Demons and Wizards
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Eight: Demonic Intervention
The passed out bodies of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley lay on the sofa of the Dwelling. Leo Wyatt was bent over Wyatt and Maria, healing them.
Phoebe Halliwell was off fetching Professor Dumbledore to alert him of the body and the nights events. Paige Matthews-Halliwell was Up There, conversing with the Elders about what had happened, and if they had any leads. Piper Halliwell had her youngest son, and nephew in a corner of the room, where she was yelling at them.
"You used your powers on them! How can you be so stupid, I would expect this from novice witch not the children of the Charmed Ones!" she yelled, her eyes fierce with anger.
"Mom, we had no choice. They attacked us, and Dumbledore said that we could use our powers for defense reasons." Chris said to his mother, afraid to yell.
"I don't care what he said! You could have killed them when you threw them into a wall, damn it, Chris, are you that irresponsible, or that plain stupid?" Piper flipped.
"Aunt Piper, I think we need to focus on the situation at hand, they know about us, and we need to explain to them about who we are, and what we are here to do." Damien finally spoke up.
"I think, Mr. Halliwell-Turner is correct." a voice spoke, and Piper turned around to see Professor Dumbledore standing in the doorway with Phoebe.
"Leo, revive the three wizards if you will." he dictated, and Leo did as he was told. Maria and Wyatt were awake now.
"What's going on?" Maria asked groggily.
"We have to tell them about us." Chris told his cousin.
"That's one conversation I'm not so eager to have." she said, as she stood up.
"You think any of us are?" Damien said, as Harry stirred awake.
Forty Minutes Later...
"So now you know that as long as there have been demons, there have been witches, persons blessed with the powers of magic and driven to protect the innocent from the clutches of evil. Us." Piper finished telling Hermione, Ron and Harry. She started with Melinda Warren and worked her way forward in time, taking time to explain them about their powers, destiny and even Prue.
"So let me get this straight. You, Piper, can freeze time, and blow objects up? Phoebe, you can see the future, levitate and feel emotions? Paige, you move things with your mind and that light thingy right?" Hermione summed up.
"Orbing, yes." Paige responded.
"So what do they do?" Ron pointed at the four children.
"I orb, create forcefields, freeze time, telekinetic orbing, like Aunt Paige, and heal." Wyatt responded.
"I move things with my mind, blow objects up and orb." Chris said, matching eyes with his hopefully still girlfriend.
"I levitate, create energy balls and can flame in and out of places, like orbing." Damien responded as he flamed from in front of the three to behind the three.
"I can see the future, feel emotions and orb." Maria spoke softly.
"I don't understand why there are two worlds of magic. I mean if we all practice magic, how come we all don't have these powers, or why we don't all use wands." Hermione spoke up.
"I don't think anyone does." Leo answered. "All we know is that these two worlds exist and it is critical that you don't tell of us to anyone."
"We understand." Harry answered, followed by nods from Ron and Hermione.
"I think it be best if you six return to the dormitory. Get some sleep, you have classes tomorrow." Dumbledore spoke, and the six stood up and went to go to the common room.
"Mr. Halliwell-Turner, if you would kindly stay behind. I would like to speak with you and your mother." the old wizard spoke, and Damien stopped and stared. He knew what this was about, his mother didn't. He could tell by her confused look.
The five continued onwards, and Damien remained. "If you'll excuse us." Dumbledore spoke to Piper and Leo. The two nodded and orbed out.
"Damien, Professor Flitwick came to me today and told me that you left class abruptly, and called him a midget, and also told him to shut up. Is this true?"
Phoebe's eyes bulged as she stared at her son. Her son, the respectable one, the dependable one.
"Yes." Damien answered without looking up.
"Damien Cole Halliwell-Turner! Why would you do something like that!" she scolded.
"It's more than that, Mom. When we were down in the dungeon, Maria got a premonition from Harry's quill about the attack. In Charms, we tried to convince Chris about it, but he accused us of lying and he called me a fag." Damien looked at his mother, and he saw her face change to pain for her son.
"He called you a cigarette?" Dumbledore questioned confused.
"No, in America, a fag is a derogatory word for a male homosexual. My son is gay, Albus." Phoebe said confidently and proudly.
"Oh. I understand." Albus spoke, rather weirdly. Phoebe got a sense that he was uncomfortable.
"I'm really sorry about what happened. I promise, I will never act like that again." Damien pleaded.
"I trust you, however, it questions our fears about you. The teachers and even I are concerned about your demon half."
"For one, my demonic side is not your concern nor your business, and I am in complete control of it. I have anger, as does everyone, and for you to imply that my demonic side is stronger than my human side is rather insulting. Not every out of character thing I do is because of my paternal lineage." Damien said.
"You will have to serve a detention with Professor Flitwick, next Tuesday at ten pm." Albus said before leaving the room. Phoebe turned to her son.
"Damien, he is right you know. You have been getting more and more violent."
"Mom, I don't need this from you too! You know, this wouldn't be a problem if you would only let me see Dad once and a while. He could help me, suppress this being within me, but No, he's too dangerous because he's the Source of All Evil. What about me, Mom? Wyatt and Chris see their Dad even though he is an Elder. Maria sees her dad three times a month, and I see Dad at least once a year, on my birthday! Other than that, I haven't seen my Dad, I don't even know if I really have one anymore."
"Damien, lower your voice. I understand, I didn't see my Dad much growing up."
"Yeah, but your Dad wasn't afraid of you."
"What do you mean?"
"Dad told me last birthday, that he was afraid to see me because he is worried that you, Aunt Piper and Aunt Paige will vanquish him. Also, he is afraid that I will vanquish him."
"You should know that we will never vanquish him." Phoebe reassured her son.
"Why, because you know that when he dies that his powers come to me and I become the Source, good or not."
"How do you know about that."
"Dad told me. He also told me that you knew that one day, I will be the Source, no matter what. That it was my destiny as told to you by the Elders when I was born. How could you lie to me like that?"
"I didn't want you to know about what will happen when Dad dies. I am trying to protect to you."
"Yeah, well you can't. Remember Mom, I can be vanquished. Remember that." and with that he flamed out, angry.
Phoebe started to cry. She stared at the fire and chanted: "I call upon the force of fire, bring the one that I desire." There was a blast of flames, and he appeared.
"What the hell do you want? I was busy." he spoke.
"Cole, you had no right to tell Damien about what the Elders told us."
"He's my son, and I thought he deserved the right to know."
"Yeah well, guess what? Not your call, it's mine as his mother."
"Yeah, well mother's shouldn't lie."
"You son of a bitch. I should have vanquished you." she sneered.
"Which time?" he laughed.
"The first time, instead I let my love get in the way."
"Shut up, Phoebe." Cole yelled as he came closer to her. She started to back away scared, when he reached forward and did it. He kissed her.
And she kissed back.