A/n: I've asked people their opinions but I haven't really gotten an answer so please, if you don't agree with my on this story then please tell me in a civilized manner, don't yell and call names! Also this chapter, I'm messing with the past a little, you'll see. Well, here's the next chapter, hope you like it, PLEASE REVIEW!

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"Prue, can't be alive, Leo, we saw her get killed. Shax killed her. You couldn't bring her back." Phoebe said. Her eyes were round and almost completely out of her head.

"If Prue is still alive, then how do I have my powers?" Paige asked. She knew every well that she'd really only had her charmed powers because Prue had died. Piper didn't say anything. She just stared at Leo. They seemed to be communicating through their eyes.

"It's Prudence Melinda," Piper finally stated in a voice barely above a whisper, "my baby girl." Both Paige and Phoebe gasped in shock. They hadn't forgot the baby girl but they had pushed it to the back of their mind. If they could have forgotten, they would have because it was such a horrible time in their life.

Paige and Phoebe fired question after question. Where? How? Who took her? Those sorts of questions. Piper however, reminded calm. She knew her husband and she knew that he would tell them.

"The Elders took her." Piper said. Both sisters gasped in shock. Piper, however, remained eerily calm. Her features did not seem to contain any emotion what so ever.

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*About one year ago*

Piper woke up in a very good mood. She realized it was the first in four months that her precious little Prue had slept through the night. She crept out of bed in the early morning light and into the closet they'd turned into a nursery. As she drew closer to the bed, her heart fell to her feet. The blanket was gone. The baby was gone. Her heart raced. She ran to the crib. She ran back into her room.

"Leo." She said loudly. She shook him and said his name even louder.

"Piper," Leo replied sleepily, "what's wrong sweetie." He sat up and looked at her.

"She's gone, our baby's gone." She said. They searched the house. Leo tried to sense her but he couldn't. They scryed for her but nothing came up. For the next month, Piper hunted demons day and night. Soon, the Elders told Leo that she was dead and Piper stopped trying. They found out two weeks later that she was pregnant with Wyatt and their first born had been forgotten.

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It was the afternoon and Adalaide was all alone at her house. Her sister was at her boyfriend's house and her parents were mostly likely at work. The laptop screen glowed a white color and The Ataris filled her room with song. Many of the lyrics written on her wall where theirs. Adalaide had her arm stretched across the desk and her head was resting against it. She was asleep in front of her computer like she'd done many times.

Her dreams took her to a park. She'd been there every night for a week. It was always at night. There was always a boy there. Some times he was on the swing, sometimes he was just standing there, but he was always there. He was always alone. Every time she would try to get close to him to hear what he was saying or to even talk to him, he'd get up and leave, this time she was determined.

Tonight he was sitting on the swing with his arm wound around the chain. She walked gently with the moist grass underneath her feet surrendering to her footsteps. She sucked in the warm night air.

"Hi!" She said loudly behind the boy and he turned. His green eyes piercing Adalaide with pain.

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Harry jumped when this girl had spoken. Her accent told him that she was from America. Her face told him she was intrigued. He narrowed his eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked. She seemed startled at his reply.

"I should ask you the same." She replied coyly. Harry got off his swing and faced this girl. He placed his hand in his pocket and wrapped it firmly around his wand. She stepped back in fear. "Okay then. Maybe I'll just be going." She turned to leave but Harry didn't want her too.

"Wait." He called out. "You really don't know who I am?" He asked.

Adalaide laughed. "Who do you think you are God? No, I don't know who you are." Harry smiled in relief. It was the first smile he had given all summer, yet it still felt forced. She's a muggle, he thought to himself.

"I'm Harry." He offered a hand.

"It's nice to meet you Harry, I'm Adalaide." She took his hand and held it for a fraction of a second. In that time, something sparked between them. Something Adalaide had never experienced before.

"Are you from around here?" Harry asked.

"Um…where is here?" Adalaide asked, with a slight chuckle. She sensed movement under a street lamp across the street but she couldn't see what it was.

"Surrey." Harry replied. She frowned.

"Where?" Adalaide asked again.

"England." Harry explained. The girl's eyebrows rose sky high.

"Then, I'm really not from around here." She said. "I'm from San Francisco." She noticed a black figure approaching in the grass. It was the black dog that had been following her.

"What are you doing here then?" Harry asked. He noticed she was looking past him.

"I don't know." She said, her voice was detached. Harry turned to see what she was looking at. He saw the black dog for a moment.

"Sirius?" He muttered.

"Do you know that dog?" Adalaide asked and tore her eyes from it. Harry turned to look at her.

"It's my neighbor's." He lied. He turned back but it was gone. Maybe it was Sirius. It couldn't be Sirius. He needed to stop thinking that. At least he had the peace of mind that he wasn't hallucinating. "It's pretty late. You should probably get going home, it's not safe for you to be out here alone. I'll walk you home."

"No," Adalaide said loudly and quickly, "um…I'll be fine by myself. You shouldn't be out here by yourself either. There are some crazy people out there. Maybe I should walk you home."

"I can defend myself." Harry stated. "I insist that I walk you home." He smiled again but this one didn't feel as forced. Adalaide's heart melted slightly. She'd always had a soft spot for British accents. She nodded.

"Well, where do you live?" She asked quickly. "I mean I don't want you to go too far out of your way." Harry pointed to where he lived. Adalaide led him to a house on the street behind Harry's. "I guess this is good night." She said. Part of her didn't want to leave.

"I guess so." Harry replied. There was an awkward silence. He seemed to be waiting for her to go in the house.

"You can go now, I'm safe and sound at home." Adalaide said. He nodded. Slowly, with his head turning back to her every other second. She stood there was watched him go. He turned the corner and couldn't see her anymore. When he peeked back, she was gone. He continued on the connecting street and onto his own.

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Adalaide startled awake. She was confused about where she was for a moment until she remembered she was at home and her cell phone was ringing. "Hello?" She said answering it.

"Where are you?" Kristin asked impatiently. Adalaide slapped her forehead.

"Oh my gosh, Klewlis I'm so sorry. I fell asleep! I'll be there in two seconds I promise." Adalaide said apologetically. She hung up and grabbed her practice bag. Why didn't she set her alarm? She had promised to meet Kristin at the school to go over the dance with her because Kristin had missed the day before. She ran out the door and down the street.