A/N: Hey there, am doing a darker story of harry potter and charmed, I wouldn't mind a beta reader for this story. If you notice any mistakes, let me know and I will sort them.

Chapter One

It was the beginning of the summer holidays and sixteen-year-old Harry Potter had arrived at the Dursley's the day before. Today was the first day back and he was already miserable being stuck in his room apart from doing chores, he wasn't aloud out, except to use the bathroom. Today he was meant to do the back garden and he decided he would take his time so he would stay outside in the fresh air as he ate his small bowl of lumpy porridge.

Getting started in the back garden, he began with weeding and took his time as his Uncle left for work, his cousin Dudley was watching tv and he completely ignored him, which was fine by him as he couldn't e bothered with him anyway.

All morning, he spent in the back garden and decided it was a time for a break. Putting down the gardening tools, he stood up and stretched his back and headed in doors.

His relatives were in the living room watching tv, he heard them as he wandered past and upstairs to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water as sweat was pouring off his head from the hot sun.

Wandering into his room, he noticed something odd on his bed, a book that had not been there before. Pulling out his wand from his pocket, he aimed at it thinking a 'portkey' and was rather surprised it didn't do anything when he touched it with his wand. Sitting down next to it, he touched it with his hands when a weird flash of himself in Slytherin robes talking to Draco Malfoy at Hogwarts. Dropping the book the image in his mind disappeared, but curiosity got the better of him, and he picked it up again.

Opening the book resting on his knees, the middle of the page seemed to get darker and darker and the whole book turned into black fog which swirled. About to grab his wand, the fog moved up near his face and filled his nose, eyes and mouth till it all vanished into his face.

Gasping for breath he felt, weird, cold and angry before. everything went blank, he fell awkwardly on his bed out cold.

Not sure how long he had been lying there, he opened one eye and then the other and found his glasses on squint. Putting them right, he remembered what happened and looked about his bed for the book, but it wasn't there. Picking up his wand, he looked at the time and saw he had been out cold for hours as it was now the evening after 6pm. Going over to his wardrobe mirror, he opened it and looked at himself and saw he looked rather pale and sweaty, but apart from that he was his usual self. 'Nothing had changed' he thought worriedly taking another look at his face. Heading out of is room, he went down stairs and as he did so a flash of 'him shaking Draco Malfoy's hand on the stairs and getting sorted into Slytherin house' 'that didn't happen' he thought as the flash disappeared.

Going into the kitchen, he went to the fridge and took some food as he was rather hungry missing dinner. His relatives were still watching Tv. As he picked up the knife another flash 'of him stabbing his Aunt as they sat eating dinner and he was laughing as his Uncle and Cousin were screaming as his Aunt fell face first into her plate with blood all over the place'. He made himself toast ignoring them in the living room 'wondering why he thought of stabbing his Aunt no wonder they treat me like crap' he thought and put the flash aside.

After eating, he reluctantly went into the living room and his Uncle looked up with a sneer, "I see you have been neglecting your chores"

Harry merely shrugged his shoulders and stood in the door as another flash 'of him grabbing his Uncle by the throat and choking him until he wasn't breathing and his Aunt and cousin screaming with horror' "Oh" he gasped, as he felt like doing it. Shivering slightly, the flash disappeared and he wondered 'where these murderous thoughts were coming from and thought of the book that must be it that fog must be doing something' but couldn't figure out what'

Just ignoring them, Harry turned and ran from the room, back to his room just incase he decided to act on these flashes as he 'did not want to get sent to prison for murder' he thought worriedly, slamming his door with a bang.

Going over to his bed, he sat down feeling rather restless, angry and dark thoughts swirling round his mind. He was rather worried 'it was Voldemort messing with his mind but he felt that it wasn't him and decided it was that book that had turned to fog as thats where the first flash of him in Slytherin robes talking to Draco Malfoy'

He was just about to stand up when he heard someone banging on the front door loudly, it sounded urgent, hearing his Uncle shouting "OLD CRACKPOT GET OFF MY PROPERTY" Harry stood up and hurried out the room. Going down stairs, he saw Dumbledore standing in the hall way with wand raised and rather angry looking with Snape standing behind him. "HARRY" his Uncle yelled.

"What's going on Sir?" Harry asked confused.

"See he is fine" Vernon said as Dumbledore spotted him, "Harry" he said looking surprised.

"The Ministry of magic informed us that your tracker has disappeared"

"Oh, am fine nothing wrong with me" Harry lied, thinking 'about the book and weird visions and deciding not to tell them'

"Get your stuff together I have decided you will be staying at Hogwarts for the rest of the summer, it's not right your tracker disappearing"

"Yes sir" Harry replied, rather excited not having to stay here and was feeling out of sorts at his unexpected trip. The plus side he hadn't even un packed so he was quick at getting his heavy trunk and bag pack together.

Bringing them down stairs, Dumbledore said "take my hand" as Snape closed the door so people wouldn't see and taking his hand Harry felt a tug and really weird sick feeling of being pulled in all directions.

About to e sick the horrible feeling suddenly stopped and he found himself outside Hogwarts castle, "I have just Apparated" he gasped feeling rather un well.

"You did not bad, most people vomit the first time" said Dumbledore heading in the double doors. "I will be in my office" he said leaving him to head to his common room. He was thinking about 'the Common room' when a really weird sensation ran through his entire body and blinking his eyes once, he opened them to find himself standing in the middle of the empty room. Wow he gasped. 'That wasn't Apparation' he thought relieved no one saw him.