Chapter 1

"Piper, please think about this," Leo Wyatt begged. He watched his wife frantically flip through the ancient, leather bound volume that was the Book Of Shadows.

"There's nothing to think about," Piper replied harshly.

"You can't do this," Leo said.

Piper looked up from the book to glance at Leo. Her usually smooth, shiny hair now hung limp and greasy. Her normally clear complexion was blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy with fatigue and the countless number of times she had cried in the past week.

"Leo, magic took my mom, and now my two sisters. I have every right to give it up." Piper's voice cracked, and a fresh set of tears threatened to spill over, but she refused to let them. "You're either with me," Piper paused, " or you can leave."

"Honey, of course I'm with you." Leo wrapped his wife in a comforting hug.

Piper breathed in Leo's scent, allowing herself to be comforted. But only for a moment. She pulled away and continued searching the book. She stopped when she came to the spell she was looking for.

"The relinquishment spell," Piper murmured. "It's back." A few years earlier, Piper and her sisters ripped the page with the spell out, but somehow it had reappeared.

"Are you sure about this?" Leo asked.

Piper took a deep, steadying breath. "Positive."

From whence they came,

Return them now,

Banish my words,

Banish my powers.

Piper gasped as bright, white orbs shot from her body. The orbs swirled around the air and them were gone. Piper was a witch no longer.

A year later, a thirty-year-old Piper lay on a hospital bed, her long hair stuck to her neck.

"One more push Mrs Halliwell," the midwife urged.

With a final scream, Piper and Leo's baby was pushed into the world.

"You have a healthy baby girl." The midwife handed Piper her baby.

"Prudence Phoebe Halliwell – Wyatt," Piper whispered. "She's amazing." Piper kissed her new daughter's button nose.

"She is beautiful," Leo said in awe.

Piper smiled wistfully and thought how proud her sisters would be.

A year later Piper lay in the same hospital, cradling her new baby.

"What's her name?" the midwife asked.

"Paris Patricia Halliwell – Wyatt," Piper replied proudly, gazing down at her new baby.

"She looks just like her daddy. Don't you sweetie," Leo cooed, kissing his baby's forehead.

Two years later Piper waddled into the living room, where Leo was playing with Prue and Paris.

"How are my favourite girls?" she asked, lowering herself down on the sofa. Being nine months pregnant and looking after two young children was not easy. She was just thankful she had relinquished her magic, other wise her daughters would also be Charmed.

"Ow!" she gasped, as a wave of pain hit her.

"What is it?" Leo asked.

"Contraction," Piper replied.

"Right, I'll drop the kids of next door and orb you to the hospital.

"No. No magic," Piper insisted.

"I think the baby's coming right now," Leo said.

"Mommy?" Prue toddled over to her mother, a curious expression on her face.

"Honey, can you keep Mommy company while I use the phone?" Leo asked.

"O.K Daddy." Prue turned to her younger sister. "Da baby comin' Paris!"

In response Paris gurgled and rattled the locked door of her playpen.

"The midwife's on her way," Leo panted, skidding on the living room floor.

Piper screamed and clutched her stomach. "I don't thing there's time."

Leo knelt down in front of her. "You're right, it's got a head."

"Thank God," Piper replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"One more push honey," Leo said.

"Piper's screams were joined with a new set of lungs as she pushed her baby into the world.

"It's a girl!" Tears fell from Leo's eyes.

"Hello Patience Penelope Halliwell- Wyatt," Piper said, kissing her daughter's cheek.