Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or Harry Potter, I am merely writing a work of fanfiction. Be kind as this is my first fanfic
Authors note: I'm sorry that this such a short chapter, but it's merely a stepping stone for the rest of the plot so don't be put off. I also apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes in names and things.
Piper spun around, stared Dumbledore in the eye, "what do you mean we won't be able to leave!"
"I mean exactly that, but I'm afraid this is neither the time or the place to discuss it. And if you don't mind I myself am rather hungry and I believe the students are too," he glanced at them, taking in their nods and murmurs of appreciation, "for now you can sit with us and eat to your hearts content."
And with a flourish he turned, beckoned to Piper and her sisters to sit at nearly set places and as they sat down said, "now let us begin," and began tucking in at the food that was now spread before them.
Piper glanced around, unsure of what quite to do and met Prue's eyes, she smiled at her sister and turned to Phoebe who whispered; "it's just like in the books"
The food smelled wonderful and it came in every shape size and colour, there was so much of it and it awakened her senses. Before she even lifted the first folk full to her mouth Piper could already taste. Maybe, Piper thought, just maybe I might grow to like it here.
Harry Potter glanced at his friends, all around the hall amidst the sounds of students eating and the chatter of conversation there was a buzz. There was no prize for guessing who they were all talking about, the charmed ones. There mysterious guests who had turned up out of the blue.
Not many people knew who they were, not many had before this even heard of them, but that of course only added to their charm.
Harry turned to Hermione; she read more than all of than the whole of Gryffindor put together surely she would know who they were.
"So have you heard of them Hermione, the charmed ones I mean."
"Yeah who exactly are they?" said Ron with his mouth full, Hermione pulled a face and Harry just laughed. "What's the big fuss over them? Professer McGonagel still hasn't wiped that silly grin off her face."
"The fuss, they are only the greatest witches of all time," retorted Hermione. "I can't believe you've never heard of them."
"It's seems not many people have," said Harry.
"Yeah, not everyone knows the amount you know Hermione, I keep telling you to remember that.'
"Oh ha ha, you think you're so funny," pounced Hermione, "they all have powers. Prue the oldest is telepathic, Piper the middle one – the one who had the argument with Snape - has the power to freeze time and blow things up and Phoebe the youngest has premonitions."
"So?"
"So1 They're amazing, apparently they ride San Francisco of demons and that's not an easy job. They're something of a legend – even more so than you Harry." She glanced around as if noticing for the first time that is was not just Ron and Harry who were listening.
"What's with the wand thing?" asked Neville, a friend and fellow Gryffindor.
"Nothing," replied Hermione, "they just don't need them."
"Well that's bullshit," said Ron disbelieving.
"You shouldn't question things so much,"snapped Hermione.
"Well the middle one – Piper, she's hot," said Ron.
"Yeah the way she snapped at Snape –"answered Harry.
"Yeah that was amazing," finished Ron's twins Fred and George, "I hope they stay for a long time."