A/N: Finally I have found a chance to squeeze in some writing! Thanks for the continued support fellow Charmed Followers!

DISCLAIMER: Meh, refer to the previous chapter for this.

Chapter Eleven: The Lost Soul

Bronwyn blinked a few times as her look of surprise changed to one of confusion and curiosity. Harry watched his daughter silently. He was waiting for her first coming question and was using the time trying to find a way to not give an answer.

"Who is the Great Evil?" asked Bronwyn bluntly.

"Ah… erm," said Harry looking around in hopes the kitchen would hold an answer for him.

"Don't you know?"

"I-I do know, but Bronwyn… that is something your mother must deal with. Not you."

"But Mum said that if he came back Aunty Lavender was in a lot of trouble."

Harry gave a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, "When your mother comes home you can ask her. I'm sure she will give you all the answers she can to your questions. But for now, why don't you help me with your brother's cakes?"

Bronwyn gave a nod, admitting defeat for now but silently vowing she would do some research and find out who or what the Great Evil was and what he wanted with her best friends mother.

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Lavender burst into the kitchen causing all inside to look at her in amusement. Seeing them standing around without looking panicked caused Lavender to let out a sigh of relief.

"I thought someone was going to scream that the Great Evil had his soul back," said Lavender as she removed her cloak and threw it on a bench.

"What we have to tell you does relate to him," said Lily, "But it mainly has to do with the format of the Power of Three."

"What about us?" asked Hermione who had been absently scratching away at some peeling paint on the edge of the pale yellow bench.

"We need your full attention for this," said James who could tell all had other things on their minds except for Luna and Ron.

Hermione, Ginny and Lavender looked at James and Lily finally allowing them full focus.

"Thankyou," said Lily looking serious, "Now the Power of Three has been extended to the Power of Four for a short or possibly long period of time."

Hermione, Ginny and Lavender frowned, along with Draco, as Luna looked up at the three women unsure of what to do with her self.

"Why?" asked Lavender, "I thought Luna lost her powers when she… she died."

"She did. As I said, Luna is now part of the extreme strand until what must be done is done."

"Which is?" asked Ginny with a small smile at Luna.

"Until the Great Evil is dead. Now the only answer that we can come up with for why Luna has been returned to the Power is that because she was at the start of the battle with the Great Evil, she must help finish the fight," explained James.

"But what are her power's?" asked Hermione, "Lavender has telekinesis."

"And astral projection. Luna still has the ability to move twice the speed of a normal person. The other power's that the Ultimate Head said she may possess is one that the original Power of Three's sister had – energy pulse."

"What's that?" said Luna, speaking finally.

"You are able to emit strong, but silent waves of energy pulses. When you have control you will be able to aim for it to hit whatever or whomever you want. What the power does is shatter things to bits, like smash glass, cause Evillian's and other demonic beings to explode. It is a powerful ability and will stand strong with the other Power's abilities."

"What about the Element power's? Wouldn't Luna have one as well?" asked Ginny.

"She does. It ties in with the other's as well," said Lily with a soft smile to Luna, "Earth."

"Earth?" questioned all four women.

"It's not as simple as it sounds. Luna, you can manipulate the Earth around you – create mountains, tear down trees. Put that with Air, Water and Fire… you four will be a powerful force to compete against."

"Joseph won't stand a chance," grinned Ron.

"Luna needs a lot of training, starting right now, before she will be ready to face The Man of Two Faces," said James seriously.

Luna took a deep breath closing her eyes briefly. All these years she had wanted to be back with the Power of Three, now Four, and she was. If only the images of the three Egyptian Princesses would leave her be.

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Torrance stroked the owl for a bit before taking the letter it had brought her. She recognised Bronwyn's writing instantly and gave a chuckle. She couldn't believe Bronwyn would be bored enough already to write to her friends for something to do. Unfolding it, she settled herself on her grandmother's recliner.

Torr,

The bad man our mothers are against wants to hurt Savannah's Mum if he returns. We can't let that happen. We know that our powers are strong. Maybe we are strong enough to stop him. Meet me at the Shrieking Shack at one.

-Bronwyn.

Torrance looked at her watch and saw it was half past twelve. Lynette had sold up her old house to return to her world and brought a lovely little cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Folding the letter up to slip into her pocket, Torrance walked into the kitchen where her grandmother was going over some bookwork.

"Grams can I go build a snowman the muggle way outside?" asked Torrance innocently.

"Of course you can darling. Make sure you put your snow proof gloves on and your wind resistant scarf," replied Lynette with a smile at her.

Torrance nodded and skipped to the hall entrance. She pulled on her heavy cloak- stowing her wand in the pocket, putting scarf and gloves on along with her black Wellington boots. She slipped out the door and hurried down the path before running along the road towards Hogsmeade. She came into a steady jog after five minutes, already feeling a slight stitch coming on.

Within ten minutes she reached the main street of Hogsmeade, but kept running ignoring anyone who recognised her for Hermione's daughter.

She weaved along the path through the forest towards the haunted house, slowing down at the sight of Bronwyn's long red hair against the white snowy background.

"You ran here?" asked Bronwyn.

"My b-brooms at h-home. I was at my G-Grams place," said Torrance, "Sav c-coming?"

"With any hope, yes," said Bronwyn.

Torrance nodded, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heartbeat. She leant against a fence post before looking back at Bronwyn, "How do you know that stuff about the bad guy and Aunty Lave?"

"I overheard Mum and Dad arguing about her commitment to the Charmed stuff. He doesn't like it you see, but Mum said she couldn't walk away because… Great Evil! That's his name… the Great Evil wants Aunty Lavender."

"Why?"

"I don't know. But it sounded really serious for Mum to get all worked up like that," pointed out Bronwyn, "I've never seen her like that before."

At the moment Savannah landed gracefully on the ground, but was shivering from flying, "I so need to learn how to perform a heating Charm."

"That's third year," replied Torrance, "Did your Dad let you come?"

"No. He would never allow me to fly in this weather," said Savannah, "As far as he knows I am in my room reading. What about you?"

"My Grams thinks I am building a snowman the muggle way. Bron?"

"Dad thinks I am catching up on homework," shrugged Bronwyn, "Sav… are you in on helping your Mum?"

Savannah nodded, "Most definitely. But what can we do? We don't even know where this bad guy lives."

"His name is Great Evil. I think we are best of starting where our mother's used to live," said Bronwyn seriously, "And like I said ages ago – Rosemerta knows the towns history."

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"You okay Luna?" asked Ginny softly, sitting across from her friend in the kitchen.

Luna sighed, "As fine as I can be. I just… this is what I wanted for years obviously but now that it has come true… what if what happened all those years ago somehow happens again?"

"The only way something like that could happen to you again would be if the Demon of Fear came to make you live it. But that won't happen because the last I read about him was that our mother's sent him to… well hell."

Luna gave Ginny a small smile as Draco walked over.

"Sorry," he said, "But I have to take you up there with me to do some training. If we train here someone from the Underworld is bound to sense a new threatening power on the rise."

"That's fine," said Luna standing up, "I'm ready."

"Good luck," grinned Ginny.

"If I remember correctly – I will need that luck seeing as Draco here is a Drill Sergent."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "For all you know I could have softened up over the years."

"Unlikely."

"True. Let's go."

Draco and Luna left with a shimmer leaving Ginny, Hermione, Lavender and Ron alone in the kitchen.

"This is pretty overwhelming, don't you think?" asked Hermione with a smile, "Luna, part of the group once again."

"Yeah," nodded Ginny looking at Lavender, "Are you okay with it Lave?"

Lavender nodded with a tight smile, "How about we go to the Three Broomsticks for a celebration drink?"

The other's nodded and headed out the front door deciding walking would allow them to come to proper terms with the news, though none said this out loud.

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The three young girls stepped into the pub allowing the warmth of the air to flood over them. Savannah let out a deep breath of relief and followed the other two over to the bar. Rosemerta gave them a smile, use to them coming in for quick visits and Butterbeers.

"Hello my dears," she said with a smile, automatically pulling out three drinks.

"Hi," replied the three.

They had the basic chatter before Bronwyn feigned a look of curiosity. Rosemerta lowered the glass she was cleaning, looking at Bronwyn expectantly.

"Rosemerta, where about did my mother, Aunty Hermione and Aunty Lavender live before they had us?"

Rosemerta frowned in concentration, "From what I can remember, I think it was along Smeade Road. The house with high walls enclosing the backyard."

"What colour is it?"

"White, with blue guttering I think. A lovely place. I can never understand why they never sold it, but with Luna back and all, I suppose it doesn't matter."

"Luna lives there?" asked Torrance with a frown.

"She did before she went into hiding. That's when Lavender moved in to help with the bills and whatnot. Now you girls enjoy those drinks on the house. I have other people to look after," smiled Rosemerta as the girls fell silent, taking sips of their drinks.

"White with blue guttering," said Savannah softly.

"Let's go," decided Bronwyn suddenly.

The three stood and turned but halted as the door swung open with their mother's and Ron walking in. The three dashed, quickly, but stealthily for the bathroom. Once inside they looked at each other wide eyed.

"Now what? They could be here for hours!" hissed Savannah.

"We're so dead," moaned Bronwyn.

"No we're not," replied Torrance gesturing to a half opened window above the sink, "We can fit through that easily enough. No one will notice."

"Yeah sure, no one will notice three girls taking it in turns to pole-vault out the pubs window," said Bronwyn sarcastically.

"Hey it's a plan!" snapped Savannah, "What idea do you have?"

Bronwyn said nothing as Torrance climbed up onto the sink and pushed the window open a little more. She tore the screen away and pulled herself up, sliding out the window before toppling onto the snow covered ground. She stood and moved in time for Savannah to land with a thump, followed by a somewhat reluctant Bronwyn. After landing with a noisy 'Oomph!' she jumped up and dusted the snow from her green cloak.

"So now that we're out of that mess, let's go find the house," said Torrance with a bright smile.

"Snow is melting to my butt," grumbled Bronwyn.

Savannah rolled her eyes and fell into step with Torrance as they headed down the alleyway. Bronwyn gave a sigh and hurried after them. She was more annoyed that Torrance got them out of the situation instead of her.

"So we get to the house and then what?" asked Savannah.

"Look inside for answers," said Bronwyn, finally falling into step beside them.

"Unless Luna is there," pointed out Torrance, "Rosemerta said she lived there now, remember?"

"Yeah I remember," said Bronwyn irritably, "But if she isn't we can take a snoop. No one has to know."

"Unless we get caught."

"Stop looking for the flaws!"

"Sorry!"

"Please don't start bickering again," cried Savannah moving in between the pair, "We need to work together to save my Mum! Think of that instead of your differences!"

Both Torrance and Bronwyn nodded declaring a silent truce until the mission was complete.

They walked in silence, turning down Smeade Road after ten minutes. Looking up, all three checked out the houses looking for one that was white and blue with high walls around the backyard. Savannah gave a gasp and pointed down the road. The three ran towards it, stopping in front of it.

"That's it," whispered Torrance.

"Come on!" cried Bronwyn running up the pathway.

The other two followed and stopped on the veranda as Bronwyn pushed the door open with ease. They stepped into the hall, seeing loose wires hanging from the ceiling.

"Obviously a light was meant to be there?" suggested Savannah.

Bronwyn nodded and followed Torrance into the lounge room. It looked ordinary enough, with an empty cup on the table besides that day's Quibbler. Exiting it they checked out the dining room, kitchen and laundry before walking back into the entry hall. Looking at the staircase Bronwyn went up them first followed by Savannah then Torrance. All the bedroom doors, excluding two, were locked. The trio inspected the open rooms but found nothing interesting. They continued up the staircase before reaching the final landing. At the end was a door half opened. The three walked along to it, each feeling apprehensive at what could possibly lay behind it. Would it be their answers or something possibly sinister?

Savannah pushed the door open revealing what looked to be an attic with a bright glowing light coming from the side of the room.

"What is it?" whispered Savannah as they walked in looking at the four bright crystals emitting the blinding glow.

"Don't know… but there is something in the middle," said Bronwyn pointing to the iron trunk.

Torrance walked past them and over to the stand. Reaching up she pulled the heavy book off it and peered at the cover.

"Historical Magic and Spells," read Torrance as she opened the cover and read the names, "Look! It has our mother's names! Hermione Granger, Ginerva Weasley, Luna Lovegood and Lavender Brown!"

Bronwyn and Savannah moved away from the bright lights and looked at the book with Torrance. The three turned through the pages gasping at any horrific pictures they came across. They paused every now and then to read interesting information on creatures they had never heard of before.

"So, is there anything in the book about what that thing is over there?" asked Bronwyn gesturing to what the crystals were surrounding.

Torrance gave a shrug and flipped through the pages, "I can't find anything."

Bronwyn stepped forward and picked up a crystal, "Wow… I can feel the power."

"Maybe you should leave it. I'm sure our mother's have it there for a reason," said Savannah.

"Nothing's happened," smirked Bronwyn as she walked over to the other two clutching the crystal.

Suddenly the bright light grew larger causing Torrance to drop the book in surprise. Savannah grabbed onto her sleeve as Bronwyn turned around, letting the crystal drop from her hand and roll away to underneath a nearby chair. The light began swirling in the air before drawing back inside the crystals, vanishing soon after.

"What did you do?" cried Torrance looking around for the crystal urgently, "Find it and put it back!"

Torrance dropped down to her knees but stopped at a tap on her shoulder. She looked up at Bronwyn irritably but looked to where her friend was pointing. Standing over the trunk was a lone person covered in a black cloak, a crystal ball in one hand.

"I knew it was a matter of time before you three would feel curious to know your mother's pasts," he said in a silky voice, "Now I have a deal for you three."

"Who are you?" asked Bronwyn, her normal strong voice trembling with fear.

"A friend of your mother's. However you can call me Seer. Now to that deal," he said stepping closer to the frightened young girls, "In that trunk is something dear to a very important person. I cannot touch it because good magic – your mother's magic – put it in there. I want one of you to summon the jar out for me."

"W-we don't know summoning charms yet," said Torrance, though she knew a lot of advanced magic thanks to inheriting her mother's passion for learning.

The Seer turned to Torrance and gave a cold laugh, "I don't believe that. You know how to perform one and you have the power to do it."

"T-then I won't do it!" she declared defiantly.

The Seer shook his head and clicked his fingers. Suddenly two creatures with flickering tongues appeared and grabbed Bronwyn and Savannah. Daggers were pressed against their throats causing them to scream in horror.

"Don't hurt them!" begged Torrance looking at her friends in horror as she went pale in fear.

"Then do what I want you to," replied the Seer, "Summon the jar from the trunk so I can take it."

"D-don't do it!" cried Savannah only to cry in pain as the dagger pricked her skin.

Torrance pulled her wand out, taking a deep breath. She ran her fingers along the smooth wood wanting to buy as much time as possible.

'Please Mum,' thought Torrance, 'I need your help!'

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Ron laughed as Ginny reminded him of something that happened in their childhood. Lavender cracked a smile at the story as Hermione sat down with a round of drinks.

"Cheers," said Ron, "And Merry Christmas!"

The three women raised their glasses and downed the drink in one gulp.

"Oh I can't have too many," said Ginny with a sigh, "I have a husband and kids to get home to."

"Speaking of which, Rosemerta believes our daughters are hiding in the bathroom," laughed Hermione, "I had a look but I couldn't see them."

"Perhaps Rosemerta had a bit too much eggnog," suggested Ron.

They looked over at her seeing her laughing merrily with a male customer who was looking her up and down.

"Lave, everything okay?" asked Ginny.

"Just getting used to the fact that Luna is now part of our group," replied Lavender, "I guess I am worried that I might be the one to leave the group."

"Oh Lave, its only temporary, Luna knows that. We won't push you away if that is what you are worried about," said Hermione squeezing Lavender's hand reassuringly, "

Lavender finally gave a genuine smile but frowned as Hermione clutched her forehead in pain.

Please Mum! I need your help!

"Torrance," whispered Hermione standing up, "She's in trouble!"

Hermione ran out of the pub and onto the main road. She looked around in alarm trying to decipher where her daughter was. She closed her eyes and apperated to her mother's running in the front door, alarming Lynette.

"Hermione. I wasn't expecting you til-"

"Where's Torrance?"

"Out the front making a snowman."

Hermione turned and ran out the door and looked around the large front yard as Lynette hurried out behind her in confusion.

"She's not here!" cried Hermione to her mother, "I heard her cry for help! Where is she?"

Lynette gave a helpless, guilty shrug, looking down at the ground. She frowned and picked up and bit of paper unfolding it as Hermione paced around trying to think where her daughter would go that was dangerous. She knew nothing of the house where the book was at, did she?

"Hermione!" cried Lynette hurrying over to her and thrusting the letter at her.

"The bad man our mothers are against wants to hurt Savannah's Mum if he returns. We can't let that happen. We know that our powers are strong. Maybe we are strong enough to stop him. Meet me at the Shrieking Shack at one," read Hermione, "Oh Merlin! They know. Rosemerta said she saw them… they know Rosemerta knows the towns history!"

Hermione pressed her finger to the mark as she apperated away to the entry hall of 642 Smeade Road. Seconds later Ginny and Lavender arrived. Ginny opened her mouth to speak as a cry came from upstairs.

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Torrance waved her wand, "Accio hidden crystal!" She aimed for the spot it should have been but the Seer caught it and threw it out the window, smashing the glass.

"Very clever!" he snarled stalking towards her causing Bronwyn to cry out, "Summon the jar or your friends are DEAD!"

"Okay!" screamed Torrance, "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

The Seer yanked her forward to just in front of the trunk, "Summon it!"

Torrance wrinkled her nose up at the strong smell and took a deep breath, her heart racing, "Accio j-"

A blast of flame shot out, knocking the Seer off his feet causing Torrance to jump away from the trunk. She spun around in time to see a shard of ice slice through the things throat that was holding Savannah as the other was knocked off his feet by an invisible force. Hermione, Ginny and Lavender ran into the room as the Seer stood up laughing. He clicked his fingers once more and a whirl of white-hot flame began circling around Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, Bronwyn and Savannah. The circle was growing smaller by the second and all Torrance could hear was her friend's screams of terror.

"STOP IT!" shrieked Torrance, "YOU'LL KILL THEM!"

"I'll stop it when you summon me the jar!"

Inside the circle of flame Hermione, Lavender and Ginny were doing all they could to defeat the fire but nothing was working.

"The flame is immune to good magic," snarled the Seer with a gesture to it, "They all die unless you give me what I came for!"

Torrance had tears in her eyes as she finally nodded and turned to the trunk, "Accio… Accio jar!"

Without any noise or hassle the gold-lidded jar floated from the trunk and into the Seer's hands. With a smirk he clicked his fingers. The flame vanished startling Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, Bronwyn and Savannah. Torrance let out a sob as Hermione ran to her, hugging her tightly.

"I win," whispered the Seer before he vanished.

Lavender said nothing as she hugged Savannah, glancing at Ginny who was looking at the trunk full of the disgusting potion.

"Let's go downstairs," said Hermione in a quiet voice.

Down in the kitchen, Hermione set about making hot chocolate. Lavender had gone out to the backyard with Ginny who wasn't talking to her, but lazily designing ice sculptures from the cold air.

"Here," said Hermione handing the three girls the hot chocolate, "You three drink these and calm down. When your mothers and I come back in you can explain to us what happened."

Hermione headed to the backyard with another three mugs that she handed out, keeping one for her self.

"How did this happen?" asked Ginny, "I thought they didn't know."

Hermione pulled out the letter her mother had found and handed it to Ginny. When Ginny read it she gasped in horror.

"She heard the argument I had with Harry! Oh Merlin… it's my fault!"

"No," said Lavender, "No, he would have found one way or another to get the soul back. It just took the use of our daughters to get it."

"What do we do?" asked Ginny, "He must've known Bronwyn knew."

Hermione gave a sigh remembering her dreams, "We knew this would happen though, remember?"

Ginny and Lavender knew. They just didn't want to admit that they hadn't prevented it.

"We have to protect them more now then ever. He wants their power," said Hermione, "And will stop at nothing to get it."

The three looked in the window at the three girls drinking their hot chocolates in silence. Silently a vow formed between them to protect their daughter's lives no matter what it cost them.

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The Seer clutched the jar tightly, his knuckles whitening with every second. The jar thumped wildly as the soul felt the body it belonged in growing closer. Kneeling in the centre of the room he placed the jar in front of him looking up at his lord's body.

"Here before you is your soul," he whispered, "Let it return to you to make you whole once more my Lord."

With that he lifted the jar up and dropped it, but it didn't break. The Seer frowned then smirked.

"Smart witches," he murmured before placing one finger on the lid and drawing a circle. The gold melted away at his touch revealing a circle. The soul floated out, a scream growing louder as it floated towards its owner.

Suddenly a bright red glow appeared as it entered the Great Evil's chest. The scream grew louder as the Great Evil began to scream himself. The Seer remained kneeling, his head bowed. But even the ground reflected the bright red glow emitting from the Great Evil.

The Seer almost flinched as the leader of the Underworld stood for the first time in nearly twelve years. The screaming had stopped and the red glow was ebbing away slowly. His eyes glinted in a cold, calculating manner as he looked down at the Seer.

"How long?" he asked, his voice hoarse from years of no real use other then groaning.

"Near twelve long years my Lord."

"You took twelve years to bring back my soul?"

"My Lord, the Power of Three are smart. I underestimated them."

"Indeed you did. However, you did succeed. I shall spare your life this time Seer. But another mistake will no longer be tolerated."

The Seer nodded and slowly stood, holding out his globe knowing that the Great Evil would want to know what has happened over the years.

"What would you like to see first, my Lord?" asked the Seer, though he knew the answer.

"Lavender."

A/N: He's back, finally! So now the real count down to the Great Battle begins. Review!

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