After the day of the Charmed Ones and their husband's deaths, life got harder for the Halliwell children. Darryl and Sheila Morris decided to take care of the the orphaned kids out of the kindness of their hearts. When Wyatt graduated from high school, he took over the popular nightclub, P3, that his mother had owned. Chris is now 19 and a sophomore in college, Melinda is 17 and a senior in high school, and Paris is 15 and a freshman in high school.

Five years later...

Wyatt walked into the manor with bags of groceries in his arms. One of the bags was overflowing and the contents spilled onto the floor of the parlor. He cursed to himself before picking up the miscellaneous items and placing them back into the brown grocery bag. Just my luck Walking into the kitchen, he set the bags onto the island and started putting some of the groceries into the refrigerator and cupboards. He then heard the front door open, and walked back out into the parlor.

"Hey," Melinda said as she tossed her backpack on the floor and walked past him into the living room to watch tv.

Paris was next to enter the house. She quickly walked by him. "Hi, I'm going to do homework." she said in what could be defined as a very quick sentence.

"How was school?" Wyatt asked her as she started running up the stairs.

"Good." Paris said sticking her head back down then continuing her climb to the upper levels of the manor.

Wyatt sighed. Ever since her parents had died Paris had been obsessed with her school work and would seldom talk to them. Even at dinner time, she'd just eat fast then go back into her room. Melinda was dealing pretty good. She talked a lot, and mostly dealt with it by talking out her emotions. Her friend Harrison was really good to her. Chris, who was now attending college, stayed at the manor to help out. That was a good thing, but Wyatt's younger brother was starting to develop a drinking problem.

If all of this wasn't enough to deal with..Wyatt had a nightclub to run, bills to pay, a dinner to make, and anything else that would happen to pop up out of nowhere. Things like that always seemed to happen. Wyatt had so much responsibility, and it was starting to get to him. He knew that, but he didn't have the time or the energy to deal with it. His family need him, and he would just have to deal with his problems after they were okay.

A scream rang through the walls of the Halliwell manor. Melinda jumped out of her seat on the couch and ran to Wyatt's side. The two of them started up the stairs, but were interrupted as Paris orbed in front of them. "There's...ththere's a ddemon in the attic." she said with a scared look on her face.

"Stay here...I'll go take care of him." said Wyatt as he disappeared in a swirl of blue and white lights.

Melinda and Paris both looked at eachother. After the day their parents had died, Wyatt had stopped practicing witchcraft. The only time he used his power were when a demon attacked. They both knew of Wyatt's destiny, and wondered why he was resisting.

"We should go up there just in case he needs help." suggested Melinda. Paris nodded in agreement and the duo sprinted up the stairs.

Wyatt appeared in the attic and faced a Vahrall demon. They were a clan of lowlevel bottom feeders. He had no idea why they had attacked the manor, most lower level demons had the sense to stay away, but this one had decided to be thingyy. That was its first mistake.

"Has the twice blessed child come to play?" taunted the Vahrall demon as it licked its decaying black teeth. Wyatt could spell them on the other side of the room.

In response Wyatt telekinetically threw the demon into the wall. "Stay away from my family." he said before hurling a ball of swirling blue orbs at bottom feeder. The Vahrall shimmered out of the way and reappeared a few yards in front of him.

"Is that all you have...the infamous Twice Blessed, destined to rule Camelot." the demon said continuing its taunting. It was trying to strike a nerve, and it was working. That he could tell. For Wyatt shot pulsing blue bolts of electricity at the demon. This magical blast was enough to kill most demons, but he wasn't an ordinary demon. He was merely incognito.

Wyatt was surprised that his attack hadn't killed the demon, and orbed an athame from a chest across the room, in the direction of the Vahrall demon.

"Poor King Wyatt, too weak to kill a low level demon." the demon sneered again flashing those disgusting teeth of his.

"I'M NOT A KING AND I NEVER WILL BE!" shouted the witch in anger as the windows shattered and the shards of glass all shot in the direction of the demon. Wyatt held his hand up and the demon rose at the same level as he held it. He squeezed his fist tighter, cutting off its airways.

"The Crone...was right...you...are...WEAK!" the demon yelled as it teleported out of the attic in a whirl of flames all too familiar to Wyatt. Though he had been a toddler at the time, he could still remember that voice...if only he could put a name and face to it.

Melinda and Paris had witnessed the whole thing from the doorway. They were used to Wyatt getting angry when a demon attacked. They just wished he could come to terms with everything that had happened.

"Who's the Crone?" asked Melinda with a raised eyebrow and Paris nodded also wanting the question answered.

"She was a seer who lived at a demonic market. Our moms vanquished her a long time ago." answered Wyatt in frustration.

"Well, obviously not..." said Paris with a sigh.

"Yeah, we should probably check the book and find a way to..." started Melinda but she was interrupted.

"I said she was vanquished!." Wyatt yelled at them. "Now, go do your homework while I make dinner."

His cousins were surprised, he had never yelled at them before. Paris nodded and rushed out of the attic, typical. Melinda just rolled her eyes and walked out, telekinetically slamming the door on her way out. Wyatt just sighed before reopening the door and walking out. Orbing would've been quicker, but the last thing he wanted right now was to do magic.