A/N: Ah! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile! I was busy with "A Vision of Utopia" But here you go! This is the last Chapter in Part Two. Ch 33 will start Part 3, the last part in the Generation Charmed Trilogy.

So, first to thank the reviewers:

Passions, Uhm, well, I've updated! Not soon, as you had wanted, but I've updated! Does that count? Lol.

wyatt333, Yes, I am pure evil. And I like it! And I'll see what I can do about the powers; though, since the original 3 are handy to have, they each may have the one that the original Charmed Ones (Prue, Piper, and Phoebe – or Piper, Phoebe, and Paige) had, along with some new ones.

KayLa, Glad you like it!

svata2004, Glad you liked it!

Okay, last chapter of Part 2! Part 3, Ch 33 will be posted as soon as possible. I'm hard at work on "A Vision of Utopia," which has one more chapter, plus two spin-offs. But never fear, I won't forget about GC!

So, please enjoy and please review!

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Once inside the attic, the door slammed shut behind them and all three jumped.

"Okay, I don't like this," Patience whimpered.

"Scared?" Paisley hissed.

Patience glared indignantly at her. "No," she lied.

Presley huffed, annoyed. "Will you two chill out, please? It's an attic and it's drafty up here. The wind probably slammed it shut."

"Right, be the sensible one," Paisley remarked vehemently, not meaning to, but she was pissed off at Patience for many different reasons.

Presley glared at her as she made her way around the attic. "All this stuff is so-so old."

"Hey," Patience called, from over by the window. "Come check this out."

Presley and Paisley promptly walked over – one more willingly than the other – to where Patience stood in front of a podium. On it sat a very large, very old looking book, covered in dust. Patience blew the dust off and read the title, "The Book of Shadows."

Patience glanced at her cousins and shrugged. "Weird-"

She was cut off, however, when the Book suddenly slammed open to one of the very first pages.

The Halliwell Cousins have each other fearful glances, then looked at the page. Patience, being directly in front of it, read out loud:

"Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night, the oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I'll call upon the ancient power, bring your powers to we sisters three, we want the power, give us the power."

Feeling queasy, Patience looked at the other two. "I-it's a book of witchcraft."

"What?" Paisley cried, paling. "But what's it doing here? Our mom's weren't witches, and I highly doubt our grandmother's were, either. We would have known, wouldn't we?"

Presley shook her head. "It's a stupid book filled with stupid rhymes and poems. It's not witchcraft, it can't be."

Patience frowned. "Why can't it be? Don't you guys believe in witches?"

Presley and Paisley shook their heads no immediately.

"You never thought – just for one second – that witches existed?" Patience asked, getting the same response.

"It's not a book of witchcraft, idiot," Paisley huffed. "It's just a bunch of poems and rhymes, like Presley said."

Patience turned red. "I am not an idiot!" she fumed, saying every word as clearly as possible.

"If you believe in witches you are," Paisley replied coolly.

"I AM NOT AN IDIOT!" Patience shrieked angrily.

Paisley opened her mouth to retort when Presley snapped, "Stop it, both of you!" at the top of her lungs.

Cowering, Paisley and Patience shut up and looked at the oldest cousin.

Presley slammed the book shut. "Maybe it's a book of witchcraft. Maybe it's just a bunch of poems and rhymes, it doesn't matter. Patience read that stupid rhyme and nothing happened. None of us feel weird and nothing happened, so let's stop arguing and get out of this creepy attic. No wonder it was kept locked for so long."

Presley turned and exited the room. When she didn't hear footsteps following her, she turned around.

"Coming?" she asked briskly, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Sulking, Paisley left the attic and went straight to her room; the door could be heard slamming all throughout the house.

Patience hung back, admiring the Book and examining the spell she had read – or rhyme? She wasn't sure now what to think.

"Patience." Presley was standing in the doorway waiting, her tone one of warning.

Sighing, Patience slumped away from the Book, leaving it open, and went to Presley. She glanced at her cousin's angry face and quickly walked down the steps, two at a time, back to her room. She closed the door gently, unlike Paisley who had slammed her door.

Presley hesitated in the doorway of the attic, staring at the Book. She shivered as a chill swept over her. Could it really be a book of spells? She shook her head. It was a ridiculous thought. One of the Halliwell Generation's Past must have gotten bored one day and decided to create the Book for kicks.

Still, that chilly, creepy feeling she kept getting wasn't pleasant she didn't like it at all. Shivering once more, she closed the door to the attic, wishing it had never opened in the first place.

She went down to the second floor, calling a hasty good night to Paisley and Patience, getting no response. She went into her room and closed the door.

Back inside the attic, unbeknown to the Halliwell cousins, strange things were happening.

The Book of Shadows, it's pages ruffled by a breeze – or something more – closed gently. The symbol on the front, a Triquetra (which the cousins hadn't noticed) glowed for a second. Then, as Presley wished the attic had never opened, the lock on the door twisted on it's own, sealing the door shut once again.