"Demons and Wizards"
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Five: Onlooker
Author's Note: I made an error, the two previous chapters updated are chapters Three and Four, though they say Four and Five. Thank you.
The next week had been hell for the witches. Everyone was paranoid about Lavender's death, and even the teachers were stumped. A fact that scared the wizards at the school. Damien, Maria and Chris however were working overtime with Wyatt to figure out the hidden meaning in Death's message. They had decided not to tell their parents about their encounter in fear that they would be upset for conjuring such a high force such as the Angel of Death.
The three witches were overloaded with their homework, for neglect was high. No one had any interest in doing the work, all they had on their mind was Lavender. Her best friend, Parvati had taken it the worse and was placed in some hospital St. Mungo's after an apparent suicide attempt. It was frustrating for the Charmed offspring, because for once they were powerless, unable to use their magic to aid the investigation. All were sleep deprived because only in the depths of night were they able to research.
Wyatt had it rough. He had to orb back and forth to the real world, or as these wizards called, the 'muggle' world. He had to train with Excalibur daily with the Elders, he had to check on the house, and he had two charges to deal with. Wyatt was given two young witches to watch out for when he turned eighteen. Alicia Stones, a sixteen year old witch in Portland, Oregon with the power of transmogrification, and was currently Wyatt's girlfriend. The other charge was a much younger witch: thirteen year old Linda Gaines, a powerful witch with the power of mental suggestion (Rex's power in 1.10 Wicca Envy). Not to mention, nightly sessions with his dad to develop the Healing Touch as a power, so he can heal his charges, not that they were demon hunting much at such young ages.
Chris had been thrown into a relationship with Hermione, which was blooming so rapidly, it was hard to keep up with what they were doing each day. Ron and Harry both threatened Chris with their whole macho, "break her heart, we break your balls" talk, which actually had Chris afraid. He had read about all these spells and charms they could perform on him.
Damien was in demonic overload. He was being badgered by his mother concerning his well-being because his demonic powers were taking precedence over his witchly ones. She was concerned his senses were growing at an alarmingly fast rate. Damien shrugged it off as normal. Although, every other night he would flame to Jamie, and see his boyfriend, a person he trusted more than anyone.
Maria's life at Hogwarts was characterized by long periods of sleep to rest off the emotions of the fellow students, everyone was feeling the aftermath of Lavender's death, except a group of Slytherins. In her first day, she was warned by Hermione to stay away from them, they were evil. Hermione had no idea what evil was, Maria thought to herself.
The Gryffindor sixth years just entered their potions classroom. Hermione and Chris sat next to each other, as did Harry and Ron. Damien rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but feel that they didn't like him. He sat next to Maria, who was flirting with a Slytherin from across the room. A Slytherin, Damien recognized as Draco Malfoy.
"Today, we won't be making potions. As much as that may dismay you. However, you will be learning. Open your notebooks and write this down. Wicca. W-I-C-C-A, for those of you who are spelling impaired."
Damien and Maria quickly locked eyes, as Chris remained unphased.
"Who can tell me where Wicca comes from?" he asked in his slummy voice.
Hermione was quick to raise her hand. "Miss Granger?"
"Wicca comes from the Anglo-Saxon word wicce, meaning 'wise one, a seer, or a shaman."
Damien and Maria looked at each other, neither knew that fact.
"Very well, and what exactly is Wicca?" Snape commanded with an elegance only he could muster. Maria dared to raise her hand.
"Miss Halliwell, do enlighten us."
"Wicca is a religion, based upon Mother Earth and other deities. Practitioners call themselves Witches."
"Excuse me, Professor Snape?" the blonde haired Slytherin asked.
"Yes, Mister Malfoy?"
"If practitioners of Wicca are witches, then how come we don't follow the same rules? You know as wizards and witches?"
"Good point. Anyone have an answer?" Snape was being unnaturally nice this day.
"Witches in the Wiccan world, are both male and female. Here, men are called wizards and women are called witches." Damien said without raising his hand.
"Five points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn." Snape said as he returned to the lesson. The rest of class was filled with questions and boring facts. Thankfully Snape didn't stray down the path of Power Witches, or witches like themselves who have real magic and powers and have a duty to protect the innocents.
"Damien, you know that Snape takes points away when you don't raise your hand! Why did you do that!" Ron scolded.
"Sorry, it's no big deal is it?" Damien countered.
"Yes it is! Those thirty points were the difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin! Now we've been dropped to second place, and they are ahead now." Harry said.
"Look, Damien didn't know. It's no big deal, we can get points back." Maria said in her cousins defense.
"Whatever." Ron and Harry murmured and turned around and headed away.
"Damien, don't worry about them." Maria said soothingly, knowing that Damien was getting upset.
"Look, Harry forgot his quill." Damien pointed to a quill on the ground, the initials HP on it. Maria bent down and picked it up, and was pulled into a premonition.
Quickly recognizing Maria's strained look, he asked, "What did you see?" after she had opened her eyes.
"I saw the next fire." she said as her eyes met his.
"It's some boy, he looked around twelve."
"A second year. What robes was he wearing?" Damien asked.
"What do you mean?" Maria asked stupidly.
"What color were his robes."
"Uhm, Hello? Maria-TV is black and white!" she said making gesticulations.
"Oh, uhm, what animal was on his chest?" Damien asked pointed to the lion on his robes.
"Oh, why didn't you just ask that? It looked like a kitty cat." she smiled.
"Maria, kitty cat? What are you, three?"
"Shut up. It looked like a cat."
"Hufflepuff, maybe?"
"Yeah." she said.
"That would be a badger. But why would you have a vision of this boy dying if it was Harry's quill?"
"You don't think that maybe he's the killer, do you?" Maria whispered as a group of third year Ravenclaws passed by.
"I don't know. But I do know we're about to be late for Charms." Damien said, as he checked the hall around him. "Last one there does the other's potions homework."
"Agreed." Maria said as she disappeared in a swirl of lights, and he in a roaring flame.
"Interesting." said a voice from the dark corner of the hallway. His eyes flashes with malice as he ran off.
The two appeared at the Charms classroom at the exact same time.
"Draw." Maria said as she and Damien quietly entered the classroom trying not to attract attention to themselves.
"Excuse me Professor, Damien and Maria are late." a voice spoke to Professor Flitwick.
"My my, I see. Mr. Halliwell-Turner and Miss Halliwell will serve a detention tomorrow evening at six." he said as he marked down on a piece of parchment paper.
"Look at me at any point during this class, I will kill you." Damien said threateningly to the speaker, who rated on his cousin and himself. Ron looked away, scared.
"Damien, no need to be so demonic." Maria whispered.
"It's in my blood." he laughed, as did she.
As Flitwick continued to teach the class, Maria whispered to Chris, who was once again sitting next to Hermione. Chris turned around aggravated. "What!"
"I had a premonition. Someone is going to die tonight."
"Where?" he asked.
"The place where we found Lavender." she whispered quietly.
"Okay, how did you get the vision. What were you touching?"
Hoping he wouldn't ask that question, she had no choice. "Harry's quill."
"You lie."
"Like hell I would lie about innocent!" Maria said sternly.
"You and Damien think he's going to do it don't you!" he whispered angrily.
"No. I can't explain why I would get such a vision on that particular item! I can't control it. I was meant to see this happen, and if that means that Harry has something to do with it, so help me God, I'll stop him."
"You and Damien don't even give them a chance." Chris spoke angrily.
"They don't like us." Damien threw in, as he was listening to the conversation.
"Stick it, Damien." Chris said.
"Chris, don't make me mad." Damien said.
"You know what! You are on your own tonight. So you two can see for yourselves that Harry has nothing to do with this murder."
"Geez, since when did you and Harry get so close? You two dating now?" Damien made fun of Chris.
"No, dating me is your job, fag." Chris roared in a whisper, which he immediately regretted saying and felt horrible for doing so. Damien slammed his books closed and got up. He pulled his robes off, and tie, and just marched away. He was done.
"Mr. Halliwell-Turner, come back here now!" the teacher roared.
"Shut up midget." Damien said in a purely sadistic demonic tone. "I'm done with this school." he was out the door. Once in the hallway, he flamed out. Away from Hogwarts and away from his cousin.
"Look what you did!" Maria said to Chris as he looked way. She too stood up and ran after her cousin. Once she was in the hallway, she orbed away.
"Cousins fighting. How sweet." that same strange voice spoke from the corner. His eyes black as night staring at where Maria's orbs once swirled.
"I'll get you." he said before disappearing himself.
I know it's shorter than most, but I was pleased with what I had so far. I hope no one was offended by Chris' use of the word, 'fag'. I'm gay, so don't think I am at all homophobic. Updates will come soon, I hope you all enjoyed! Review!