A/N: This is my attempt at a Harry Potter/Charmed crossover NOT based at Hogwarts. I'm not really sure where it's going so far, but if you want to suggest a pairing, just review and tell me. I'm happy to have Harry with any of the Charmed characters, or even OCs (Phoebe's daughter, etc). I'm not sure where this story is going, so if you have any ideas, please tell me. It doesn't have much Charmed at the start, but I assure you most of it will be Charmed after the first chapter or so.

Chapter 1-

"I'm sorry, Harry," Tonks said, seeing Harry walk through the doors.

He ignored her, eying the Dursleys' living room. Shards of glass were scattered across the floor, and the coffee table was lying in pieces on the floor.

"Where are their bodies?" Harry asked expressionlessly.

"Upstairs," Tonks replied uneasily. "But I don't think you should go up there..."

Once again, Harry ignored her, climbing the stairs until he reached the hall in which his aunt and uncle's bedroom was.

"Oh, hello, Harry," said Kingsley Shacklebolt solemnly. "I'm sorry about your aunt, uncle and cousin. It's a good thing none of the Muggle police seem to have heard what was going on. When the Aurors have finished investigating, they'll call them themselves though, I imagine. It was probably just left over Death Eaters, though."

Harry's eyes fell to the floor. He gasped, seeing his aunt and uncle dead on the floor. They were never particularly good to him, but they were the last blood relatives he had, and he hated the sight of them lying lifelessly on the floor, their eyes still open in terror.

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see Shacklebolt's kind gaze on his face. "Your cousin's in his room," he said gently. "Maybe it would be best if you didn't see him..."

Harry shook his head stubbornly. "No. I'm fine."

He wandered off towards Dudley's room; to find his cousin's dead body lying almost identical to his aunt and uncle's in their room. He felt sad... no, not sad. Perhaps it would be better if he did feel sad, but he didn't, he felt... numb.

"Harry, we're so sorry," Hermione cried, running up to hug him downstairs. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Harry lied. "How're you two, anyway?"

Hermione eyed him suspiciously, but Ron just replied cheerfully, "Yeah, we're good."

"Look, we're going back to the Burrow," Hermione said. "Do you want to come?"

Harry shook his head. "I'm going to stay here for a bit longer," he told her. "After that I'll probably go back to my place."

Ron and Hermione nodded. "We're here if you need us, mate," Ron said simply, then left with Hermione.

Harry wandered around the house a bit more, trying to avoid the Aurors who seemed to be buzzing around, and finally came to the kitchen. He sat down at the table, for the first time noticing a small package with a stamped envelope on top of it, lying on the bench. His name was written on the front in his aunt's handwriting.

'Hmm, they probably meant to send this to me,' Harry thought. 'I wonder why though, they hardly ever write to me.'

He picked up the envelope though, and ripped it open, pulling out the letter. He scanned it curiously. It read:

Dear Harry,

This box is something your mother left in my possession before she died. I often wondered about it, and whether she knew she and her freakish husband were going to die. I assure you, I tried everything to get rid of this object, but whenever I tried, it simply flew out of my hands. It has apparently been passed down through our family for generations, through the women. Before she died, I asked your mother why she had charmed the box, for it wouldn't let me open it, but she said she hadn't, it had been that way when she had gotten it from our mother. I know she was lying though; none of our other ancestors were freaks like her. I don't want the box back, and if it starts doing something dangerous, don't blame me.

-Aunt Petunia.

Harry raised his eyes from the letter, staring at the parcel that had accompanied it. He ripped off the brown paper, not even bothering to wonder whether it was a trick or not. Inside was a plain, small brown box. Harry could not help feeling slightly disappointed, but decide to open it. Inside was a delicate silver chain, and on that, some kind of a symbol. It was strange, three sort of connected oval shapes, with a circle in the middle of them all. Harry stared at it, and then slipped it back into the box which he then out in the pocket of his robes.

So, his mother's relatives had been witches too. At least, that was what it had sounded like in the letter. But what was with that necklace, and why did the symbol make him feel so... comfortable?

One week later...

"Can I get you anything, sir?" a pretty blond air flight attendant walked up to Harry. He shook his head, feeling like he was about to throw up. It was his first time on an aeroplane, and he was already starting to regret getting on. He shook his head, remembering that this was the only way he was going to find out the truth about his relatives.

Lupin and the Aurors had been very helpful about helping him find his relatives. Well, they owed it to him really; he did defeat the most powerful Dark Lord ever. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were great too, and even Hermione and Ron had offered to go with him to San Francisco to meet his distant relatives. He had declined though; this was something he had to do alone. Besides, looking at Ron brought a dull ache to his heart, he reminded him so much of Ginny. Harry didn't like thinking about the war and everything he had seen. Sometimes, it was just too much.

Harry stepped off the plane feeling slightly better. He immediately called a cab, still not quite believing he was in America and not England. He shook his head, stepping into the cab. The driver was rather irritating, and chattered all the way to Harry's hotel, but Harry was barely listening. What would his relatives be like? Were they magical too? He knew they were related through someone named Penthea Baxter, and that the last name of the current family members was Halliwell, but that was about all.

After he had dropped his belongings off at the hotel, Harry took another cab to the house his relatives were supposed to be living. He was nervous, very nervous; they didn't know he was coming, would they accept him? Would they like him? All he wanted was some more information about his family, and he hoped these people welcomed him.

The cab driver arrived at a large, pink house and Harry paid him and stepped out. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the door.

A/N: Please review! And tell me what you want to happen and if you have any ideas.