Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters you recognize. I don't own Charmed. That's the WB's. I own my two characters (obviously.) In other words, I don't own anything that you recognize as someone else's.

The weeks passed. Harry wrote to Ron and Hermione to let them know what happened. Jen caught up on all her work in plenty of time. "Don't worry about Divination," said Cadance to her one day. "Eventually, you'll get the power of premonition." (A/N: For all of you who don't know what premonition is, it is the power to see the future.)

Sure enough, a few days later, Jen mastered her second power. A week before the start of the term, the teachers started to arrive. All were surprised to see Jen, as they thought that the ministry would never find her (better three years late that never). They were also glad that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wasn't possessed, fake, a werewolf, or locked in the trunk even though they all remembered her as the mischief- maker from when she was in school.

The night before the start of the term, Jen got her first big surprise. "Jen!" screamed Cadance as she shook Jen awake. "Wake up! Wake up!"

"Wassamatta?" asked Jen sleepily.

"There's a demon in the lower dungeons," she said dragging Jen out of bed. She had a big book under her arm.

"A demon?" asked Jen.

"Probably here to kill us," said Cadance.

"How comforting," said Jen. "What's the book for?"

"This," began Cadance, "is going to be your new best friend." They were walking down to the Common Room now. She led her to the couch and put the book on the coffee table. "This is The Book of Light. It is a book started by our family. It has various demons and warlocks and spells. Most demons want to steal it and use it for evil purposes." She flipped through the pages until she came to the particular demon that was in the dungeons.

"Here he is: Maraba. Oh, he can burn holes through things with his eyes. Better watch out for that. Here's a spell." She grabbed a quill and parchment from her robe pockets and wrote down the spell. "C'mon," she said. She led her to the dungeons and found the demon (quite easily as they aren't that bright). "Say this spell with me," said Cadance. The recited the spell and then watched the demon burst into flames.

"This wouldn't happen to be a typical day for you, would it?" asked Jen.

"Sometimes," said Cadance. She said goodnight and went to bed. Jen went to bed and slept soundly until it was time for her to go down to breakfast. She got dressed and hurried to the Great Hall.

"Are you ready to go," asked Cadance. "We leave after breakfast."

"Where are we going?" asked Jen. "To vanquish another demon?"

"Hey!" said Cadance defensively. "I happen to think that vanquishing demons is fun. And we're going to Kings Cross Station."

"Let me get this straight," said Professor McGonagall, who (along with all the other teachers) had been listening. "You're going to leave... to go to the train station... to board the train that brings you back."

"Yes," said Cadance. The teachers just shrugged. What should they expect? She was related to Dumbledore after all. They used Floo Powder to travel to Kings Cross.

Since Cadance and Jen got there so early, they sat on a bench after boarding the platform. "So," started Jen, "what happened last night, that's going to happen a lot, isn't it?"

"Sorry," said Cadance. "That's life."

"Do you want to explain this whole demon/Book relationship again?" asked Jen.

Okay," she said. She held out her hands and said "Book." The Book of Light appeared in her hands.

"Telekinesis?" asked Jen.

Cadance shook her head. "Materializing."

She opened the book. "You're a sorceress," said Cadance. "A witch or wizard with special powers, powers that are accessed without a wand, are sorcerers or sorceresses. I'm a sorceress. Uncle Albus is a sorcerer."

"He is?" asked Jen.

"Oh, sure," said Cadance. "It's his side of the family that we get our powers from. He doesn't use his powers that often. Of course, if I could do half the stuff with a wand that he could... Never mind. Where were we?"

"What happened that night?" asked Jen. "I mean, I know what happened but I don't know how or why."

"Well," began Cadance. "I guess it all starts when our parents died. They were Aurors. Voldemort killed them both while they were on assignment. Uncle Albus had to work out some things before we could go live at Hogwarts with him. He was... He is our only living relative. We were staying with our neighbor, Sirius Black. I wasnine and you were..." she thought for a minute. "Four months old. One night, I had a funny feeling, like the one I had at dinner a few nights ago. I, of course, told Sirius. He rushed next door. When he came back, he confirmed what we both knew: The Potters were dead. Well. not all of them. Harry survived. Voldemort was destroyed, or so everyone thought. Now he's back. We have one hell of a battle ahead of us."

"Well, anyway," Cadance began again, "Sirius wanted to seek revenge against Peter Pettigrew; he was the one betrayed the Potters in the first place. So went to get it. He blew Pettigrew up and he got sent to Azkaban, the wizard's prison. Everyone thought that Sirius had betrayed the Potters, but he didn't. He escaped from Azkaban a few years ago. Well, our parents had five good friends: Lily Potter, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. We couldn't stay with Lily or James; they were dead. Sirius was in jail, Pettigrew was not only dead but a two-faced son- of-a-gun, and Remus Lupin has a slight problem."

"What?" asked Jen.

"He's a werewolf," said Cadance.

"Oh," said Jen.

"Well, I stayed at Hogwarts for two years before I actually attended Hogwarts. I also got sorted two years early. I was in Gryffindor like you are now. You were sent to a muggle orphanage. The person who was supposed to keep track of you was a blundering idiot. He, obviously didn't do a very good job," said Cadance.

"What happened to him?" asked Jen.

"He became Minister of Magic, and he still doesn't believe that Voldemort is back," said Cadance.

"The Wizarding World is screwed," said Jen.

A/N: Sorry to all you people who like Cornelius Fudge (I'm not sure that there are any). I hate him with passion so I had to put that in there. You understand.