Chapter four… Something you want to tell me?

Chris slowly examined the front cover of the large book that lay before him. Feeling every bump and groove of it with his fingertips, he fought every temptation to open it and find out what mysteries it held. But those temptations were too difficult to fight. Chris was always told he was too curious for his own good, and that it would often get him into situations where he didn't necessarily want to put himself in. But hey, it's only a book… one little peak couldn't hurt, could it?

So, Chris decided to carefully open the book and funnily enough it was to something he didn't quite expect. Spells, poems, demons? What was this? He continued to read all about the Charmed Ones. How a woman named Melinda started the Legacy, the source… whatever that may be was mentioned a numerous amount of times, some guy named Balthazar that had a serious relationship with his Aunt Phoebe… but was marked too dangerous to cross, how his Aunt Prue had been killed by a demon named Shax, but he was always told it was a car accident. It was all so peculiar, why hadn't he seen this before? Why had he been lied to?

For a minute or two, Chris left the book and sat in silence. He had one too many thoughts swirling round his head. This was all so confusing; he didn't quite know how to take in what he was seeing. But he ventured on and carried on reading. He paused at a section towards the end, "The Life of the Charmed One's" it was named. It started with how Aunt Phoebe stated that "So much has happened in the last 8 years" then carried on to Aunt Paige, and finally his mother. They all talked in turn about their love lives, their demon fighting, the good times and the bad before ending their stories with their future plans. Chris skipped Aunt Phoebe's and Paige's and went straight to his mothers; he wanted to know what was install for him. But before he managed to get to the end, he was rudely interrupted…

"Chris! What on Earth do you think you're doing?!" His mother bellowed furiously,

"Well… I'm… uh, reading?" Chris replied stating the obvious.

"Get out… NOW!" Piper yelled even louder getting even more frustrated

"Alright, alright!" Chris piped back, "But you've got some explaining to do, what the hell is The Book of Shadows?!"

"None of your business that's what it is, now OUT!"

"I think it is mum, seen as I'm supposed to be the "new legacy" and all."

That stopped Piper in her tracks, she knew that she had to tell Chris about a part of his life that he had been missing out on, for every child dreams of having magical powers and magic wands. Although in reality, it isn't of course like a chapter in a Harry Potter book. It's something completely different. But Chris had been kept in the dark for too long… it was time he knew.

But wait, how could Piper explain why he hadn't had his powers? She couldn't tell him about Wyatt could she? So should she lie? Questions were entering her mind too quickly for her to answer them. She looked worriedly at an inpatient Chris tapping his foot waiting for his mother to speak. So she took a deep breath and started to speak.

"Well… The Book of Shadows… is uh" Piper stuttered hoping that words would just fly into her mouth

"Is what?" Chris replied, "Are you like part of some cult or something?"

"No! Don't be so stupid!"

"So come on then…" Chris said trying to urge his mother to speak

"You probably won't believe it but okay. Me your Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige are witches. Not the kind that fly on broomsticks and cackle round a cauldron or go to Hogwarts. We're good witches; we help innocent defenceless people against demons. These are the users of bad magic, making them evil. We try to prevent this as much as possible." Piper sighed relieved that she had finished.

Chris just had a massive smirk on his face and couldn't help but bursting out laughing. "You? Witch? Oh mum please stop, this laughing hurts too much."

"I'm serious! Look throw that vase in the air." His mother ordered

Finally after several minutes Chris calmed down and threw the vase. "So what'cha gonna do? Freeze it?" He patronized

"In fact yes I am." And in one flick of her wrist, Piper had frozen the vase in mid air.

Watching the frozen vase brought the memories back of what had happened at school a few hours earlier. He had managed to freeze a whole corridor of people with just a tiny flick of his wrist. Was he a witch?

"Mum, throw that picture frame." Chris ordered anxiously

"What? No, that's a present from your Great Grams!"

"Please mum. It's important… you could always save it." Chris insisted.

Chris put full concentration on the picture frame that was leaving Piper's hands. It was like he was watching it in slow motion. He chose his timing carefully and slowly, but gently he flicked his wrist. This ended up with the same outcome… the picture frame was sat there in mid air next to the vase. Chris looked down at his hands in amazement of what he had just done. He actually froze something? 'This better not be one of my stupid dreams again' he thought and quickly pinched himself to make sure. It was definitely not a dream. Chris Haliiwell was a witch.

Piper was astonished, for this meant one thing. That her two sons had reunited. Of course! How could she have been so stupid?! Chris mentioned a boy named Wyatt earlier. How did this not click in her mind? Her son is out there and so is Leo… Leo? She hadn't thought of him for a while, she tried not to. It hurt too much. Piper only really thinks about the last time she saw him, when they said goodbye, and when she had to leave Wyatt. She missed him so much; she needed to see him again. But she knew it couldn't be now.

"Mum? Helloooooo…" Chris said sounding a little confused. "Come back to planet Earth, if that's where you're from"

"Chris just go to bed." His mother said quietly

"What? It's only 8.30!" He argued.

"Bed." She repeated.

"What the? Oh fine." Chris decided it was the best idea for him to go to bed. He had a lot to think about. It's not easy finding out you're a witch and all…

Wyatt walked into the Manor and met with his dad's gaze who was sitting in the front room reading his newspaper casually,

"Hi son!" He said a tad too enthusiastic

"Hi dad." Wyatt replied trying to make his way up the stairs.

"How was your day?"

"Uh, great… going upstairs now."

"Wait… don't you want to talk?" Leo then asked sounding a little disappointed

"Not really, going upstairs now."

Wyatt finally made his way into his room, to be again greeted by his father peeping round the door.

"Guess what Wyatt! I made Brownies!"

"That's uh great dad."

"Don't you want a bite? They're delicious!"

"Not really."

"Well, do you want help with homework?"

"I'm okay thanks"

Wyatt was then sceptically watching his dad picking up his dirty underwear, while having a huge smile on his face. This scared Wyatt a little. "Dad! Leave my things alone!"

"Well who would tidy up this mess… I can't see you doing it."

"Dad, don't you have anything better to do? Go dating… clubbing, something!"

"But who would keep you company son?"

"Argh! Dad just get out!" Wyatt exclaimed pushing his father out of the door and quickly slamming it. Relieved at the piece of quiet, he started slowly to play his acoustic guitar.

Knock Knock

"Damn it!" Wyatt said furiously as one of his strings pinged off into his face.

"Son, are you okay?" His fathers voice came from the other side of the door

"Yes. I am fine dad."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! God dad, you're not like a guardian angel or anything"

Silence.

This was until Leo burst out laughing. He then said, chuckling; "Yeah, that's ridiculous. Ha he ha" This then trailed out into more silence, until the sound of his feet walking down the stairs could be heard.

Wyatt then opened his door to make sure his father had left him in peace. He loved his dad and all… but he can be just a little too loving. He was 15 years old not 10, and his dad couldn't quite grasp that.

A few hours later

Finally, Wyatt had somewhat finished his music piece and his homework. However, that wasn't usually the case as this father would always keep bursting into his door every 10 minutes which meant that Wyatt never got any work done. It was weird… the house was too quiet… something was going on…

Rushing downstairs, nearly tripping down every step, Wyatt laid his eyes on something that he didn't quite expect. His father was sat beside a young woman who kept groaning… what the hell was going on?

"So dad, you finally scored!" Wyatt said jokily.

"Wyatt, go back up to your room." He father ordered sternly with a tone of voice Wyatt had never heard before

Taking aback from his fathers tone, Wyatt ignored him and continued to rush down the stairs anyway, to come across blood scattered across the living room rug.

"Dad, what the hell have you done?"

"Son, bed." Leo ordered once more

"You've killed her?!"

"BED!"

"What the hell are you?!"

"Look, I'll explain, but I need you to leave."

"NO!"

"Please Wyatt, for me." His father begged

"Like you leave me when I want to be on my own, fat chance."

The attention went from each other to the helpless dying girl who was losing life with every breath. "Leo, help me." She whispered.

Knowing that his charge could wait no longer, Leo flashed a quick glare towards his son. Then turned once more to the young woman, finding no other option he placed his hand over her wound and started to heal her. Blue orbs flashed and darted around and the blood started to vanish. Wyatt, wide eyed gasped at the display happening before him. What the hell was going on? Was his father trying to impress him yet again with a silly act? Well it wasn't funny.

Once healed, the young girl sat up and gently put her arms around her hero. "Thank you." She mumbled quietly and orbed out.

"Who the hell?! What the hell?" Wyatt exclaimed

"I don't even want to look at you right now Wyatt."

"Dad, please."

Leo knew that his son was right. Wyatt had the right to know after seeing such a scary display of events.

"Okay, sit down. This is going to take a while."

AN: Hey so what do you think of the chapter? Sorry it's taken so long but I hope you enjoyed it. R&R thanks. Vicky