A/N: This is a re post cause I'm in the mood to re post it. Let's hope I finish it this time... like my other fics lol Oh, bite me. I'll get to them later. Next year, maybe?

disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. I have good taste.

A/N: I wrote this when season 7 came out. So keep that in mind.

Title: Skeletons In The Attic.

Summery: Future-fic. A 17-year-old Chris finds himself alone all weekend in Manor, and accidentally discovers a secret.

Chapter 1: What goes bump in the night.

"You know mom, is just going to be for one weekend." Chris reassured his mother yet again.

"I know, I know," Piper nodded stalling, "but, What are you going to do for food?"

"The fridge is full and there's always take out." Chris started to push his mother to the door, as it now seemed like the only way to get her to actually move. "Dad is waiting in the car, you better-"

"Can't you go stay with Paige?" Piper tried one more time.

"Um, let me think about that again. No. Aunt Paige is busy with the school, you know it has been hectic since the Troll incident."

"What about Phoebe?"

Chris shook his head. "You know Melinda wanted to go camping with her."

"They said you could go."

"No, Aunt Phoebe said I could go, Melinda didn't want me there."

"Maybe your brother could comeback from Boston-"

"Mom..." Chris took a deep breath and 'escorted' Piper to the porch, where they could see Leo patiently waiting in the car. "Unless you want Wyatt to live with you forever, and I'm pretty sure that you do, you will not, I repeat not call him. You know how much that college meeting means to him. And I'm 17. I think I can handle being alone for 3 days."

"2 and a haft days." Piper corrected it to a way she felt more comfortable with.

"It will be 2 if you don't leave now," Chris pushed his mom towards the steps, "So have a good time at your business meeting in LA. I promise the house will still be here when you comeback."

"I'm going, I'm going," Piper started to walked to the car, "Call us if anything goes wrong."

"I will." Chris said a little annoyed by now. Piper finally got in the car and they left.

Finally.

Chris had never been in the Manor alone. Ever since he could remember, the house had at least someone around when he was there. His two aunts used to live with them, so the house was always crowded. But now, the whole place was his till Monday. The first thing to do was to crank up the music out loud. His father always complained about how loud it always was. He obviously was 90 year old, even if he did look 50. Second thing on his list was to pig out, with junk food. And finally, parade around the house in his underwear.

Chris knew that more normal kids would throw a party or something. But he was not a normal kid. Besides, inviting someone at the Manor was risky. You never knew what could happen.

After the pizza arrive, Chris installed himself in the couch. He grabbed a slice and began to channel surf. "Boring. Boring. Crap. Boring. Ugh, WB. Boring. Ah, scary movie. Excellent." He got up to shut the light to get the perfect mood for a scary movie and then said back in the perfect relaxed position. He munched on the pizza slices as he followed the plot. Some teenagers were going camping or something and got stuck in a haunted house. It was not the best cinematic work there was, but it was certainly entertaining for a guy who's actually seen ghosts.

Much later that night, Chris found himself waking up on the couch, half-eaten pizza sitting on the coffee table and an infomercial on the TV. What time was it? He groggily got up and looked for the old grandfather clock, which was hard with so little lighting in the room. When he finally found ithe saw it was past 1. He grabbed the pizza box and put it in the fridge. He gave a big yawn as he walked lazily to the stairs. He was about to take the first step when a faint sound startled him. He looked around. "It's probably just the wind." He told himself.

Thump.

"Or maybe not." Chris stood still for a moment, trying to find a logical explanation. It's an old house. It's probably the wind. It's only-

Thump. Thump.

An evil flesh eating demon! Chris quickly ran up the stairs, bumping into almost everything there was in the upstairs hallway. "Why didn't I turn on the lights?" He muttered to himself as he searched for his room in the dark. After almost falling on his face, Chris realized he was being silly. He's actually seen demons. They don't go for the scare they go for the kill. And if he couldn't find his room, why not jus orb there?

He was about to, but after getting up, he saw he was in front of his bedroom door. "Wyatt would be laughing his ass off right now." He said to himself as he opened the door to his room. He turned the lights off, to assure his mind there were in fact no demons in sight. He turned them off again and made his way to bed. It was his first time alone in the house. Things like this were bound to happen. Nothing to worry about.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Chris felt the sound was louder now that he was upstairs. It sounded like something right outside his door. He slowly made his way back to the door, careful not to make to much noise so he could hear better.

Thump. Thump.

He finally realized the sound was coming from the attic. Maybe there was a window opened. He walked in the hall to get a better hear. But something was wrong. The temperature had change suddenly. It was very cold. Chris was about to go back to his room for a blanket when-

"Christopher..." The voice was but a whisper, but if was more than enough to send Chris running back to his bed. "Christopher..." The voice boomed again.

Chris used his powers to shut the door and buried himself in the covers. He thought he could ignore it until it went away. He close his eyes hard and pretended he could not hear a thing.

... He found himself alone in a dark room. A woman suddenly was standing in front of him. She looked familiar "Christopher... the Book of Shadows..." She told him as her face started to fade...

Chris woke in bed, panting heavily. The morning sun had seen to watch all the spookiness last night had to offer. Chris wondered what that dream meant. Maybe he should in the book of Shadows.

To be continued...