A/N: Hey guys, sorry I haven't added another chapter in a while, I'm a bit spazzy when it comes to this, man, I haven't edited this story in ages!!! I've kind of gotten obsessed with Supernatural instead of my Harry Potter fixation, I have to say, I'm kind of over HP, and no it's not the books before anyone asks, It's the movies.

Daniel Radcliffe makes me want to claw my own eyes out. I don't know why, believe me I have no Idea. I think it could have something to do with the nude picture I was forced to see just before the fifth movie opened here in NZ but I think it's more to do with the fact that to me, he's never really been Harry.

I have no problem with Emma, or Rupert, or even Tom. They do a great job of playing their respective characters but, meh, my own personal opinion. Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalacki on the other hand… mmmm…. *drools*

Any Who, just letting you know I've re-edited the story and yeah, no more eye-bleeding walls of text… I hope.

Chapter title is a song by Daughtry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, or the world in which he resides, which believe me is a good thing. I Don't own the world of Charmed either, which is another good thing, believe me.

I also do not own any, or all for that matter, of the music that may or may not randomly pop up during chapters. I just listen and in most cases enjoy.

A Charmed Tournament

Chapter One: You Don't Belong

"Piper, get your Arse down here!" a Mans voice yelled from the bottom floor of the old villa.

"Coming Mack!" called a slim, pretty brunette woman from the upstairs hallway.

A 14 year old girl laid awake in her bed, her blue eyes wide as she heard her mother descend the main stairs slowly, heading towards the mans voice.

Pixie Halliwell squeezed her eyes shut as her mother hurried down the stairs to her step-father. Pixie winced as she heard the unmistakable sounds of Pixie's mother hitting the floor as her husband struck her.

It was nine o'clock and it was pitch black outside of the family home that had slowly become a prison for Pixie and her Mother and brothers. 'That's it!' thought Pixie 'I can't take it anymore, this is the last time he will ever hit my mom!' Pixie pulled back her covers and quickly but silently got changed into a pair of faded, holey blue jeans and a midnight blue tank top.

Pixie crept silently out of her bedroom and down the stairs. She entered the living room doorway just in time to see her mother get thrown across the room by a punch in the face from her drunk step-father.

Pixie stood up straight and stepped into the room. "What do you want, you little slut?" asked her step-father with spittle sliding down his chin. Pixie grimaced but said in a cool, calm but surprisingly strong voice, "take one more step and I will blow off your family jewels."

He looked surprised for a moment before her step-father grinned and said, "you can't that's your mothers power not yours sweetheart, you only have the powers your father gave you. Stupid, half-breed" Pixie's face turned crimson. "Actually I thought the fact that I have all the powers ever possessed by our bloodline and more was common knowledge. Shows how much you know doesn't it?" she smirked as she saw Mack's mouth drop open.

"You-your lying it's not true. I know what I'm talking about" he grinned stupidly, "whatever you say Mack, but if you want some proof then I'll only be too happy to show you some". Pixie grinned and then flicked her wrists making him fly into the wall behind him. "How's that for proof asshole?" asked Pixie.

"Perfect, then I know exactly what power to use on you, sweetheart," said Mack raising his hands and shooting an energy ball at Pixie's stomach. Pixie shook her head and flicked her wrists causing an invisible shield to fly up that dissolved the energy ball. "What the...?" trailed off Mack.

"Now Mack, I suggest that you pack your things and don't ever come near our family again. Tomorrow we will be gone but, don't think your off the hook I want you out of our home and gone. We are leaving for London tomorrow and if you come within thirteen feet of any member of my family I will incapacitate you to the extent where you never wake up. Got it?" asked Pixie with force while lifting him into the air and pinning him to the wall with her powers.

Mack nodded a dumb reply. Pixie let him go then as he stood up she punched him hard in the face and he fell unconscious to the floor. "Prick" muttered Pixie. Pixie turned to her mother. Her breathing was heavy, she hadn't used that many powers at once in a while. "Wyatt!" she yelled for her oldest brother, he knew what to do. A tall blonde boy around the age of 17, appeared in a bunch of glowing blue orbs.

He quickly ran to Pixie and their Mom. "What happened?" he asked worriedly. "What do you think, that asshole got wasted again and started hitting her," replied Pixie sharply. "God dammit! I knew I shouldn't have left you guys alone with him," he yelled. He placed his palm on his mothers forehead, his hand glowing with a warm golden light.

Their mother woke up, blinking her eyes blearily, "wha- what happened, where's Mack? He didn't hurt you did he?" She asked worriedly, looking over her two children. "We're fine mom, jesus, why didn't you call me for help when he started drinking?" Fumed Wyatt. Pixie shook her head, "can we save the domestics, till a bit later, we need to pack," she said emphatically.

"What do you mean?" asked her mom, Piper. "Mom, just trust me, go pack your stuff," said Pixie helping her to her feet. After her mother made her way upstairs she called out again, this time for her slightly younger, older brother, "Chris?"

Another set of blue lights appeared and a handsome guy, around 15 or so appeared, he had dark brown, almost black hair and the same startling blue eyes of their father. All three children had them. "What happened? Whoah, who kicked Mack's ass, and why didn't anybody let me know?" he asked slightly put out. Pixie rolled her pretty blue eyes and sighed, "just go pack your crap, both of you, We're going to London." They looked confused. "We are?" they asked together. "Yeah, we are," and for the first time that night, and the first time in the past three months, she smiled.

Thirty minutes later, the family of four disappeared from their home in a flash of blue and reappeared, an ocean away, in a dank dark alleyway beside a very understated Bar and inn, called The Leaky Cauldron.

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"Excuse me sir, but are you the innkeeper?" asked Pixie, in a very sweet voice to the man standing at the bar. "Yes, ma'am I am, what can I do for you today?" asked the man behind the counter, he was hunchbacked and bald, and obviously had bad oral hygiene, but he was polite.

"Well, we need a room for a few days but we don't have the money yet, we still have to go to Gringotts, I was wondering whether you could give us the key to a room so we can put our things in there before we go to Diagon alley?" asked Pixie expertly fluttering her eyelashes in a way that most people couldn't resist doing what she asked of them.

"Well, I guess I could do that but you'll have to get me the money before twelve, noon. It's nine o'clock now so you have a few hours. Here you go, and when you're ready to venture into Diagon alley give me a call and I'll show you the way" said Tom handing Pixie a key and showing her a toothless grin.

"Thank you ever so much," said Pixie giving him a smile of her own and heading towards the staircase. "Nice Pixie!" exclaimed her brother, Chris, as they headed down the dark hallway, to their room. "No problem," said Pixie grinning. The foursome put their entire luggage into their room and Pixie pulled out her handbag and her iPod and they headed downstairs.

"So remind me again why we're here?" asked Wyatt as the family headed down the stairs. "Well besides the fact that we're a fair distance from Mack and that is always a good thing, you remember those letters you said were bogus and threw away?" both boys gave her blank looks. "The ones about the wizarding school here, called Hogwarts?" she tried to jump their memory. "Oh, yeah, I remember, what a load of bull," said Chris snorting.

"Well, I wrote them back asking them if they were high, and they replied with a letter that told me to come here and see the wizarding world for myself, they told me how to find this place, and how to find the things we'd need. And well, I figured, if it wasn't real we could just hang out here for a while on holiday," she shrugged. The other three stared at her weirdly. "What?" she asked impatient. "how are we even related to you you retard?" asked Wyatt shaking his head. "Bite me," she replied before walking down the rest of the stairs.

"Hello again. Could you please show us into Diagon Alley so I can get you the money?" asked Pixie. "Of course, my dear, right this way," he said leading them out the back door and out into a small court-yard with a brick wall. Tom pulled out his wand and approached the brick wall and tapped it a bit before it began to move and form an archway into a slightly empty cobbled street. "Thank you so much sir," said Pixie as she led her family into the cobblestone street. "Follow me everyone," said Pixie as she led them down the street and into a large white building at the end of the road.

Pixie walked inside and towards one of the goblins behind the desks and said politely, "hello, I'm Pixie Halliwell, and I believe that we have an account here and I would like to withdraw some money, thank you," the goblin behind the desk considered her for a moment before saying, "you do have an account here but there was a word password placed on it a while ago, the person who placed the password was a miss, Prue Halliwell.

I believe she said that only the real Pixie Halliwell will know what it was. The password is supposedly Miss Prue Halliwells, favourite song in her childhood," the goblin looked expectantly at Pixie.

Pixie smiled and replied quickly, "that's an easy one, Somewhere over the Rainbow, is the password," the goblin nodded and asked, "how much galleons shall be withdrawn?" Pixie thought for a second, "eight hundred, please," the goblin nodded and came back a little while later with the gold and Pixie divvied it up between the three and a small amount for the room.

"Thank you for your help," Pixie smiled to the goblin who merely glared and walked away. Pixie shrugged her shoulders and said, "come on we have to get wands," the group left and they walked around for a bit until Pixie found a dusty old shop with peeling letters that read, 'OLIVANDERS: makers of fine wands since 1845'.

Pixie and the rest walked into the shop and Pixie told her brothers to go before her before calling out into the back of the shop, "Hello? Mr. Olivander?" there was a rattle before a slightly harried looking old wizard came out. "Yes? How can I help you?" he asked, the group looked at each other before saying, "we need wands." Pixie pointed to Wyatt, Chris and then herself.

The old wizard nodded before saying, "oldest first then, now which is your wand arm?" Wyatt looked confused before saying, "my right, I think," Mr. Olivander nodded and headed into the stack of wands and pulled down a blue velvet case which contained a beautiful wand. "Oak, Unicorn tail hair, 9 and 3/4 inches, give it a wave," Wyatt did as he was asked and as soon as he did blue and silver sparks shot out of the end of it, "Very well, next," Chris stood up and he was presented with a long thin, purple box which contained another wonderful wand.

"Cherry, also unicorn hair, 10 and a 1/2 inches, good for charms, give it a wave!" Chris did as he was told and purple and silver sparks shot out of the end of it. "Cool!" he exclaimed. Mr. Olivander didn't look pleased, "yes, okay last one," Pixie stood up and motioned that her wand arm was her right arm. Mr. Olivander considered her for a moment before heading into the back and coming out with a dusty, pale blue box with a well made wand inside it.

"Ash, hair of a veela, 11 and a 1/2 inches, good for, well, the dark arts, go ahead try it," Pixie did as she was told but she still raised an eyebrow questioningly, she gave it a wave and she was immediately washed with a feeling of darkness and coldness, she dropped the wand in surprise and shivered.

"I don't think that wand is for me," Mr. Olivander smiled and picked it up, "good, here we go," he said handing her another wand out of a pale red colored box, "try this," Pixie took the wand and gave it a wave, it worked beautifully but it just wasn't for her. "Maybe this, Cypress, unusual combination of unicorn hair and phoenix feather, very powerful, 10 inches," Pixie tried it and was surprised to find that it emitted gold and scarlet sparks.

"Ah, a regular Gryffindor here," he smiled, "the phoenix tail feather that came from this wand came from Godric Gryffindors Phoenix itself, so you must be a very powerful witch, brave, and also very pure of heart, but I got that impression as soon as you dropped the first wand I gave you. All up that will be..." he added it up on the till, "25 galleons and 5 sickles," Pixie handed over the money and they all left.

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A/N: This is not my favorite HP story by far, I don't even know if I think I'll continue but, maybe I will, at the moment I'm just going through and re-formatting a couple of the chapters, purely just because they aren't so nicely formatted on this site.

I think I'll be posting my Phoenix Stone, story up on this site at some point, at the moment it is only posted on Quizilla but, they keep altering their damn layout and stuff, and I think I actually get more reads on this site, so I'll see.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it, I did alter some of the scenes as well, I cut out some unneeded stuff and re-described a couple things, I did write this when I was like 14 and I'm now almost 19 so, it's been a while and hopefully it's slightly easier to read!

Reviews help me to figure out if there's something wrong with it, so let me know, and thanks to those who let me know the formatting was off!!