," she greeted politely as Paige grasped her hand.

Instantly a blue light was shining down on them from the ceiling, the chandelier vibrating as the three Witches felt a comforting warmth and a feeling of serenity raining down on them and wrapping around their hearts and minds.

As Harry relaxed back against the rock he was hiding behind, he glanced up instinctively, watching silently as a blue light appeared out of nowhere and shone down upon him and filled his body with a feeling of power that Harry had only felt the likes of when holding his wand for the first time.

The dragon's tail crashing into the rock he was leaning against Harry felt a strange sense of bravado coming over him, making him step out and turn to meet wicked yellow eyes as he walked out into the open. Staring down the Horntail as it reared back and opened its mouth, he watched as sparks flickered at the back of its throat, before a cone of concentrated flames surged towards him.

Raising his hand almost lazily, Harry watched as the fire curved around his body, the small almost invisible shield surrounding his body deflecting the danger. The sheer amount of heat and light that the fire was giving off enough to make Harry turn his head away and squint his eyes in pain, as he ignored the screams and cheers echoing around the arena.

Lowering his hand when the fire died off, Harry continued to ignore his surroundings as he studied the golden egg sitting on top of the nest of what he hoped weren't real dragon eggs. Movement made his hand snap up again, the dragon's spiked tail glancing off a shimmering dome that appeared around Harry's body, the fourteen-year-old boy in question still feeling the strange high that had come over him with the blue light. Raising his other hand Harry reached out for the dragon and turned his hands palm down, lowering his hands like he was pushing something down and watching as the dragon let out a startled snarl as it was slammed to the ground by an invisible force, one of Harry's hands making a 'Come here' gesture that caused the golden egg to shoot off the top of the nest and into his hands as he quickly caught it.

Harry blinked in shock as the high vanished sharply, leaving him standing in front of a confused dragon and a deathly silent crowd with the golden egg clutched to his chest. Staring at the slowly standing dragon Harry did the only thing he could think of at the time, he turned and ran for the entrance of the arena, vanishing through the door before anyone, dragon or crowd, could react. Almost slamming into the horrified looking Professor McGonagall, who was just standing there looking at him in shock as her mouth opened and closed wordlessly, Harry slid to a stop and clutched the golden egg closer to his chest.

"Did I win?" he blurted, trying not to think about how he had just stood up to a dragon without a wand and won. When Professor McGonagall nodded at him slowly Harry glanced around awkwardly, feeling his cheeks beginning to heat up under the awed stares of the dragon tamers standing near the entrance of the arena. "Uh now what?" Harry asked nervously, Professor McGonagall seemingly snapping herself out of her shock and grabbing his arm, dragging him towards the nearby tent as she muttered something about not having catnip after seven.

Dismissing his Professor's words as his mind playing tricks on him, Harry yelped as Madam Pomfrey sprung out of the darkness of her tent and latched onto him, hauling him into the tent and past three curtained off areas before shoving him down onto the hospital bed in the fourth area.

"What were they thinking?" Pomfrey exclaimed angrily, "DRAGONS? A seventeen-year-old facing a dragon was bad enough Mister Potter! Why would you willingly walk into that arena knowing what was coming?" she demanded before freezing at the results of her magical scans. "And how did you walk out of that arena without as much as a scratch?" the Medi-Witch blurted, blinking at him like a deer in the headlights, "And more importantly! How did you walk out of that arena without as much as a scratch? Not even both your parents had a hospital record as high as you have in three years!"

"I don't know," Harry mumbled slowly, as he swallowed nervously at the memory of how he had so easily defeated a dragon, "I really don't know".

WHITE MAGIC

Based on DZ2's 'Whitelighter Harry' challenge, this idea is the first of many in my wonderful Grimoire! In it we see Harry with gifts related to those of a special set of sisters belonging to one of my favourite TV shows to date!

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