Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Charmed, Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Angel are properties of JK Rowling, Aaron Spelling & Joss Whedon. Except for the occasional 'original character' that might crop up every now and then. I don't own any rights to the aforementioned titles or its characters, I am merely borrowing them to cure this nagging plot bunny in my head.

Summary: Future Wyatt Halliwell concocted a time traveling spell and returned to 2003. Lord Voldemort was defeated in 1998 by Harry Potter, but he never really died. A mystical being and the spawn of the damned plays an important role in Voldemort and Wyatt's rise to power.

PhoenixRae's Notes: Thank you so much to my reviewers! BJCKidsX4 These four are my all-time fave crossover stories. The shows were awesome and the book's great. Black Mage of Darkness I know it's a bit confusing. I was confused too while writing out some scenes involving all the characters from each fandom:LOL: As for Wyatt being the evil dude...hehehehe, you'll find out soon enough. diatrif Sorry to confuse you. I'll see what I can do to lessen the confusion here. :smiles: As usual read and review. I do want to hear your opinions/concerns about this fic. Thanks!


IV. Apparitions

London, England

HELLO PHEBES," PRUE HALLIWELL SMILED AT her sister, pushing herself up from the wrought-iron chair in an outdoor cafe in London where they agreed to meet. "You're late, as usual," she added before pulling her kid sister in for a hug. "God, I missed you," she whispered.

Phoebe stood there, shocked to find Prue alive and kicking and enjoying the balmy London pre-spring season.

"Prue?"

"Yes, silly," Prue was smiling from ear to ear, her eyes shone with glee at seeing her sister again. "Now come here and let's order. I am dying for some coffee -- and no pun intended," she gave her sister a knowing wink before settling herself in the wrought iron chair she was sitting at moments before.

Phoebe blinked twice. She stared dumbfounded at her sister who looked like she hasn't aged a day since...oh God, since she last saw her alive.

"W-what are you doing here?" She stammered, her feet felt like she was dragging a chain with a two hundred pound steel ball attached at the end of it.

Prue raised an eyebrow at her sister's question. She looked around her and gestured by spreading her arms wide open, "I'm here for some coffee--and a chat with you too."

"A chat? About what?"

"The weather. Life. The imminent threat on our poor nephew's life by his brother." Prue replied casually and with a flick of her wrist she flagged down a passing server and placed her order. She took the liberty of ordering for Phoebe as well then send their server off. "Quit dilly-dallying, Phoebe Halliwell, and sit your cute little behind here," Prue patted the seat across from her and eagerly waited for her sister to do as she was told.

Finally Phoebe reached the seat her sister indicated and parked her behind down. She was still in shock at seeing Prue again after two years since they buried her. And what did she mean about this imminent threat on their nephew by his brother? Wyatt has a brother? Since when? Piper never mentioned anything about being pregnant. As far as she knows her sister was currently too miffed at her husband to even consider welcoming him home!

"Now, now, Phebes, before you go off to the deep end thinking that something's amiss, I'm warning you now to stop thinking about whatever it is that you're wondering about," warned Prue, sitting back and crossing her legs.

"Prue, I'm--I'm a little confused here. What are you doing in London? And--and what am I doing in London? Should I be in Scotland right now training with the others for the upcoming battle or whatever my damn vision was all about?"

Prue was halted from answering back by the arrival of their order. Their server, an Orlando Bloom look-alike young hottie that made Phoebe do a double take, placed their drinks on the table then walked away. She made a mental note to ask him what his name was when he came around to ask if they wanted any refills or something else to eat.

"Phoebe, Chris is not the enemy even though he appeared to be the one causing all the trouble. Help him and Leo find some sort of truce. Piper and Leo needs to have a sit-down conversation and sort whatever happened over the summer. Piper needs to trust Chris too." Prue sounded very cryptic, but Phoebe was getting the gist that her eldest sister wanted her to not think of Chris, their Whitelighter-in-Training according to Leo, as an enemy but more of an ally.

"What's going on, Prue? Why do I have to trust Chris? So far he hasn't proven himself to be as trustworthy as Leo."

Prue glanced down at her wrist at the silver band with a black watch face background. Sighing she looked back at her sister and took her hands in hers. "Phoebe, trust me. We are running out of time. He's here, you know? He arrived the day you had your vision--and he didn't arrive alone. He took with him someone who was as powerful and vile as him."

"He who?" Phoebe demanded. She was confused. Who was Prue talking about? Chris? It can't be Chris. She just warned her to trust Chris, so this 'he' she was referring to must be that man in her vision. But who was he?

"Time...is...running...out..." Prue's voice began to sound so distant. Soon her eldest sister's face started to become blurry; there was a bright light behind Prue blinding Phoebe's vision until all she could see of her sister was her silhouette and hear her fading voice telling her to trust Chris and help Piper and Leo rebuild their family.


Halliwell Sisters Bedroom, Shrieking Shack
Hogsmeade, somewhere in Scotland

PHOEBE SAT BOLT UP IN HER BED. SHE LOOKED AROUND wildly in the room she shared with her sisters and baby Wyatt. His nephew was returned to his mother after being under the care of their grandmother while they were busy during the day tracking down Voldemort and his still unnamed cohort.

Pushing the sheets aside, Phoebe slipped her feet into her warm, fuzzy slippers and walked over to the crib where Wyatt lay asleep face-down. Peering down on her nephew, Phoebe ran the back of her fingers against his soft blond hair and sighed. He was such a little angel.

"Phebes?" It was Piper sounding groggy from sleep that whispered her name.

Phoebe straightened up from where she was peering down at Wyatt and looked at her sister. "Hi, Piper," she whispered back and tiptoed away from the crib to sit at the foot of her sister's bed, "How are ya?"

In the dimly lit room Phoebe could see her sister cocking an eyebrow at her. She'd be doing that too if their positions were reversed and she was on the receiving end of being asked 'how are ya' in the dead of the night.

"What's going on?" Piper sounded alarmed, looking at her sister sideways with her eyes looking like a pair of thin slits as she gouged what was wrong. "Did Wyatt wake up?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no," Phoebe let out a nervous chuckle. "Wyatt's just fine. I--well...uhm...I had a dream and it woke me up, so I thought I'd check on Wyatt since I'm already up," she explained.

"Was Wyatt involved in your dream?"

Sorta. I think. "No. Not at all. No," Phoebe denied. She was still uncertain on whether or not she should tell Piper that Prue visited her in her dream. She wasn't sure herself if Prue indeed visited her and warned her of that young man posing a threat on Chris's life or if it was just a dream for dream's sake. "Sorry, Piper, didn't mean to alarm you or anything. Just...just go back to sleep." She patted her sister's leg and pushed herself off her bed.

"No, wait a minute," Piper's hand shot out and grabbed Phoebe's wrist before she could walk back to her bed. She knew when something was up with her sister, after all she was the person Phoebe often ran to whenever she was in trouble or something was bothering her, and now she obviously looked very bothered. "You sit your ass back down and tell me what is wrong. You wouldn't be up checking on Wyatt if you didn't have a bad dream. Now, spill!" She demanded.


Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, somewhere in Scotland

HELLO, HARRY." GREETED SIRIUS BLACK AS HE STOOD at the bottom of the spiral stone stairwell leading to Professor Dumbledore's office. His hair was still worn long and looked unkempt, but the looked suited him nevertheless. His clothes looked less shabby now, but he still had the bum-effect working for him which made it easier for him to blend in with the Muggles outside the wizarding world. "Mind if we have a little chat?"

Harry stood motionless a foot away from his deceased godfather. He blinked twice in rapid succession, trying to clear his vision. Was he seeing things? And what in tarnation was he doing at Hogwarts? He didn't have any business with Dumbledore at the moment, and yet here he was standing at the bottom of the steps where the large gargoyle guarding the entrance to the Headmaster's office stood before him, and underneath the large piece of stone stood his godfather.

"Sirius?" His feet suddenly felt as heavy as lead as he took one step at a time to reach his godfather. "W-what are you doing here?" he stammered, looking here and there in search of...what was he searching for? The entire corridor was deserted save for the two of them!

In an amused chortle that soon boomed into a resounding laugh, Sirius Black reached over and clapped his godson's shoulder while he calmed himself down. He looked like a young boy of thirteen getting into mischief right then, and that look was priceless. He knew visiting people in their dreams was a tricky business, but he had to be here. He needed to be here; to warn him and the rest of the people involved of what was to come.

He couldn't divulge much. Other facts must be found out on their own, but time was a-wasting, and the Americans, as well as his godson and his friends, needed to be alerted immediately. A tricky business indeed, but someone has to do it. He knew the others would do their fair share of warning their next of kins. By morning all four groups would meet and discuss what just happened the night before.


1630 Revello Drive
Sunnydale, CA

IT WAS A BRIGHT AND EXCRUCIATINGLY HOT AFTERNOON. Buffy decided to peel off the t-shirt she wore and opted for a white cotton tank top and short-shorts in the hopes of battling the heat. It was extremely hot and humid for this time of the year in Sunnydale. In the last few years since she moved here with her mother and sister this was the first time this kind of heat wave struck their town -- and in March too!

"Dawn, can you turn up the a/c please?" She called from the top of the stairs after she slipped on her tank top. She waited two heart beats for some sort of movement or response from her sister. When she heard none she called to her again. Again she waited. Same response. Irritated, Buffy tugged down the hem of the tank top and made sure she buttoned her shorts and marched down the stairs. "Where could she--"

"I asked her to grab some ice cream at the corner store," came an all too familiar female voice from behind her.

Buffy screamed to the top of her lungs, nearly exploding hers and the unexpected person's eardrums at the high decibels her screamed escalated to. She lost her footing going down the stairs and would've fallen down if it hadn't been for her quick slayer reflexes. Grabbing on to the guard rail, Buffy straightened pulled herself up and pressed her back against the wooden rail. Her big, blue eyes slowly moved up the stairs at the woman standing there, her mop of curly blond hair glistened and that sweet, maternal smile she always had on was present.

"Mom?" she asked breathlessly. "Mom, is that--is that really you?" She felt a lump form in her throat as she stared at the face of the woman who was suddenly taken from her and Dawn's life two years ago.

Joyce Summers' smile broaden and she spread her arms wide. "In the flesh, sweetheart," she nodded.

"Oh my God..." Buffy suddenly felt claustrophobic. The walls around her began closing in around her, the air getting steeper and steeper as she hyperventilated. "This...this...oh my God...oh my God..."

Joyce was quickly by her daughter's side, guiding her down the stairs and in to the living room. "Buffy, I know this is a shock to you. I didn't mean to surprise you like this," she apologized as she guided her eldest daughter to the sofa. "But I have to warn you."

"Warn me?" Buffy stopped her hyperventilating then and snapped her blond head up, her blue eyes meeting her mother's gaze. "What are you talking about, Mom?" Suddenly she forgot all about her mother being there in the flesh when she was supposedly dead.

Joyce took her time in answering. It was all rather sudden, her being asked to make a special appearance back in her daughter's life. She knew that the only way she'd be able to warn Buffy was through a dream. She'd more likely listen to her if she appeared to her in a dream rather than when she was awake. And she picked out this place, their home in Sunnydale, to be their meeting place. At least she'd feel safe and in familiar surroundings.

"Dawn's not the only one you have to protect, Buffy. You all must band together to stop them." She was a bit cryptic, but she couldn't reveal much. Their sole purpose was to alert them that whatever they saw in their visions or dreams prior to them getting together in London was something not to be set aside and forgot about. She knew her daughter had the First to worry about, but this imminent danger would abolish them before the First could even rise to full power; the First wouldn't stand a chance once this inevitable abomination came to power.


Shrieking Shack Grounds
Hogsmeade, somewhere in Scotland

ANGEL WAS BUSY PATROLLING THE SHACK'S SURROUNDINGS when he heard some scratching coming from the shed Bill Weasley, the Minister of Magic's eldest son, built for them to train at during the day. The shed was large enough to accommodate all of the necessary weapons and training material the two slayers and the two vampires needed to practice with while Wesley and Giles, as well as Leo, were busy locked up in some Headmaster's office inside the large castle that was said to be a school that wasn't too far from the village.

Keeping his eyes and ears on alert, Angel slowly made his way towards the shed. He had to be on guard in case someone broke in to the charm cast on the entire area to ward off unwanted people.

"Hello?" He called out into the darkness. His fists balled up on his sides, his long overcoat blending in with the darkness surrounding him, Angel reached the shed and looked here and there in search of the noise he sensed moments ago. "Anybody here?"

No answer.

Angel took a couple of steps and stopped beside the large and heavy punching bag hanging from one of the strong beams supporting the shed. Sidestepping his way around the punching bag to reach the armor chest where they kept their weapons supply, Angel made the quietest sound he could possibly make as he unlatched the chest and slowly pulled its cover up. He grabbed the first weapon he could skim his hand on -- a crossbow. That ought to be powerful enough to ward off whomever was hiding in here.

"I know you're here," Angel said in a calm voice, closing the chest's cover gently and held the crossbow face-down on his side. "Show yourself!"

Angel heard someone stepped on gravel to his left and in a blink of an eye had the crossbow up, aimed at the direction of the sound and shot the arrow. Two heartbeats later the arrow hit its target and a whiny "Ow!" was heard from the direction he shot at.

Dropping the crossbow on the ground, Angel sprinted to the direction of the intruder and jumped him, only to spring back when he saw the face of the last person he expected to see since his heroic demise four years ago.

"Doyle?"

"Dammit, Angel," hissed the half human, half Bracken demon lying on the ground with a crossbow embedded on his side. "Next time wait to see who the intruder is first before you shoot!" he complained and in a quick, swift move pulled the arrow where it struck him, yelping in pain in doing so as well. "Effing hell! I know I already crossed the beyond, but that damn thing still hurt like hell!"

"Sorry about that," Angel apologized awkwardly and thrust his hand out to help his friend up. "I was patrolling when I heard some sounds coming from here," he explained.

"I know what you were doing, Mr. Broody," Doyle replied, wincing as he straightened up to a standing position. "Anyway, not much time. I just came here to warn you about what's to come."

Angel's forehead creased to a deep frown. "What?"

Doyle cocked an eyebrow and met his confused friend's gaze. "You don't think the Powers That Be and I aren't connected anymore, do you? I may be dead already, but I didn't exactly rot in hell for I did some good in my lifetime on this earth."

"Doyle--"

"Look, before you think it I'm going to tell you now, you're not dreaming. I am really here, in the flesh. But we haven't got time to chit-chat so listen carefully and listen well. The people you're here with right now and the people helping you from the Ministry are your best chance of defeating the dark power rising. Keep a close eye on Junior and the Slayer's sister -- they are the key ingredients to this massive abomination waiting to happen."


Kitchen, Shrieking Shack
Hogsmeade, somewhere in Scotland

HARRY, ANGEL, BUFFY, PHOEBE, PIPER AND PAIGE SAT around the oval kitchen table discussing the apparitions that occurred the night before. Of everyone who was visited by a deceased loved one, Angel was the only one who encountered such apparition wide awake. They compared notes, asked each other questions. They were all sorting out what Joyce Summers, Prue Halliwell, Sirius Black, and Francis Doyle meant with their cryptic messages.

"Prue mentioned something about our nephew being tormented by his brother," Phoebe told the small group, looking from Paige then to Piper before adding, "Now the person I saw in my vision being tormented was Chris -- and he is so not our nephew!"

"Maybe Prue got it wrong," Paige suggested.

"No," Phoebe sat back in her seat and shook her head. "She sounded so damn certain about our nephew having a brother. A brother, Piper," she emphasized more on the word 'brother' and glared at her sister. "Jeez, seems like you and Leo will be breaking the long line of female heirs to the Halliwell name!"

"You mean to say until your nephew Wyatt was born, all Halliwell offspring were female?" Harry butted in, his forehead creased to a frown as he looked at one Charmed sister after the other.

"Yeah," Phoebe let out a long, somewhat exasperated sigh and met the Auror's green eyes. "When Piper, Prue and myself were sent to the future to see what consequences our one act of defiance to using magic on innocents to teach them a lesson would do to us, Piper had a daughter so when she got pregnant with her and Leo's first baby, the three of us assumed we'd be welcoming a little Prue to the family since we just lost a sister the year we found out Piper was going to be a mother."

"Must be a shocker when instead of a slit you found the baby had a little wanker when Piper gave birth," commented Buffy.

All eyes turned to the blond slayer and her uncensored mouth. Angel stared in surprise at her vulgarity.

"What?" Buffy addressed the small group staring at her. "I was just stating the obvious," she answered defensively.

"Yeah, but Buffy, in the years since I met you, you never were this vulgar," answered Angel.

"Oh," Buffy felt her cheeks colour a little. "Blame Spike for rubbing off on me."

"Apparently Spike is not at all a good influence on you," remarked Harry and Angel grunted his agreement.

Buffy glared at the two dark haired male member of this small group congregating in the kitchen discussing what just happened the night before.

"Anyway, according to my Mom, my sister's not the only one I need to protect," she paused and looked at the other five faces seated around the table with her. "We have to battle this evil together. It's like that saying, united we stand, divided we fall."

"OK, so we established that Buffy's mother, Harry's godfather, Angel's demon friend and our sister all came to us last night to warn us and tell us to stick together. But did they hint to any of you as to whom we might be facing off with aside from the now very much alive Voldemort?" Piper looked at each person in the room, waiting for any one of them to throw in any ideas on who the still-to-be-named Voldemort ally was.

Silence fell amongst the small group. They were all at a loss still.


To Be Continued...