Disclaimer: As much as I wish to own these characters, I do not. This isn't meant to break any copyrights set upon it, it is only a fanfict.
Authors note: sorry I haven't put this up sooner, I've been very busy recently. Also very sorry for any mistakes I have made and not spotted. I'm having to do this all left handed!
The two girls rushed forwards to hug their mother, causing a small breeze in the attic. The small breeze
mischievously ran around the room, hoping to affect something. Upon seeing the candles, it ran
quickly over them, causing them to extinguish.
Their mother disappeared, leaving behind two very disappointed girls.
'Mom?' teenage Piper called out.
Grams walked over to the two younger girls and sat them down on the worn sofa.
'I'm taking it you've come back to do something very important.' Grams asked. The charmed ones
nodded.
'Phoebe had a premonition. She saw Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paige being killed by a Warlock.' Piper
explained.
Upon hearing their names, the teenage Piper and 11 year old Phoebe drew a deep breath, shocked at the
news.
'Err… where's Prue?' Paige asked, looking at the two younger girls. 'Unless one of you two are
Prue?' she added, getting very confused.
The two girls, at hearing this became very indignant.
'Huh! I'm Piper and she's Phoebe. Prue's out with Andy.' At mentioning Andy's name, the two girls
burst into a fit of giggles.
'Enough' Grams told them firmly. 'Now dears…' Gram's sentence was cut short as a warlock Blinked
into the attic. Reacting on instinct, Grams telekinetically flung the Warlock across the room into the
wall. Piper put her hands up to blow him up. Flowers floated down around him.
'Oh no. Bad baby, bad baby' Piper cried in despair, then dived to the side as a fireball came towards
her.
The younger counter-parts froze in horror as the battle unfolded. Another fireball flew, this time at
Grams. Phoebe grabbed and pulled her down while Paige called for the fireball and re-directed into the
roof.
Piper called for Paige and Phoebe to the centre of the room in front of their younger selves.
'Quickly, the Power of Three spell. It should protect us, our younger selves and Grams.' Piper
hurriedly explained.
The three sisters chanted. Over and over the same line: 'The power of three will set us free.' A strong
wind gathered around them. Blowing stronger and stronger by the second. The Warlock screamed in
agony as he exploded into flames, turning then to dust.
The three sisters stopped chanting and slowly sank to the floor. Grams was the first to speak.
'Well Piper, if this is what your power has evolved to, I feel very sorry for you.'
'No. I think my baby just decided again a Warlock exploding was too violent for a teenager and 11
year old.' Piper sighed exhausted. Turning to Phoebe, she then asked 'was that the Warlock from your
premonition?'
'No. That was a completely different one' She answered.
'Great, so there's more than one Warlock after us' Paige muttered 'well, at least our powers still work.'
'What was that?' teenage Piper asked, gripping younger Phoebe's hand tightly with fear.
'That was what we came back in time to save you from, or at least, one like that but worse.' Piper
finally answered. 'We are your future selves. I'm Piper, this is Phoebe' indicating to the older Phoebe
'and this is your Paige, your half sister. You aren't supposed to meet her for quite a few years yet
though.'
'Where's Prue? She's going to be awfully mad you've left her behind.' Phoebe said practically.
The Charmed ones looked at each other, not quite sure what to say…