It started out as a peaceful, quiet, normal day for the Halliwell family. After getting their youngest children off to school, and seeing their husbands off to work, they all headed to P3 to have lunch with each other as was their routine the past several years now.
As Paige talked about how little Henry had drawn her the cutest picture yesterday, Piper couldn't help, but smile into her cup of coffee, feeling happy and sad at the same time. Happy because she honestly didn't think that they could get to this point in their lives, and sad because Prue didn't live to have this in her life. It seemed as soon as she had thought about this, the elders decided to make their appearance.
Over the years, the three sister relations with the angels had gotten better. Having two quarter whitelighters,one half whitelighter, and three half cupids, it was inevitable that they had to deal with each other, during those times both sides had seemed to come to a mutual understanding.
Despite that, everytime Piper saw those white or golden robes, she couldn't help but groan.
"Hello, charmed ones." Greeted a short blonde elder, who looked as if she could be someone's grandmother. She and her two companions, whom flanked each side of her were new faces to the three sisters, and by the nervous expressions on their normally stoic faces, made it clear that whatever they were about to say was going to be bad news.
"What do you want?" Piper asked cutting right to the chase, wanting to get back to her lunch.
None of the three sisters missed the grimaces on the face of the two elders, who had yet to speak.
"Your son is alive Phoebe." The shortest elder said fast. As if hoping that if she said it fast enough it would soften the blow.
All three elders sighed as the first reaction they were met with was confusion.
"Son, I don't have a son." Phoebe told the baffled. Paige had already caught on to what the elder might be talking about, but was hoping with every fiber of her being that she was wrong. But the most prominent one was if she was right, and they were about to tell Phoebe that her son was alive and evil, it would destroy her sister.
"The child between you and Cole." The tallest elder supplied in a casual tone as if they were talking about the weather. The only emotion he showed was disgust when he said Cole's name.
And just like that Phoebe felt her whole world flip upside down, and her heart drop to her stomach. He was alive. She couldn't help but think over and over. There was a tense silence until Phoebe let out a broken sob "How?"
"After he killed the demon that had stolen him from your womb, instead of returning to your body, he spent the next eight months going into the body of other witches, and demons, and jumping to a new one when his power eventually killed them." Explained the youngest looking elder. "He somehow ended up in the body of a young witch by the name of Lily Evans Potter. She was powerful enough to carry him through the last two months and survive the birth."
"Back to the task at hand." Interjected the shortest elder, who seemed to have no idea just how thin the she was on. "You have to understand all signs pointed to him being evil, and you all were so young at the time. You wouldn't have been able to control him."
"Why are you telling us this?" Paige asked as she caught phoebe, before she could completely collapsed on the floor.
"He is here, and his power is still growing. You are the only ones powerful enough to help guide and teach him to use his powers for good. You must do this... for the greater good." And that was it, the thin ice that the elders had been skating since they orbed in cracked just a little.
"When I find my son, and trust me I will find him. He better be perfectly happy and healthy or god so help you all." And the sheer tone of her voice sent chills up the spines of all but one person in the room, if he could even be called a person.
Death sat at the bar sipping a handmade martini, with a manic grin on his hood covered face. He couldn't help but agree with the Witch, those pesky angels were going to rue the day they set this in motion, especially when his master got his hands on the lot.
Oh, and how right Death was. His master was about to change the life of ever witch and demon, and everything in between, whether he knew it or not. Because not only did the elders feel the seemingly never ending addictive neutral power, that was Harry Potter. So did every demon living, trapped in hell, and even the ones in limbo.
After the Paige and Piper calmed down their sister, Paige orbed them all back to the Halliwell mansion for a family meeting. After calling Coop and giving him a very short version, of what happened. The two sisters went to work rallying together the rest of their family.
Paige first went retrieved Chris and Wyatt from their colleges. While Piper went to get the girls out of high school. They then met at little Henry's pre-school, making sure they had everyone before heading back to the house. When they got their Wyatt and Chris, were standing on the porch ready to bombard their mom and aunt with questions as to why their usual carefree aunt was upset. Message were left for Leo and Henry to meet them at the house.
Phoebe's daughters had taken up the longest couch, as Phoebe and Coop sat across from them. Henry jr, and Paige's twins, sat on the floor playing among themselves and everyone else stood.
Being in a family of all together fifteen people, there weren't many moments when every single one of those people were quiet, however after the three sister finished explained everything, there was one of those rare moments.
To put it simply everyone was in a state of shock. P.J, Parker, and Peyton couldn't believe that they had a sibling that they had never met. Coop knew better than anyone that his wife had a past before him, but he didn't know how to feel about it hitting him in the face like this.
Once everyone got over their shock, they were all ready to help with a plan.
Harry tried it all, shooting himself, cutting, stabbing, hanging, jumping from ridiculous heights, buying a car driving it and then crashing it into a eighteen wheeler. All he ever achieve was being put on seventy-two hour psych holds at hospitals, lectures on how life was worth living, and spending hours outside of his body simply staring at it. When none of that worked he turned to drugs. Not that anything he took lasted as long as it would have, had he been completely human.
After taking enough cocaine to put down three horses and a heavyweight champion. It occurred to Harry that he had taken too much when, his now normally correct eye vision blurred and then he was in a completely different house, surrounded by people he had never met in his life
Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night, the oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I'll call upon the ancient power, bring us the power we seek, half charmed, half cursed.