It had been two days since the Source's attack and the sisters decided it was time to talk to Harry, Ron, and Hermonie. The six of them entered an empty classroom.
"What is it?" Harry asked Piper, Phoebe, and Paige.
Paige knew them the best so she had volunteered to tell them the news.
"It's about you being charmed," she started, "the thing is you're not the Charmed Ones."
Before Paige could say more, Harry rounded on her, almost yelling, "Not the Charmed Ones? You saw what we did two days ago, you saw that demon coming to kill us, why is it so hard to believe. We were made the Charmed Ones because we've faced things none of you have, if you're jealous, don't come crawling to me trying to convince me that I'm not a Charmed One. I know I am, I've faced Voldmort, and Ron and Hermonie were with me every step of the way. We never asked for these powers, but we have them. We are the Charmed Ones, if you want power, earn it yourself."
Harry, Ron, and Hermonie stormed out of the room without so much as a backward glance.
"Well, that went well." Phoebe said. "I could feel their emotions, and all of them were pretty mad. I think we should try to get Dumbledore to talk to them with us."
"Yeah, but in the meantime, what do we do about all the letters students are sending home?" Piper asked.
"I could orb them all into a volcano or something, but that would be personal gain, and plus, I'd don't think we should destroy anyone's letters, it's just not right." Paige put in.
"Great, so by Monday, everyone in the Wizarding world is going to think that Harry, Ron, and Hermonie are the Charmed Ones and theirs not a thing we can do about it." Piper said. The three walked out of the classroom looking rather subdued.
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In the Underworld, the Source looked rather thoughtful. "This could be interesting." He remarked to the empty space where the messenger that had told him the news had stood. Then he looked down and spat on a pile of still smoldering dust, "Sorry, I killed you before I thought this through all the way." The dust pile didn't respond, but somewhere in the afterlife, a demon began cursing him.