A/N: Wow, I was just looking at my stories, and realised how long it has been since I have updated, so to start with I'm extremely sorry, as I have had this chapter planned for a while now. I don't really have any excuse for delaying with my updates, but to be fair, I used to write my stories during my Math lessons with my best friend, Erin, but because of my G.C.S.E's I have been focusing much more on the Math, also the coursework…..the word ouch comes to mind. I hope everyone can forgive me for the lack of update, I hope to rectify the situation with new chapters much more often.

This chapter is going to be fairly talky from Prue, just really explaining stuff to Hermione, but I should try and add some extra surprises at the end. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to 'Nightwing509' and to 'FalseHope'! enjoy,

Ryan x x x

The Sword of Excalibur.

Making her way nervously to Professor Halliwell's office, she thought about some of the things that had happened to her since she had entered the wizarding world, one of her most prominent memories was the 'Troll Incident' as she had dubbed it, this was the incident that had transformed her from being the 'Nobody-no-it-all' to the best friend of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, the people she loved as the brothers she never had.

Making her way nervously to Professor Halliwell's office, she thought about some of the things that had happened to her since she had entered the wizarding world, one of her most prominent memories was the as she had dubbed it, this was the incident that had transformed her from being the to the best friend of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, the people she loved as the brothers she never had.

As she thought about their friendship, she knew the whole school had been affected it, teachers and students a like, including the younger years, but, she also mused, it was Harry that had some most of the work in affecting these people, his fame, and fortune- or lack thereof in cases. (The Philosophers Stone, a cursed diary, Dementors, plots against his life came to her mind.) Hermione also knew that Harry thought he had to save the world from Voldemort because he had done so before- but the hero complex could get out of control sometimes.

Not realising she was so deep in her thoughts about the adventures she had had whilst she had entered the wizarding world, she walked straight past Professor Halliwell's office door, it took her a couple of seconds to recognize she was in the wrong part of the corridor, she hastily retreated back and stood outside the great oak door, seemingly towering above her in a both mocking and welcoming way.

She knocked hesitantly on the old oak door, wondering if it had been replaced at all through out all the years Hogwarts had been around, when she heard a muffled 'Come in!' then a crash and 'Damn it!' Hermione opened the office door, little bit by little bit, not knowing what to expect from the unusual Defence Against the Dart Arts teacher, and besides the only other teacher's office she had been in was Professor McGonagall's and Remus Lupin's when he had been Defence teacher.

Walking into the office, she saw Professor Halliwell giving evil looks at the trunk that was placed innocently next to her large oak desk, the colour matching that of the large office door, the professor's dishevelled look, made Hermione reach the conclusion that the young women had tripped over the trunk, still standing there innocently. There was a picture on the desk of the professor and two other women, and beside it another which included the two other women, plus a third with bright orange hair that seemed to just suit her.

'Take a seat,' she said indicating to the plush, comfortable chair on the opposite side of the desk, 'Now,' she continued once Hermione was seated. 'What I have to tell you, is of interest to you, if not any one else at least,' This increased Hermione's curiosity ten-fold, she was- she hoped, about to find out about what the professor had done to her the previous night. She started again, 'As you are well aware, there is more than one world here on Earth, this is evident by the Wizarding and Muggle Divide, the ignorance of each other. But, there is more than one secret society, with their own laws and rules to which people are bound by, people, from these societies that keep the balance of good and evil in check all around the world. There are true Wicca's out there, those who can do wandless magic, I was a part of that Wicca society, until I died that was.'

Sadness radiated from the professor, and seemed to consume the room, Hermione, not knowing what to say, because it's not everyday a teacher tells you that they died, well in this society at least.

'We were called the 'Charmed Ones' I have the power of Telekinesis,' Prue picked up the photo with her in from the table, Piper, the middle sister, had the power to freeze time, and my youngest sister, Phoebe had the power to See the future,' Prue saw the look of distaste and ridicule on the young girl's face before her, and continued with, 'She didn't do the things that Professor….. I don't remember her name, but what ever happens in the North Tower, reading tea leaves and stuff, Phoebe doesn't do that, she just has to touch something to see the past or future.'

'Finally, after three years of just barely surviving each Demon attack sent our way by the higher beings of the evil world, my luck ran out, I was killed by a demon named Shacks, then recruited by the Elder's to become a Whitelighter. They said I would be able to see my sisters, but not long after I realised they wouldn't let me see them again, ever. So I just ran away, here, at Hogwarts they can't find me because the magical community is protecting me, the Elder's can not find my powers because the magical community hides, and hides it well.' she paused for a moment, before going on, 'You see, when I was with the Elder's They trained me to become a Whitelighter, an Angel to the good witches. Last night I healed you through these Whitelighter powers.'

Hermione sat and thought, processing all the information the young professor had just given her, she understood about there being many different hidden societies, much like the wizarding one, she thought that there had to be something like that, you find one hidden society, what are the chances there has got to be more of them? What Hermione really couldn't comprehend was the fact that Professor Prue Halliwell had claimed to have died and become an Angel, of sorts and escaped from where ever she was, it was a lot for someone like Hermione- bookish.

'If you ever need any help, say when you're in trouble, just call my name and I'll be able to hear you, I'll help you, the same will go to Professor Snape, but whether he'll take me up on that offer or not is another story, and if you'd like to talk about anything at any time just stop by my office, at any time- and I mean any time, if you want to talk at midnight just stop by. Anyway lunch is nearly over, and you need to have something to eat, so let me walk you down there.'

Hours had turned into days, days into weeks and weeks into October since Hermione had talked with Prue, she had made a habit of calling the professor by her Christian name as she had so requested, she was only just starting to confidently call her it. It was because she was afraid or anything like that, it was just it was so unusual for students to be calling teachers by their first names, and it had taken time for Hermione to adjust.

The coming weekend was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year, and all the students were looking forward to it, despite the increased security in the all magical village. Teachers were accompanying the students, and going down to have some fun for themselves, although it was hard for some students to actually believe that the aforementioned professors could even revel in the aspect of something such as fun.

Not only was it the first Hogsmeade weekend, it was also Hallowe'en, which was also getting the student population excited, as there was normally something interesting happening at the traditional Feast, from trolls to escaped convicts running about the place, something was bound to happen. It was guaranteed, especially since Harry and his friends had been attending the school, this year something more amazing than trolls and escaped convicts was going to happen- the Sword of Excalibur was going to resurface…

(A/N: Okay, so I hope that was okay, I will grovel at the feet of everyone cause of my really bad updating- or lack thereof. I hope that it was okay.

Ryan x x x