Chapter 2: Wendaria Halliwell

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter stuff is JK Rowling's, and Wendy is mine, but her whitelighter-ness is all Charmed's.



You're my what? shouted Harry, forgetting about the Dursley's.

I am your whitlighter. I have been sent to help you on your journey.

Right... Um, what's a whitelighter?

My name is Wendaria Halliwell, but you can call me Wendy. A whitlighter is kinda like a guardian angel. I have been your whitelighter ever since you were born. I have helped to protect your family for many generations, and I will keep on protecting it for many more. Unless I get very comfortable with darklighters, but I can take Wendy replied, throwing a few punches in the air.

Yeah, ok, but about this journey thing– Harry was cut off.

You are in great danger, Harry Potter. Now I have appeared in front of you, as I have wished to do for a long while. The last time I appeared to anyone was when Voldemort murdered your parents. After that massacre, the Elders restricted me from orbing to you.

Harry asked.

Those bright lights you probably saw earlier, that's how I get around. Harry nodded in remembrance. Anyway, I used to orb around here all the time. In fact, it's been years since I've seen Sirius, Remus, and the gang. I believe I heard that Peter has gotten himself into trouble.

Yes. Peter was the person who betrayed my parents to Voldemort, that rat. (A/n No pun intended). Sirius and Remus are still around, though I couldn't tell you where they are. You were there the night my parents were killed? said Harry changing the subject.

I was. That was indeed a dreadful night. I did all I could do.

What do you do?

I can heal wounds, sense danger, those sort of things. Wendy could see the look in Harry's face about what the next question was. No, I couldn't save your parents. Whitelighters only have so much power. And any Unforgivable cast by old Voldie is way to powerful for us to handle.

Then what good are you? Harry said, turning a cold shoulder to Wendy. I've been injured so many times and had so many close encounters with Voldemort. How can you be proud of yourself?

I had been expecting this. I'm sorry, Harry. For all this trouble, for this horrid life. The Elders have been very strict about what I can do. Now is our special opportunity. The Elders have given us this one chance to do our quest. We must embark upon this mission.

Now you get to the mission. What are we doing anyway?

I cannot tell you yet. It must wait until we are at Hogwarts.

Oh, so you're coming with me. What fun. Harry sarcastically added.

Yes and I will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Now, go tell your aunt and uncle that you will be leaving early for your friend Ron's house.

Harry saw the look in Wendy's eye and raced down the staircase. He almost ran into Aunt Petunia coming upstairs with a laundry basket in hand.

All right, boy, what is with all the commotion?

The Weasley's have decided to pick me up early. I'm going there today.

Well, all right. The sooner you leave the more normal I feel. What are you standing there for. Go!

Harry ran back up the stairs and into his room. Wendy had already packed up his things in a matter of seconds and said cheerfully,

Harry said simply.

Hold my hand. Wendy had a hold of Harry hand and grabbed Harry's trunk in the other. Harry got a quick grab at Hedwig's cage before they were off, a swirl of white lights all around them.

Just then Uncle Vernon stormed into Harry's room. All right, HARRY, WHAT IS WITH ALL THE– noise...? Harry was gone and without trace of ever being there.

A/N: Ok there was chapter 2. Please reveiw! And the Chapters will get longer.