You know, I keep thinking that this chapter is going to be the final one for this segment. That we will finally be done with the Harry Potter stuff, but no. It's never going to happen.

Oh, I forgot-...er...forgot many a time-to put a Disclaimer on this story...so, here.

Disclaimer-I own Charmed : Orange skin looks natural.

There ya go, a little SAT review in there, too!

Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name...and other random thoughts.
by me.


Back in the past, Wyatt and Chris were slack jawed. That is to say, they looked a little like monkeys.

After getting their bearings, slightly albiet, Wyatt did some math in his head. He was good with numbers, you see. "1992?" He said, shocked beyond belief, "But...we weren't even born yet!"

"No, and I'm sorry to say that you won't be for a good many years." Dumbledore said, looking at the two shocked children in front of him. "Is there a reason you are here?"

"It's Wyatt's fault!" Chris said, scared that he'll be in trouble with Mommy for going into the past...

"It's no one's fault, Chris." Wyatt said, but secretly hoping that it was going to be ok. He'd heard of people leaving their times before...it's been undone. "And I read the books, I wanted to-"

"What books?" Albus Dumbledore asked, confused.

"The Harry Potter books! You know, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone? It's a great book!" Wyatt exclaimed when Dumbledore looked even more startled. "The part where Harry and Ron and Hermione beat the mountain troll! And at the end of the book when Harry beats Lord-"

"Child, don't finish that sentance." All of a sudden, Dumbledore was scared. "You say there are books?" Wyatt nodded. "And they're about Harry Potter?" another nod. "Have you read books about Harry in his second year? Or third?"

"Well...I wasn't supposed to, but I read ahead a little. I'm in the middle of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets." Wyatt grinned, and Dumbledore paled.

"The Chamber of Secrets was reopened? Again? By Whom...wait, no. What am I saying?" Dumbledore looked at Wyatt, who was scared out of his mind that he had said something wrong. "Wyatt, you must never tell anyone here about those books. Never mention them to the people in this school. Never mention the deeds they have performed. Do you understand me?"

Wyatt was scared stiff, but Chris was just confused.

"Why not, Mr. Bumblebee?" Chris asked, scratching his nose.

"Becuase, Christopher-"

"Chris. No one calls me Christopher." Chris said darkly.

"You called me Bumblebee." Albus laughed, but Chris was not having it. No one called him Chris. That was it. "I'm sorry. Chris," he retracted, and continued, "there are somethings called 'future conseqences'. Have you ever heard of them?" Both boys shook their heads wildly. "Well, when you know what's going to happen, you change it without even realizing it." The boys were obviously not comprehending, so Dumbledore simplified. "Let's say that you know that today you are going to lose your favorite toy-"

"Like my Spiderman watch!" Chris exclaimed and Dumbledore exercised that amazing patience of his.

"Yes, like your Spiderman watch. So, today, you are going to make sure you have your Spiderman watch all the time, and you don't lose it this time. That can be horrible."

"How is it bad if I get my watch back?" Chris was really not understanding.

"Becuase then, let's say that you were going to get another watch because you lost this one, and this watch led you to meet someone new, or to make a new friend. Because you never got that new watch, you never made that new friend."

"I like friends..." Chris said, "I won't tell anyone about your books, Mr. Bumblebore."

"You don't know anything about the books!" Wyatt said, starting a fight between the two.

"Yes, I do!"

"How?"

"You told me the stories! Like when-"

"Chris!" Dumbledore interjected. He could not allow Chris or Wyatt to tell him anything about the upcoming years. They had already said too much about the Chamber and about the books in general. Although, it was a good idea...these books...he'll have to talk to Fudge...maybe Ms. Rowling would like to take a shot at it...

The ideas were already zooming through Dumbledore's head as he looked again at these children. These very special children...


"Leo, you need to do this."

"No, I need to get to my wife. Who is screaming for me. We already tried this once, remember?" Leo was aggrivated. Besides the fact that Piper was giving him a headache, these idiotic bosses of his were insisting on him recieving a charge. A charge for pity's sake! Not two years ago, they told Leo that he would never recieve a charge becuase of the danger!

"I do remember that you were a splendid whitelighter. A bit of a mess as an elder, perhaps, but a wonderful healer. You always had that touch." The...er...Oldest Elder, named...well, he never quite told anyone his real name. He made everyone call him Odin, but no one believed that parents would be that cruel. Can you imagine the second grade jokes for that kid? 'Come here, Odie!'...of course, Garfield-where this joke comes from-would have to invented...as well as the second grade...oh well, forget we said anything. Maybe Odin was a perfectly good name...

...Sorry, even we couldn't keep a straight face for that one...

"Why do you need me, anyways? Don't you have enough?"

"Well..."

"OK, that doesn't even make any sense!" Leo exclaimed, seeing as it really didn't. We mean, if they were running low, all they really had to do was to kill off a couple of to-be-whitelighters and make them earn their wings. Or even, pluck a few dead people from...wherever they are. They're really not that busy for the next couple of centuries.

And Leo stole our thoughts exactly and told all of this to the Eldest Elder.

"Look, Leo, we can't just kill people so that we can lessen the load on our workers. We're not asking for too much. Just one charge. Please. We promise you will love him!"

Leo was loosening, and you could tell.

"What about my family? I can't just abandon them every time this new witch needs me." Leo said.

"I promise, Peter will not get in the way." Peter...another 'P'...wonder what this guy is going to be doing in the future...or...well, that's where a nasty joke is inserted, but we would much rather not. So insert inappropriate joke here.

"...If I-"

"GOOD! We'll see you tomorrow for the staff meeting?"

"No. No staff-"

"Splendid. Tomorrow at 9, EST. That's Earth Standard Time, so don't you show up three hours late because you thought we meant nine in New York. We didn't." As Odie- we mean, Odin, walked off into the foggy distance, he suddenly remembered something and turned around.

"Oh, by the way, Leo. Your children are running wild at Hogwarts."

"WHAT!" Leo said, trying to grasp what the Elder was telling him.

"Yes. Seems that Wyatt lured Chris into saying a spell that transported them to Hogwarts."

"Well, that's not so bad, we can just orb-"

"In 1992." And with that, Odin the Elder faded within the cloudy stuff, and Leo heard Piper scream incredibly loudly.


"Well, what are we going to do with you two?" Dumbledore looked upon the two children.

"Um...could we write another spell?" Wyatt suggested, but Dumbledore sadly shook his head.

"These spells of yours may have worked in San Fransico, however, within the walls of Hogwarts, your magic will not function." Dumbledore replied, and although Chris understood every word, being the little vocab-smarty he is...or is going to be...or could be...well, whatever. On a whim, Chris understoof and Wyatt didn't.

"What?"

"Try your powers, Wyatt!" Chris said, throwing out his hands to freeze Dumbledore and failing.

Wyatt tried the same and saw that even his powers weren't working.

"Hey!" Wyatt was upset by this. He had always had his powers...he might not like using them, but he didn't like it when he didn't have them. They were just... a natural thing for him. Like...eating. Or something else that's natural...breathing's too cliche...we'll think of something.

"There's too much good magic protecting the school. Your powers will not be able to work on good witches, which this school is filled to the brink with." Dumbledore finished, and then nodded his head. "Yes, I think that we should just keep you two here until your parents come to get you."

"Then what?" Chris asked. He didn't see how this plan would work in any case.

"Well, possibly, the Power of Three and you two will be able to summon enough power to bring you back to your own time."

"Oh..." Wyatt said, and sat down.

"Wait." Chris said, and Dumbledore looked at the child. "What's the Power of Three?"


After scrying for 15 minutes with no luck, she went back to screaming for her husband, Who should be ANSWERING HER CALLS!

"LEOOOO!" Piper screamed at the top of her lungs. He has a sensing power, he was granted it with his orbing. After all, SOMEONE needed to keep track of their children. She was hoplessly bad at it. But really, what other mother has to worry about their 6 and 8 year olds vanishing every two months?

Where was Leo!

"LEO!" Phoebe and Paige had arrived to hear Piper screaming bloody murder for her husband. Who was obviously going to get it when he acutally showed up...

They were at a complete loss as to where the boys were. They had tried scrying, which had only led to the crystal zooming to the clock next to Wyatt's bed. This wouldn't be so bad if Wyatt had made his bed and not just left his Harry Potter book lying on top of a large heap of clothing, therefore making the crystal get lost in the large pile. The girls had already gotten down and dirty with the 8-year-old's dirty underwear more often than they had wanted to.

"Your son's a slob." Paige said, carefully picking up the half eaten banana they had found in his jeans pocket...a banana, we beg of you...

We just hope that someone had the nerve to ask him if he was happy to see them or he had a banana in his pocket...just once, for the sake of hilarity.

"Yeah, well, your son's non-existant, so shut up and help me find LEO!" Piper screamed and finally, a swarm of blue lights appeared.

"Piper. I just got back from-ouch! Ouch! No, Piper! Ow!" And with that, Piper blew up her husband.

Or attempted to, at least. Seeing as he did just become a whitelighter again, Leo reformed, leaving a lot of questions in the sister's mouths. "No time to explain." he said, "Where are Wyatt and Chris?" He did hope beyond all hope that Wyatt adn Chris were just in Magic School, and that Odin the Elder had gotten it all wrong...

"WE! DON'T! KNOW!" Piper hit him as she said each syllable.She needed to hit something. And if it had to be her husband, well, so-be-it! He needed to be available when these things happen! "Which you would KNOW if you answered my CALLS!Now you and your STUPID ELDERS better tell me where they are RIGHT NOW before I do something that I have wanted to do for a LONG TIME!" Yeah...like go up there and kick them right in their golden a-

"They're at Hogwarts."

"They're at...what?" Piper said, mouth going faster than her mind.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...it's a school, popular from-"

"I KNOW WHAT HOGWARTS IS!" Piper scolded. "What I want to know is how my sons got there? Especially when it DOESN'T EXIST!"

"Oh, it exists alright." Leo said, "But no one really knows about it, it's all very hush hush...you know..."

Piper continued to stare. Apparently, Leo would have to explain. But seeing as this was his job, explaining, for the past however many years, he was used to it.

"A special branch of magic exists, an ancient branch. One that has only been taught to children in remote areas, and only to a select few at that. You use a wand and-"

"So, Harry Potter exists?" Paige stopped Leo. She was an incredibly confused witch.

"Existed. He died in his first year, fighting Lord Voldemort." Leo said sadly. It was a tragic tale, really.

"Isn't Magical Exposure a big problem, then, with the whole 'most popular book since the Bible' thing?" Phoebe asked, noting that Hogwarts wasn't exactly the Area 51 of witchcraft or anything...

"Actually, writing a book was the best idea. The Headmaster at the time had the idea to begin with. See, with the war happening, and affecting 'muggles' as they call them, Headmaster Dumbledore had to think of a way that their secret wouldn't come out. So, he had the idea that if someone wrote a book about it, being fiction, no one would tie the murders in real life to the ones in the book. If I know my facts, the woman who wrote it was a witch."

"JK Rowling was a witch?" Piper said, in shock over several things...one being that her son was right...about Hogwarts being real...

"What, you thought that she became richer than the queen because she was talented?" Paige smirked.

"Shut up Paige. My sons are at Hogwarts. We need to go and get them. Can we orb? Or is there some special ward we have to...why are you looking at your shoes? Leo...what aren't you telling me?" Piper knew that look. It was the look that said 'I'm afriad of you right now, and I don't want to talk.'

"Well...Wyatt and Chris didn't just travel to Hogwarts..." Leo said, grimacing. His wife was not going to like this.

"What, Leo?" Piper said, dreading it. What could be worse? She was trying to remember books...it was about now that she wished she had actually paid attention to the books instead of skimming them and watching the movies, where they took out most of the good stuff anyways...there was some sort of protection around the school...or something.

"...They kinda went into the past..." Leo said.

"...How far into the past did they go?" Phoebe asked, seeing as Piper was temporarily speechless. How many times did her children go into the past? Wasn't there something unhealthy about skipping through time like that? Premature wrinkles or...something...

"1992." Leo said, and seeing the blank faces, he added, "Somewhere between the last half of the first book and the first half of the second one."

"Well, that's...alright." Paige said, intervening a potential Piper-meltdown. "We can just write a spell."

"No, spells don't work in Hogwarts. Something about the mixing of magics and too much good. I was never really sure..." Leo said, suddenly finding anything but his wife more interesting than his wife. He didn't want to be blown up again, because that hurt like crazy and well, it didn't do much for his...manly...side, if you get it. If you don't, then nevermind. Don't even ask.

"Well then...looks like we're just gonna have to time travel the good old fashioned way..." Paige said, rolling her eyes. Her oldest sister was incredibly dramatic.

"Old fashioned?" Piper said, incredulous that they could even have an 'old fashioned way'...

"Yeah..." Paige said, not wanting to get into petty banter at the moment. Maybe after this was over...

"Which is?"

"Draw the triquetra and throw the potion. Hello." Paige said, throwing her hands up in that 'Paige' way.

"Um...I'm not sure I want to do that again. Don't you remember what happened last time?" Piper said, itching the back of her ear.

"That's because it was the wrong potion. Leo, there's a potion for time travel, right?" Paige said, looking at the newly re-instated Whitelighter...who hadn't told them yet...he thought that maybe they had enough of a surprise for one hour...

"Um...I'm pretty sure that there is a book explaining how to make it at Magic School." Leo tried to reasure everyone, including himself.

"OK. So we'll hop on over to Magic School, get the potion recipe, make it, and get those boys back here before you can say 'Alohamora'!" Paige said, and after seeing the odd looks on her family's faces, she blushed and explained the Harry Potter reference.

After that quick (and needless, considering the whole 'sons in potential crisis' thing...these parents get sidetracked real easy, huh?), explination, they were off!

And as they landed in the library of Magic School, they all groaned simultaneously. They had forgotten exactly how big and how unorganized the place truly was...


A few hours later, Chris and Wyatt were playing tag in the Headmaster's office.

See, they would have been having fun, but the danger of playing tag in such a professional areais taken away when the Headmaster decides to join in.

It's also not that much fun to lose all the time, which they both did, seeing as Dumbledore was about three times their size.

So, when Dumbledore got a letter (a bird flew in and gave it to him...Chris decided then that Hogwarts was just weird..), and told the boys he had to leave, the two boys were-needless to say-quite happy.

"Wanna sneak out of here?" Wyatt asked his little brother, who was trying to reach the top level of the glass bookcase.

"Um..." Chris was busy, and Wyatt was just distracting him. He was almost...he could almost-

And then, the bookcase toppled over. Or almost did.

Chris got so scared that he threw his arms out, knowing they wouldn't freeze anything, but at least they would shelter him from harm.

Harm wasn't about to come to the little boy, though. Becuase Wyatt had thrown his arms out as well (out of habit), and the power of the two boys froze the bookcase.

Chris jumped off the desk he was standing on and stared at the frozen bookcase for a few seconds.

"I thought that our powers don't work here..." Chris said, gawking at his brother who was apparently supposed to have some sort of explination. But what was he? The encyclopedia of magic? Wyatt had no idea what happened.

"Um...me too..." Wyatt said, and then, the bookcase unfroze and shattered all over the office.

"Oh no..." Chris said. "The Bumblebee guy is going to be really really mad!"

"He won't be. I promise." Wyatt said, but was fairly unsure himself. He wanted his Mommy...he wanted to leave Hogwarts...he wanted to be invisible, so that when the Headmaster came back, he wouldn't be able to get angry...

"WYATT?" Chris said, watching his brother begin to fade a little before his eyes. Frightened, and unsure of what was going on, Chris grabbed Wyatt's hand, and slowly disappeared with him.

The two boys froze in terror and looked at each other.

"How did you do that?" Chris asked his brother, but Wyatt only shrugged.

"Can you see me?" Chris asked his brother, and Wyatt shook his head no.

"Wyatt? I can't see you...can you see me?" Chris asked, and Wyatt realized that shaking his headw as pretty stupid.

"No...what are we gonna do?" Wyatt asked. But Chris stared-or tried to at least-at his brother.

"You're asking me?" Chris said, and wished he could see Wyatt's face-just now. Becuase he was sure he would never see this look again. The look of certain admiration and defeat against his little brother!

"Um...never mind." Wyatt realized this, too, and quickly changed his demeanor. "You know what this means, right?"

Chris was in the dark again. "No." He replied, rather sulky. Ithad beennice, for those seconds, to be the wiser one.

"This means that we can go around the school and do whatever we want, and no one will be able to know it was us!" Wyatt ginned, knowing that Chris couldn't see him, but doing it anyways.

It took another three seconds for him to remember what part of the book they must be in.

"Wait a second.." Wyatt said out loud, and Chris' ears perked up again. "Dumbledore's gone...June 5th...first year...OH MAN! COME ON, CHRIS!" He grabbed his brother and ran with him out the door.

And through the power of literature (and the pretty map of Hogwarts etched inside his copy of the first book), Wyatt and Chris found their way to the third-floor corridor (hallway to all the "uncivilized" people out there!).

There they saw three kids playing a flute to a dog...which was quite the sight, really...

"Um...Wyatt...this place is weird..." Chris said, but Wyatt shushed him. Then, his older brother grabbed him and ran into the room that the older kids had just left, jumping into a hole in the floor...

"Look! It's the invisibility cloak." Wyatt said, looking at piece of clothing that no one wore anymore. You know, we never understood why, in Harry Potter, people write with quills and wear cloaks...it's England, not the 15th century...

But whatever, this is about Wyatt and Chris, not Harry Potter's severe inadequacies in the latest fashions.

"The invibisility what?" Chris asked in wonder. 1992 was a weird time...people playing flutes to dogs and jumping into holes...why didn't they just orb?

Wait...maybe they couldn't orb? Chris had heard about people not having powers...but that didn't seem like it could be true. Everyone he knew had a power...even that mailman who gave them their mail now because the old guy had quit...he told Chris' mommy it was becuase of "those two little", but then his Mommy made Chris cover his ears...the new mailman did that thing that's like orbing, but it's all wavy and not pretty...um...mean people did it...it was called...shivering!...well, something like that. But even the mailman had some power. So these big kids, who were so famous that Wyatt liked them, had to have a power.

That's the only reason Chris allowed Wyatt to push him into the hole. He wanted to see what powers the other kids had. Honest.


So, that's the (hopefully) second to last chapter in this segment...there's lots more to come though...if you want it to come, that is...

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