Alright, people. This is my very first fic i've written so tell me wat you think. Must i do that disclaimer thing?Anyway...

Disclaimer: Er... i dont owned charmed and harry potter. i just owned the plot.

It was quiet in the manor. The Halliwells were still out at work, Wyatt is at soccer practice and Chris is home alone. He got back from his basketball practice about an hour ago and is now staring over a large, old book with a frown on his face. Frustrated, he shut the book and sat a down the old couch, kicking his legs up to a table in front of him. Chris is worried. Lately, he has been having weird dreams about a large castle and a dark figure in his dream.

What in the world could they mean? Are they premonitions or just plain normal dreams? And more importantly, why the heck am I having these dreams? thought Chris as he stare up to the ceiling. His mind drift back to his recent dream last night and shivered as he recalled it. It was scary. Red eyes gleaming evilly at him and a large circular amulet, swinging back and forth. There was something...dark... about those red eyes. And that amulet...there was something about it that scream 'power'.He could feel it in his guts. He sighed. He really needs someone to help him with this. Mom is busy with her work at P3 and Dad is working overtime at the hospital. Aunt Phoebe is balancing her life as a wife, mother and an adviser for her column. Also, Aunt Paige is at Magic School and she probably won't be back for a few days. Something about trouble in the potion class that require her attention. And Wyatt...Chris doesn't want to involved him in this. It was always Wyatt that saved his life. And gets hurt the most. He remembered last month a demon attacked the manor, it threw an energy ball at him but Wyatt jumped at the last minute and tookthe direct hit instead. Chris felt really guilty for not reacting fast enough and what's worse is that Wyatt didn't blame him for that.

"Bang" Chris jumped slightly at the sudden noise, his heartskipped abeat. "I'm home! Anyone here?" yelled a familiar voice downstairs. Chris sighed in relief. It's just Wyatt. "Yeah! I'm up here!" yelled Chris. A thundering noise filled the house as Wyatt ran up the stairs and burst opened the door. He stood there, cautiously looking around before looking at an amused Chris sitting comfortably at the couch.

"What the hell was that about?" asked Chris as he scooted over when Wyatt sat next to him.

"Nothing. Never mind," said Wyatt, then looked at him. "What about you? What are you doing up here alone?"

"Oh, nothing. Just relaxing up here, ya know," lied Chris, carefully avoiding his brother's eyes. He stood up and walked quickly towards the door. "You hungry? I'll make us something to eat," He ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was rummaging through the fridge when he heard Wyatt walked in. "There's not much here though. Hope you don't mind some peanut butter sandwich," said Chris, seeing the peanut butter out of the fridge. Just as he was about to reach for it, a hand appeared beside him and took it instead. Startled, he looked up beside him to see Wyatt's face. He smiled at him but Chris could see that he was concerned about him.

"I'll help. You get the bread, i'll get the knife," said Wyatt, placing the peanut butter on the table.

"Sure," said Chris, softly. They make their sandwich and sat down at the table, facing each other. Silenced filled the manor as the two brothers ate their sandwich. Should I tell him? thought Chris, his eyes flickered to Wyatt, who looked to be in deep thought. But if I tell him, he'll want to help and he might get hurt again. Oh...What to do? He closed his eyes. His mind is filled with so much question that he's getting a headache.

"Hey, Chris-"

"Wyatt-"

Both looked at each other and chuckled. "Never mind. What were you going to say, Chris?" asked Wyatt,the smile still on his face.

"Er..." said Chris, biting his lips. He looked down at his half-eaten sandwich. This is it. The moment of truth. Come on ,Chris, you can do this. He took a deep breath and said it all. "I've been having...dreams lately. Weird dreams." Wyatt straighten up, looking at Chris, giving him his focused attention. "It started about a few weeks ago. The first dream was about anlarge castle and a dark figure approaching it. It's always the same every night untill last night, I had a different dream. This time I saw red evil eyes staring at me and a circular amulet swinging back and forth. And that's it," Chris stared down at his sandwich before looking up at his brother. Wyatt was frowning, rubbing his chin.

"And you were up at the attic, searching for an answer," he said and Chris nodded. "And you didn't tell me this because..." he trailed off, looking at Chris.

Chris looked down, not wanting to upset him."Well...I didn't want you to get hurt," he mumbledbut apparentlyWyatt heard him.

"What!" Chris looked at him.Wyatt'sface clearly looked shocked. "Me getting hurt? I'm more worried with the fact you didn't tell me. At all. Why would you hide something as important as this?" asked Wyatt. Chris didn't answer and looked down, clearly feeling guilty about it. " Hey," Chris looked up at Wyatt, who was smiling gently at him. "This has something to do with what happened a month ago, is it?" Chris looked surprised. "How did you know?"

Wyatt smirked. "I'm your brother. I know how you think. You always feel responsible when it comes todo anything about you. Like me getting hurt for protecting you." Chris's face flushed, knowing it's the truth. "But I couldn't let you get hurt. Not ever," said Wyatt, shaking his head. Chris beamed at him. "Thanks, Wyatt, and I'm sorry for not telling you," said Chris, looking apologetically at him. Wyatt grinned and ruffled his brother's hair. "Hey!" whined Chris.

"Apology accept," said Wyatt.

A man was walking home from work, whistling happily. He can't wait to go home and tell his wife the good news. He has just been promoted and he can't wait to celebrate with his wife. Suddenly, he stopped. Frowning, he could have sworn he heard something. He stood there, waiting. 'Rustle.' There, he turned,near the bushes. The bushes was rustling and he stood there, his body tensed. The rustling became loud and...out ran a brown cat. He laughed at his stupidity and watched as the cat ran, terrified about something. Probably got scared by a stray dog, he thought. Just before he move again, the whole surrounding became icy cold. The man gasped and shivered, confused by this strange event. Suddenly, his mind was filled with voices. Voices from his painful past. Panic-stricken, he tired to run but fell. The air grew even coldly and he was shakingcontinuously. The voices grew even louder. Suddenly, he felt someone tilting his head up. He thought he was getting help but realised that this someone was somehow making the voice even more louder. He felt something clamped onto his mouth and knew no more.

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