Original Spell

Disclaimer : I don't own anyone. None of the characters including the children do I own. So , don't sue me.

Rating : T : Detailed death , frightening moments , medical terms , language , and some brief sexual implying.

Summary : There are some things they know for certain. Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Plant lavender for luck. And fall in love whenever you can.

Notes : Takes place four months after 'Kill Billie vol.1'. Piper has two sons , Wyatt , 3 , and Chris , 1. Piper and Leo are still together , Leo's not frozen. Phoebe's four months pregnant and sort of with Dex. She doesn't love him and the only reason she is still around him is because she's having his child. They aren't married. Paige is single. Henry is not in this story.

Notes 2 : When reviewing my story please tell me what I can do to make it better , things you don't agree with , things you like and things that your not sure of. One-lined reviews are not my favorite to get.

Crossover : With Practical Magic (1998 film with Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman , also one of my favorite books written by 'Alice Hoffman') If you haven't seen the movie that's perfectly alright. You don't necessarily need to.

I hope you enjoy my story. I worked rather hard on it. I warn it starts out slow , but will get better. Read on ... Let the story begin ..

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Chapter 1 - Broom Fell , Company's coming

"Good day."

"Have a nice walk and stay dry , Mr. Rogers." Sally Owens acknowledged the old man as he walked out of her botanical shop. Seeing as how she had no other customers , she slouched behind the counter and watched the man go.

The bell rang atop the door as he exited the shop , not moving very quickly due to his old age , he made it to the sidewalk and looked both ways , debating on which way to go.

"Hello Mr. Rogers. Where ye off to this morning ?" The towns paper boy stopped on his bicycle to pat the old man's shoulder.

The old man responded by hesitantly glancing over to the young lad and smiling, "Well , I , uh , stopped here at this shop to buy my wife some shampoo she likes. She enjoys the smell of the stuff , you know. " the paper boy nodded. "...Then I was going to go down to that trinket store over on Peabody street. My great granddaughters's turning six and I'd like to get her something nice." The old man adjusted his cap to be better shielded from the rain by lifting it up and turning it tilted to the side only to reveal a head full of gray hair.

Sally watched in earnest. The man had been doing the same things everyday for the past three years. The poor thing had seem to forgotten his wife had died almost ten years ago and his great granddaughter was at least 18 now.

"Well that's good Mr. Rogers. I hope you have a nice evening." The paper boy patted the old man's shoulder once more and headed into Sally's shop. Mr. Rogers looked both ways on the street once more and stepped onto the white bricks.

"Hey Adam." Sally sat up straight on her stool. "What have you got for me today ?"

"Aw , Ms. Owens. I'm afraid I'll I have for you is bills." Adam dug through the large sling bag and retrieved an off-white envelope with her address and a stamp with the golden gate bridge on it.

"Anything else I can do for you , Ms. Owens ?"

"Uh , yea. I have some outgoing mail back in the back if you'd like to get it for me." Sally replied , pointing to the white wooden door at her left.

"Mr. Rogers ! Look out !"

Sally turned to look back at the road only to notice old man Rogers standing in the middle of the road , caught in the middle of a bicycle run. Thirty bicycles swerved around him and he stood , wide eyed at the sight. Soon the bicycles passed and Mr. Rogers watched them go in relief. He smiled to himself , he knew he'd just escaped a potentially horrific experience.

"Mr. Rogers !"

Sally leaped around her counter and rushed towards the street , frightened about what was going to follow. It was going to happen , again.

Mr. Rogers turned in fear as he caught a glimpse of a woman still pointing at him despite the fact that the bicycles had disappeared. He stood there , face to face with a large loading truck. He held up his hands like he was surrendering to a battle. The loading truck's driver quickly hit the brakes but it was too late , the man had already been forced under the truck and the only thing that was left was his cap that landed atop the windshield.

"No!" Sally shouted , halting at the edge of the sidewalk . She would have checked on the man in the street if it weren't for the fact that his blood was already puddling out onto the road.

Sally brought a hand to cover her mouth that gaped in horror. Considering how fast she'd come to the scene she still had the letter locked tightly in her palm.

"Poor Mr. Rogers." A voice whispered sadly behind her. Sally peered over her shoulder to see Adam , with his arms folded behind her. "That's the third time that's happened in the past five months. Oh well." Sally scrunched her forehead.

Every time it happened it was always the same response.

Sally sighed with griefThis had to stop. She needed to call someone.

Sally wasn't above having an ulterior motive. Not when it came to a problem that she couldn't fix. This problem had been going on for months and Sally was fearful that the love spells she had been taught would not render to the vanquishing potions she might need. Sally needed more than practical magic , she needed charmed magic.

She watched as the driver of the loading vehicle dragged Mr. Rogers by his arms to the opposite side walk where he put him down and returned back to his truck. She shook her head in disappointment and in lack of understanding. 'What she needed was her cousins , they were indeed her ulterior motive...'

She needed to ask for their help. Their magical help.

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4 days later ...

She sat inside the moving vehicle. Staring out the window of the passenger side. So hot and tired she could barely think clearly. Summer nights were always so unbearable , specially now. She sighed , inhaling what little oxygen there still was. She guided her finger to the glass window and followed a rain drop with the tip of her nail. The window was cold , it felt nice.

"Are you okay ?" Piper asked. She glanced over at her younger sister when she pulled up next to a big truck and waited for the light to change green.

"Yes." She answered in such a tone that was soft and sounded like she was about to burst into rain drops herself. "It's raining."

"Nah uh. She's thinking again." Paige exhaled loudly , taking her ear phones off of her ears and clicking the 'off' button on her cd player. "She's been staring off like that for an hour now."

"I have not , and I'm not thinking about anything." Phoebe retracted her finger from the window and shoved her hand into her lap. She licked her lips and forwarded her eyes to the view ahead of her. "Green light."

The car was once again in motion and Piper felt even more worried than she did before. "Are you sure your alright ? Sweetie , you don't look so good." Piper also felt that her younger sister hadn't been having the best of week. She had seen her sister in many ruts before but never like this. Never in such a mess that she ignored almost anything that would give her joy. Not now at least.

"I'm fine."

"Hey , do we have anymore juice boxes ?" Paige unbuckled her seat belt , flew over the seat and opened up the cooler. She dug through it but could only find empty potion bottles.

"Nope. You drank the last one somewhere along the Texas border." Piper answered hesitantly, each chance she got she would casually look over to her sister. She sat so wearily that it broke Piper's heart in two.

"Aw. Piper , that was two days ago." Paige whined , dropping back down onto the seat. "You suck." She pouted her lips while folding her arms. She for one did not enjoy long road trips. They were both a waste of time and too normal for her sake. She didn't see the point of driving from west coast to east coast when they could have easily just orbed. She had complained to Piper but to no avail.

"Sorry." Piper rolled her eyes. "Bringing juice boxes was not my main concern."

"Obviously junk food wasn't either." Paige stuck her tongue out. She was sitting on Piper's side in the back. "I'm bored. Wanna sing car tunes ?"

"Not really."

"Paige , why don't you wake up Billie ?" Phoebe suggested , moving in her seat , her voice very tiny and now sounding partly aggravated. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and made a noise. She was so exhausted.

"She's still asleep." Paige poked the blonde girl curled up next to her. Billie groaned in her slumber and scrunched her forehead. Paige laughed and repeated her poke only to get a smack on the leg. "Ouch. Fine then."

Phoebe groaned , her headache was forming. She couldn't bare to hear them anymore , leaning to the side she adjusted the radio . It was at a volume just above minimized but it covered their voices none the less. So loud. It was raining , and it was ...'So loud...'