Disclaimer: I don't own HP, I don't own Charmed, I don't own Spike. I have two dollars in my wallet along with a few movie ticket stubs and my Hot Topic discount card. (Three more stamps to go, baby!)

Pre-Story Note: I put in some information about Charmed and BtVS for anyone who might be unfamiliar with those programs and the characters therein. I also note where in canon this story will be placed as I am all over in terms of plotline and events. This story will be told in four POV's and you've seen three of them already. Number four should be along any chapter now, but you can guess if you like.

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Still Paige's POV.

The next morning came bright and sunny. Paige had tossed restlessly all night long, dreaming about war and green lights and a blond boy who was crying like his heart was broken. It was very disturbing and she hoped it wasn't an omen of a bad day to come.

Unfortunately it seemed like it was, as she ran out of shampoo, then hot water, leaving herself halfway through her shower with a head full of liquid bodywash when the cold water came blasting out. Her favorite jeans were too tight, but not sexy tight, just uncomfortable. And her favorite 'fat day' jeans were still carrying a strange green stain from their last demon hunt.

Deciding it really wasn't worth it to get worked up, Paige shrugged into her 'really fat day' purple jogging suit and headed downstairs, almost turning around when she heard Piper shouting in the living room.

The closer she got to the argument, the better she could hear it, and the more she wished she had just turned around and gone back to bed when she had the chance.

"A vampire, Chris? You brought that evil thing into our house? My house? Your brother is here, and he is a baby. Do you care at all? I can't believe you were so irresponsible!"

Paige winced with each word, hoping Chris would be okay. She passed the doorway to the cellar stairs and saw a figure wrapped in a thick patchwork quilt standing in the shadows.

"Any convenient sewer lines here, love?"

Paige smiled, "Fraid not."

"I'll leave as soon as the sun sets," the man said, turning to go back downstairs as the voices came closer.

"He's not dangerous, mom. He has a chip in his head."

"Sure, evil creatures always turn good, and they never fake it to get to us!"

"Hey! Cole was different," Phoebe jumped into the fight.

The three bickering brunettes approached, and Paige was tempted to follow Spike into the cellar where there would at least be peace and quiet.

But she forged on. The sandwich she'd had at two in the morning was filling, but if she didn't start her morning with an actual breakfast, she was twitchy all day.

The orange juice was almost empty, a few good gulps would finish the jug, and since she was in slouchy clothes anyway Paige grinned to herself and raised the jug to her lips.

"Freeze, Missy."

Paige froze, figuratively, because with Piper behind her, if she didn't she'd be frozen literally.

"How about a glass?"

Paige smiled, "Thanks Mom, but I'm good."

Piper took the jug out of her hands and poured the last ounces of juice into a tall glass before handing the empty carton back. "Well, if you don't want it, I'll finish it," she said, sipping at the cool liquid.

Phoebe snorted.

Paige rolled her eyes, "Okay, Piper, but you know what you've reduced me to…"

With that, she pulled an icy can of soda out of the bottom drawer of the fridge.

"Paige," Piper squawked indignantly, "You can't have a soda for breakfast."

"Why not," Paige replied, "It's an orange soda. That's almost like juice." She cracked the can gently, allowing any excess gas to escape, and waited for the explosion.

Sensing the tension in the room despite her lack of powers, Phoebe spoke, "Come on Piper, you know you deserved that. And Paige, at least eat something. If you drink that on an empty stomach you'll get sick."

Piper swallowed her complaint and stared into her juice as Paige set the can of soda on the counter and turned back to the fridge to find something breakfast-food-shaped.

Just as she found the bag of cinnamon bagels Piper had brought home the day before hiding behind the peanut butter, they disappeared from her hand in a shower of blue sparks.

Paige knew the culprit, her youngest oldest nephew was a notorious food thief, once orbing away an entire cake while his mother was frosting it.

And then he stole the frosting.

Still staring into the fridge, she said, "Chris, if you don't give those back, I may have to beat you to death."

The bag reappeared in front of her and a cultured accent said, "I'm terribly sorry about that. Though I would be rather difficult to kill, unless… You're not a dark-lighter are you?"

And for the second time in less than eight hours, Paige was confronted by another pale blond English guy. This one looked younger than the other, and softer, but there was something familiar about him, as though she'd seen him before.

The sensation faded like morning fog as the grey-eyed boy smirked gently at her.

"I'm sorry, I'm often told I take my responsibilities too seriously and I've heard such bad things about carbohydrates lately."

Phoebe giggled lightly. Paige wanted to roll her eyes again, but she thought it would be redundant. The white lighter couldn't be older than eighteen if he was a day, dressed in nice slacks and a button down shirt, and Phoebe was… Phoebe was staring at his ass.

"Phoebe! Put those eyes back in your head," Piper shouted, echoing Paige's thoughts. The boy turned, to see what the commotion was, and blushed lightly when he realized where Phoebe's attention had lain.

"I'm sorry," he said, moving until his back was against the wall, "I wanted to meet all of you and introduce myself, but this is clearly a bad time. I'll come back later, shall I?"

"No, I think now is a very good time for introductions, kiddo," Piper said.

The boy opened his mouth to say something, but Piper went on, "I know you're probably a hundred something years old, but you look young and I call 'em like I see 'em. Now, what's your name and what are you doing here?"

The blond sighed. "I'm Draco Malfoy." Then he paused, as if he was waiting for something. When none of the witches said anything, he went on, "I'm your new whitelighter."

"What," Phoebe asked, having collected herself, "we already have a whitelighter, right? Chris? Chris!"

With a swirl of blue, the brunette orbed into the kitchen. The small space was rapidly becoming crowded, but Paige couldn't leave if she wanted to, it was too interesting.

From the corner of her eye, she even saw Spike peering around the corner at the unfolding events.

"Chris, do you know this kid?"

Chris studied the other boy, Draco affecting nonchalance as they both sized each other up. "He looks familiar, but I can't quite place him. I'm not sure why though."

Paige didn't buy it, but didn't feel like fighting it. The kid didn't look evil, not that that meant anything anymore, but she got a familiar vibe from him. He was hiding something, the way Chris had when he first showed up, but he was there to help.

"So Draco," she said, holding up the bag of doughy delights, "want a bagel?"

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End Note: So there's Draco. Not five minutes in his new home and already being ogled. The poor, poor, sexy thing. Below are the show descriptions along with other pertinent information. I got a little pedantic, but that's my ninja way.

Fandom rundown--

Charmed- Charmed is the story of three sisters decreed to be the Charmed Ones, witches who were destined to hold great power and the responsibility to fight demons and protect humanity. Prue, Piper, and Phoebe's powers were bound in their early childhood and they had no knowledge of them until after the death of their grandmother. In the course if their fight against evil the oldest sister, Prue, was killed. The surviving girls found that they had a half sister, part witch and part white lighter, named Paige. She joined Piper and Phoebe to reform the Charmed Ones. Piper has the ability to freeze time/demons and make things explode. Phoebe has premonitions and empathy though those things are suspended at this time. Paige has the ability to orb herself and objects, which is much like the Transporter used in Star Trek.

Whitelighters are a form of angel. People who died doing heroic acts or who lived in a heroic fashion were called into service protecting young witches. They are largely impervious to injury but can be poisoned by the arrows of a Darklighter, their evil counterpart.

At the point in the series I am drawing from for this story, a young white lighter named Chris appeared to the sisters from the future. After a great deal of misunderstanding it was revealed that Piper's son Wyatt would turn evil at some point and become a tyrannical despot. Chris had made it his mission to prevent this. After further misunderstanding it was revealed that Chris was Piper's second son and Wyatt's brother.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer- (as it pertains at this point.) Spike, or William the Bloody, is a vampire. In his quest to destroy the Slayer, a teen age girl given the responsibility to destroy vampire and protect humanity, he was captured by a government organization called the Initiative. The Initiative experimented on vampires and demons and implanted a chip into Spike which would cause a painful electric shock if he attacked a human being.

I am playing a bit fast and loose with the timing, for this character and another that will be drawn from the show. Forgive me for the desperate AU-ness of them. It is in service of a higher authority. Nasty slash.

Harry Potter- This is post HBP. DH has not and will not happen in this story. I would like to write a story that works with the official timeline of events but it's just not happening at the moment.

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Okay, that's all I got. Please review on anything you liked or any points of confusion. I do so appreciate hearing what you think.

Interestingly enough, the previous sentence was not intended to sound sarcastic in the least, which is new and different for me.