True Power – Harry Potter/Charmed.

"Harry.

My beautiful son.

I sit here writing this letter as you sleep in your crib mere feet away from me.

I love you with all my heart and soul, and if I'm still alive then your mother and I would have already told you this. But if we're both dead like your mother foresaw, then I'm sorry that you have to discover something like this through a letter.

I'm not your real father-"

Harry pulled a face as he stopped reading the letter there, lowering it to his chest as he stared at the ceiling silently, his mind racing as he once more tried to figure out if there was any hidden meaning to his father's words. He had been reading and re-reading this letter all day, ever since he had received it at 12:01am the morning of his sixteenth birthday, and despite how much he had hoped they would the words hadn't changed at all.

James Potter wasn't his father.

"-Enclosed in this envelope is a potion... I want you to take it... it'll remove the glamour your mother and I placed over you and reveal your real appearance-"

Was Lily Evans even his real mother? After all James Potter wasn't his real father and he had grown up under a glamour that was hiding his real looks. So why not just add one more falsehood to his life? Maybe he really was a delusional attention-seeking brat like the Daily Prophet had until recently been claiming? Maybe he was the Heir of Slytherin? Or maybe he had sinned in a past life and he was in Hell right now?

It definitely felt like Hell to him...

Rolling onto his side Harry folded up the letter and slipped it back under his pillow with his wand, staring at the pearl-white potion sitting in the vial on his bedside table, the moonlight making it glow brightly. Reaching out slowly Harry grabbed the vial and rolled onto his back, letting his mind wander as he considered just taking the potion. On one hand it could be a trap and he'd die of poison, on the other hand it could be telling the truth and he could escape the Wizarding world with a new appearance and never look back. Either way in Harry's mind he would be free from this life, and while he'd rather not die it was definitely better than being the Wizarding world's scapegoat and plaything.

Moving without thinking about it Harry sat up and uncorked the potion, tipping it back and forcing the thick slime-like potion down his throat as he swallowed. Exhaling sharply as he felt the surprisingly warm potion settling in his stomach he groaned at the wave of pain that radiated through his body.

"Oh... poison... lovely" he murmured dumbly. The potion had been waiting in a private vault at Gringotts for around fifteen years now that he thought about it, it had probably gone off years ago.

As the vial fell from his fingers and bounced off his bed, shattering on the floor, Harry felt his world spinning, collapsing back onto the bed and blinking up at the ceiling as his vision blurred and shifted until a surge of pain knocked him straight out.

It was a confused Harry Potter that woke the next morning, lying on top of the bed, feeling like he wasn't in his own body. Shifting slowly he reached out to grab his glasses, his hand slapping across the empty bedside table as he tried to squint through the blur and look around the room for the reason he felt so out of place.

Groaning as he realised he had lost his glasses, Harry brought his hands up to rub at his eyes, jumping in shock as his hand knocked said glasses off his face and everything became clear. "Whoa," he exhaled slowly, picking his glasses up and testing to make sure that he truly didn't need them anymore, "This… this is weird," he mumbled as he rolled out of bed and froze at the sound of crunching glass, years of experience making him lift his foot automatically and look down to see a shattered potion vial on the floor. Eyes widening as he suddenly remembered what had caused him to go to sleep on the of the blankets and fully dressed, Harry lunged for the wardrobe and threw it open, staring into the tall broadly built blonde reflection gazing back at him.

Instantly Harry felt a pang of relief at the sight of his emerald green eyes, glad that he hadn't lost them like he had the rest of his old appearance. Apparently he looked just as much like his real father as the glamour had looked like James Potter since he could find nothing in his face that once belonged to James. His hair was now dirty blonde and went down past his shoulders, something Harry attributed to never having cut his real hair before (something he definitely planned on changing) and his face was more rugged and masculine than its old round and angled shape. He was taller and more… well… built than before, something he once more believed was due to the fact that this body had never been underfed and locked in a cupboard before.

Staring at his reflection for a moment longer, studying and memorising his true face Harry felt a sense of urgency coming over him. He needed to pack his things and get to Gringotts for his gold, and then get out of the Wizarding world, and perhaps out of Britain as well.

But first? First he needed a haircut and shower, then he could pack and make a run for it.

Smoothing down the front of his school shirt Harry started down the stairs, Dudley was spending the weekend away at a friend's and Vernon was at work, so this was his only chance to talk to Petunia properly and get some answers before he had to leave.

Listening to the sounds of the house he quickly heard her puttering around in the kitchen, walking towards the room nervously and stepping into the doorway as he watched her making herself a cup of tea. He'd never like his aunt, but she was still exactly that. She had taken him in when she had no reason to, she had made sure he had food every night and had occasionally slipped him a full meal whenever she could get away with Vernon or Dudley not noticing. She'd also been the one to stop Vernon from beating Harry, something he now knew was due to a fear that the Wizards would find her but was still something that she hadn't needed to do but done anyway.

He wouldn't miss her, but part of him still cared.

Clearing his throat to get her attention he watched Petunia turn to shoot the door an annoyed look (clearing ones throat had always annoyed her for some reason), freezing as her eyes widened at the sight of him as the mug slipped straight through her fingers and shattered on the kitchen floor. "Leo," she whispered slowly, hand coming up to rest on her heart, "I never realised you looked so much like him," she admitted softly, moving back to lean against the counter and study him, apparently already knowing exactly who he was despite his change in appearance.

Harry felt all his pre-planned conversation topics go down the drain at such a simple statement.

"You knew?" Harry blurted in shock, his mind racing with hundreds of new questions as he wanted to do a Hermione and just babble them all out.

Leo... Leo was his father's name?

"Of course I did," Petunia said quietly, still staring at him, "I take it you know the truth now?" she asked haughtily, sniffing as she raised her chin stubbornly.

"I know that James Potter wasn't my father," Harry confirmed, "That he and Mum split up and she had a one-night stand with an old friend of hers. That his name is apparently Leo".

"And what was Leo?" Petunia pressed making Harry falter and frown.

"A Muggle?" Harry asked hesitantly, his aunt raising her eyebrow at him and making him scramble to pull the letter out of his pocket. "All it says here is that 'Since your birth father wasn't a Wizard', so I'm guessing he was either a Muggle or a Squib," he admitted.

"He wasn't" Petunia denied. "Come with me," she ordered, stepping over the broken cup and leading him up the stairs to the hatch to the attic, pulling it down and climbing up the ladder into the dark and dusty room. "There," she instructed, pointing a bony finger at the one chest that wasn't covered in dust, when he paused and eyed her suspiciously she just jerked her head towards it as she knelt down to pull up the ladder again, leaving them alone in the attic.

Refusing to turn his back on her Harry moved across the attic cautiously, crouching down near the chest and opening it before feeling his jaw drop at what was inside. Reaching it he pulled out a thick black book, glancing beneath it to the knives and candles inside. "He was a Wiccan," he realised in shock, turning to stare at his aunt who was watching him with an expression that he didn't recognise, "My real father was a Wiccan".

"Actually he was an Angel," Petunia corrected, "That chest. It's mine".

Harry felt himself drop back onto his ass as he stared at her, "You're a Wiccan?" he whispered slowly, "And you've been treating me like crap all these years because what? You've been jealous?" he demanded, feeling anger rising up to replace the shock.

"Of course I was jealous," Petunia snapped making him flinch back, "Your mother was so beautiful, she had breathtaking red hair and heart stopping green eyes," she exclaimed, "And then as if that wasn't enough, she was a Witch of two worlds. Born with the ability to access both Arcane and Wiccan magic, as well as having the gift of Premonition, the ability to see the future," she clarified.

"Generations of Evans Witches have been without a magical power, gifted only with unparalleled talent in the art of Divination," she explained, "And then your mother comes along with not only one gift but two! Of course I was jealous, how could I be anything but? But that didn't matter to me, Lily was my sister," Petunia continued as she wandered over to stare out the small window in the attic. "She was my baby sister, and I loved her with all my heart. Then our parents were killed by a Warlock that was after her powers and when Leo, the family Whitelighter showed up he didn't even notice me as he went straight to her. She was the reason our parents died, and then she stole the man she knew I loved".

"Mum stole your boyfriend?" Harry exhaled, realising that Petunia was fully in the right to hate him if that was the case.

"No".

Or not...

"I loved Leo yes, but he never felt the same way about me," Petunia admitted, "But I was grieving and I saw the man I loved going to the girl who in my grief I wrongly labelled as having everything. We had an argument and I left, I never got the chance to apologise to her," she added in a whisper.

"Lily and I went separate ways that night," Petunia continued, "I went to Vernon and she fell into Leo's arms, and in our grief we both made a terrible mistake".

"Dudley and I," Harry realised nervously.

"Don't get me wrong, I love my Dudley," Petunia sniffed out, "But he was never planned. Vernon took advantage of my grief and we slept together, months later I discovered I was pregnant and Vernon and I announced a 'surprise engagement', that we had kept it a secret for a while since it wasn't proper to announce such a thing so soon after my parent's deaths. When Lily and that Potter boy showed up at the wedding and Lily took me to the side we both had the same news, we were getting married to someone we didn't love because we were pregnant".

"Mum didn't love D- Potter?" Harry asked shocked.

"Oh no, she did," Petunia corrected, "Maybe not as much as she loved Leo but she cared for James like I cared for Vernon, she grew to love him as he promised to take care of her and you despite the fact you weren't his own child".

"Did Leo even know about me?" Harry asked quietly.

"No. The next morning they realised what they had done and regretted it. It's forbidden for a Whitelighter to be with a Witch after all," she explained, "He reported himself and they transferred him away, we never got a replacement because there were but two of us and since Lily claimed that it was Potter's child the Elders didn't look twice at you while she and Potter bound your powers and put you under a glamour".

Harry slowly reached out and closed the chest of Wiccan supplies, "Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded, "Why did you lie to me and treat me like crap all these years?"

Petunia sniffed again before turning to face him, "I promised Lily that I wouldn't tell you of magic until magic sought you out," she claimed, "And then when you were dumped on my doorstep like a bottle of milk Dumbledore set up blood wards around the property, wards that tied the two of us to this place, completely derailing my plans to divorce Vernon and leave with Dudley. Forgive me," she spat, her words dripping with venom in a way that would make Snape quail, "If I became bitter after being stuck with Vernon for fifteen years longer than anyone should have to suffer".

Harry blinked slowly, trying to wrap his mind around the library's worth of information he had been given in the last twenty four hours. James Potter wasn't his father? His Aunt was actually a Wiccan? Said Aunt was trapped her by the blood wards as much as he was and wanted to divorce his Uncle and leave? He was a Wiccan as well?

Wait... was he a Wiccan as well? And if his real father was a 'Whitelighter' then was he part Whitelighter too?

"Yes," Petunia ground out as he verbalised that thought, "Lily and I kept contact through owls and she reported that occasionally she would teleport through orbs, the same way that Leo would appear. According to her you had some of his powers, which is why they ended up binding them, to keep you safe since if the Elders found out about you they would recycle your soul".

"They would what?" Harry exclaimed angrily, hands twitching for the wand he had stupidly left in his bedroom as he glanced around cautiously.

"They can't do it now," Petunia assured him, "You've been born so they can't touch you. But Demons and Warlocks can, a hybrid is worth a lot of risk, a risk that would be worth it if they managed to kill you and steal your powers".

"They want to kill me and steal my powers?" Harry repeated before letting out a slow groan as he ran his hand through his new short blonde hair, "Great! They can just get in line!" he exclaimed, "It's not like I don't have enough people trying to kill me now as it is without adding in Demons and Warlocks! Which by the way I didn't know existed until now," he added hysterically.

"Harry!" Petunia snapped making him freeze at the sound of his name coming from her instead of 'Boy' or 'Freak'. "Calm down and pack your things," she ordered slowly, "Meet me in the living room in an hour".

"What?" Harry asked dumbly as Petunia opened the hatch and made to leave the attic.

Petunia turned to fix an annoyed look on him, "With a source of power like I imagine you are in this house Demons and Warlocks will be drawn here," she explained slowly, "To keep Innocents safe we need to leave. And since we both wanted to leave in the first place I think everyone wins".

Harry felt his jaw dropping as Petunia disappeared down the ladder, leaving him staring at the hole in the ground in shock as his mind struggled to deal with this added bombshell to his already unstable life.

Ears ringing with the sound of everything he thought he knew crashing down around him Harry just sighed and stood up, heading towards the ladder before glancing back to the chest and beginning to drag it over. If Petunia was coming with him then she'd probably want to keep it, maybe he could even talk her into teaching him everything she knew since as it stood the only things he knew about Wiccans were what little the History of Magic book had in between the countless pages about all the dozens of various Goblin rebellions and GOBLINS!

Freezing in place Harry stared into space as he realised that the Goblins could help him!

"Aunt Petunia!" he yelled as he darted down the ladder, "Will you be okay here on your own for a bit?" he asked as his aunt stepped out of her bedroom with an expectantly raised eyebrow. "I'm going to Diagon Alley," he explained slowly, "I don't want to leave my fortune behind do I?"

TRUE POWER

Based on DZ2's 'Whitelighter Harry' challenge, this idea is similar to the first in that it is following the same general idea, but it is different entirely from the first in terms of plot an theme.

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