Title: Reaching For the Red Moon

Author: Llawela Dragon

Pairing(s): Wyatt/Harry, Paige/Severus, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Chris, and others

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me, Llawela Dragon, except for Phoebe's children, any other characters you do not recognize, and the plot. Harry Potter belongs to that literary goddess, J.K. Rowling, and I'm sure she'd have a stroke if she saw what fan fiction writers did to her characters.

Warnings: Spoilers for OoTP, Slash

Genre: Drama/Romance

Summary: A Charmed/Harry Potter crossover. When Wyatt Halliwell has a very disturbing vision of the death of Harry Potter, his family decides to take action, and moves across the atlantic to Hogwarts. There are some things that Wyatt left out of his recount, however, and things are being put into motion now that the Halliwells have arrived. What follows is the tale of two boys and their friendship that becomes more, all leading up to the final battle with the creature that would not be stopped.

Author's Notes: If you look above, you'll see that I updated the summary. The old one was starting to annoy me a bit. In this chapter and in the rest of them, you'll find the promised slash. I wrote this while listening to the Rolling Stones, and I think I understand now why I made them Harry's favorite group! They rock, and I order everyone to listen to some of the Stones' music when they get the chance! Anyway, I meant to update yesterday, but I got caught up in many things... like the thirteen CDs I got for Christmas, and the fact that my poor little brother was sick. I hope that everyone enjoys this chapter, which does include the promised fight between Wyatt and Ron and the cruel prank I mentioned. See the retaliation in the next chapter! Enjoy and review!

Current Chapter: Chapter 9 - Confessions

Day: Late Wednesday, September 29

'"Er. Hullo."

Wyatt had been in a good mood for all of nine hours after he had kissed Harry, and for eight or so of those hours, he had been asleep. September had passed by quickly, too quickly, and it had been almost a month since their kiss. Wyatt had only just managed to corner the Gryffindor on his way to the library where he, thanks to Chris, who had overheard the three talking that afternoon during lunch while Wyatt had been outside practicing his archery, knew the green-eyed Gryffindor was meeting Ron and Hermione.

"Are you avoiding me, Harry?" Wyatt asked, one golden eyebrow arched delicately. He and the brunette stood, or rather, he sulked and Harry cowered, in a secluded corridor several hallways from the library. Harry looked extremely uncomfortable, and he clutched his bookbag to his chest. He would occasionally glance longingly down the length of the hall. There was no escape, however. He was standing in a small alcove that was partially-hidden behind a suit of armor, and Wyatt was blocking the only exit that did not involve Harry throwing himself at the suit of armor, hoping it fell over, and running for it if it did.

"What in the world makes you think that?" asked Harry with a strained, almost desperate smile. Wyatt had the feeling that Harry really, really did not want to talk to him, or even see him for that matter. It wasn't that Harry was scared of or angry with him; he was embarrassed about what they had done, and he did not want to chance being caught. He feels guilty about wanting me to kiss him, Wyatt realized.

"Why are you acting like we did something wrong?" Wyatt was more than intune with other people and their emotions and moods, and he had known that Harry was heading for a major breakdown, and that he had sped up the process with his words. His statement had caused something within Harry to break; it was the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back." As he expected, Harry dropped his bookbag and began to scream.

"Because it was wrong!" the Gryffindor yelled, angry tears filling his green eyes. "You could be spying on me for Voldemort. This could be some sick, twisted plan of his!"

"You know that isn't true, Harry..." Wyatt tried.

"I knew you for less than a week!"

"A week is a long time, Harry," Wyatt argued patiently.

"Ron doesn't like you!" There was nothing else to say. Harry was groping for excuses, and not only did Wyatt know it, but Harry knew that he knew it.

"I don't like Ron," Wyatt admitted.

Harry half-shouted, "You're a boy!"

Wyatt winced, "So are you."

"That's the problem!" Harry screeched, and then, breathing harshly, the Gryffindor deflated, his face red. Ah, the root of the problem, Wyatt thought to himself. He remembered, back when he had first realized it, having problems with his homosexuality. It had all changed for him, though, and now he desperately wished that he could recall what exactly had changed. "Are we done here?" Harry asked, and Wyatt pulled himself back into the present in time to see Harry pick up his bookbag and prepare to leave.

"No, we most certainly are not done here!" Wyatt cried, wincing when he came out sounding like his mother did when he or Chris did something wrong. "I thought you were over this! You certainly seemed over it a few weeks ago on the quidditch pitch! If I recall correctly, you were the one that wanted me to kiss you!" At his words, Harry promptly flushed bright red. Wyatt turned slightly red himself. "Why is this such a problem for you?" he finally asked.

Harry seemed to weigh his thoughts, and, although it was tempting, Wyatt managed to restrain himself from taking a peek at his mind. After several minutes, Harry said, "I get stared at enough. I don't need to give people another reason to gawk at me. I'm not gay." Oh, you know you are. Wyatt watched as the brunette pushed past him and began to walk away. When Harry began to think he was safe, Wyatt rushed forward and grabbed the Gryffindor by the shoulders, forcing him to turn around. "Wha- mmrph!"

Harry registered two things. One, Wyatt was kissing him, and although the kiss was not as intense as the one that he had experienced weeks ago, it was still amazing, and two, they were standing in a hallway just outside of the Ravenclaw dormitories, where anyone could find them at any given moment. And, as an afterthought, he added I'm not gay, to his Reasons Why Wyatt Can't Kiss Me list, wondering why it hadn't been on his mental list before. Not even he believed it anymore, however.

After several moments, Harry remembered that Wyatt was still kissing him, and pulled away. He stumbled back, tripped over the back of his robes, and fell flat on the floor. His bookbag burst open and books spilled out, along with half-chewed quills, an unopened box of ice mice, and several bottles of black ink, which shattered on the floor. Ink splattered over everything, including Harry himself.

Wyatt looked down at him, partly exasperated, partly upset, and partly amused, as Harry scrambled to push everything back into his bookbag as quickly as possible in order to continue his mad dash for freedom. "I don't kiss that badly, do I?" he asked as Harry stood up, his bookbag hapazardly thrown over his shoulder. The Gryffindor took one step, and had immediately slipped in a puddle of ink, falling again.

"Harry." Harry looked up and was mildly surprised to see Wyatt kneeling in front of him, holding out a book to him. He now had ink smeared over his hands and part of his shirt, which was a rather nice t-shirt that said something about Bon Jovi, runaways, and hair metal that could be taken either as an insult or a compliment, and fit the blonde quite snugly. "You're not the only person that's ever been stared at," Wyatt told the brunette as he stood up again, stepped around the puddle, and turned to leave. He glanced over his shoulder, however, when Wyatt spoke. "If you could only see the people in my world where I'm concerned... if you really feel the need to know more stuff about me, I suggest you talk to Leto Novotny. Tell her that I said she can tell you all she knows. But, please, Harry, keep it to yourself."

Harry stared after the blonde Halliwell as he turned around and walked away, confused. Why did Wyatt want him to talk to the third year that had spoken to him on the first night of school? Only one way to find out, Harry thought to himself, and, after glancing in the direction of the library one last time, he made up his mind, turned heel, and ran.

When he reached the Gryffindor common room, he sighed in relief at seeing Leto, a small third year with more freckles than his best friend, sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace with a small marble notebook. As Harry studied her, she shut the notebook, put it under her, and opened a potions textbook, which she appeared suddenly immersed in, as if she had been reading it all afternoon.

"Leto?" he questioned as he neared her. She looked up, her face flushed. "Leto Novotny, right?" The little girl nodded, and Hrary sat next to her on the couch. When he didn't say anything immediately, she asked him what he wanted from her. "You know Wyatt Halliwell, right?" Leto was shocked at the question, and she hesitated before nodding. "What do you know about him?" Leto bit her lip and looked around the common room before stuttering, "W-well, he's in Gryffindor, l-like you and me, and he-he's in his sixth year, like y-you, a-and-"

"Not that," said Harry, attempting to be polite and only succeeding in sounding impatient and anxious. "Something that I don't know already." Leto began to chew on her bottom lip with more force and glanced around the common room once again, as if attempting to find a means of safe escape to her dormitory, where Harry knew he could not follow. Harry hesitated himself and, crossing his fingers, he said, "He told me to tell you that you can tell me all you know."

The third year looked at him with a new face and began to stare at him as if concentrating on something only she was able to see. Harry felt slightly uncomfortable under the weighty gaze and was relieved when, minutes later, Leto calmed and smiled at him. She said, "Okay. I believe you. Wyatt works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?" The look that Harry gave her was entirely uncomprehending, and she blushed and continued, "He's wiccan."

Harry nearly laughed, he was so relieved. "Oh. I already know that." Leto smiled, apparently pleased that she knew something he did not, and asked, "What power does he have that you know of?" Harry blinked and said slowly, "Er. Astral projection." Her smile grew. "Well, Harry, he has more powers! A lot more! One or more for every letter of the alphabet, my mom used to say! I can't believe he chose astral projection as his one known power. What a complete waste!"

"What?" Harry asked. "How can he have more than one power? Hermione said..."

"Forget what Hermione said," said Leto. "Wyatt Halliwell is not a normal wiccan. To be fair, his mother, aunts, brother, and cousins aren't normal, either. The Halliwell sisters are the Charmed Ones." Harry shrugged when she looked at him as if to say Does that mean anything to you? Leto sighed. "I won't go into all the details, because that could take forever," she said, rolling her eyes. "The Charmed Ones are three special witches that fight the forces of evil - darklighters, sources, demons, etc." Harry understood, though not without confusion. He could remember, now, that when he had ran into Wyatt a few weeks ago, Wyatt had said, "I thought you were a demon."

Leto nodded as if she could hear his thoughts. "Demons have all kinds of weird powers. They can make themselves invisibile, throw fireballs, and the like. The Charmed Ones and their kids fight demons. It's what they do. Every wiccan knows that." Harry only nodded, prompting her to continue. "You know, Wyatt was the first Halliwell in that specific line to be born in over three hundred years? It must have been such a surprise for his family when he wasn't a she." Harry did not respond, and she said, "We've all heard stories about his birth. Magic was down for a day."

"What?"

"There was no magic for the entire day before Wyatt was born," elaborated Leto. "It all has to do with a prophecy. I know it says something about planets and dancing light and about how magic shall rest for a holy day to welcome a twice-blessed child. Wyatt." Harry nodded, speechless. Wyatt has a prophecy? "I heard there are more were that one came from," whispered Leto. "But anyway, my dad told me that Wyatt was so powerful that magic couldn't take the sudden increase in output, or something along those lines, and had to shut down in order to protect itself. It was reborn when he was."

"But-" Harry couldn't get much further. How could Wyatt possibly be so powerful that magic had literally feared its survival and shut down for his coming? Leto said, "Let me finish. I know that Wyatt had a lot of power even before he was born, but I don't know what he did, other than save his mum from certain injury and death more than once with his forcefield. Let me finish!" Harry had opened his mouth, but, shocked at her outburst, he closed it again. "When he was a baby, he was able to conjure a dragon, right out of the telly! It caused a huge scare, of course, but he banished it, no problem!" She punched her fist through the air, narrowly missed his face, and blushed. "Sorry." Harry shook his head, motioning for her to continue. He really didn't know what to think. Maybe she's lying.

"I am not lying!" Leto said sharply, and Harry gaped at her. She harumphed and said, "I'm part-wiccan. My power is limited telepathy. I can only read surface thoughts, the things that you think in the same moment as I read you. Wyatt has telepathy, too, but I heard that he can hear thoughts from months ago if he focuses!" She seemed excited, and Harry did not interrupt. "He has been fighting demons since he was a little kid, you know? There's no way that he's in league with Voldemort, so if you like him that much, don't be so worried!" Harry gaped, too shocked to be embarrassed. Leto rolled her eyes. "I won't tell anyone, I promise, but I agree with Hermione. You should stop acting like an idiot and accept your feelings. Wyatt is as good, if not more then, than you or me. You would be so lucky!" she appeared outrageously jealous for a moment, but then she managed to get a hold on herself.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Harry asked. Leto opened her mouth, and then snapped her head upwards as if she had heard something. She looked back at him after a moment. "Nothing right now," she said, a little too quickly to be true, as she glanced at the ceiling once again. "Wyatt will tell you everything else, but not yet. Again, stop being stupid and kiss him already! He really likes you!" she said, and, giggling, she gathered her books and ran for her dormitory.

Harry could only stare, wide-eyed, after her, but he had been sitting, prone, for less than thirty seconds when she appeared at the bottom step of the stairs, a worried, half-amused look on her face. "Wyatt and Ron are arguing near the library. You might want to go stop them before they hurt eachother." Harry did not even wait to question how she could have known that, but jumped up and bolted from the tower.

While stumbling through the final hallways, he could hear raised voices. He could tell right away that they did, indeed, belong to Ron and Wyatt, and he sped up, sliding around a corner and nearly colliding with a huge crowd of people. He pushed through the crowd and once he managed to get through the throng of people he almost fell into Hermione, who was trying to make the two boys stop. Ron yelled, "Just leave us alone!" and Hermione shouted, "Ron!" as the redhead swung his fist at Wyatt.

"Stop it!" Harry screeched. Ron paid him no heed, but Wyatt glanced around at him, apparently shocked that he had was there, and everyone either winced or cheered as the swinging fist connected with his face. Wyatt stumbled sideways, and felt blood dribble into his mouth. He turned around, and heard the crowd gasp as the cut on his face closed and the bruise disappeared. Harry stared, but was the first one to spring into action. Must be one of those other powers, he thought. He jumped forward, his wand on Wyatt, and, after noticing the strangely trusting look that Wyatt gave him as he took a step away from the redhead, he rounded on Ron. "You are a prefect! You know better than to fight!" he shouted at Ron, who appeared shocked that he was the one being yelled at.

"But, Harry, he-"

"I don't want to hear it, Ron," he said, and he pocketed his wand. At Wyatt, Harry hissed, "You and I have to talk, now." Wyatt just nodded, alarmed at his sudden control of the situation. "Hermione," Harry said simply, and the young woman nodded and glared at their friend, who appeared horribly confused, out of the loop as he was. "Come on," Harry mumbled to the blonde, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the scene. He had managed to pull Wyatt down several halls before the blonde pulled away, clutching at his arm. When Harry saw the same blue lights that had absorbed and healed the result of Ron's attack glow under his hand, and blushed. "Sorry." Wyatt shook his head.

"I guess you talked to Leto," he said. Harry nodded and asked, "What was that about?" Wyatt began, "I wanted to tell you, but Dumbledore wanted us to keep it a secret so that we wouldn't alarm or frighten the students, and-" Harry smiled, to his confusion. "Not that." The brunette frowned again and crossed his arms over his chest. "What happened with Ron?"

The face that Wyatt made at him made him want to, strangely enough, giggle, but he squashed the urge ruthlessly and only flushed slightly, still glaring. "Oh, that," said Wyatt, schooling his features into a look that was less what the fuck? than his previous one. He was slightly red, too. "I walked into him outside of the library as Madam Pince was closing it for dinner, and he just started yelling at me about how I was annoying him, and Hermione, and you, and I told him to stuff it, that what you and I did or didn't do was none of his business, and that's when you appeared." Harry blushed at the implication. At the same time, his stomach growled. "Hungry?" asked Wyatt, not the least bit perturbed.

Harry nodded. "This is going to be a problem, isn't it?" Harry asked as they began walking towards the Great Hall. Wyatt looked at him, confused. "What is?" Harry responded by walking even more quickly, and saying over his shoulder, "How Ron feels about you and how I feel about you."

"What did Leto say to you?" Wyatt asked. The blonde had stopped in the middle of the hallway. Harry stopped, feet away from him. "The same thing that Hermione said. And some other stuff." He turned around to face the blonde and said, "If you really want to know what she said, you can just read my thoughts, right? You've done it before, haven't you?" Wyatt shook his head and they began to walk again. "Never intentionally. I would never do that to anyone unless I absolutely had no other choice." Harry nodded, feeling uncomfortable again.

"Is this going to be a problem for you?" Wyatt asked, and Harry was the confused one this time. Instead of explaining, Wyatt simply grabbed his hand in his own, twining their fingers together. He stopped himself from smiling as Harry blushed and looked down at their hands, absently squeezing his. Finally, Harry took a deep breath and said, "I don't know. I hope not. But I want to keep it a secret for now."

"Keep what a secret?" teased Wyatt, and Harry yelped, "Wyatt!" as the blonde leaned close to him. Wyatt paused and then he, so quickly that Harry would have missed it had it not been for the sudden giddiness the came over him, pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Just as quickly, the blonde had let go of his hand and was walking away. Harry stared after him for a moment and then cried, "Wait!" Wyatt stopped immediately, and they walked the rest of the way to the Great Hall together.

Dinner was quiet and uneventful, but it was after dinner that it happened. A large group of sixth, fifth, and fourth year Gryffindors were heading back to the tower after eating. Harry and Hermione stood between Wyatt and Ron, who glared at eachother over their heads, as they were both taller than the other two. While Hermione was short enough, Harry was almost as tall as Wyatt, which was why the blonde was walking haphazardly on his toes. As they turned the corner, Harry stopped dead in his tracks, and Wyatt nearly walked into him. "What is it?" he asked, but Harry only stared ahead in horror.

There, in front of the portrait of the fat lady, who was shrieking, "Awful Slytherin pranksters! Mongrels! Brats! No respect, none!" was perhaps the most awful thing that Harry had been forced to witness since the actual death of his godfather at the end of his fifth year. A large stuffed black dog sat in the middle of the hallway. What appeared to be a large, shimmery grey sheet was suspended in the air behind it, and, in front of it, a cloak-wearing, wand-baring suit of armor stood.

As they watched, a green light burst out of the wand and hit the dog, and it fell backwards through the sheet, which Wyatt realized was only an illusion. A camera flashed somewhere. He did not understand what was so awful about it, except for the implied cruelty to animals. He looked around when he heard a sob and realized that maybe it was worse than it appeared.

Hermione had her arms around Harry, who was shaking badly and had his head in the crook of her neck. Ron whipped out his wand, but before he could do anything, Wyatt had lifted his hands and waved them. There was a loud boom as everything involved in the cruel prank exploded, leaving nothing behind. Ron did not even blink. As one, he and Wyatt said, "They're dead." Nobody dared disagree.

To the loyal readers and reviewers:

Charmedsisters: Thanks! I'll update as soon and as often as I can, and I hope you enjoy the rest as much as you enjoyed the first few chapters!

Ladida: Come back as many times as you like! You're welcome! I'm glad you loved the last chapter and I'm relieved that you don't think it happened too fast between them. I'm also happy that it came out just the way you imagined it. Here's the chapter you threatened me over, hope you liked it, and, please, don't hurt me. Thank you again, and don't worry - I don't know if your French is right or not. I take Italian!

Gabif: Wow, you flatter me. As you can see, Harry found out a lot of stuff about Wyatt, but there is still more for him to learn. The story isn't over yet! Merry Christmas!

Essenity: I'm beyond grateful that you took the time to reconnect to the internet in order to review my story! I'm sorry that you're hooked on Charmed/Harry Potter crossovers now... but I am happy! Some of them are really great! I read them all the time. I'm also happy that the end of the last chapter made you grin. It makes me smile, too. Hope you liked this chapter, check back for new ones soon!

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