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Chapter 2:

The Malfoys were settling in their San Francisco manor; Narcissa loved to sit by the indoor terrace in their manor in Wiltshire, but the manor in Prescott was not big enough for one, so Lucius took out his wand and with the help of the house elves, he managed to build a gorgeous terrace that was outdoors but connected to the inside of the manor with an unbreakable, water-proof glass arched rooftop, keeping the occupants on the terrace dry.

It was their second day in San Francisco and the Malfoys were quite content, even though Draco was miffed that he had to wait for word from Severus Snape - his godfather and a good friend of the Malfoys, who turned out to be a spy for Dumbledore ever since the Dark Lord killed his one true love and best friend Lily Potter - for him to be able to see his friends in Britain and have them over.

Lucius and Narcissa were drinking honey tea out by the terrace with warming charms as a harsh storm brew above them. Lucius hasn't seen an occupant from the Halliwell manor and if it weren't for those muggle contraptions called cars that were always parked in front of the manor, he would think that they moved out – but then again, another thing Lucius remembered was that the line of Halliwell was over two centuries old, they would never sell the place.

They watched as a brunette with a fringe covering her eyes stepped out of a metal green Jeep. She was looking at something at the end of the road and continuously ducked inside her car whenever the storm cracked loudly above her. At the exact moment Draco joined them out for tea, another car sped down the road, doing a 180 turn, parking the car in front of the brunette's jeep. Draco whistled, his eyes staring hungrily at the car and Lucius had to admit that he ached for that car as well.

"That's a ruddy amazing sports car!" Draco said breathlessly; ever since they arrived the other day, Draco had been obsessed about cars. And it was; it was a metallic, electric silver color which slightly resembled Lucius' eyes, with unusual surface details, colorful accents and on the front was a sign saying BMW and a tiny i8 besides it. When the passenger opened the door, it turned out to be scissor doors rotating as it opened upwards, making Draco salivate even more.

The girl that emerged from the car however, was even sexier than the car itself, and all three Malfoys stared agape at the woman. She looked to be in her early twenties, with silver-blonde hair, sun kissed skin, a long swan like neck with delicate feminine features. She was dressed in skin tight black leather pants, a tight red corset top with a light grey cardigan and matching ankle boot stiletto heels. As she was closing her car door and locking up her car, her eyes met Lucius', revealing silver-grey eyes that were, oh so familiar and for a second her eyes lit up in recognition before narrowing into slits, and she abruptly turned her back on them.

"Father is that –"Draco began.

"Yes, Draco that is her," was all Lucius Malfoy said as he continued sipping his tea nonchalantly. Narcissa and Draco traded uncomfortable looks that were broken as the brunette girl yelled at the younger girl.

"PANDORA HALLIWELL! HOW MANY TIMES DO PRUE AND I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP SPEEDING LIKE A MANIAC?"

Pandora; that was a pretty name, Lucius admitted to himself, he was finally able to put a name to that angelic face he saw twenty-one years ago. The girl, Pandora laughed softly, not at all bothered by her sister's shouting and said, "Ah, c'mon Piper, you're not even twenty-five yet, live a little big sis."

Piper rolled her eyes, "You had to buy that car?"

Pandora smirked, "Hey, grams said that as long as I had the money, I could buy any car I desired, tough luck sis – now when is Pheebs coming! I miss her so much!" she squealed at the end.

Piper instantly shushed her, her eyes looking towards the Halliwell manor for eavesdroppers, "Tonight."

Pandora giggled, "You still haven't told Prue yet, have you?!"

"Are you trying to get me killed, of course I didn't tell her," she groaned.

Pandora rolled her eyes and said, "Well Prue's gonna have to deal with it, Pheebs is our sister too and she has the right to live in the manor as much as we do!" said Pandora vehemently, "Now Piper, how about we go inside before it rains all over us?" Together the two women disappeared into the manor, leaving the Malfoys to enjoy the silence.

"So that was your daughter – Pandora Halliwell? All-gift … the woman knew how to pick the names," Narcissa mused, as she lifted the tea to her lips, her pinky finger sticking out elegantly.

"She's really pretty," Draco spoke up. Lucius turned to stare at his son, his eyes so like his mother's silver-blue. Pandora seemed to have inherited the exact shape, shade and color of his eyes.

Narcissa placed an eavesdropper spell that can only be heard from the terrace and Lucius' eyes widened a fraction as he stared at his wife, "Cissy – for what, may I ask, did you cast that spell for?"

Narcissa grinned mischievously at him, "Oh come on Lucius, don't tell me you're not the least bit curious about the Halliwells! We've nothing to do all day but sit on this bloody terrace until the war is over and done with," she reasoned.

***P4***

"Prue," Pandora yelled out as Piper hung her coat on the rack.

Prue's muffled voice came from inside, "In here, working on the chandelier."

"Sorry I'm late, I was waiting for our nutcase of a younger sister to show up, speeding like a hooligan!" here Piper threw Pandora a dirty look as she rolled her eyes and said, "No one says hooligan anymore big sis, jeez you're old." Piper smacked her shoulder, "Hey!" as they made their way to Prue.

"What else is new?" Prue said, throwing an amused yet stern look at Pandora, "Piper I would have been here to meet the electrician myself but you know I can't leave the museum until six. I didn't even have time to change."

"I just didn't realize how long I was in China town. Did Jeremy call?" Piper asked.

Pandora made a face, "I hate going to China town, eugh! Piper, how do you do it?" asked Pandora, scrunching her nose upwards.

"Pan! Enough!" Prue said giving Pandora, who tried to look contrite a stern look, before addressing Piper, "No, but he had some roses and a package delivered. What were you doing in China town? I thought you had an interview in North Beach."

"I did, but I went to Young Lee market after my interview to get the ingredients for my audition recipe tomorrow," Piper said, she then looked left and right for Pandora and glared at her as she saw her sniffing the roses Jeremy got her, "Hey you! Sniff your own flowers would ya!"

"Ugh, I would but me and Jake broke up remember, I'm single now and it's pathetic to send yourself flowers," Pandora said with a pointed look at Piper, who blushed at the last part.

"Yea well, give it a few days and I'm sure you'll have a new boyfriend," Prue said with disdain.

Pandora beamed at her, "Ya think? Thanks Prue."

Prue snorted, "So Piper, that wolfgang-puck knock-off didn't hire you then?"

"No, but this might just get me the job," Piper said as she shook a bottle of wine in the air from the package Jeremy sent.

"Jeremy sent you port?" asked Pandora a small smirk on her face.

Piper glared at warningly, knowing what her sister would have said, "The ultimate ingredient for my recipe," she then looked over at the table in the conservatory and gasped as she made her way over, "Oh my god, I don't believe it, Pan come look! Tell me that's not our old spirit board?"

Prue shrugged, "Yeah, I found it in the basement when I was looking for the circuit tester."

Pandora snatched the spirit board from Piper excitedly and turned it over, finding an inscription in the back; she read it out loud, "'to my four beautiful girls. May this give you the light to find the shadows. We call upon the Power of Four, make our spirits soar. We call upon the Power of Four, Spirits, Magic, Allure. Love, Mom.' We never did figure out what this inscription meant," she added, looking up at Prue and Piper.

"Well maybe we should send it to Phoebe," Prue ground out, ignoring the glare Pandora was giving her, "That girl is so in the dark, maybe a little light will help."

Piper stepped on Pandora's foot really hard to stop her from retorting – it was a very well-known fact that out of the four Halliwell sisters, Pandora was the cheerful, bubbly one that rarely took anything seriously, unless it came to her sisters; also, Pandora was famous for her bite; when you get her mad, she could be very cruel and insulting.

"You're always so hard on her," Piper said softly, as Pandora was massaging her poor toe from Piper's attack.

"Piper, the girl has no vision, no sense of the future," Prue barked at her, then she turned her attention to her youngest sister and sincerely spoke softly, "I know that Phoebe and you were closer when you were young as there was barely a year difference between you, but after all she's done with me … I just can't take it lightly at how flaky Phoebe's become."

Pandora rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I'm going up to change." Walking past Prue and ignoring Piper as she waved off her hand and went up the stairs, slamming her door shut. Pandora managed to hear the last few words as she leaned by the door in her room.

"I really think Phoebe's coming around."

"Well, as long as she doesn't come around here I guess that's good news."

Pandora smirked evilly at that as she got her PJs out, mumbling, "The jokes on you Prudence."

***P4***

"Narcissa that's enough, I think we've spied enough," Lucius spoke out rationally.

"Don't be a bore Lucius, it's not like they will ever find out … besides things might get more interesting later," she shrugged.

"So the eldest sister has a problem with the third sister, very interesting," Draco drawled out sarcastically.

"Oh hush you, I see another car coming along, maybe it's the elusive sister," Narcissa said as she smacked her son to be quiet.

***P4***

"I don't get it! I have checked everything, there's no reason why the chandelier should not be working," Prue growled as she fiddled with the circuit tester.

Piper fidgeted uncomfortably, twisting her hands by her side as she spoke to Prue, "You know how we've been talking about what to do with the spare room? I think you're right, we shouldn't take extra money from Pan, and we do need a roommate."

"We can rent the room at a reduced rate in exchange for help around the house," Prue shrugged.

"Phoebe's good with a wrench," Pandora blurted out as she entered the room, throwing Piper a subtle wink who gave her a grateful look.

Prue glared at Pandora as she said, "Phoebe lives in New York!"

"Not anymore," Pandora sang mischievously, making Prue narrow her eyes at her and snap, "What?"

"She's leaving New York. She's moving back in with us," Piper rushed out quickly, before going to stand by Pandora's side, who rolled her eyes – yea right, as if Prue would bodily harm us.

"You have got to be kidding!" Prue ground out angrily, her eyes flicking from Piper to Pandora as if she were hoping for one of them to yell out 'joking.'

"Well, I could hardly say no. It's her house too. Grams left it to all four of us," Piper whined.

"And we shouldn't have to tell her no, she's our sister!" Pandora pointed out with a glare reserved just for Prue.

"Look Pandora you're the only one of us who's even spoken to Phoebe since you had to go to New York for work," Prue reasoned.

"Actually, I've spoken to her," Piper admitted.

Prue gave Piper a betrayed look before saying, "Look, maybe you two have forgotten why I'm still mad at her!"

Piper stopped Pandora from defending Phoebe as she spat out desperately, waving her hands in the air, "No, of course not but she had nowhere else to go. She lost her job, she's in debt."

"And this is news?" Prue yelled before a sudden suspicious look came over Prue's face, "How long have you two known about this anyway?"

Piper and Pandora gave her twin innocent looks.

"A couple of days."

"Maybe a week – or two."

"Thanks for sharing. When does she arrive?" Prue asked sarcastically.

Suddenly the front door opened and Phoebe walked in yelling as she waved around the spare key, "Surprise! I found the hide-a-key." Prue glared at Piper and Pandora, promising retribution and possible body harm.

Pandora however nudged her and then squealed, "PHEEBS!" before running forward and the next thing Phoebe noticed was a silver bullet jumping into her arms, hugging her tightly, "PAN! I've missed you!"

"You're never leaving me, uh – us again!" Pandora said in a baby voice making Phoebe laugh and hug her baby sister tighter as Piper came forward, "Phoebe, welcome home."

"Hello Piper," Phoebe said, giving Piper a smile and a hug.

"It's so good to see you, isn't it Prue?" Piper gave Prue a stern look.

"I'm speechless," Prue said emotionlessly, her eyes spitting fire in Phoebe's direction.

Piper and Pandora jumped as a car horn honked from outside and Phoebe sheepishly smiled, "Oops, I forgot about the cab."

Pandora smirked and said, "Let me go to my room and get my purse," moving towards the stairs but Piper stopped her as she grabs Prue's purse and heads outside, "I'll get it."

"Piper, that's my purse," Prue yelled after her.

"Thanks," said a sheepish Phoebe, "I'll pay you back."

Prue snorted and Pandora glared at her warningly. Prue rolled her eyes and tried for a conversation for her baby sister's sake, "Is that all you got?" nudging her face towards the small luggage.

"That's all that I own … and a bike," Pandora gasped at that, a look of horror etched all over her face, "Look, I know that you don't want me here …"

"We're not selling Grams house," Prue snapped.

"Prue!" Pandora yelled.

"No Pan, let her speak – is that why you think I came back?" Phoebe demanded Prue, a look of disbelief on her face.

"Look, the only reason Piper and I gave up our apartment and moved back here is because this house has been in our family for generations," Prue yelled.

"And because you two didn't trust me to live here on my own and not burn the house," Pandora shrugged. Phoebe snorted but Prue ignored her.

"No history lesson needed, I grew up here, too. So, can we talk about what's really bothering you?"

Prue scowled, "No, I'm still furious with you."

"So, you'd rather have a tense reunion filled with boring chitchat and unimportant small talk?" sad a baffled Phoebe.

"No, but otherwise we have nothing to talk about," said Prue indifferently.

"I never touched Roger," Phoebe growled out.

"Whoa!" Pandora breathed out at the abrupt way Phoebe blurted it out, and by the looks of it, Prue looked shocked as well.

Phoebe continued, "I know you think otherwise because that's what that Armani-wearing, Chardonnay slugging, trust funder told you …" at that moment Piper walked in.

"Took you long enough," Pandora mumbles to Piper. "It's getting too tense in here."

"Hey, I have a great idea! Why don't I make a fabulous reunion dinner?" Piper offered happily.

"I'm not hungry," Prue snapped.

"I ate on the bus," Phoebe muttered. The both of them made their way to their respective rooms leaving Piper and Phoebe alone in the dining room.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I can eat some food," Pandora winked and Piper smiled gratefully at her.

"Those two are so frustrating, you'd think they were the youngest," Piper rambled.

"Tell me about it. Sometimes I don't feel twenty-one at all when I'm around Prue and Phoebe," Pandora snorted.

As they entered the kitchen, Piper began cooking for Phoebe as she was positive that Phoebe hadn't eaten anything at all, while Pandora sat on the counter and engaged her in a conversation about her interview in two days and the new song Pandora's manager was thinking about doing a video shoot for.

***P4***

"How do we use that infernal muggle gadget?" Lucius asked Sockey, watching as Sockey pressed some buttons on a rectangular slim box, "Put something about politics."

Sockey left the television on a murder that happened that night, while his wife and son continued eavesdropping on his daugh- the Halliwells, he corrected himself.

The reporter, Jeremy Burns began reporting about a woman, Serena Fredrick, who was murdered by a stab wound to her stomach. The knife used was a double edged steel knife and her body was found by an altar, filled with carvings from what the image of the scene showed Lucius.

The reporter then proceeded to make his way to two of the inspectors by the scene of the crime.

"Jeremy Burns, San Francisco Chronicle. You care to comment?" he asked.

The Caucasian inspector with a strong jaw, rugged handsome looks and light blue eyes that sparked like diamonds, bluntly said in a dismissive manner, "She was stabbed, plain and simple."

"Well that's the third one in three weeks," Jeremy Burns pointed out, but the two inspectors ignored him and the Caucasian one walked away.

"Dear, what are you watching, I thought you hated all these muggle contraptions," Narcissa asked bewilderedly.

Lucius huffed, "I do, no matter how ingenious I find their contraptions to be – apparently there is a serial killer – third woman murdered in three weeks, unless he's caught, there will be a fourth one next week."

"Yes well apparently that reporter, Jeremy is Piper's boyfriend," Narcissa told him as if it were one of the most interesting information Lucius has ever received.

"Cissy I don't think this is healthy for you … maybe tomorrow we'll speak with Severus instead of waiting for him to approach us first – I think you need to have a tea gathering with some friends," Lucius said worriedly.

"Oh, phish posh dear, is it wrong for me to take interest in your daughter's life?" said Narcissa bluntly and Lucius winced when she said daughter, but before he could reply, Draco's voice boomed out, "Mother, they're in the conservatory talking about that reporter."

Lucius stared aghast at his wife and said, "What are you turning my son into?"

Narcissa glared at him and yelled, "Coming!" To Draco, "Come Lucius, let us have some more tea, it'll take some time for us to get used to the time difference here."

Lucius reluctantly allowed Narcissa to drag him over to the terrace and listen on to the conversation Piper, Phoebe and Pandora were having.

***P4***

Piper, Phoebe and Pandora were sitting at the table in the conservatory, playing with the spirit board.

"When did you meet Jeremy?" Phoebe asked Piper, both girls ignoring Pandora's look of disgust at the mention of Jeremy.

Piper laughed at the memory before she repeated it for the hundredth time, "About six months ago – right before Grams died. We met in the hospital cafeteria the day Grams was admitted. He was covering a story and I was bawling over a bagel. So, he handed me a napkin."

"How romantic," Pandora drawled sarcastically.

Piper gave her the evil eye, "As a matter of fact it was, and you know that Pan!" she then looked at Phoebe and told her, "It had his phone number on it."

Phoebe laughed, "What about you Pan? Last I heard when you visited me in New York, you were going out with some dude … Josh, right?"

"Dumped him," Pandora yawned, "He was cheating on me, and that was really bad for my image if anyone found out, Operah would have a bitch fit," Pandora rolled her eyes as Piper and Phoebe snorted, "but seriously, cheating is the one thing I do not tolerate, so even if my PR told me I had to stick with him I would have fired her ass."

"Amen sister," Phoebe laughed, giving Pandora a high-five, just as Piper squealed to Phoebe, "Stop pushing the pointer."

Phoebe looked confused, "I'm not touching it."

"You always used to push the pointer," Piper stated, "More popcorn?" she asked, getting up and heading for the kitchen. Phoebe yelled out after her, "Hey, I forgot your question."

Piper yelled back from the kitchen, "I asked if Prue would have sex other than herself this year."

Pandora burst out laughing, her hand clutching onto her sides as Phoebe whined, "That's disgusting," she then implored the spirit board, "Please say yes," when suddenly the pointer moved to the letter 'A' on its own and then moved over to the letter 'T'. Phoebe and Pandora shared identical freaked out looks before Phoebe yelled out for Piper to get back to the conservatory.

"What?" Piper asked as she and Prue entered the room at the same time.

"What did you two troublemakers do now?" asked Prue suspiciously, and regardless of the freaky situation Pandora and Phoebe had just witnessed, Pandora still managed to roll her eyes – every time Phoebe and Pandora were together, they somehow managed to cause mischief and mayhem and Prue would never let it go.

"The pointer on the spirit board – it moved on its own," Phoebe said frantically. Prue and Piper stare at her disbelievingly and Pandora stood up for her, "She's not joking, I saw it too. It spelled 'A' 'T'."

"But Phoebe always used to push the pointer," Prue stated, not wanting to believe what her two younger sisters said was true – it was impossible.

"My fingers were barely touching it, look," she put her fingers on the pointer, but nothing happened and so, Prue and Piper started to leave as Pandora huffed in disappointment. The pointer then moved to the bottom of the board, and then back to the letter 'T', Pandora yelled, "Ah, it did it again! It moved!"

Prue and Piper turned to the board to see it just as they left it before. "It's still on the letter 'T'," said Prue beginning to get annoyed.

"I swear it moved," said Phoebe desperately as she stared at Piper. Prue scoffed and left the room, just then, the pointer moved again and Piper's eyes widened at the sight.

"You saw that right?" asked Pandora excitedly.

"I think so, yeah," said Piper unsurely.

"I told you I wasn't touching it," said a smug Phoebe as the pointer moved yet again, but this time, Phoebe let go of the pointer completely and Piper began freaking out as she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Prue, can you come in here for a sec?"

Prue grudgingly came back, "Now what?" she demanded.

Phoebe ignored her as she wrote something down on an envelope with Pandora looking over her shoulder, "I think it's trying to tell us something," she then held up the envelope to show her two older sisters what she wrote down, "Attic."

"Dun-dun-dun-dunnnnn," Pandora sang in a creepy voice signaling doom; Prue and Piper glared at her and Phoebe gave her an amused look, "What people? Jeez sisters, stop being so morbid."

"Morbid? That's a new dictionary word," Prue looked impressed.

Pandora shrugged, "Eh, my PR advised me to brush up on my vocabulary, learn at least a new word every day." At that moment there was a loud clap of thunder and the power went out.

Piper began freaking out as she rushed over to the door in the foyer with Prue on her heels.

"Don't you think you're overreacting? We're perfectly safe here," Prue growled out.

"Don't say that!" yelped Piper, a tremor in her voice, "In horror movies, the person who says that is always the next to die."

"Hey, that's not true Piper! The horror movie I starred in two years ago had me say that and I was the only one who survived," Pandora yelled from the kitchen causing Phoebe to break out in giggles and Prue to cough in order to hide her laughter as Piper glared in the direction of the kitchen.

"It is pouring rain. There's a psycho on the loose. Jeremy's not even home," Prue tried to make Piper see sense, but to no avail as Piper began stuttering, "Well, I'll-I'll-I'll wait in the cab until he gets home."

Prue snorted, "That'll be cheap."

Piper gave Prue a deadpanned stare, "Prue, Pandora and I saw that pointer move."

Prue stubbornly shook her head in denial, "No, look, what you saw was Phoebe's fingers pushing the pointer; Pandora's just messing with you like she always does. There's nothing in the attic, they're playing a joke on us."

In the kitchen, Phoebe and Pandora drowned their two elder sisters out and rolled their eyes.

"Whenever it comes to you sis, Prue instantly goes on defense mode," Pandora was frustrated as she pulled a few strands of her silvery-blonde silky hair.

"Eh," Phoebe shrugged, she then gave Pandora an impish look, "And apparently when you're with me, everything you say is a practical joke."

"Haha, good one … not!" deadpanned Pandora, not amused, not even the slightest. She then huffed and stood up, riffling through the drawers for a flashlight.

"Woah, little sis, what are you doing?" Phoebe asked concerned with the abrupt change in her usually bubbly sister's mood.

Pandora let out a cry of triumph as she found a flashlight, putting it on she looked at Phoebe and said in completely serious voice, "I'm going to the attic … so Prue and Piper doesn't believe us – tough. We both know what we saw and that spirit board gave us the message, which means we were probably meant to find it."

Phoebe gets a look of determination on her face, "Let's go little sis."

The two of them passed the foyer on the way to the staircase just as Piper said, "Phoebe will go with me to the basement, won't you Phoebe?"

"Nope, I'm going with Pan to the attic."

Pandora laughed, "Besides, you guys forgot that that Pheebs is scared of the basement."

Phoebe bumped her shoulder and hissed, "Hey! Don't bring that up, I'm not … scared," Pandora merely gave her a disbelieving look, but she let the subject drop … for now anyways.

"Excuse me? No, no you're not, we already agreed," Prue yelled.

"I am not waiting for some handyman to check out the attic and I'm certainly not waiting till tomorrow. I'm going now and Pan's coming with me," Phoebe yelled back nonchalantly.

Prue glared at Phoebe's retreating back as she continued trudging up the stairs with an excited Pandora and raised her hands in the air in a surrender motion. Piper looked conflicted as she stared at her three sisters, "Prue, wait …"

Phoebe and Pandora reached the attic door and gave each other unsure looks before Pandora decided to just get it over with quickly and opened the attic door.

"It's locked," she growled; Phoebe barged forward, gently pushing Pandora aside and gave it a try – but it was no use. Phoebe started studying the size and shape of the keyhole, "Let's get a toolbox and break it through."

The two sisters swivel around to go down the stairs when they heard a low creaking sound from behind them; Pandora grabbed Phoebe's wrist tightly as they slowly turned around to see the attic door opening … by itself! They gave each other bewildered and panic-stricken looks before curiosity won out and they slowly but quietly creep inside the room.

There was a light shining on a trunk. Pandora walked over and opened it only to find a huge and rectangular, thick, dusty book inside. Phoebe joined Pandora on the ground beside the trunk and blew the dust off the book, impatiently giving Pandora the signal to open it.

"This is so how nearly every horror movie begins," muttered Pandora, shaking her head as she noticed a cursive script on the first page, "The Book of Shadows?" she looked up questionably at Phoebe, who merely turned the page over again and began to read out loud, "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 your powers to we sisters four, we want the power," Phoebe's voice began to trail off as she read the last four words, "give us the power."

"Dude, you do not read a book of witchcraft out loud," Pandora scolded Phoebe, giving her elder sister a panic-filled look.

"What are you two doing?" Prue asked as she and Piper entered the attic.

Phoebe hesitated momentarily as she struggled to get up from the floor and answer Prue at the same time, "Uh … reading an incantation. It was in this Book of Shadows that Pan found in the trunk."

Piper gaped at them, "How did you get in here?"

Pandora scoffed, "You're so not going to believe this, but the door just openedby itself," she stressed the last words out in slight disbelief and awe.

"You're right, I don't believe you," Prue looked at her youngest sister like she was some lunatic.

"Wait a minute," Piper stared at Phoebe confused, "An incantation? What incantation?"

Phoebe looked excited and in awe as she showed Prue and Piper the page she read from just moments ago, "It said something about there being four essentials of magic. Uh, timing, feeling, phases of the moon and defensive manipulation," Phoebe's voice turned somehow mystical, which gave Pandora the feeling that she would make a great actress, "If we were ever gonna do this, now – midnight on a full moon – is the most powerful time."

Prue looked at Phoebe as though she were a crazy woman while Pandora looked resigned, hiding her face inside her hand, leaving a small hole between her fingers to peep at her sisters.

Piper however, turned frantic, her voice trembling, "This? Do what?"

"Receive our powers," Phoebe said gleefully, full teeth showing through, only managing to tick her sisters off – all three of them.

"What powers?" Piper looked confused, her face then changed to realization, "Wait, our powers?" she then swiveled to Phoebe, pointing an accusing finger at her, "You included me in this?"

Pandora cleared her throat, "Actually Piper, she included us all."

Prue grimaced, "She's right, listen to this," Prue picked up the book and read the last line from the spell Phoebe read from, "Bring your powers to we sisters four. It's a book of witchcraft!" she snapped, slamming the book on a nearby table as she glared at Phoebe in anger.

Piper stared at her three sisters in disbelief as she reached out for the book, "Let me see that."

***P4***

Lucius tried his best to ignore the Halliwells discovery of magic.

A book of spells? Really?

Narcissa and Draco didn't even bother hiding their interest. Truth be told, Lucius was extremely curious about the Wiccan ways. How did these Wiccan witches differ, despite the obvious of them not having wands?

Patty seemed to have moved out of the house. Lucius would deny it if his wife or son asked him, but he was listening closely for her arrival – but other than them mentioning her when it came to a note behind a, spirit board, was it? He heard nothing else.

Penny Halliwell however, was clearly dead – Piper spoke of her being admitted into the hospital when she met the reporter and the way they spoke of her, it was obvious that the matriarch of the Halliwell line died recently.

At least Lucius didn't have to worry about her. Pandora on the other hand – she obviously recognized him, and how could she not? They had the exact same hair and eyes. Lucius didn't know what to think of her and so he ignored her every time her voice resounded through his wife's nifty spell – stuck in denial.

Suddenly his wife poked him, waking him up from his reverie, hissing, "Lucius! There's a man, he's just – standing out there in front of the Halliwell manor."

Lucius' head snapped back up and stared in the direction of the manor opposite to him and grimaced; there seemed to be a figure, who looked to be the form of a man, donned in a garish leather trench coat with a hood over his head, covering his face from prying eyes – and, was that a knife in his hand?

The man just stood there, as still as a statue. He looked to be – listening to the sisters' conversation from the inside of the house.

"Lucius," his wife sounded panicked, "I think that might be the serial killer they spoke of in that muggle talking box contraption."

Lucius narrowed his eyes before shaking his head, "Don't be paranoid Cissy, it's probably some man courting one off those sisters."

"I don't know father, he seems suspicious … if I didn't have magic then I would be highly uncomfortable right now," Draco trailed off at the look of anger and denial on his father's face.

Prue's voice rang out, filling in the uncomfortable silence, "Spirit boards, books of witchcraft. It figures all this freaky stuff started when you arrived."

She sounded angry and highly skeptical from what the Malfoy's could hear.

"Hey! I wasn't the one who found the spirit board!"

"Besides, I was there too Prue! I know what I saw," Pandora's voice reverberated angrily and Lucius felt his heart go out for her as he stared at the man who was still standing in the exact same spot, as still as a statue.

"It doesn't matter, because nothing happened, right Phoebe? When you did the incantation?" Piper's voice trembled slightly.

"Well my head spun around and I vomited split-pea soup," Phoebe retorted sarcastically making Pandora burst into a fit of giggles, "How should I know?"

Draco snorted, "She's funny." Narcissa gave her son an amused look and Lucius grimaced, he hoped his family didn't get too attached to the Halliwells.

"Everything feels the same you guys, nothing has changed, the house still needs work, that's all," said Pandora calmly.

At those words, the creepy man standing outside, staring resolutely at the manor shoved his knife into his pocket and slowly walked away.

"You placed protection charms and wards around the manor, right dear?" asked Narcissa softly as she watched the man slink off the other side of the road.

Lucius scoffed, "Of course I did – what do you take me for?"

"Time for bed, Draco, come along!"

Draco grumbled, but let his mother drag him upstairs. Lucius slowly stood up and stared at the Halliwell manor for a few minutes before he sighed and went to join his wife in bed.

***P4***

The next morning Pandora woke up, having just missed Prue who already left early for work. Today, Pandora had no rehearsals or photo-shoots; in fact, she had nothing to until her manager or PR gave her a call, which was why Pandora enjoyed her way of living – she merely had a small interview tomorrow with a businessman that wanted to advertise her new album.

Pandora decided that after having her usual healthy breakfast, she would go for a long run around the block and then go shopping.

She dressed up in a white sports bra, tight white shorts and her silver Nike, showing off her golden tan. Pandora tied her long silver-blonde hair into a ponytail so that it wouldn't get in the way and get all sweaty. Checking her reflection one last time in the mirror stand by the foyer, she opened the front door, only to find Piper and Phoebe in the middle of a heated discussion about last night's strange events.

"No. According to the Book of Shadows, one of our ancestors was a witch, named Melinda Warren," she heard Phoebe tell Piper.

Pandora walked down the stairs her sisters were sitting on, "And we have a cousin who's a drunk, an aunt who's a maniac, and both our fathers are invisible," she said teasingly.

"Exactly," Piper huffed, standing up.

Phoebe mock-glared at her two sisters, "I'm serious! She practiced powers. Three powers. She could move objects with her mind, see the future and stop time. Before Melinda was burned at the stake, she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of four sisters," she walked Piper to her car, looping her arm into Pandora's, "Now these sisters would be the most powerful witches the world has ever known, and the one with the new power would be the soul of the sisters; the secret weapon. They're good witches and I think we're those sisters," she said desperately, her voice actually solemn compared to usual.

Piper gave Phoebe a pitying look as Pandora stared at the two of them in amusement, "Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable, but we're not witches and we do not have special powers. Besides, Grams wasn't a witch and as far as we know, neither was mum." Piper gave Phoebe and Pandora each a kiss on the cheek, and as she get in the car she said, "So take that Nancy Drew."

"We're the protectors of the innocent. We're known as the Charmed ones," Phoebes yelled out after Piper cheerfully as she drove off for her audition.

Pandora snorted out loud and said, "Seriously Pheebs, the neighbors didn't hear yet, speak louder."

Phoebe smacked her arm lightly, "Oh you," she then put her hand over her eyes, blocking the sun from her face giving Pandora an approving look, "Damn Pan, you look hawt!"

Pandora winked saucily at her sister, "I'm going for a jog around the block, wanna join?" Phoebe shook her head in negative, "I'm going to go for a ride on my bike in a bit – take care Pan!" Phoebe yelled after her as Pandora started her jog.

As Pandora passed the manor where the new people moved in two days ago, she noticed a young boy who looked like a copy of the older man sitting outside on the terrace. A man with long, black greasy hair curtaining his sallow, pale face sat with him, but other than that, Pandora could make no more out of them from the angle she was in.

Pandora's thoughts went back to the man she saw yesterday who moved in the house opposite theirs and she instantly grimaced. His long silver-blonde hair was a dead giveaway. Pandora always had unique hair – in fact, she would often make a game out of it when she was in high school, looking for someone with the exact shade of hair and eyes as hers, but it was uniquely Pandora. Her Grams told her one day that she inherited them from her father. Pandora wasn't able to determine what color the stranger's eyes were, but they weren't obscure with the distance between them; Pandora knew it in her heart that his eyes were the exact color and shade as hers – they looked almost silver in the dark and Pandora was positive that they were a familiar silver-grey that she saw in the mirror every day.

Pandora was ninety-nine percent sure that the strange man, their new neighbor – was her father.

***P4***

"So, you have been spying on four muggle sisters for entertainment?" asked Severus in skeptical voice. Draco nodded, avoiding eye contact.

At that moment, the olive-skinned petite brunette with short bob hairstyle yelled out after her sister who was driving away, "We're the protectors of the innocent. We're known as the Charmed ones." Severus ignored the two remaining sisters blathering on about utter nonsense, not even giving them a spare glance, much to Draco's relief.

Draco knew that his godfather was a very sharp wizard. If Severus Snape glanced at his older sister for even a second, he would instantly recognize her as Lucius' daughter. The hair and eyes were a complete giveaway as not only did she inherit the Malfoy hair, a feature that was passed down to every Malfoy child, but she even had the exact shape and color eyes as Lucius. It could not be mistaken as a coincidence.

"Where are your parents?" Severus asked his godson. He was quite surprised to find Draco alone when he made his way through their floo.

Draco shrugged, keeping his eyes away from the Halliwell manor so as to not make the shrewd man beside him suspicious, "Mother wanted to go shopping for American clothes to fit in more, father went with her and had the elves watch over me," he grumbled. If it weren't for the eavesdropping charm his mother had made last night, he would've been born out of his mind.

"Hmm, I'll stay with you and wait for them," Severus smiled at the big smile Draco gave him in return, and at that moment he saw a flash of silver from the corner of his eyes.

Severus turned his head slightly and saw a gorgeous woman in her early twenties dressed in barely any clothing. She had silver-blonde hair, sun-kissed skin and such soft feminine features. Her body was extremely toned and fit and she had a diamond belly piercing that reflected in the sunlight in her wake. As the beautiful stranger jogged closer to the terrace, his breath caught when he found himself looking at familiar eyes he was used to looking at on a daily basis for over two decades.

Draco winced when he saw recognition light up in his godfather's black coal eyes and his intake of breath; Severus Snape knew.

Severus stared at Draco startled, "Draco, she-she, is she Lucius' daughter?" but Draco stayed obediently quiet, not saying a word without his father's permission – but it was too late. Severus knew and he would definitely be bringing it up with one of his oldest friend.

Pandora gave her pride and joy, her baby to the valet for parking – her BMW i8; as she was a famous celebrity, she knew that they would take the utmost care of it.

Pandora was dressed in a halter neck blood red top with a plunging backline, only holding on to her back by two strings and low-waist skinny jeans, topping it off with 8-inch stiletto pump red heels. She had her silver-blonde hair curled and tied into a ponytail so that her bare back showed. Blood red painted nails dug through the latest black Dior purse, retrieving a round, double-row metal Chanel sunglasses with metallic fantasy pearls and placed them on the bridge of her nose, protecting her eyes from the burning sunlight.

Pandora made her way to the shops in Union Square, making a beeline to Louis Vuitton to begin her day of shopping. Pandora's day was going fantastically well as she flitted in and out through her favorite shops. However, the day started to go south when she entered Prada looking for the latest chic clothing with the purses to match.

It was when she was exiting the changing rooms that it happened; there were some workers breaking in a new wall as Prada requested for an expansion, when a few wooden planks fell from the ceiling, heading right at her. Pandora panicked and threw her hand over her head in fear.

When nothing happened, she looked up and nearly screamed at the sight; her hands somehow created some neon blue energy shield that sparkled like electricity, and when the planks hit it, instead of falling through, it bounced off, hitting the wall opposite her.

Pandora stood in her spot for a long time as she stared at her palms, unable to comprehend what had just happened to her. Could Phoebe be right about the whole witchy-poo mumbo jumbo? Pandora snapped into action. She paid for her things and gathered all her shopping bags, hastily making a retreat out the door only to bump into someone else, both their bags scattering on the ground from the impact.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was in a rush," Pandora spoke sincerely.

"Never mind, it happens," a feminine, cultured and posh British accent responded making Pandora look up, only to take an instant step back. Of course Pandora would bump into her new neighbor; all she needed know was the man she knew without a doubt to be her father to pop up next to his wife.

"Cissy, are you alright?" a baritone, British accent belonging to a man this time spoke.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Pandora gathered her bags quickly, wanting nothing more than to stay as far away from the two of them as possible, get into her car and have a few choice words with Phoebe – this was all her fault!

"Yes, I bumped into this lady by accident," the woman spoke up kindly, yet Pandora detected a hint of recognition in her voice and something else she couldn't put her finger on. Pandora studied body language and voice modulation in acting class so that she could be a qualified actress, so Pandora could tell that there was something off about the woman's behavior. Pandora also noticed from the corner of her eye, how the man tensed the second his eyes took notice of her appearance.

The woman continued speaking, and Pandora knew that she didn't care how awkward the moment was for her husband, "I am Narcissa Malfoy and this is my husband Lucius – I noticed you from the house opposite to ours," she introduced pleasantly and Pandora wanted to hate her for not giving her the perfect opportunity to escape.

Time to put my acting skills to use.

Pandora shook herself out of her stiff countenance, replacing it with her bubbly and friendly persona, "Hi! Yes! I knew I recognized you from somewhere. Pandora Halliwell, nice to meet you – I'd shake your hand or something but I've no hands left," she joked, looking down at her hands that were loaded with shopping bags.

Narcissa looked surprised at the sudden change of her personality, yet she laughed all the same at the small joke Pandora made at the end. Lucius stayed poised and tense in his spot next to his wife.

Suddenly, Pandora's phone rang eliciting a, "Fuck!" response from her and Lucius twitched, itching to scold her for such lewd language.

Pandora carefully put her bags on the floor and fumbled through her Dior purse for her cellphone. "Aha!" she cried out in triumph before frowning when she noticed an unknown number was calling her. She swiped her phone and placed it by her ear, her musical voice ringing out, "Hello, Pandora Halliwell here … What? … Oh my god is she okay?… Yes, I'll be there right away … Thank you, bye!"

Pandora closed the line, muttering frantic insults under her breath, completely forgetting the two confused Malfoys that stood in front of her. She dialed another number, tapping her foot on the pavement as she waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

"Prue!" She rolled her eyes as Prue nagged on the other end, "Do I sound okay?!... Listen, Bay General Hospital just called me, I'm Phoebe's emergency contact and she was just admitted … some kind of accident, I think the lady in the reception mentioned it was a car."

"I'm on my way; you want me to pick you up?" asked Prue on the other end.

"No, I just finished shopping in Union square, I was actually making my way to the car … I'll meet you there Prue … Bubye."

"Is everything all right dear?" asked Narcissa kindly, making Pandora halt in getting all her bags together. Pandora saw a flicker of curiosity pass through Lucius' face; she grabbed the rest of her shopping bags and muttered a quick, "My sister had an accident, it was nice meeting you … bye." Before running off as fast as her high heels would allow her.

Pandora was glad she had a BMW i8, as her car excelled in its top speed and perfect acceleration, making it to the hospital in a record time of ten minutes and definitely beating Prue's BMW SUV.

Pandora charged up to the front desk where a nurse was on the phone and another man stood waiting, her heels clicking and clacking on the hospital marble floor echoing all around her. Pandora began drumming her fingers on the table as she waited for the nurse to hang up. An uncomfortable minute later, the nurse gave her a kind questioning smile.

"Yes, hi, I'm looking for my sister Phoebe Halliwell." The nurse smiled, "One second please," then looked at the man, "What's the name again?"

"Inspector Andy Trudeau, homicide. Dr. Gordon's expecting me."

Pandora gasped, swiveling her head around and squealed, "Andy?!" Andy looked at the girl who looked familiar due to her hair and eye color.

His eyes widened in recognition and he beamed, "Pandora Halliwell? Little Dory? Oh my God, look how you've grown," he laughed as he gathered her into his arms, hugging her tightly while she giggled and smacked his arm lightly, "It has been around nine years since you saw me Andy, of course I've grown up!"

"Well damn, I'm happy I ran into you, but what are you doing here?" he asked.

Pandora grimaced, "Phoebe got admitted, some accident, I don't know – I'm her emergency contact."

"With how close you two are I'm not surprised," Andy smiled.

At that moment, Prue's nervous voice called out, "Pan!"

Pandora called out, "Prue, you made it!" Prue ran up to her baby sister and hugged her tightly.

"Prue?" Prue looked up and gasped in shock, before smiling brightly, "Andy?"

"The Halliwell sisters are all back together again, huh," he laughed. Prue laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as Pandora's eyes twinkled at the two of them with knowing look.

"Yeah, what about you? What are you doing here?" Prue asked.

Andy grimaced, "Murder investigation."

The nurse came back, interrupting Prue and Andy from their reunion as she addressed Pandora, "Your sister is still in X-ray, so it'll be another fifteen minutes," her eyes then flicked over to Andy, "Dr. Gordon's office is to the left and down the hall. He's with a patient right now but you're free to wait outside his office."

Pandora and Andy thanked her. Andy turned to Pandora and gave her another hug, "Dory it's been wonderful to see you, and we should catch up soon." Pandora beamed, "Definitely." He then turned to Prue and shook her hand, "Well, it's good to see you, Prue."

Pandora rolled her eyes in amusement at their formality as Prue said, "yeah, you too Andy, take care."

As Andy turned to walk away, he hesitated, turned to Prue and Pandora and asked, "You know, Phoebe's busy, Dr. Gordon's busy. Can I buy you girls a black cup of coffee while we wait?"

Prue looked a mixture of surprised and pleased, "Sure," they then looked at Pandora who shook her head, wanting to give the two old flames a moment alone, "Nah, I'm more of a Starbucks, café latté, Thai Chai kind of gal – no hospital coffees for me; you two go ahead, I'll wait for Pheebs over here."

Twenty minutes later, Andy had already left to see Dr. Gordon and the two sisters were talking while Phoebe was finishing with her X-ray.

"So, he asked about Roger huh?" Pandora smirked.

Prue narrowed her eyes at her baby sister suspiciously, "How did you know?"

Pandora scoffed, "Oh please, what did you expect … you two used to date and you were engaged to that slime ball. Andy obviously still likes you, of course he'd ask."

Prue gaped at her, "You little … you did that on purpose so that we could get some alone time."

"No, no, no, I was being honest, I hate those knock-offs the hospital calls coffee, but hey, Andy was like practically family and is it so wrong for me to want to see my big sister with a great guy for once?" she asked innocently, too innocently if you ask Prue.

Before she could retort however, Phoebe made her way over to them and Prue muttered, "We'll finish this later!"

Twenty minutes later, Prue, Phoebe and Pandora were sitting at Quake by the bar as Phoebe regaled everything that happened to her while she was riding her bike and how she came to need an X-ray for her arm.

Apparently, while she was riding her bike, she had a premonition of two boys rollerblading right in front of a car, eventually hitting them, when she saw the two boys. As the car approached them, Phoebe intervened, saving their lives.

"The chosen ones? The Charmed ones? Phoebe, this is insane," Prue looked at her young sister angrily.

"Are you telling me that nothing strange happened to either of you today? You didn't freeze time or move anything or that new unknown power?" Phoebe persisted, looking at her two sisters hopefully.

Pandora avoided her gaze, Phoebe was the only sister with the ability to read her – not all the time as Pandora was great at hiding things with her being an actress, but Phoebe usually had a knack for catching her at times.

Prue growled angrily, "Roger took an exhibit away from me, all right! Look, Phoebe, I know that you think you can see the future, which is pretty ironic –"

Phoebe cut her off, "Since you didn't think I have one; that my vision of life is cloudy compared to your perfect hell? Even if you don't want to believe me, can you just trust me?" she asked in a tiny, desperate voice that softened Prue's face.

"Phoebe, I don't have special powers! Now, where is the cream?" she demanded; and right before their eyes, the cream moved by itself and filled Prue's coffee cup with cream.

Pandora's jaw dropped comically at the sight, as Prue stared disbelievingly at her cup of coffee. "Really? That looked pretty special to me," Phoebe's voice was laced with scorn.

Prue began stumbling with her words, "Oh my god. So, um, I can move things with my mind?"

"That means," Pandora swallowed audibly, "That Piper can freeze time." Prue and Phoebe snapped their heads in her direction.

Phoebe looking confused asked, "Sweetie, why would she – oh my god! Something happened to you today? Spill!" she demanded, not even waiting for Pandora to speak.

Pandora even had Prue's total attention as she related her events in Union Square that afternoon in the changing room of Prada right before the hospital called her.

"You could have died today if it weren't for your shield thingy," Prue gasped as she clutched Pandora into a suffocating hug, unable to believe that she could have lost two of her sisters that day.

"Deflection," Phoebe said in a low voice and when her two sisters stared at her questioningly, clarifying it for them, she said, "I told Piper that I spent the whole night reading the Book of Shadows … not out loud," she hastened to tell Prue, who looked mollified, "and deflection basically is an extremely rare power that is bestowed upon one witch in a generation, it could be used to deflect all kind of supernatural powers that are used against the wielder using an energy-based shield that generates from the wielder's hand and it is at first usually triggered by fear or panic. From what Pan told us, those two emotions were running through her when the planks fell on her."

"So I'm the new power thing," Pandora said as she tried to wrap all this information in her head.

"Yes, according to the Book of Shadows, when Melinda Warren spoke of the arrival of four sister witches, it was said that one of them would be born with new powers and she would be the soul of the sisters – their secret weapon."

"No pressure huh," Pandora snorted humorlessly, tightening her hold on her big sister, who snapped at Phoebe, "This is your fault! You've turned us into witches!"

"You were born one," said Phoebe calmly, "We all were, and I think we better start to deal with it – besides Prue with how much you hold inside, you should be a lethal weapon by now," Pandora giggled and Prue gave them both glaring looks as she grabbed a shot of tequila and drank it all.

"Come on, let's go to the pharmacy and get Pheebs' prescription so we can all go the hell home and see Piper," Pandora spoke up, drinking one last shot of tequila and paying the bill.

As the three sisters were walking by the sidewalk, Phoebe began blabbering about the Book of Shadows again as Prue and Pandora looped arms with each other.

"When I was looking through the Book of Shadows, I saw these wood carvings. They looked like some –They looked like something out of Bosch paintings. All these terrifying images of three women battling different incarnations of evil."

"Evil fighting evil, that's a twist," Pandora said sarcastically making Prue snort in a very un-Prue like manner.

Phoebe glared at the two of them, "Actually, a witch can be either good or evil. A good witch follows the Wiccan rede. 'An it harm none, do what ye will.' A bad witch or warlock has but one goal: to kill good witches and retain their powers. Unfortunately, they look like regular people. They could be anyone, anywhere."

"My bet is on Jeremy," snorted Pandora.

"Seriously, what's your deal with him, you never liked him," Prue halted in their walking to stare at her baby sister.

Pandora shrugged, "I just never got a good vibe from him, he's creepy – and I mean come on, Grams is in the hospital and he hits on Piper; get your timing right you insensitive ass!"

Prue and Phoebe gave her weird looks, deciding to let it go as Prue addressed Phoebe, "Anyways, what has all that got to do with us?"

Phoebe hesitated slightly, "Well, in the first wood carving, they were in the slumber, but in the second one, they were battling some kind of warlock. I think that as long as we were in the dark about our powers we were safe," her face adopted a dark, solemn look as she stared at her two gaping and freaked out sisters, "Not anymore."

"Great! Perfect Pheebs!" Pandora chirped in a faux-happy voice as she looked at Prue, "I don't know about you, but I need an aspirin." Prue nodded vehemently as Phoebe went with her in the car and Pandora speeds off in her i8.

***P4***

"Lucius," Severus nodded his head stiffly at his old friend in greeting. Draco was in his room practicing on some charms and Narcissa was sitting by the terrace waiting for her husband and their oldest friend to hash everything out.

"Severus, I wasn't expecting you. I apologize for keeping you waiting but Cissy wanted to go shopping," said Lucius in distaste.

Severus inclined his head, "Not to worry, I enjoyed spending time with my godson away from those dunderheads in Hogwarts," Lucius smirked, "Although, I did come across some, ah – surprising news."

"Oh?"

"Yes, like the fact that you, Lucius, have a DAUGHTER?" growled Severus, taking deep pleasure in the way Lucius froze, his face twitching nervously in the direction of the Halliwell manor.

"And what made you come to that, ah – conclusion?"

"Not by your son, if that's what you were thinking. No … I saw her leave the house for a jog. Her hair. Her eyes. One could not deny she is anything but your child Lucius," Severus snarled, "do you think me an oaf, so dimwitted, that I wouldn't notice such an obvious thing?" spat Severus.

"Of course not, it was merely none of your business Severus," growled Lucius.

Severus' face softened, "I am not judging you old friend, I am merely confused for all the secrecy."

Lucius' face crumbled in sorrow and self-hate as he ungraciously slumped into his armchair by the fire. He stared at its depth for a while before finally speaking, "When I met Patricia Halliwell, it was merely an affair. I was to wed Narcissa and she already had a husband and two daughters with another on the way," Severus sat down in the spare armchair, his attention focused solely on Lucius 'words, "I assumed she was a witch, skilled in wandless magic when I saw her stop a few cutleries from falling down on the ground, and I engaged her in conversation. When she was pregnant with my child, I was nervous at first as I was to have an heir of the Malfoy and Black line with Narcissa. Patty informed me of the Halliwell traditions – all their children are always girls and they keep their last names. After that I was overjoyed; I would have a daughter – the first female Malfoy to be born and she wouldn't have to be my heir, I could enjoy being a father to her with no other expectations; she would be in San Francisco and I would have my other life in London with Cissy, Draco while serving the Dark Lord."

Lucius then clenched his fists and he snarled his next words, "I was the first to hold her. She was a beauty, a little miracle and I fell in love with her instantly. My curiosity won over and I did the spell to check her magical core level – she had none Severus," he roared, looking up at his old friend, who looked as impassive as ever, "that was when Patty informed me that she was a Wiccan witch!" he stood up and began pacing, "A filthy muggle Wiccan witch! Can you believe it? Naturally I cast her and the girl away, promising to never see her again and I left."

"And now you regret it," Severus stated.

"No – yes, I don't know Severus! … All I do know is that I can't even look at her."

"I'll be here for a week; maybe more … I am to wait for Albus. How about we join Cissa out in the terrace and have a cup of tea, or perhaps something stronger. By the way Lucius, why, may I ask – are you spying on the Halliwells?" he quirked an eyebrow.

Lucius huffed as he trailed a hand through his silky long hair, "You'd have to ask my nosy wife, Severus, it was her idea and she would not budge."

***P4***

Prue, Phoebe and Pandora finally made it to the pharmacy. Prue didn't trust Pandora to drive Phoebe safely and add another broken limb to her body so Pandora waited a total of five minutes for her other sisters to arrive. The pharmacist went to get Phoebe's prescription and informed Prue and Pandora that the aspirin was in aisle 5.

"Chamomile tea works great for headaches," said Phoebe cheekily.

"Yeah, but it doesn't help ease down the overload of information you keep spontaneously dumping on us," retorted Pandora, as they walked down the aisle.

"You know, I'm not afraid of our powers. I mean, everyone inherits something from their family, right?" Phoebe informed them. Pandora gave her an incredulous look as Prue halted in her steps to glare at her.

"Yeah, money, antiques, a strong disposition. That's what normal people inherit," spat out Prue in angry disbelief.

"Who wants to be normal when we can be special?" said Phoebe in disbelief, "Besides, Pan isn't exactly normal, she's a famous celebrity that's close to becoming a world icon."

"Uh, that still counts as normal Pheebs," Pandora glared at her as she waved her arms in a 'whatever' stance.

"Well we can't change what happened, we can't change destiny," Phoebe stated.

"Am I being Punk'd?" Pandora suddenly yelled out, looking at her surroundings and the ceilings for some hidden cameras, "Did Ashton Kutcher approach you, is that what it is? He has to get over that prank I played on him last year!" she mumbled incoherently causing Prue to forget about her search for the aspirin and give her an amused look.

"Of course not! If Ashton Kutcher came up to me, then you'd see me hounding him all day … which reminds me, you know Ashton Kutcher? Of course you do, and you didn't tell me, you bitch!" Phoebe swelled indignantly.

"Yea, like I am going to go around giving you all my celebrity friends their addresses, it doesn't work like that Pheebs! Where is the damn aspirin," she shouted.

"I see chamomile tea," Phoebe answered innocently.

"Ughh, look, I just found out that I'm a witch, that my sisters are witches and that my baby sister is some special secret weapon whatever-thing, and that we have powers that will apparently unleash all forms of evil. Evil that is apparently going to come looking for us. So excuse me Phoebe, but I'm not exactly in a homeopathic mood right now," Prue rambled.

"Then move your headache out of your mind," Phoebe told her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Prue stared angrily at Phoebe and a bottle of aspirin flew off the shelf, landing directly into Prue's clutches.

Phoebe smirked as she pointed at the bottle of aspirin and stated in amusement, "You move things when you're upset."

"This is ridiculous, I thought you landed on your arm, not your head," Prue stated, going back to denial. Pandora shook her head and tutted, there was no point living in denial anymore, "Ro-ger,"she sang.

Phoebe gave Pandora an amused look of victory as a few more bottles of aspirin flew off the shelf.

"Huh, now let's talk about Dad and see what happens," Phoebe mused, making Pandora shift uncomfortably. She still hadn't told her sisters about her suspicions of the new neighbors that moved opposite them, she was actually glad that Phoebe got back when she did and the whole witch thing came up upon her arrival otherwise Piper would have went over with her usual welcome muffins and noticed the resemblance.

"He's dead, Phoebe," Prue let out a feral growl.

Phoebe shook her head sadly, "No, he's moved from New York, but he's very much alive."

"He isn't to me. He died the day he left mum," Prue stated matter-of-factly; none of the sisters noticed Pandora's face hang down sadly, it was after all her fault that Victor Bennett left Patty Halliwell; if she wasn't having an affair with her dad and pregnant with her, then Victor would have stayed – or so she thought.

"What are you talking about? He's always been a major button pusher for you. You're mad he's alive, you're mad I tried to find him, and you're mad I came back. Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad."

All the medicines and bottles flew off the shelves, snapping Pandora from her pity party and scaring her. She placed her hands automatically in front of her face and some of the bottles hit against her shield, zooming over into the other direction.

"Huh," said Phoebe eloquently, turning to watch her two sisters, who were staring at their hands and the mess they made on the floor in shock, "Feel better?"

Pandora snorted and nodded as Prue grinned, "Lots."

"The Book of Shadows said our powers would grow," Phoebe remarked.

Prue stared incredulously at the mountain of medicine and said, "Grow to what?" Making all three sisters laugh.

***P4***

Lucius, Narcissa and Severus sat drinking their third cup of tea, when a black BMW and a silver BMW parked in front of the Halliwell manor.

"I have to say, but the silver sports car is very impressive and quite expensive," Severus whistled as he eyed the car hungrily.

"I suppose," muttered Lucius, his eyes narrowing in on his daughter who was getting out of her car.

"I still can't believe the pharmacist begged you for an autograph, I actually thought he'd follow us home," Phoebe laughed. Pandora hit her hard, "Ouch! Jeez Pan!"

"I'll have you know that I made sure that no stalkers or any crazy fans would ever appear over here," Pandora sniffed, and the three spectators watched the three sisters in different degrees of amusement as they sipped on their tea.

"She made it illegal," Prue laughed, as they walked to the front door, "Anyone who comes over here without her or her family's expressed permission would get sued – even reporters."

"Oohh, smart sis," Phoebe looked at her baby sister, impressed.

"So she's like Potter then? Arrogant and famous," sneered Severus. Narcissa huffed and Lucius ignored the protective feeling bubbling up inside of him, telling him to protect his daughter's honor.

"How about we switch to fire whiskey, hmm?" Lucius offered instead, signaling a house-elf to bring a bottle and two glasses.

"Oh look the second sister is back," Narcissa squealed, sitting upright in her seat. The two men looked at her oddly and Lucius massaged his temple, "Cissy, maybe it's time you give them their privacy and stop with your latest addiction."

"Hush you, oh, she looks rattled," Narcissa frowned worriedly and it amazed Severus how motherly Narcissa was becoming with the four muggle sisters.

Lucius stared at her incredulously, "I don't care! She probably went through a damn breakup –"he stopped as frantic voices resounded from the manor due to his wife's charm.

"Oh my God, what is it? What's wrong?" Prue gasped.

"Lock the doors, check the windows. We don't have a lot of time. Phoebe, in the Book of Shadows, did it say how to get rid of a…" her voice shook and trailed off.

"Warlock?" Phoebe's voice sounded scared.

"Oh my God," Pandora whispered.

"I'm calling the cops!" Prue snapped suddenly.

"And tell them what?" asked Piper sarcastically, "That we're witches? That some freak with powers beyond comprehension is trying to kill us? Even if the cops did come, they'd be no match for Jeremy, and we'd be next."

"Jeremy!" screeched Pandora, "I told you! I fucking TOLD YOU he was no good! I knew there was something off about him."

"We have no time Pan! He's on his way here now, MOVE! We need to find a way to get rid of him," Piper yelled, and the Malfoys and Snape heard the four of them trudging up the stairs in a rush to the attic.

"Bloody hell," hissed Severus, staring at Lucius and Narcissa in shock, "Witches? What type of witches are they?"

"Warlocks don't exist, they're delusional," Lucius scoffed, his face as impassive as ever.

Narcissa stared at him sadly, "You really don't care about your daughter, do you?"

"I already told you Cissy, that I want nothing to do with her … I told you what I told Patty Halliwell over twenty-one years ago."

Narcissa stared at her husband for two long minutes, something unusual glinting in her eyes that caught Severus' attention before she sniffed and paid full attention to the four sisters who were reciting a spell.

***P4***

Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Pandora sat themselves in a circle on the floor of the attic around a low table, placing candles around them, according to the instructions in the book.

"Okay, we've placed the nine candles anointed with oil and spices in a circle," said Prue mechanically.

"Wait," Piper interrupted frantically, "I only count eight."

Pandora pointed at the birthday candle in Phoebe's hand, "I guess Grams was a little low on witch supplies."

"Alright, we need the poppet," Prue told them. Piper picked it up as Phoebe lit up the birthday candle and dropped it into the pot.

"Right," Prue nodded, "We're all set, get ready to cast the spell."

Piper took a deep breath as all eyes were on her, "Right, I'll make it stronger." She got a rose and placed it on top of the poppet, "Your love will wither and depart, from my life and my heart, let me be, Jeremy, and go away forever." She then pressed the rose thorn into the poppet and placed it in the pot, "Okay, the spell's complete."

"That's gonna hurt the son of a bitch," Pandora smirked evilly before turning solemn, "Let's just hope it works."

The four sisters watched as the poppet and rose burned, exploding and catching on fire. The sisters got ready to clean up, but when Phoebe picked up the pot, she gasped, her shoulders hunched and eyes closed before yelling frantically, "It didn't work!"

"That dude can't just freaking die!" growled Pandora.

"When I touched the pot, I had a premonition and saw Jeremy … he's on his way here."

"You just had to date the cute news reporter, didn't you," Pandora sneered at Piper.

"Well, excuse –"Piper began.

"STOP IT! Both of you! Enough," Prue barked at them, as they both crossed their arms and looked away from each other. "We've got a warlock on his way over here, now move."

***P4***

"This is ludicrous! Stories of make belief! Wiccan witches are nothing but practitioners, they merely believe themselves to be witches, there are no powers or spells or warlocks," Lucius snarled.

Narcissa and Severus didn't have a chance to answer Lucius, because at that moment, Draco barged down the stairs informing them that the same figure from last night was running down the sidewalk and all four of them looked ahead in time to see Prue open the door causing Piper and Phoebe to scream at the sight of him, before slamming it in front of his face.

"I'm guessing that's the warlock?" Lucius asked skeptically.

"Warlock?" asked Draco in confusion, but stayed quiet at the stern and warning look Severus gave him.

"It's Jeremy," Narcissa stated; and the four of them listened closely, watching as much as they could as the door was left open.

"Hello ladies," Jeremy grinned maniacally; he had thorns protruding through his body, and blood smeared down his face. Prue stood protectively in front of Piper, Phoebe and Pandora as they slowly backed away from him. Prue squinted her eyes at Jeremy, causing him to fly backward, hitting the wall.

"Piper, Phoebe, Pandora, get out of here now!" she yelled at them. They began running upstairs not letting their eyes drift from Prue's stance.

"Cool," Draco breathed out.

Lucius, Narcissa and Severus sat unblinkingly, their ears listening carefully and their eyes widening in disbelief at what they saw.

"Cool parlor trick bitch. You were always the tough one weren't you Prue? Although I have to say, my target was originally Pandora, but she saw right through me immediately. It's funny how none of you listened to the youngest sister that actually turned out to be right," Jeremy grinned sadistically and Prue slammed him into the wall again with her powers, before joining her sisters upstairs.

They heard the four sisters try to barricade the door with as much furniture as possible.

"It cannot be," Lucius shook his head in disbelief and horror as he watched Jeremy get up and run after them.

"It seems we were too arrogant in our thoughts of Wiccan witches," mumbled Severus shamefully.

They snapped their heads as the sound of Jeremy's mocking voice sounded through, "Take me now Prue, my powers are stronger than yours," he then laughed, "Do you think a chair will stop me?" they heard the sound of a crash, signaling the removal of the chair, "Do you think a dresser will stop me?" then they heard the dresser swish away, "Have you witches figured it out yet? Nothing, nothing can keep us away." He started laughing loudly now, causing even those that heard Voldemort's laugh, to flinch.

"What do we do? We're trapped," they heard Piper yell in fear. Pandora could be heard stringing a line of lewd curses in the background.

The four eavesdroppers jumped at the sound of an explosion followed by the four sisters' screams.

"He blew up the door," hissed Narcissa in disbelief, "They have no need for a wand! Lucius, Severus how is this possible?" but she got no reply, for the two men were as dumbstruck as her.

"You guys, do you remember the spirit board? The inscription mum wrote on the back," Pandora spoke determinably.

***P4***

"The power of four," Prue whispered in realization, "Come on, we have to say it together."

Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Pandora began to chant together, "We call upon the Power of Four, Make our spirits soar, we call upon the Power of Four, Spirits, Magic, Allure." They continued to chant over and over again repeatedly, as a gust of wind started blowing around them.

Jeremy's voice boomed over their continued chanting, "I am not the only one! I am one in millions! In places you can't even imagine! In forms you would never believe! We are hell on earth!" was the last thing he managed to shout before exploding into multiple pieces and disappear.

"The power of four," Pandora whispered as she stared at her three elder sisters.

***P4***

The next day, the three Malfoys and Severus were having breakfast on the terrace pondering the events of last night in the Halliwell manor.

"I will have a word with Albus about them. You don't need to inform him of Pandora, Lucius," he interrupted Lucius from cutting him off, "However, the Order will be constant visitors around here, and they will suspect with only but a glance at her."

"Unfortunately that is true," muttered Lucius. "I am surprised she has not noticed yet."

"Oh she has Lucius," Narcissa laughed. "Whatever gave you reason to believe otherwise?"

Lucius began choking on his eggs, and after washing it down with some orange juice he exclaimed, "Cissy?!"

"Oh, Lucius," she stared at her husband pityingly, "Have you not noticed how uncomfortable she is around us? How her eyes narrow and take over a glint when she stares at you ever since she first laid eyes on you two days ago?"

Lucius stayed silent as he cut up his omelet. Draco and Severus thankfully, did not comment as their attention was fixed solely on a car that parked up in front of the Halliwell manor and they heard a squeal of, "Andy!" before a silver bullet engulfed the man – Andy, in a huge hug.

"Little Dory!" he ruffled her hair fondly as she grumbled at him that she wasn't little anymore. Prue laughed as she was out picking up the newspaper, and walked over to them.

Narcissa watched amusedly as Andy asked Prue out for dinner, causing Pandora to squeal excitedly again and move away from them to her two remaining sisters who went out to see what the commotion was.

"Yeah, but it's not what you think. It's just my life has gotten a bit complicated. Can I call you?" they heard Prue say. Andy gave her his card and yelled out to Pandora, "Don't forget munchkin, I want to hear all about you."

Pandora laughed, "I'll give you a call next week … and I'm not little anymore," she whined causing her sisters and Andy to laugh at her. Severus, Narcissa and Draco smile at the scene as Lucius shifted uncomfortably.

"I can't believe you Prue! Andy is like family and very hot!" Pandora began fanning herself.

Piper and Phoebe laughed and Prue shook her head with a little fond smile playing on her face, "You three will not be laughing when this happens to you. Believe me, everything will be different now."

Pandora scoffed, "Just cuz I'm a witch now, doesn't mean that I'm going to stop dating guys."

"Plus at least our lives won't be boring," Phoebe tried looking at the good side.

"We are gonna be careful, we're gonna be wise and we're gonna stick together," Prue told them as they all linked arms, heading back into the house.

They heard Piper mutter, "This is going to be interesting." Prue stood inside of the house, looking at the door and with a small smirk, she squinted her eyes, shutting the door close behind her.

"Yes, definitely inform Dumbledore," Lucius murmured to Severus as the four of them continued eating their breakfast.

But Lucius for some reason, could not get the last words Jeremy spoke from replaying in his mind, over and over again, ever since last night; I am not the only one! I am one in millions! In places you can't even imagine! In forms you would never believe! We are hell on earth.