Title: Reaching For the Red Moon

Author: Llawela Dragon

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

Rating: R

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: Okay, so I've finished the eleventh chapter, and it only took a month! Heh... sorry! I was sick with the flu, as I said in my profile earlier (although I doubt anyone looks there... or here, for that matter...). Some parts are a little iffy, but please be kind, as this is my first slash piece. I wrote this entire chapter while listening to Fly High Michelle by Enuff Z'Nuff and to show my gratitude to Donnie Vie and the guys for their great song, which undoubtedly helped me past my writer's block, I made it Harry's favorite song! And yes, it was all I listened to (forover fifteenhours!) while I wrote this. I urge everyone to listen to it - it's a beautiful song. Now, I hope this chapter makes up for the month you all waited, and I promise that the action will really begin in the next chapter, starting with quidditch try-outs and a closer look at Wyatt's new broomstick!The next update shouldn't take so long - today's a snow day, andtomorrow will probably be one, too (but even if it isn't, I don't have school), and the rest of the week is all exams, meaning I have a lot of free time. Enjoy!

Current Chapter: Chapter 11 - The Charmed Ones

Begins on: Tuesday, October 5th


"So, this is what your real house is like?" Harry asked. Wyatt smiled and nodded, absently rubbing his thumb over the back of Harry's hand, which he held in his own, as they walked through the foyer and into the livingroom of the 'house' that the Room of Requirement had been transformed into earlier that year to accomodate his parents and aunts. They, along with the rest of the professors and the students, were at breakfast, which Harry and Wyatt had left shortly after Hermione had somehow turned the discussion about Quidditch practice, which was to begin later that evening with try-outs to replace the two chasers and, possibly, the beaters, to the D.A., which she was believed should be restarted. For the benefit of everyone, she had said.

It hadn't taken long for Harry and Hermione to explain the entire concept to him; D.A. stood for Dumbledore's Army, a group of students that, under the instruction of Harry, had, last year, practiced Defense Against the Dark Arts in response to the useless lessons that had been forced upon them by their ministerial professor, Dolores Umbridge. When he had learned that the Room of Requirement was the meeting place of the group, Wyatt had pulled Harry aside to tell him that a new meeting place would need to be found, and that admission had led to them heading upstairs so that Harry could see what had become of it.

"Everything is exactly the same?" Harry questioned, pulling his hand loose as he crossed the livingroom to look at the pictures that lined the opposite wall. "Mostly," said Wyatt. "Some personal objects are missing, obviously, but it's otherwise an exact replica. My mom brought some stuff over from our house. Speaking of which, don't look in the freezer." Harry looked at him, an eyebrow raised, before turning back to the pictures. "Why? Is that were you keep the decaying demon bodies?"

Harry tried not to blush at the apparent stupidity of his question when Wyatt began to laugh. He was startled and fought half-heartedly when arms wrapped around him from behind, but Wyatt held him and kissed a spot just under his ear before resting his head on his shoulder. "Is that you?" Harry asked, changing the subject, as he pointed at a picture of a smiling child whose his head topped with messy blonde hair; one of his front teeth was missing. He appeared quite proud.

He felt Wyatt nod against his shoulder, and fell silent as he looked closely at the other pictures, easily picking out the ones of Wyatt as he grew older; it was easy, as Wyatt appeared to be the only blonde Halliwell. "Demons disappear when they die," said Wyatt suddenly, and Harry twisted around in his arms, a question in his eyes. He and Wyatt were nearly the same height, so that it would be almost impossible to tell who was taller. Wyatt smiled at him, and repeated, "Demons disappear when they die." He added, "They combust, or burst into ashes. I guess you'll see it someday."

Harry frowned darkly, and pulled out his arms, turning to head for the stairs. Wyatt frowned, too. "You know, I once saw a demon explode in a shower of rose petals," Wyatt said lightly as he followed Harry across the room and back into the foyer. "When I was six, I made a demon sing." Before he had even reached the stairs, Harry changed direction and walked into the diningroom, looking through it quickly before moving into the kitchen. When he spoke, however, Harry paused and smiled. Wyatt noticed and added, "It's true. It was even dancing."

Harry finally stopped near the cabinet housing the potion ingredients they used, and asked in a strange voice, "Like the armor on the third floor?" He was referring to, Wyatt knew, earlier that morning when, while chasing Harry through the halls to 'punish' him for the shower incident, Wyatt had whispered a spell that had caused a suit of armor to jump up and not only sing, in a scratchy, unpleasent voice, Metallica's Sad but True, but also dance in a way that would have made any ballerina jealous.

Wyatt grinned. Harry had frozen in shock when it had happened, unintentionally giving Wyatt just enough time to catch up to him and tackle him into a classroom, where he had enacted his punishment, which had included giving Harry a new love bite where it was guaranteed that nobody would see. As Harry recalled this, he absently rubbed at the spot on his stomach. Wyatt noticed and grinned, and Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "You're lucky that I didn't kick you when you did that," he huffed, gesturing to his stomach, before turning his back to Wyatt and pretending to be interested in a cabinet that was apparently full of spices, "You had me shocked for a moment, back there."

Suddenly, Wyatt was behind him, whispering directly into his ear, "You were hoping I'd go lower." His voice was soft and unaccusing, and Harry blinked and flushed, his dream from the night before rushing back into his thoughts. He felt rather than saw Wyatt smirk at him, and shivered when Wyatt wrapped his arms around him again. "Did you have a nice dream, Harry?" he asked, whispering his name in the same husky voice that Harry had heard in his dream.

Harry was aware that Wyatt was kissing and nibbling at his neck, pushing the collar of his robes and oversized t-shirt out of the way in order to move to his shoulders, and then tightening his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He also knew that Wyatt was waiting for an answer, but kept his mouth, as well as his eyes, shut tightly, even as he felt Wyatt pull back for a moment. He opened them when he felt his robes be pushed away, dropped carelessly to the ground. "Well?" Wyatt prompted.

"Yes," Harry finally gasped, and he twisted around in Wyatt's arms again, only this time he didn't pull away. Wyatt smiled at him before kissing him, his lips teasingly light against Harry's. But despite the soft innocence of the kiss, Wyatt's other actions were anything but chaste. Harry was pushed further into the counter until he found himself sitting on it, his back arched over it as Wyatt leaned over him.

This was higher a second ago, the brunette thought in regards to the counter, which suddenly seemed much closer to the ground than it had been when he had been leaning against it just seconds ago. Harry suddenly realized that Wyatt, who was still kissing him in that sweet, innocent way, was positioned between his legs, his hips pressed firmly into his groin, and he moaned.

Wyatt pulled back slightly and, in the same husky voice, he said, "All you had to do was ask." Harry's eyes shot open as he processed the statement, and he stared at the smirking Wyatt in shock. "You-," Harry managed to gasp before Wyatt's hands were under his shirt, pushing it up. Harry did not fight it; after all, who was he to argue?

His shirt was on the floor with his robes and Wyatt was kissing a fiery path down his chest, leaving small red marks and tingling skin in his wake. It seemed impossible to Harry that he was able to support himself, half-seated on the counter as he was, but even as he questioned the uselessness of the thought, Wyatt had reached the waistband of his pants and was looking up at him.

Harry looked back at him, confused. Why had he stopped? And then he realized. Wyatt didn't want to do anything that would make him uncomfortable; he was asking for his permission. Harry thought for only a split second before he gasped, "Please."

Wyatt smiled. A breathtakingly beautiful smile, the likes of which Harry had never seen before. And then the blonde was moving again, leaning up to kiss him even as he tugged at his pants, pulling them and his boxers down past his knees. Harry's face burned, but out of embarrassment or need, he wasn't sure, as Wyatt dropped to his knees once more, but any thoughts he had disappeared when...

Harry moaned. There was no teasing caresses; it was all hot lips and wet tongue and grazing teeth, and Harry felt the countertop melt away from under him, even as he clenched his hands around the edge, until it was only him, Wyatt, and Wyatt's mouth.

In the shock of everything, accompained by the powerful new feelings he was getting, it didn't take long for Harry to come with a hoarse shout, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on the cold floor on his back, with Wyatt next to him, and they were both breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" Wyatt asked, and Harry realized that his eyes were still closed and that he was trembling. "Yes," he was able to whisper. They lay, side-by-side, on the floor for several minutes. The only sound beside their erractic breathing was a clock ticking somewhere above them.

When he could breath normally, Harry opened his eyes, and turned his head to the left. Wyatt still had his eyes closed, but he was breathing normal, a peaceful look on his red face.

Harry opened his mouth, but before he could say what he had meant to, Wyatt said, "Don't worry about me. I'm empathic, remember?" Wyatt leaned up on his elbows and smiled. Harry smiled unsurely back, his face flushing. He had just realized that his pants were still around his ankles, and hastily pulled them up, even as Wyatt grinned at him. "So, better than your dream or-?"

"Wyatt!" yelped Harry, slapping him half-heartedly on the arm. After a moment, Harry rolled over onto the blonde. Harry took a closer look at his face. He was still slightly pink and his lips were swollen, but his eyes were sparkling and he was smiling. "You're beautiful," he breathed, and was delighted when Wyatt turned bright red. Before he could turn away, Harry leaned down and kissed him deeply; he felt completely at peace with the world. Nothing could bother him now.

"Holy shit!"

Except that.

Harry rolled away from Wyatt and found himself staring up at the disbelieving faces of, not only all of the elder Halliwells and Leo, but also his headmaster and Remus Lupin. Harry gaped up at them, completely and utterly aware of how they must look. His shirt and robes were on the other side of the kitchen, and there were small red love bites all over his shoulders and chest. Wyatt was slightly more presentable then he, but his hair was a mess and his lips were still swollen. Still, Wyatt didn't have robes on, and was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight, white tank-top.

"Uh-I-We-," Harry stuttered, turning bright red as six pairs of shocked eyes stared at him and Wyatt; well, to be honest, Dumbledore and Phoebe didn't look shocked. The former looked highly amused and the latter looked both amused and flustered, and Harry wondered briefly if Wyatt wasn't the only one harbouring more than one power. They stared at each other for several tense moments before Dumbledore, looking to Piper, said brightly, "We'll just head back to my office, and let you and Leo handle this." He smiled knowingly at his two students, gave Piper and Leo a meaningful look, and then he, Remus, and Phoebe turned to leave the room, dragging a bemused Paige along with them.

Wyatt looked closely at his parents as four of the eight in the room left. His mother, although she certainly looked surprised, did not appear shocked or angry, and his father, although he looked horrified, only seemed to be upset that he hadn't seen it sooner. At the same time, however, he looked as if he had known about all along, which confused Wyatt to no end. He was tempted to look more deeply until he realized that Harry was still stuttering next to him.

He pushed himself up from the floor and grabbed Harry's hand, hauling the brunette up. Harry stopped making gurgling noises in his throat and settled for staring, red-faced, at the floor. He tried to pull his hand free, but Wyatt's grip on his hand was tight and unrelenting. "Well, I guess we," began Piper, before she changed her mind and asked, "Do you have something to tell us, Wyatt?"

Wyatt glanced between his parents again, trying to determine their exact feelings, but found, to his consternation, that both seemed to be blocking, not only their feelings on the matter, but also their thoughts. He felt himself beginning to turn red, but decided to be strong for Harry's sake. He took a deep breath and said, "Mom, dad."

"Yes?" pushed Piper when he stopped.

"Mom, dad," began Wyatt again, looking at the same time nervous and slightly annoyed, "I'm gay."

For one exruciating second, Piper and Leo stared at the two teens before them without expression, before Piper rolled her eyes and said, "We know, Wyatt." She and his father smiled. "Is there anything else?" She looked pointedly at Harry, who was still staring at the floor. He was trying to figure out a way to explain the marks on his chest.

"You... knew?" said Wyatt, shocked. He now recalled Chris telling him, "Besides, I'm sure that mom knows already. She always says how she only wants you to be happy, and then she looks at you with these big eyes that say, 'tell me and I promise it'll be okay.' You know, for someone who always sees what he needs to, you're blind when it comes to what's right in front of you." Ignoring his feeling of stupidity, he pushed onward. "Okay, then. Mom, dad, this is Harry. My boyfriend." Harry's face turned a darker red, but he managed to look up and even half-smile. He remembered his aunt shrilly telling him that first impressions last, boy!

"It's nice to meet you, Harry," said Piper, smiling kindly, even though she already knew Harry Potter from class. She also knew of him; he was the 'savior' of the wizarding world, the boy that, at the tender age of one, had nearly defeated the Dark Lord that now threatened her life and the lives of countless others. Remembering this, she looked between the him and her son, and realized with a start that they were quite alike in the sense that they both had the weight of the world upon their shoulders. "I'm Piper, and this is my husband, Leo. I don't believe you've formally met."

She held out her hand and Harry shyly shook it. She smiled affectionately. She wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but he did look quite embarrassed to have been caught, and there was the matter of the red bite marks on his chest. She glanced at Wyatt, who had noticed her looking at these marks, and blushed. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hal- Wyatt," Harry said.

"Call me Leo," said Leo warmly. Wyatt just stared at them in shock. Really, a sly voice in his head that sounded like Chris said, did you expect our parents to hate you because of something as silly as this? Wyatt focused on the voice, and realized with a start that it was his brother. GET LOST, he shouted, and was rewarded with Chris screaming at him, Be quiet! Do you want my head to explode? He smiled. "Don't yell at your brother, Wyatt," said Piper, and Wyatt lost his smile and huffed.

"Huh?" said Harry, looking confused. Wyatt looked at him and realized that he had never told Harry about their telepathic connection. "I told you that I'm telepathic, right?" Harry nodded. Piper and Leo exchanged a look, but Wyatt ignored them. "Well, I can communicate telepathically with other people if I want to. I'm linked to my parents, Chris, my aunts, and Paris and Prue." Harry nodded again, and let the matter drop.

"So, what's going on?" Wyatt asked, noticing that his parents had dropped their barriers and were letting their emotions and thoughts show. He shut them out, but managed to understand that they were needed elsewhere. Piper said, "We have a meeting to go to. Why don't you get dressed and meet us outside? We'll take you." She looked sternly at Wyatt and thought to him, Don't think you're getting away so easily, mister. You, your dad, Harry, and I are going to have a nice long talk about what happened here. Wyatt tried not to flush, but was sure he had turned slightly red, even as he thought back, We didn't do anything, and even if we did, I don't see how it's any of your business.

After they had left, Harry pulled his hand free and lunged across the room, grabbing up his t-shirt, which was black and said Enuff Z'Nuff, and pulled it on quickly. Wyatt smiled as he fumbled to get it on. "You can leave your robes behind, if you want," he said. Harry seemed to think about this, but then he threw his robes on, anyway, crossing the room at the same time.. "Your parents don't hate me, do they?" he asked when he reached Wyatt.

"Of course not!" said Wyatt, shocked that Harry had even considered this. "Come on," he said after a moment of uncomfortable silence, jerking his head towards the foyer. Harry took the initiative of grabbing his hand, and they walked through the kitchen, diningroom, and foyer in silence. Leo and Piper were standing silently just across the hall when they stepped out.

"Let's get going. We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago," said Leo, and they began the walk to Dumbledore's office. After a few minutes of silence, Wyatt glanced at Harry, who had pulled his hand away the second they had stepped into the hall, and, with a grin, he sang softly, "Everybody wants to find it, it's just they're all so narrow-minded, they see a hill, they've gotta climb it, maybe pots of gold behind it." Harry glanced at him, grinning. "You know Enuff Z'Nuff songs? I didn't even think they're considered actual rock 'n' roll."

"I admit it," said Wyatt, putting his hand over his heart dramatically, "I do like some songs that are not strictly in the hard rock genre. Worry, worry is your answer, if you like your wrinkles faster." Harry smiled widely. " Nursing old things make them last, the way we did in the past, with everybody telling you, you've got no respect. Get high on a new thing. Get high on a new thing!"

"That's enough, Wyatt," said his mother as they reached the stone gargoyle. Wyatt stuck his tongue out at her back, and she said patiently, "I saw that." Harry started laughing, and Piper rolled her eyes as Wyatt joined in. "Hershey kisses," she said authoritively to the gargoyle, which leapt aside to reveal the revolving staircase, which the small group stepped upon.

As the staircase brought them to the doors, Harry stopped laughing and calmed himself down. Wyatt was still singing New Thing under his breath, but Harry steadily ignored him. Once they had reached the landing, Wyatt had stopped and schooled his features into a carefully blank expression. As Piper reached out to knock on the door, Dumbledore's voice from within boomed, "Come in, Ms. Halliwell." Piper blinked and Harry smiled; the headmaster always seemed to know who was at his door.

Piper reached out and pushed the door open, and immediately, the soft murmer of voices stopped. Harry realized that something was wrong the moment he stepped into the room. Everybody was staring at him, and both Phoebe and Paige had angry looks on their faces. Remus looked a little annoyed, as well, and Dumbledore was not smiling. He looked around the room, his face turning slightly red as he realized that they were staring at Wyatt, as well, and noticed that, besides the usual order members, including Moody, Tonks, Lupin, the Weasleys (Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fred, and George), Kingsley Shacklebolt, Dedalus Diggle, Mundungus Fletcher, and others, there were some new people whom he didn't know. Snape and McGonagall were also there.

"Well, I know I'm gorgeous, but really, it's impolite to stare." Harry glanced at Wyatt and found the blonde to be glaring at each and every person in the room that was still looking at Harry and himself As several order members either looked away blushing or began to mumble under their breath, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Why don't you all have a seat? We were just discussing your, ah, current situation here at Hogwarts, Harry, my boy." He smiled thinly, looking faintly embarrassed himself.

Very quickly, Harry realized that everyone in the room knew. "Oh," he squeaked, his face turning red. Emotions welled in him. Other than being embarrassed, he was angry; angry at Dumbledore for telling, angry at Phoebe, Paige, and Remus for letting him, angry at everyone staring at him and talking behind his back about his life when it was really none of their business what he did with it-

Wait a second.

The room was silent.

Why is everyone frozen?

"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell!" shrieked Piper suddenly, and Harry realized that Wyatt, Piper, and Leo were still moving, as well as Phoebe, who had calmed and now looked amused, and Paige, who had sighed and leaned back in her chair, flicking hair out of her eyes. He twisted around to see that Piper was glaring at her eldest son, who had his hands up, a sheepish look on his face. "Unfreeze them, this instant!" Wyatt lowered his hands, but the others stayed frozen, and he looked at Harry. Are you okay? he mouthed. Harry took a deep breath and nodded. "I can do the same thing to them that I did yesterday to the others, if you want," Wyatt said aloud, ignoring the confused looks he received from his family. Harry considered this, and then he realized something.

Wyatt's parents knew about them; hell, his entire family knew about them, with the possible exceptions of Paris and Prue! Hermione knew, as well Dumbledore and Remus, and it appeared as if they didn't care, that they might accept it, even. And while the others in the room certainly looked upset, he found that their opinions didn't matter much to him. He hadn't wanted them to know, but he couldn't very well depend on Wyatt to erase the memories of everyone who found out just because he was embarrassed, could he? The only people whose opinions mattered now were the Weasleys'. Well, the only people alive whose opinions mattered, at any rate.

"I'll be okay, I think."

Wyatt stared at him closely for a moment longer, and then waved one hand carelessly. Immediately, the whispers began again, and people began to shift in their seats restlessly. Piper and Leo moved into seats that Phoebe and Paige had saved, and Harry and Wyatt fell into a small sofa near the Weasleys. Fred and George both winked at them, and Harry felt himself blush again. There has got to be a limit on the amount of times that a person can blush in one day. This is ridiculous, thought Harry, and as he fought the blush down, he noticed Wyatt smiling at him, and realized that he must be using his telepathy.

"Now that everyone is settled," said Dumbledore in a stern voice, "I think that we can turn back to our original topic of discussion-"

"I think that we should talk about that first," said Moody gruffly, pointing at Harry and Wyatt with one crooked finger. The two were sitting very closely together on the couch, despite the fact that there was enough space for them to sit comfortably apart. Piper immediately said in an angry voice, "I don't think that it's any of your business-"

"Of course it is! Harry's welfare is our number one concern-" cried out Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry's welfare? You make it sound like my nephew is going to hurt him!" growled Phoebe.

"For all we know, he might-" crowed Tonks, although she was smiling at Harry in a suggestive way. When Harry looked at her, she mouthed, I want details. Harry blushed again.

"I assure you that you have nothing to worry about," said Leo, but he was ignored as everyone in the room began voicing their concerns. Harry realized that the few that kept quiet were the ones that looked disgusted, but that the majority of the order members were concerned.

"Wyatt is not a Death Eater!" Paige cried out, at the same time that Mrs. Weasley said, "In all honesty we don't know a single thing about these Americans, Albus. You haven't told us anything-"

Everyone in the room fell silent as Fred stood. He still managed to sound amused as he said seriously, "When the day comes that two young men cannot be in a sexual relationship without having to worry that their friends and family think that one of them is going to kill the other, it is a sad day, indeed!" He sat down, smiling, but his words had the opposite effect than the one he had been aiming for; then again, for all Wyatt knew, he might have wanted to rile the crowd up further. It worked.

"Who said anything about sex?" shrieked both Piper and Mrs. Weasley at the same time. Harry and Wyatt glanced at eachother in embarrassment, remembering certain earlier events that had taken place in a kitchen, and then looked away, both of them blushing deeply.

"I do not want to speak or hear about Potter's sex life," snarled Snape, looking slightly green in the face, and Harry sunk deeper into the couch, his face turning an even darker shade of red. As the adults began to shout furiously amongst themselves once more, Wyatt whispered to Harry, "Do you want me to orb us out of here? I think we can make it if my dad doesn't realize what we're doing." Harry said, "Hurry," and gripped Wyatt's hand tightly, but before Wyatt could even begin to orb, a voice cut through the crowd. "That is quite enough! Mr. Halliwell and Mr. Potter, do stay put!"

The room fell silent at Dumbledore's outburst. "Now," said Dumbledore, his voice calm and smooth once again, "we have argued enough for one day. I believe that you are all concerned about the Halliwells and what they are doing in Hogwarts?" The crowd collectively nodded. "Than we will address this concern first. If anyone is still worried about the relationship between Mr. Halliwell and Mr. Potter, we will address it later, agreed?" He didn't wait for an answer, and continued, "Ms. Halliwell, would you like to speak, or shall I?" Piper motioned for him to take the floor, and Dumbledore began, "Piper, Phoebe, and Paige, as I explained to Rubeus, Severus, and Minerva at the beginning of the year, are three of the most powerful wiccans alive." As the crowd began to mumble, Dumbledore held up his hand and continued, "They are the Charmed Ones."

At once, a huge roar erupted from the gathered order members as everyone began to speak and yell at the same time. Dumbledore tried to get their attention, but they were no longer paying attention to him, and he sighed and popped a lemon drop into his mouth, looking pointedly at Wyatt, who grinned nastily and said, "Cover your ears, Harry." Harry looked at him in confusion, but then disentangled his hand from Wyatt's and slapped both of them over his ears without question.

Wyatt lifted his hands and, after a moment, he thrust them forward. Immediately, a huge crack sounded in the room, and Harry gaped in wonder as several of what appeared to be fireworks took off over the crowd, which fell silent. Almost everyone either winced or slammed their hands over their ears. Dumbledore looked pleasently surprised. "Most excellent work, Mr. Halliwell." Wyatt smiled, and Dumbledore turned to address the crowd once more.

As they argued over the Halliwells, Harry began to feel nervous. Wyatt was not simply a wiccan, he knew. That would surely feed the concerns of the others? Wyatt linked their arms together and smiled at him as he read Harry's feelings. "What's your favorite song, Harry?" he whispered, and Harry looked at him, not noticing that several of the people in the room had turned to look at them.

"Fly High Michelle," he said promptly, forgetting for a moment that he was not alone with Wyatt, and Wyatt grinned. "Not a Rolling Stones' song?" he asked, twirling one of his fingers in the hem of Harry's Enuff Z'Nuff shirt. Harry shook his head. "I'll say another prayer tonight, and I'll see you in the light. You had to give it up, when you were just a little girl. I'll never look into your blue eyes. Fly high Michelle."

"Mr. Halliwell?" Harry blinked and looked around to see he and Wyatt were being stared at, but he found that he felt strangely calm and unconcerned with the attention. He looked suspiciously at Wyatt, who only smiled. "Would you like to share something with us?" continued Dumbledore, smiling serenly. Wyatt shrugged and announced, "Just that I'm a genius." Dumbledore chuckled and turned back to the crowd, beginning the discussion once again.

Harry relaxed against the sofa, trying to ignore the looks that he and Wyatt continued to get. "What did you do to me?" he asked the blonde out of the corner of his mouth. Wyatt smiled and said, "I just calmed you down. You were a nervous wreck." Wyatt leaned closer to him, but even as Harry began to close his eyes in anticipation of the kiss, Wyatt looked past him and scowled, pulling away.

Harry looked at him in confusion, and then glanced over his shoulder to see Mrs. Weasley glaring at Wyatt. He felt his heart sink and looked away. The arguements lasted for a few minutes longer, and then the conversation turned abruptly to wiccan magic After Piper, Phoebe, and Paige explained their powers (and Harry learned that Phoebe was indeed empathic), the crowd turned expectantly to Wyatt.

Wyatt was still scowling, and he kept his mouth shut, even when Dumbledore asked him to explain his powers. Piper tried to get him to talk, but he only glowered, still upset that one of the people Harry considered family was glaring at him. Looking exasperated, Piper picked up a dagger that Paige had orbed in, and hurled it at Wyatt. Wyatt narrowed his eyes, but nothing happened. It continued on it's way, and before anyone could stop it, it was lodged in his stomach. "Wyatt!" cried both Piper and Harry, who had leapt up the second the dagger had hit him.

Wyatt looked up at Harry, who was standing over him and staring down at the dagger in horror, and winced. "Oh shit-! I'm so sorry, Harry, I completely forgot." He stood up and wrenched the dagger out of his gut, and Harry watched as blue lights absorbed the gaping wound. "I'm self-healing. Dont you remember when Ron punched me?" He ignored Mr. Weasley exclamation of shock. Harry was silent and simply stood gaping at the dagger in his left hand, which still shone with Wyatt's blood, having completely forgotten about this power. Wyatt looked at the dagger and then tossed it into the air, flicking his wrist at it. Paige cried out in alarm as it exploded.

Harry still stood, dumbstruck. I did not just see my boyfriend get stabbed and then shrug it off as if he was more concerned about the fact that I had seen it happen than the fact that it actually happened, he told himself. Wyatt smiled almost unsurely at him. "A lot worse has happened to me before, Harry. It was nothing. Just a little scratch." He pulled up his shirt, showing unblemished pale skin where there had previously been a serious wound. "See, all healed," he said, showing everyone in the room as well as Harry. "It's one of the perks of being half-"

Before could explain that it was all part of having whitelighter blood, Harry grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him very close, hissing into his face, "If you ever do something that stupid ever again, I swear to God that I will lock you in Gryffindor tower and make sure that you're never within three miles of a sharp object ever again. Do you understand?" Wyatt's eyes widened. Someone, probably Fred or George, snickered. Piper looked torn; she was glad that Harry was concerned about Wyatt's safety, but also annoyed that he was admonishing her son before she had gotten the chance to.

"Yes, Harry," squeaked Wyatt, utterly shocked and even, althouhg he would never admit it to anyone, a little frightened. The others in the room may not sense it, but Harry was currently oozing power, and along with the fact that he looked extremely pissed, he was quite scary in that moment.

Harry glared at him for a moment longer, and then released his shirt. The uncomfortable silence was broken when somebody in the far corner of the room said, "I guess we don't have to ask who's on top." Wyatt's jaw dropped in horror as his family turned to him, their expressions torn between disbelieving shock and questioning amusement. The chuckling began again. He looked at Harry, but he did not look embarrassed. In fact, he looked pleased. Wyatt sputtered, "I do not- I am not a- I have never-"

"Quiet, Wyatt," said Harry, looking highly amused. "You knew it was only a matter of time before everyone found out." He smiled. "I honestly don't see what you're so embarrassed about. A lot of guys prefer it that way." Someone sputtered, and Harry glanced quickly over his shoulder to see that Leo seemed to be having some type of coughing fit.

Wyatt's eyes narrowed. Oh, so you want to play, do you? He saw Harry's smile falter. In a caring tone, he said meaningfully, "I'm not the one who asked to be tied up, though." Other people began to choke, and Harry heard several others gasp. His jaw dropped. What the hell? I never- "It's okay, Harry," said Wyatt soothingly, reaching out to pat his shoulder. Harry slapped his arm away and Wyatt grinned. "I understand that you have a problem, but I'm willing to work around it if you are."

"Why, I never- You little ba-" began Harry.

"That's quite enough, Harry," Dumbledore interrupted. Harry looked over and found that the bearded headmaster was smiling, clearly not fooled by either of them. "You and Wyatt can leave, now. We can take it from here." He looked at his watch and added, "You can both skip the rest of herbology and get a head start on lunch, if that suits you." Wyatt grabbed Harry's arm and said, "Come along, baby. I have some handcuffs in my room." And before Harry could shout at him, Wyatt had dragged him out of the room, which had exploded with giggles and whispers. Children! They're all children!

"You bastard!" gasped Harry once they had stepped into the hallway. Wyatt let go of his arm and doubled over, laughing. "Oh, you know you deserved it, making it seem like I was the submissive one in this relationship when it is perfectly clear that you yourself are," said Wyatt once he the hysterics had passed and he had caught his breath. "I can't believe you said that in front of my dad."

Harry glared at him, and suddenly, Wyatt was being slammed into the wall directly across from the gargoyle. His head connected with the stone; his vision swam. He swayed, but as soon as he had regained his balance, he began to shout, "Ow! Harry, that-" but was cut off when he found himself being pulled into a hard kiss. "Submissive, my arse," Harry growled against his lips.

The kiss was rough and passionate, and Wyatt ignored the fact that his head ached as he lost himself in it. He came crashing back down to earth, however, when Harry suddenly and without warning plunged the hand that wasn't tangled in his hair into his jeans, wrapping it tightly around his erection. He gasped very loudly. "Harry, what are you do- Oh, fuck!"

"If you don't want to get caught, I suggest you orb, now," Harry mumbled distractedly as he moved his hand roughly over his aching member. Wyatt had screwed his eyes shut, but as soon as the words registered in his mind, he orbed them out of the hallway and into his bedroom in the Room of Requirement. It was dark, but that suited them just perfectly.

"Harry!"


To the loyal readers and reviewers:

Essenity: Welcome back! I'm going to respond chapter-by-chapter. Regarding chapter one, I'm not sure whether or not I should be suspicious or not of what you wrote: nice uh... talking going on between the characters. It was a very vocal chapter, though, I agree, and some things were a little uh. Chapter two was fun to write... the twins are so very melodramatic, are they not?... and diagon alley is, in my opinion, the best place in the Wizarding World after Hogwarts. Chapter three was loads of fun and laughs for me when I wrote it, what with Wyatt chewing out Malfoy, hexing his brother, and meeting Harry for the first time. I like your idea about Wyatt using his powers... it is coming up soon, in the next chapter or the one after that, during a Hogsmeade weekend. And yes, there is going to be a part where Wyatt is high on sugar! I don't think you're evil! Let's see... next chapter. You're right, Wyatt definitely is different on the show, but he's two (right?) now, and the future has changed, so his evil I'm-gonna-kill-you-right-now-but-not-before-I-take-that-nice-piece-of-thing-you-have-right-there persona has, hopefully, changed. Hmm... Wyatt is a bit of a nutcase, though... you see that when he gets angry, or into fights. Wyatt's singing is an important talent of his that's needed (to make the story more cheesy/romantic?), and you'll see why soon!

White Ivy: I'm glad that you liked the shower scene, and I'm not discouraged at all - as long as I know that at least a few people like it, I have a reason to keep on writing! Thank you.

Furies: I'm so happy that you like this story that much! Thank you for your kind comments and for reviewing.

Jack Wilde: Thank you! Wyatt, hot... definitely! He was a brunette when I started writing, but I always pictured Harry being with someone with either red (Ginny) or blonde (Draco) hair, and so I decided that blonde was a better choice for Wyatt (and he's got golden brown hair as a toddler, so...). I wrote that Harry was a brunette under the assumption that brunette meant someone with dark or brown hair, and I do mention him as one quite a lot, don't I? I hate writing names over and over; it becomes monotone, in my opinion. Paige and Snape... it'll happen. I'm working on it. I had a whole scene where Wyatt was attacking Snape and Paige saved him, but I had to cut it. I think I'm going to update it and stick it in a different chapter, though. Wyatt is Leo's last name (I'm 99.9 sure). When you write a fic, let me know where I can find it, because I'd love to read it! I hope that you find the right person, and thank you again!

Lady-of-the-Dragon-Flame: Thank you so much! Don't worry - action is definitely coming in the next few chapters, and you'll see more swords soon! Thank you for saying that this story is well-written and creative. As I wrote above, Snape and Paige will come together, but I may not go into there relationship in great detail... it does seem like a hard couple to put together, now that I think about it, but I'm not giving up on them! Thank you again!

StarWest45: I'm glad you liked it and that you think the couple is working! Thank you!

Therio: Thank you! I hope that you like the new chapters as much as the others!

Ladida: You're back! Yay! Thank you so much! His reaction was great, wasn't it? I tried to make it as he's-mine-and-I'll-flay-you-within-an-inch-of-your-life-if-I-catch-you-so-much-as-looking-at-him-in-a-negative-way as possible! I'm glad you liked the shower scene, and I can understand your predicament... my dad would have a coronary if he saw this story on my computer - good thing it's password-protected! Thank you for reviewing and for being such a great fan. I hope to see you at the next update, and I'm terribly sorry that I made you wait so long for this chapter!

Hazza123: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Now, that's four thank you's for three kind comments and one piece of great advice!

Charmedsisters: It's nice to see you again! Thank you! I love HP/Charmed crossovers, too, but I haven't found many really good ones, unfortunately, and I really only like ones with Wyatt in them. Thanks again and I hope the rest of the story is as enjoyable as the beginning!

TheGnrJunkie: Thank you, and don't worry about not being able to point out my mistakes. I'm glad you like my story. About the R-rating... maybe it wasn't exactly R material, but I wanted to be careful. Also, I am a girl, and you're partially-right about my knowledge of, ah, certain things, but we'll see what happens when I get to that part of the story. Thanks again, and come back, because the action is on its way, along with more music. Speaking of music, I love in-a-gadda-da-vido, and you have my eternal gratitude for writing it out like you did. I always pronounce it in-da-gadda-da-vida, but I have a feeling that you're right. Did you know that on an episode of Rugrats Angelica actually says in-a-gadda-da-vido while trying to do a magic trick? Maybe not... I was only watching it because I was home sick and there was nothing else on, I swear! Anyway, thanks again! Also, I enjoyed the beginning of Harry Potter and the Legend of the Dragonriders, and I urge you to get the next chapter up soon! Then again, who am I to complain? Sorry again!

Prophet-Song: Thank you for reviewing, and I'm glad that you enjoyed the story so much.

Jack Wilde: You reviewed twice, so I replied twice. Here's the update, and thank you so much! I'm flattered, and I will try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible. It probably won't take long; I have this nasty habit of not studying at all and since it's exam week (meaning I have school for less than four hours a day, except for my free days - Tuesday and Thursday), I have a lot of free time.

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