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Chapter Three:

Five Years Ago

She walked faintly into the room in the hospital, holding a baby girl with dark hair. "Congrats! The baby's fine. She'll grow up wonderfully from what we can see so far. You're lucky Miss James. A labor like this normally causes some problems growing up, but this girl doesn't seem to have any affects from the labor."

The woman shook her head. "This isn't my daughter. I never had this child, she's not my baby."

The doctor had a perplexed look on her face. "But it is, Miss James. Primrose, you named her yourself. I quite like that name, Primrose. It's a flower, isn't it?"

The woman sat up angrily. "This ain't my child! This child didn't spend nine months inside me, she didn't feel my pain! This is not my damn daughter! It's a witch!"

The doctor sighed slightly. "Calmus Returnus, Memorus Evaporatus." The woman sighed and fell asleep.

She left the room as she placed the baby girl in her container. "Don't tell me what I already know, Abby," she whispered."I had to do this... for the sake of magic, your life, and this child's life."

Magic, once strong and full blown inside Abby, had faded away to almost nothingness over the years. When she had known Abby nearly ten years ago, her magical skill was almost un-matched, and her future seemed bright. Now, at twenty-three, she was nowhere,a college dropout, a young girl chained in an abusive marriage, and steadily going more insane by the day.

She supposed it started when Abby's father died when she was about eighteen. No one knew what happened. Murder or suicide, they could never decide. About a year later, Abby got married. Some whispers abounded that her husband, angry that Abby's father wouldn't let her marry him at sixteen, killed him so he could be out of way. It was never proven, but rumors never die.

"Oh Abby," the doctor sighed sadly as she stood outside the door of her room. "You've fallen so much. What happened to the vibrant girl I knew?"

But the magic was returning. She could feel it inside this baby girl- Primrose. It was vibrant. Could it- no, it wasn't possible. Prue, Piper, and Phoebe Halliwell had no other brothers or sisters, so there was no way in hell that Primrose was related to them. Unless... but she didn't dare to believe it! Such liasons were unheard of, let alone against to rules! But... her heart was screaming this at her. Paige was the sister of the Halliwell girls.

It was impossible- but it was saying nothing that the impossible had happened many times before in her lifetime and others before. The sheer fact that the Halliwell sisters had survived without magic for years was proof. Quietly, she blew magical dust into the room. If she was indeed of Halliwell blood, it would lead her back to her true family.

Present Day, A Day Later

Primrose had fallen asleep in the back of their car, dark hair falling over her face as she napped quietly, laying her face on her hands. It seemed odd that fate had twisted itself in weird shapes around her and what appeared to be her new friends. It seemed odd to her that just a few weeks- or was it days?- that she was nearly dead in a street in California. She remembered that night almost dreamlike...

"Come on, you brat!" Primrose's father yelled as he dragged her to a almost broken down car in the incessant rain. "This is the last night I'll ever see you!"

"No Daddy, please!" She wailed helplessly as she flailed her arms around to no avail. "Mommy! Mommy!"

But her shrill cries held no effect on her mother, who sat in a rocking chair on their porch, holding her brother, a blank souless look in her eyes as she hummed a song to her baby boy, who remained unknowing to what was about to happen to his sister. He would remain in his own world, knowing his mother was the only constant.

"In the damn car!" He spat angrily as she was forced into the backseat. He had bashed her hand against the top of the car, causing her to squeal painfully.

"Shut up! Or I'll do it for you!"

After awhile, she was pushed out in the middle of some empty backstreet, as her father screeched at her to stay still.

Bright lights started running towards her. She was going to run, run but-

Then, WHAM! The front of the car hit her violently at a great speed, knocking her back at least a foot. Her head hit the street, and she moaned, but was soon silent.

It was all over, he thought. And he drove away, leaving her there in the rain.

After sometime, Primrose could feel herself floating on what she thought was air. Was she dead? No, she still felt very alive, maybe it was one of those near death experiences. But she could see light. Lots of light, it was blinding her, and she covered her eyes.

"Primrose," A older woman's voice said warmly from over her, "You're not supposed to be here. Yet."

"No, she's not," A younger female voice agreed, and Primrose felt like the speaker of the second voice was smiling at her.

"You'll see us again," the voices said in unison. "Be strong, child. We're watching over you; we always have been." And she could feel herself floating back down to earth.

"Steady! One, two three!" A voice cried from her left.

She could feel a whole jolt of energy surge through her body, violently awaking her. She gasped as her eyes fluttered open, and she could feel the world spinning around her. She was alive, but barely. She closed her eyes in exhaustion.

She didn't know who she had just met in the place of bright lights, but someone had saved her life.

They were close to their destination, Prue mused quietly as almost everyone in the car was sleeping. Late nights never worked out for them, did it? She smiled. She could remember nights she and her sisters had spent, watching scary movies, then falling asleep, and a few hours later, one of them waking up, screaming about a nightmare they'd just had. She really sometimes loved being the older sister. She could hide her sisterly instincts under the premise of being bossy.