Disclaimer: I don't own a dime, nor Harry Potter. Or even Charmed. -SOBS
LOUDLY-
It had been three years since Harry found his place among the Halliwell's, and it was upon the day of returning to Hogwarts that Harry found himself being called down. Blinking away the sleep, Harry pushed himself up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The newly fifteen-year-old's eyes were still as vivid and green as before, his pitch black hair; still unruly and messy as the day he was born. He let out a yawn, stretching his arms and got off from his bed.
"Coming!" He responded, groggily pulling on some clothes. As he was pulling his sweater on, he stopped upon seeing a note on his table. Furrowing his eyebrows, the teenager approached it and could only smile fondly with what was within.
Harry, I should be here today. Don't let Phoebe know, it's a surprise for her too! Oops, suppose I shouldn't have told you I was coming in the note… Oh well!
From your totally awesome and cunning uncle, Cole.
He could only grin, imagining the expression on Phoebe's face when she found out the love of her life was able to escape for a while. Harry shook his head, making sure the note was hidden and then proceeded to venture downstairs.
His grin only got wider upon who was waiting in the living room, with an excited yell of, "Grandpa Albus!" Harry launched himself headfirst into the waiting arms of the elderly wizard. The all-powerful and elderly wizard let out a laugh, embracing the boy in his arms.
"Happy late birthday Harry." He voiced his congratulations, blue eyes twinkling. He tilted his head up, as Piper, Leo and Prue entered the room.
"Ah, I see your parents and aunts are here," Albus spoke, and smiled gently at the utter delight that was on Harry's face. It was definitely a good decision, he hoped this happiness will last. It was what Harry deserved, especially with what he put him through.
Albus shut those depressing thoughts away, turning to the women and man.
"It's been approved, congratulations Piper and Leo. He is now officially your son." His gentle smile grew wider at the absolute delight and happiness vibrating from the couple.
You see, over the years, Harry had grown very quickly on the Halliwell family; to the point that Piper and Leo wanted the boy as their son. Of course, with Leo being a whitelighter and Harry being a cousin to Piper; there were issues regarding this, but Harry already being related to Piper was a huge bonus. Albus was tearfully honoured to be witness to the happy beginning for this family.
Prue turned to her sister, as Phoebe entered the room. "I'm so glad! It's official, this must be the best birthday present for Harry!" She gave the boy a cheerful smile, which Harry responded with his gleeful one. Prue then faced Phoebe, giving Harry a knowing wink. "Good morning Phoebe! Harry's officially their son." She explained, which got Phoebe excited.
"Congratulations! Piper, Leo, and Harry!" Phoebe giddily gave them a group hug. Harry grinned excitedly, giving his now official aunt a knowing look. A bark interrupted their group hug, causing the messy haired teenager to look around with confusion.
It was Phoebe's squeal of glee that could only mean one thing.
And indeed, when arms grabbed the teenager and hoisted him up; Harry let out a happy yell of "Uncle Cole!" and was turned around to see the face of his demonic uncle.
"Hey, kiddo!" Cole said, setting Harry down. Harry grinned back in response, then looked puzzled at the box next to Cole.
"Someone wanted to see you again." Cole sheepishly looked away, embarrassed but with a knowing smile on his lips. Phoebe gasped, hearing a bark. "You actually did!" She exclaimed, giving the half-demon a loving smile which Cole returned.
Harry approached the box, opening the lid to reveal a small black furred wolf looking the puppy. The canine let out another bark, tail wagging as it practically launched itself at the teenager.
Harry grinned, embracing the puppy. A year ago, ironically when his godfather escaped from Azkaban; Harry met an old dog by the name of Grimsby. Having mistaken him for Sirius at first, Harry panicked. But it wasn't long before he noticed the differences. This little puppy was Grimbsy's son, who Harry had befriended.
Harry turned as Albus approached him.
"And lastly, this is rightfully yours." Albus held out a bronze envelope, which could only mean one thing.
Harry opened the envelope, revealing his list of this year's equipment.
Later that day, the family were heading off to Diagon Alley. The family was walking the streets, as Piper held the list in her hand. Prue peered over at the list, nodding to herself.
Piper watched her sister with an amused smile, before setting her sights back to Harry; who was carrying the bags that held his robes for Hogwarts this year. She turned her gaze to her husband, who gave his wife a grin.
"Harry, you excited to see your friends again?" She said, noting how Harry's eyes lit up. His black furred dog lets out a bark, tail wagging. Piper could only smile, seeing Phoebe approaching them.
"Well, I found all the equipment that Harry would need." Phoebe winked, ruffling the teenager's hair. "Cole already dropped it back at the manor." She explained, putting her hands on her hips.
It was a call of, "Harry!" That got the teenager looking around for the source when a blur of brown smacked right into him. He let out a laugh of joy, wrapping his arms around the young lady who was none other than his best friend. Hermione Granger.
"Hey 'Mione!" He greeted, grinning as the brunette stepped back to greet his family. He looked around, noting the absence of his two other best friends. "Where's Ron and Neville?" He enquired, amusedly noting how the brunette's eyes lit up at the mention of Neville.
Hermione gave him a brilliant smile, shyly looking away.
"Well, Ron's over at the Quidditch shop, Neville said he had to get something." She explained, though curious at what Neville had to get; She gave her best friend a grin.
Harry nodded in acknowledgement of what Hermione was saying, though he too was curious on what Neville was getting.
"Harry, there you are!" A boy around Harry's height and slightly more chubby, the fifteen-year-old rushed over to the messy haired teen; giving Hermione a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Hermione gave him a smile, catching Harry's shocked look.
"Neville, when did you get with Hermione?"
Harry finally got over his moment of shock, instead focusing on another matter. "Nevermind, so what did you have to grab?"
Neville paused, giving the two a nervous glance. "Well, I- uh. It's best to show you." He herded them off, grabbing the Ron on the way; The ginger having returned from his quidditch window gawking.
While Neville was herding them off, Prue turned to Phoebe; whose eyes were downcasted.
"He'll find out in due time." Prue tried to soothe her sister, noticing how Phoebe seemed conflicted.
"I hope so Prue, Cole and I-" Phoebe closed her eyes angrily, allowing Piper and Prue to distract her.
Meanwhile, around the corner where no one could see the group; Neville turned to his friends.
"Promise me, you won't tell anyone." He demanded, cringing and shaking his head. "No no, I know you guys wouldn't." He exhaled from his nose, steeling his nerves. He held out his wand, a new 13-inch stick made of cherry wood and unicorn hair. Though the trio was ecstatic that Neville had gotten a new wand, they knew this must be much more serious.
They waited, then...
Neville dropped the glamour.
The normally chubby boy that looked like Alice and Frank Longbottom, was much thinner, his cheeks lost most of its baby fat and his hair was a caramel shade of brown; lighter. In fact, the colour reminded Harry of someone else he knew. His eyes, his eyes were a very familiar green colour that could only belong to one person.
"Cole." Harry murmured, approaching Neville. "How did this happen, Neville?"
"I believe I can help explain." A voice cut in.