Author's Note: Thanks to Winter Blaze, Hope Master23, Phoebe Turner, CaliforniaChick, ChrisBianca, and ChiaraStorm for the review. If there is anything in here that you guys want changed, just review it to me and I will change it. (I wasn't exactly happy with this chapter)

CHAPTER TWO

Chris orbed back into the living room. Hoisting his backpack up, he looked around. Perfect, no one was home. Now would be a good time to go after a demon. He walked up to the attic taking his time. It would be a few hours before his Mom came home. He pushed open the door and started for the book stand when the door closed suddenly behind him. He froze, and slowly turned around.

"Why aren't you in school?" Wyatt asked. He was standing next to the door, something in his hands.

"It, umm, let out early?" Chris said, not very convincing.

"Yeah. Right. Try another one," Wyatt said as he strolled over to the table where he was pouring some things into a potion. Chris followed him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, changing the subject, while secretly thinking, I knew there was a good reason why I shouldn't stay home today.

"Making a power-packer," Wyatt replied. He looked down at the spell book before him. It had belonged to their Aunt Paige, who left it in the manor when she had moved out. This was just another one of the potions she had made in a reckless attempt to kill Cole. It had always been an entertaining story to Chris and Wyatt, how their Aunt had extensively attempted to kill their Uncle before she managed to vanquish him in another world. Until he came back. He wasn't nearly as psycho now, but he would always get annoyed when they reminded him of his 'problems' back in the day.

Phoebe, the middle Charmed One, had met up again with her old Beau, Cole, about thirteen years back. He had somehow managed to breeze his way back into San Francisco, using something about being resurrected as an excuse. Of course, No one ever did find out that it had actually been the young Wyatt who had summoned him back, after becoming curious by an old picture of him buried in a drawer in Phoebe's office. Since Cole was now human, the two got back together, and immediately hit it off. They now had a son and a daughter – twins, named Caroline and Parker. They lived in the house across the street.

Paige had gotten married to a guy that she had met in magic school. A teacher named Gavin. They didn't have any kids themselves, but they had adopted several magical children and it kept their house – on the other side of town – very lively. There was the wizard, Michael - a broody teenager with major fire power, and Lacey, who was the daughter of a vampire. She was a very simple little girl of five. There was the baby, Paige having vanquished her demonic parents leaving her an orphan. They still had yet to name that one. There was also Lindsay, a human child who's parents had the small misfortune of being prey to a demon. Alex, at the age of ten, could summon things to himself much like Wyatt. Daniel was an eleven year old telepath, and Kent was an eight year old werewolf.

Throughout the years, the manor had become less crowded, only Piper, Leo, Wyatt and Chris living in the old house.

Wyatt frowned. "Why are you skipping school?" He demanded.

"I'm not skipping," Chris replied. He took a spot next to Wyatt and peered into the potion.

"Shouldn't you be smart enough to not do that?" Wyatt asked. He held a root over the potion, and Chris quickly backed up with a scowl.

"I could have blown my face off it you'd dropped that in there," He snapped. Wyatt stepped back and tossed it in, a small explosion erupting throughout the room. The two siblings coughed over the smoke for a few minutes. Wyatt waved his arm over it to clear it out.

"Geeze, that wreaks," Chris complained, covering his nose. "Aunt Paige must have had a nose of steel."

"Quit whining," Wyatt said. He looked back down at the book thoughtfully. "You'd better get your ass back to school before I call Mom."

"Oh come on Wyatt, I never ratted you out. Besides, I was just going to vanquish a few demons – lighten the load for Mom and the aunts," Chris explained.

Wyatt nodded his head. "If Mom found out, she would ground you forever. Unfortunately for me, I think I understand. I'll admit - I snuck around to vanquish demons when I was younger."

"I figured as much," Chris muttered. He walked over to the book and used his telekinesis to flip through it. Wyatt watched his younger brother for a moment pensively.

"Hey Chris?" He said.

"Hmm?" When Chris got to reading the Book of Shadows, he was always rather distracted.

"Chris," Wyatt said more emphatically this time.

His brother's head jerked up. "What?" He asked.

"Mom's going to be pissed when she finds out you've been skipping school," He said.

Chris fidgeted nervously. "Technically, she won't find out."

"Huh?"

"I cast a spell to duplicate myself. She'll never know," He replied.

"That's personal gain," Wyatt pointed out.

"What do I look like, a saint?" Chris demanded. Wyatt raised his eyebrows, making Chris roll his eyes. "Did I say angel? No. I said saint. Besides I was born an angel. There's a difference," He snapped.

"I worry about you sometimes," Wyatt said. Then he looked down at the book before him. "I'm going to need two dashes of Grimm dust."

"I've got it," Chris replied, jumping at the chance to help make a potion. He quickly snapped up the bottle and went to sprinkle the dust into the cauldron.

"Hold on a second, kid," Wyatt said, taking the bottle out of Chris's grasp. "With your clumsy fingers you'll put the whole bottle in there. That could have some unforeseen side effects."

Chris frowned and attempted to pull the bottle back from Wyatt. "I'm not a kid. And I don't have clumsy fingers." He wrapped his hands around the jar and jerked back.

Wyatt held firmly to it, and his face wrinkled with annoyance. "Chris, let it go," He said. He pulled back, but Chris still held a firm grip on the jar.

"Wyatt, I'm not incapable of making a potion," He growled.

"I mean it Chris!" Wyatt said, his voice rising. It quickly turned into tug of war. "Chris!"

Chris and Wyatt pulled on the jar at the same time, and it slipped out of their hands – sending it flying through the air. Both boys stared in awe as the jar swirled around, the dust inside not having time enough to escape in the momentum against the jar. Wyatt, realizing where the jar was going to land – wrong side up - opened his mouth.

"Oh -," He started, just as the dust poured into the cauldron. "- Shiiiiitttt!" The explosion seemed almost abnormal, and Chris and Wyatt were sent back against the wall at a lightning speed, their unconscious bodies crumpling to the floor. Neither had the time to realize that the attic wasn't the same as before.