VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: Guys, I am so sorry that I haven't updated since June 8. My mom was admitted into a hospice the next day, and she passed away on June 12. I didn't want to write much after that. Then our computer broke, but we didn't lose anything.

A/N (2): There will be no updates for the next eight days, because my dad and stepmom are taking my brother and me to Florida.

Chapter 3

"It is physically impossible for you to vanquish a witch," Prue said.

"Well then," Piper said. "Please tell me where I sent my daughter!"

"Drink this mom," Wyatt said, handing her a glass of water.

Piper nodded and took a sip. "I can't believe I vanquished my own daughter."

"Aunt Piper, you didn't vanquish her," Tori said.

The doorbell rang. Leo went to answer it and returned with Keith.

"What's going on?" Keith asked.

"We have a slight supernatural problem," Blake said.

"How slight?" Keith questioned.

"We may or may not have vanquished Melinda," Paige said slowly.

"Well," Keith said. "Which one is it?"

"How many times do I have to tell you people?" Prue exclaimed. Everyone looked at her. "It is physically impossible! Piper and Wyatt, it's like how your freezing power won't work on other witches. Now, we're going to consult the book, and find a way to fix this."

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"Just calm down Melinda," Melinda muttered to herself. "Think. What is the last thing you remember?"

That's when Melinda realized. "Now I've got it. This is Heaven and Hell all rolled into one. I'm dead."

The door to her room opened and in walked a person who was vaguely familiar.

"You're up!" he exclaimed. He looked like a doctor.

"Who are you?" Melinda asked.

The man looked at her. "Dr. Bradley. I'm your family doctor. You must have received some head trauma when that witch sent you flying into that wall."

"Dr. Bradley?" Melinda exclaimed. "You were the one that treated me last year when I got hit by a car! And how do you know about witches?"

The door opened once more and in walked Phoebe.

"How's she doing doctor?" Phoebe asked.

"She seems to have forgotten who she is," Dr. Bradley stated.

"I haven't forgotten who I am!" Melinda protested. "My name is Melinda Prudence Halliwell. I'm fifteen years old. I'm the daughter of Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt. My mom is a Charmed One. We are good witches and protectors of the innocent!"

"Should I go tell the Source that she'll be out for a while?" Doctor Bradley asked.

"Please," Phoebe said.

"The Source?" Melinda questioned. "Let me at him! I'll kill him!"

Dr. Bradley left and Phoebe turned to Melinda. "Sweetheart, that's you old life. You seem to have forgotten you new life."

"And what's in my new life?" Melinda asked coldly.

Phoebe smiled. "You're the Source's personal bounty hunter."

"What?" Melinda exclaimed. "I will be the Source's personally bounty hunter the day chickens have lips!"

"Sweetheart, you've been through a tough time," Phoebe said. "That was a tough battle you fought today."

Melinda didn't know what was going on yet, but she decided to play along. "Oh my gosh! What was I thinking! I live to serve the Source!"

Phoebe smiled. "That's my girl."

Dr. Bradley returned. "The Source demands to see her."

"I'm for it," Melinda said, standing up and exiting the room.

Phoebe led her down stairs and into the basement of the manor. Torches dimly lighted the basement. Several bodyguards stood around a tall throne.

Phoebe instantly dropped to her knee. "My liege."

Melinda looked around, puzzled, and then followed Phoebe's example.

"You may rise," a voice said.

When Melinda heard the voice, she felt like she had been punched hard in the stomach. She knew that voice. She knew it all too well. It was the same voice she had heard growing up. It was the same voice that had comforted her when she fell off her bike. It was the same voice that said goodbye as Melinda boarded the school bus for the first time.

And it was the voice that had taught her witchcraft.

Confirming her suspicions, Melinda stood up. She didn't want to believe it, but there it was. Sitting on that throne was the last person Melinda had ever excpected- or wanted- to hear.

And that voice belonged to her Aunt Paige.