Morality Bites
To The Future
"Why would a report about a baseball player trigger something like a premonition," Ginny wondered.
"I dunno, but I could feel it. I felt the flames on my body," Paris said.
"And we were just standing there? That can't be right," Hermione said.
"Yeah; past, present, or future," Ginny said.
"What did I do...or...what am I going to do?" Paris wondered to herself as the doorbell rang
Hermione led in Prue, their whitelighter, and Leo, Paris' erm...uncle. Ginny and Paris looked up. Ginny seemed relieved that two whitelighters were there to help them. Paris seemed slightly happier, but still shaken.
"What's going on here?" Prue asked, going over to Paris to give her a hug.
"Prue, I had a premonition. Of me being executed," Paris whispered, but loud enough for Leo to hear.
"Were you being burned at the stake?" Leo asked.
"H-How'd you know?" Ginny asked in wonderment.
"Phoebe had the same premonition about a year after she received her powers," Prue said.
"Why would I have the same premonition as Mom?" Paris asked.
"It could be because that premonition never happened for her. It could be triggered by 'unfinished' business. But you can change that," Leo said.
"HOW?!" Paris almost screamed.
"Prue can send you back to the future," Leo replied calmly.
"I thought that spell could only be used once," Prue said to Leo.
"New set of witches, spell comes back for them to use," Leo said simply.
"Oh," said Prue, Paris, Ginny, and Hermione together.
Leo walked up the old staircase to the second floor. He opened the door to the attic, and walked towards the Book of Shadows.
Prue orbed in next to Leo.
"Are you ready?" Leo asked Prue.
"Anything to help Paris," Prue said, taking the book from Leo.
Prue set the book on a table in the middle of the attic. The pages started flying madly looking a page. Prue and Leo orbed out just as Paris, Hermione, and Ginny walked in.
"The books do the flippy thing again," Paris said dryly.
The book stopped at the pages to be read by the trio. They stared at it for about a minute, before Hermione took a timid step towards it.
"Spell to go to the future," Hermione read. Ginny and Paris stepped next to Hermione, and read the spell silently to themselves.
"We can only use it once," Ginny said.
"Twice; one to go to the future, and one to come back to our time," Paris said.
"Should we read it?" Ginny asked.
"Last time we went to the past, we...I mean, I nearly died. This isn't something we should do," Paris said.
"We're talking about your life here, Paris," Hermione said.
"And I'm talking about yours, Hermione," Paris shot back.
"Look, you obviously had that premonition for a reason. It must mean we're supposed to do something about it. And going to the future might be the only way to find out what you did to put you on the pyre," Ginny said.
"How do you it's something I did? It could've been a demon or warlock that did it to me," Paris said defensively.
"Do you really want to wait and find out?" Hermione replied.
"I wonder how I look?" Ginny asked.
"You look wonderful sweetie, but this is hardly the time-" Paris said.
"No not now, I'm talking about in the future. When we went back to the past, we were little girls. But think of the wear and tear after all that demon vanquishing," Ginny said.
"How far into the future are we going?" Paris asked.
"Ten years," Hermione said.
"December 23rd, 2009," Paris mused, "Nice to kill me a day before Christmas."
"Okay, are we ready?" Hermione asked the two.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme," Ginny started.
"We send you this burning sign, then out future selves will find," continued Hermione.
"In another place and time," Paris finished.
Hermione lit the paper the spell was on, and dropped it into the old pewter cauldron.
Ginny woke up in the manor, on the living room couch. A little girl with jet black hair and bright blue eyes shook her awake.
"Mummy, mummy! Wake up!" the little girl cried.
"I think you have the wrong house...and certainly the wrong mummy," Ginny murmured.
"Stop playing around mummy," she said. They heard a car horn honk, "Car pool!" she cried.
Ginny sat up all groggily eyed. She rubbed her eyes and stood up. "Ooh!" she said admiringly as she modeled in front of the mirror. She noticed a huge wedding ring on her left hand. "Ooh!" she said a little louder.
"Paris?!" called Ginny throughout the house. Her head turned to the muted TV. "Paris? TV...turn up! Damnit, where's the remote?" As she said that, the TV got louder.
"More about the execution of Paris Halliwell coming up. Now, we go back to your regular TV programming," said a reporter. Real World 18: To the Moon came on.
"Mummy! I have to go!" cried the little girl.
"Oh! TV...shut up!" Ginny said. The TV automatically muted.
"Morning Ginny. You alright?" asked, what seemed to be, a neighbor.
"I guess. Am I supposed to be?" Ginny asked.
"I suppose not. With Paris and everything going on. Don't worry about your little one, she'll be alright. You want me to take her to your ex's after school?" she asked.
"My ex-husbands? Well, if I told you so, then yes," Ginny said.
"Bye mummy, and I promise I won't use magic," the little girl whispered in Ginny's ear.
"I guess we better get going. Bye Ginny!" said the neighbor. Ginny watched her neighbor and daughter take off. As soon as they left, a limo pulled up. A woman with a killer figure and blonde, wavy hair came out. It was obviously Hermione.
A rush of people came up with her, brushing and touching her hair and make-up.
"Okay people! Stop. I'm going to talk to my erm...sister. Stay, stay, stay," Hermione said, walking up the stoop to Ginny.
They went inside and sat down at the living room couch, where Ginny was sleeping only moments before.
"Hermione, what's going on?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know. Apparently I don't just work at Kindle and Jensen, I own it. Three more in Paris, Tokyo, and London," Hermione said.
"And you're blonde," Ginny exclaimed.
"Yeah, strange."
"Wait, you had time to go to work?" Ginny asked.
"I woke up there. I had all these assistants and a huge office. I even have a chauffer. He's totally cute. So, how'd you do?"
"Not counting my apparently failed marriage and the fact I still live here? Perfectly fine," Ginny said sarcastically.
"Anything else?" Hermione persisted.
"I have a daughter," Ginny said, smiling.
"Stop right there, you have a daughter?"
"Yeah, and she's beautiful." Ginny got up and showed Hermione a picture of her.
"Of course she is," Hermione replied, "What's her name?"
"Oh God, I don't know. But I know she has powers. I told her to not to use them. I wonder why?" Ginny said.
"Speaking of why…Why are we in our future bodies? I mean, I thought we were supposed to come here and see them."
"Apparently the past spell isn't the same as the future spell. I just wish we had some recollection of what's been going on the past ten years. Like, stuff about my daughter and where my husband…or ex-husband is," Ginny said.
"Hold up, if…we're in our future bodies, then Paris…" Hermione stared.
"TV…louder, louder," Ginny said. The television set turned up on its own. The two women watched the TV as a reported came on. A small box in the upper right corner showed a picture of Paris.
"…the execution of Paris Halliwell is set in eight hours for the murder of Caroline Reeds. The witch is set for death at the stake. We have our very own Kerrie Chase at the site, live. Kerrie…" continued the reporter.
"Thanks Marsha, I'm here, live, at San Francisco State Penitentiary. With me is Nathan Bratt, the district attorney who discovered the witch last August. He has made an early favor for the governor's seat. He has just come out to make a statement about the witch. Nathan," Kerrie Chase said.
"Thank you Kerrie. This is a reflection of our citizens resolved to fair it out, the hidden evil. To turn fear into fight, and to band together as one. To cleanse our city of its greatest threat. Tonight, Paris Halliwell will burn for her crime. In which she does, other witches out there, be warned. I'm coming out for you next," Nathan said to the TV camera. He was pointing.
Ginny turned off the TV. She was fuming. "Eight hours? I thought we'd have more time. I mean, didn't she have the premonition like, an hour ago?"
Hermione was breathing deeply. "Gin, take note of the time. We've been here for an hour."
"I hate your calm voice!" Ginny yelled, running up the stairs to the attic.
Authors Note: I told you this would be longer. I hope it's better than the first chapter! Third chapter is coming up soon.
