Hi guys, here is the next chapter. I hope you like Prue, she will play an important role in this story.

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Chapter 21

"There you are!" Prue found her cousin between tons of books. She carried one herself. "I

thought we'd meet again in an hour."

Chris looked up. "Sorry. I was searching for something."

"I see that."

Chris stretched and leant back in his chair. "What did you find?"

"Well, this is the best book of all of them. This Gideon started magic school. It is meant to not only teach the children magic but also to protect them against evil and to protect them from turning evil. Quiet ironic, thinking that he was the one turning Wyatt. It also says that he was a great headmaster, a mentor to a lot of new whitelighters and a really intelligent and powerful Elder who put the greater good over everything."

Chris sighed. "Does it say anything bad about him?"

"Well, indeed. He manipulated the rules in magic school and killed his assistant, Sigmund. The Elders also despised his methods and obsession. What stopped them from sending his soul back to earth for recycling?" she wondered aloud.

"Does it say nothing at all about him killing me?"

"No. Nothing about you or Wyatt. Just that he was killed by another Elder."

"Dad."

"Uncle Leo? He killed him?" Prue said doubtfully.

"Does it say that he had a special weapon or power to kill someone?"

Prue shook her head. "Well, he had every power Elders usually have. But nothing about a weapon."

Chris took the book from her and started to flip through it. There were things about magic school and his teachers and a blueprint of it. The library and cafeteria was described as well as other rooms and the different courses. Chris stopped at one page. "What is that?" He pointed on a picture of a dark room with a bright spot in the middle.

"This is a room. On the platform you can conjure holograms."

"Holograms of what?"

Prue shrugged. "I think of anything you want."

Chris stared at the page and suddenly an exact copy lay on the table.

The young girl sat down and waited for her cousin to copy everything he was interested in. She touched the picture of the ex-headmaster of magic school and was sucked in a premonition.

Leo sat at his desk and stared at something in his hand. It was an athame. He turned it around between his fingers.

Prue felt herself leaving the premonition. "Do you think it could have been an athame?" she

asked.

Chris closed the books that were spread around him and orbed them back to the shelves. "Yes of course. It could have been anything. Why?"

"I just saw Uncle Leo in his office. He had an athame in his hand and looked rather sad."

Chris nodded. "Yes, sure. What ever killed me they would never keep it in the Manor. It would have made mom sad every time she'd see it. But dad couldn't throw it away. He wanted to remember again. You are a genius. We need to get it."

"We could wait for Uncle Leo to leave his office and look for it."

"No. He protects his office. No one can get into. So they prevent students to see their school reports and files."

Prue sighed. "Sure. I should have known. Okay, so we need to get him out of the office for long enough to search for the athame. And we need him to leave in a hurry so he won't be able to activate the protection."

"Right."

"Or we try something else. Can't you just orb it to you?"

"I don't know. Maybe when we get close to his office and I know what it looks like."

Prue nodded. She put a piece of paper in front of him. "Draw! I tell you how."

The two cousins stood in front of the headmaster's office. Chris checked the drawing again. He flicked his fingers and Prue turned into the librarian. She knocked on the door while Chris hid.

"Leo, Isaac asked me to get you."

Leo nodded and approached her. "What is it?"

"I don't know. You'd better check. He sounded pretty upset. You should hurry."

Leo sighed. He had enough to work on without some Elder asking for his attention, too. He told the librarian thanks and walked off.

Prue turned back into her own body and they went inside.

"Athame!" Chris called out. A knife appeared in his outstretched hand and he compared it to the one he had drawn.

"That's it. Come on." Prue pulled at his hand.

Chris couldn't tear his eyes away from the weapon. This had been the thing that had killed him. He could also see some blood on it, too. His blood from 17 years ago. Chris gulped. But nodded. It never happened. Pull yourself together.

Prue grabbed the athame from Chris once they stood in the attic. "Let me handle this," she said. "I will examine this. I'm sure it is poisoned with something or maybe a spell was spoken. Otherwise Uncle Leo would have healed you."

"Thanks, Prue. But you don't have to do that."

"But I want to. It's the least I can do, after you saved us all. Moreover, I guess it is creepy to deal with the thing that killed you."

Chris first wanted to deny it, but Prue was right. Suddenly another thought hit him. If he died at 22 before, was he then destined to die again at the same age? That would leave him only 5 more years. That was definitely not enough time.

"Okay, I'll come by again tomorrow. My mom is already asking for me. I try to make her tell me how exactly to examine things."

"You can't tell her that you know."

"I won't tell anybody. I'll see you tomorrow."

Chris went over to the podium and flipped through the Book of Shadows. It was so like the Elders to not write down that Gideon had killed him and almost turned Wyatt. And even worse, this guy got another chance to live. If they had sent him back to earth once he was dead, he would now be Chris' age. Do you count it like this? Stupid Elders. And now they even wanted to erase his memories. Best was, if they didn't know that he could remember anything else. How did they learn anyway?

At least, his mom had written down more about Gideon. Also, the bad parts. Although, you could only see this page for a few days now Chris hoped that Wyatt wouldn't notice the entry. If he did he would probably wonder why an older version of his little brother had died in the past.

Chris closed the book. At least, Peter seemed to be no demon. He wasn't in the book. The brunette left the attic and found his brother in his room checking himself out in the mirror.

"I'm going out for dinner," Wyatt stated the obvious. "I'll be back not too late, though. I brought you something from the restaurant. It's in the fridge."

Wyatt turned around and took a close look at his brother. "Are you alright? Where have you been the whole day anyway?"

"School."

Wyatt raised an eyebrow.

"Really. I was stuck in the library."

Wyatt nodded. "Sure. I decided to check on the task you have been doing so far. It's marked red. What's wrong? Sorry to tell you, but you will be busy tonight."

Chris sighed. He already knew that he had to do his school stuff tonight. With he SAT's coming closer even he couldn't pretend that he didn't care.

Chris raised the papers surrounding him slowly into the air with his telekinesis and then made them stop. He had found out that his new power was indeed just a way of using his already existing power. But it still was fun to use something new.

Leo folded his arms. "Chris."

The flying papers fell back on the table. "Dad."

"Have you been in magic school today?"

"You know I hate school. Do you really think I go there voluntary?"

Leo sat down at the table and pushed some of the things aside that rested there. Only Chris managed to turn a room in a mess within seconds.

"The librarian told me a girl, that looked a lot like one of the former Charmed Ones came to her to find books on the history of magic school and Gideon. She also observed some books orbing out of the shelves from the boy that had been with her. Moreover, I was called out of my office this afternoon because said librarian called me to help an Elder named Isaac. Isaac had no problem."

"Is this a freaking interrogation or what? Yes, me and Prue had been to magic school today. Is that a crime?"

"No, of course not," Leo said calmly. "But why did you call me out of my office?"

"I didn't."

Leo narrowed his eyes. "But Prue did. And you helped her. What did you guys do? Reading other pupils reports?"

"No." Chris pretended to be busy with some homework.

"If you need anything or have a question, you can always ask me. But don't sneak into my office."

"I didn't," Chris repeated and tried to sound offended.

"What did you want to know about magic school? I could have told you more than what stands in those books."

"I found what I needed to know."

"And Gideon?"

"I wanted to look into the eyes of my killer."

Leo flinched.

"Sorry," Chris replied. "Really it is nothing. Don't worry."

"The Elders know that you remember again. They are worried."

"They want to erase my memory. I know. Someone told me." Chris looked into his father's eyes and for a second he almost thought, he could talk to him like he would to his brother just because they had the same eyes. "You've got to cover me."

Leo narrowed his eyes.

Chris lowered his voice. He knew it was pretty unlikely that they were watched but you couldn't be too careful. "I don't remember anything. It's just dreams. Nightmares."

"They only want to help. They are worried that you'll confuse the time-lines. That you'll go against Wyatt."

"I will never. I didn't even go against the Evil Wyatt until I had no other choice. He is my brother. Our bond is strong. You wouldn't believe what we can get through together."

Leo stared at his son. He didn't know what this meant.

"I need those memories, Dad. I already know that it is hard to live with them but we need it. Do you know why Wyatt knew that he had to use Excalibur to free me? I told him. Not too long ago. Everything I remember has something to do with the things that happened to me in this time. We will need it one day. I just know. They put us all in danger if they don't leave me my memories. But they won't believe me or you that I can handle it even if I could. So, we are not telling them I remember anything. Trust me. I know a lot."

Leo smiled. "Okay. But if I see that you are suffering, I will help you. No matter how."

Chris nodded. "You won't have to. I'm working on it. And Prue is helping me."

"Good. But if you two need the help of an adult, you ask. Don't keep secrets." Leo took Chris' used plate into the kitchen with him.

The brunette teenager pushed his written papers aside. He was a loser with math.

"Dad, do you know anything about algebra?"

Wyatt jumped when someone behind him turned on the light. "Chris? What are you still doing up?"

"I am parched. Didn't you want to be home early? You missed all of the action."

"What do you mean?"

"Dad and me had a great fight because he tried to explain algebra to me and I had this feeling that I knew better what to do than him and I'm a number-loser."

"Why did you ask dad for help in math? He is the one to ask about History and English and stuff. I said I'd help you."

"Yes, Wyatt. But yesterday I was iced, today you were on a date. When exactly do you think you can actually sit down with me?"

"You make it sound like this will always happen. Tomorrow. I have time tomorrow."

"Good. But I have school tomorrow and I need to meet with Prue."

"Meet with Prue after 6 as I need to go to a late course then and come to the restaurant after school."

Chris would rather see Prue sooner than later, but he agreed anyway.

"I have to ask you something else. About Peter," Chris said.

"Shouldn't we talk tomorrow? It's late. You have school."

"Wyatt, maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm no kid anymore."

"You will always be my kid brother, though. But I have this feeling like you couldn't wait until tomorrow anyway."

"Are you sure that Peter is no demon? Or anything else, magical."

Wyatt sighed. "Why are you asking?"

"He just seemed so strange. And you have a bad feeling about him, don't you?"

The older brother shook his head. "I know he is strange. But I don't have a bad feeling about him. I said I don't like him. He pulled a few stunts in college you don't want to know about."

"Like what?"

Wyatt avoided his brother. "You know, nothing. Just usual stuff."

"Like what?" Chris repeated.

"Like having sex with a professor to get better marks."

"Oh, Wyatt, I don't care about your college gossip. I'm in high school, I hear enough of that already. I'm only interested in the magical stuff."

"There is no magical stuff around Peter. Trust me. He is just a jerk. Don't worry about him. Unless, he is stalking you or anything."

Chris grinned. "Yes, he is my own personal fan. Well, if you are sure. But you should keep an eye on him. Just in case. I'd hate to say, I told you so."

Wyatt cocked his head. "I know how much you hate it to be right."

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