Disclaimer: I do not own 'Sky High', 'Charmed' or any other thing associated with Movies or Books, I only own the characters that never appeared in the movie & situations that you soon will start reading. This story is just a way to let my imagination go & for mine & the enjoyment of others, so, please DO NOT SUE ME. Even though I don't see any problem which will lead to federal charges, but if you do, I repeat, please DO NOT SUE ME!

Quick Pointer! - The Hazel Halliwell in this story is gonna be the same Hazel Halliwell from SWTWC. Why you ask? because I really wanna see how the whole story turns out with, apart from the fact that she's a witch, a lycan all the while. Obviously, the situations are gonna be totally different from her background story. This Hazel has nothing to do with 'The Covenant'. I hope this clears any confusions something caused :D & if you keep reading you'll see how Hazel's background is.

UPDATE: Hey guys, sorry this isn't an update, but I got so mad at myself for finding so many typos & confusion in this chapter. I'm just fixing it a bit! Sorry!

There was nothing like summer nights in San Francisco and when you were a Halliwell it was even more magical.

For Hazel Halliwell, there really wasn't anything like it. Some stars were visible in between some of the buildings, a pleasant breeze blew her fake blonde locks around her head as faceless strangers passed by her. She looked up at the sky again, trying to soothe her troubled mind when she saw the blue orbs flying in the sky. A sigh escaped her lips as she neared an alleyway and the orbs started descending into it.

'So much for a little thinking time.' She thought to herself.

As she was steps away from the alleyway a handsome, blonde, young man stepped out of the alleyway and looked around casually, instantly locating the youngest Halliwell.

"I thought you weren't going alone." Nion Halliwell stated as he got in step with the darker blonde witch.

Hazel turned her light eyes to her oldest cousin, his- real- blonde hair and tan skin showing their family resemblance and the triquetra tattoo on their inner wrist showed their world their true identity.

Hazel gave him a small shrug of her shoulders and kept walking down the street.

Nion noticed the difference in his baby cousin's demeanor that made him frown as he walked with her.

"You okay?"

The question made Hazel frown on her own. No, she wasn't okay. This whole day something had been nagging at her insides, her gut telling her not to go out tonight. Even the air around them felt heavy with what she could only think as dread, instead of the light breeze that had been going through her hair.
Pursing her lips she answered.
"I'm fine."

Nion opened his mouth to give her a sarcastic comment when he saw her rapidly reaching into her pant pocket, taking out a brightly glowing scrying stone.

"We're close." She stated, picking up the pace and entering the bad part of San Francisco. The first street started with some abandoned buildings, tall and dark. As the two Halliwells walked deeper into the street, Hazel's stone kept glowing brighter.

"What are we looking for?" Nion asked when he finally caught up to her and looking around the abandoned streets, not a soul in sight.

"Snake demon," Hazel whispered, going further into the street, the stone glowing brighter with every step.

Nion rushed to her and took a hold of her small shoulder but that didn't stop the petite witch who just shook his hand off.
"Are you crazy?" He exclaimed, his concern for his cousin growing along with his tone of voice. "You were going against a snake demon alone? Hazel, what's going on?"

Hazel was looking around the street, her mind going totally blank as she let her animalistic side slightly take over.

The oldest of the third generation of Charmed Ones watched as the youngest one- for now- of said generation's eyes swirled into a pair of glowing, yellow eyes. After her eyes took a solid gold color, she lifted her nose into the air, closed her glowing eyes and Hazel took a deep breath.

All she could smell were what anyone could usually smell on a street; the exhaust of cars, the different smells of mortals, perfumes, the rain that had fallen an hour ago and-

Hazel snapped her eyes opened when she caught the smell of reptile; scaly and stale.

Without thinking, she let a growl rip through her throat before going after the scent… Nion stared after her with worried blue eyes. Lately, Hazel was behaving more like the wolf. Looking up at the black sky, he stared at the white sliver of light shining up in space. Was the wolf more powerful than Hazel? If so… how much time did Hazel have before the wolf took over completely?

Nion shuddered at the thought before going after his cousin. Even if she had the help of the wolf snake demons were tricky bastards to vanquish. Hopefully, he will get there before she could even find it.

The trail was fresh, the stale scent making her highly sensitive nose stuffy. Hazel was walking down one of the many back alleys that connected with the entrance of every single one in this part of town. The smell of decaying things almost too overwhelming for her.

"What's that smell?" Nion exclaimed beside her, clutching his nose and taking quick breaths through his mouth.

Hazel spun around and gave her clumsy older cousin a harsh 'shhh!' before going to tracking the scent.

"What? It reeks in here." Nion kept talking making Hazel stop and turn, fixing him with a glowing gold stare.

"Will you just-"

At the very back of the alley, a loud crash was heard followed with some fumbling, followed by a nervous, stale stench and that's all Hazel needed to go down the alleyway with glowing eyes. The wolf felt the incoming chase and sent a thrill of excitement through Hazel. Smirking with the start of adrenaline going through her veins, Hazel went after the dem- prey.

Nion hadn't missed the crazy smirk that had formed on Hazel's face as she sped down the alley. With everything she did, he got even more worried. He was definitely telling his uncle and his grandmother. After that thought made, he- again- went after Hazel with more caution this time. If he wasn't careful enough she might mistake him for the enemy if the wolf had more control on her now.

The stale stench was getting stronger and she could hear ragged breathing close by. The corners of her vision were becoming hazy as she got more into the hunt and she let her senses take over. A little bit more and she would be right behind it.

'Be careful' It said to her.

'Careful? For what? I can take the demon.'

'Don't get cocky, child. Many great Lycans have died because they've been cocky at thinking they could cheat death. Snake demons are cunning. Just be careful.' It chided again.

'For being a pup you sure sound old.' She teased as she rounded corner that lead to a dead end.

Frowning, Hazel took a deep breath, only to choke on it when the smell of serpent told her it was right in there, but, all she could see was an overflowing dumpster and the three brick walls that formed the dead end.

'Look up.'

'What do you- ' The question was cut short when something incredibly heavy fell on her, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Her cheek was pressed against the wet, sticky floor of the dead end as she felt the warm, putrid smelling breath of the demon on top of her.

" What isss a Lycan doing all the way in thisss part of the world?" The demon hissed in her ear, its tongue flickering against it.

Hazel couldn't answer as she fought to get air back in her, but with all of the weight of the demon on her, it was pretty damn difficult. But when she was sure she was going pass out from lack of oxygen to her brain, a taloned hand took hold of her shoulder and flipped her to her back. The demon was straddling her now, looking down amusedly at her from slitted, sickly yellow eyes.

And.

It.

Was.

Hideous.

The thing on her wasn't even on its human form. But, it's whole head was that of a snake, his neck stitched to a way too muscular, scaly, yellow body. Its fingers were long and they finished off with long talons and it smells up close… Hazel's nose couldn't handle it any longer.

As she let out a breath from her mouth, a ball of electricity pooled into her right hand that was laying on her head and when the demon caught onto what she was doing, it couldn't stop the ball from slamming into its chest and sending him flying to the mouth of the dead end.

Hazel didn't waste any time and was soon on her feet, crouching in a battle stance. The snake demon groaned and got to its feet painfully, it sent her an angry hiss and started stalking towards her.

Hazel smirked and as soon it was close enough, she jumped high and threw a roundhouse kick, only to have the snake demon grab her ankle and before gravity worked on her body, spun her around before letting go and throwing her against a wall and landing on a bunch of garbage bags.

'That's what happens when you get cocky,' The wolf in her chuckled. 'You get your ass kicked.'

"Shut up." Hazel groaned as she got back up to her feet effortlessly. She shook herself off and when she was about to attack, the demon went flying over her head at the very end of the dead end and where it had once stood, a couple of feet away was a grinning Nion.

"The hell? I was about to finish him off!" Hazel lied, trying to hide the fact that there were bruises forming all over her body.

Nion had to laugh at her. "Sure," The sarcasm was obvious in his voice. "When? After he threw you a little bit around some more?"

Hazel opened her mouth with her own comeback when she was tackled again face first to the ground, a sharp talon going into her arm and scratching down into it in a long, deep gash.

"Shit!"

Nion didn't realize Hazel was on the floor after she had cursed loudly. Damn! That thing was fast! He didn't even realize it had gotten back on its feet.

The gash was bleeding pretty badly; her metabolism wouldn't start on getting it healed for a while, but, she was grateful for the adrenaline pumping through her as she wrestle the demon, trying to get its snapping jaws away from her neck because she couldn't feel a thing.

She punched the demon on the head and sneaked a peek at Nion, only to find him with his arms crossed and staring at her on the floor.

"Aren't you going to help?" She yelled as she threw another punch this time at its jaw and with the power behind it, she got to dislocate it.

"Ha!" She yelled triumphantly.

"Didn't you have it under control?" Nion teased as he kept watching her whacking the demon on the head.

"Just get it off of me!"

And with a twist of his wrist, the demon was sent flying again.

"Happy?" Nion asked, helping her get back up, noticing the gash going from an inch above her elbow and down her forearm. "Damn!" He said, leaning in to get a better look at it. "Does it hurt?" And without waiting for her to confirm it he started poking it where no blood was sticking and drying to her skin.

"Umm, no. But stop poking it." She slapped his hand away and turned to the dead end and she couldn't have turned in a better moment; the snake demon was climbing up the brick wall that made the alley a dead end.

"Hey!"

Nion turned to where Hazel was stalking to and saw what the demon was doing and chuckled before twisting his wrist again and this time, the demon blew up into pieces and slimy, green blood. All of it landed on Hazel, who had put her arms up, the wounded one out first, to protect herself from the slimy substance.

As soon as the demon's blood made contact with her open wound, it started to bubble and burn, and for Hazel Halliwell, everything went black.

Nion ran towards his unconscious baby cousin. He started panicking when he saw what was happening with her wound.

"I'm so dead for this." He muttered under his breath before orbing himself and Hazel toward the Halliwell Manor.

"What the hell happened?" Piper Halliwell shouted at her oldest grandchild who was holding her youngest grandchild in his arms. She was alone in the Manor, her husband off somewhere in Whiteligher business. Now she had to handle this alone. Hurriedly, the oldest Charmed One made her way to the kitchen; she couldn't waste any time with Hazel.

Nion followed his grandmother wordlessly, Hazel still limp in his arms.

"Hazel went after a snake demon, I blew it up and it's guts went flying into an open wound she had after that she fainted and now it looks disgusting."

Nion set Hazel down on the empty kitchen island, her petite body fitting there perfectly.

"Do you know how to work with snake demon blood, grandma?" Nion couldn't hide the worry in his voice. He should've been more careful with Hazel there, especially if the wolf was taking over.

Piper was going through the Book of Shadows, trying to find a potion, spell, anything to make her little girl wake up. It was no secret that Piper slightly favored Hazel over the rest of her grandchildren. All of them knew that, and it had to be because she was the youngest and because she was a little more different than the others. It didn't bother anybody, well, it didn't bother Nion, he didn't know about the rest.

Piper rustled through pages and pages and came out with nothing. After a couple of frustrated minutes, an idea came.

"Nion, get the ginger and start boiling some water," Piper commanded walking towards Hazel and checking her temperature; she was boiling. "And call your uncle."

A call later and some detox tunic, Chris was standing beside his baby girl.

"What were you thinking about blowing up a demon with your cousin feet's away?" Chris demanded to know as his hand rested on Hazel's clammy forehead.

Nion stood at the entrance of the kitchen, his hand shoved deep into his jean pockets. He didn't argue with his uncle because he knew Chris was right, he had been stupid to do that, look where it had gotten Hazel.

As Chris stroke Hazel's hair, Piper checked the wound.

"She's already healing. That's good."

"When will she wake up, Mom?" Chris asked worriedly.

Piper gave her son a sigh, a look, and a shrug.

The wound wasn't as bad as it was when Nion had brought her into the Manor. It wasn't as deep as it had been, it had stopped bleeding but some of that green gunk had stuck to the edges of the wound. All of this happening and Hazel hadn't even stirred…

Chris had stayed with Hazel the whole night. They had moved her up to his old room, so she wouldn't have to wake up on the hard kitchen island.

"Where's Astrid?"

Chris looked over his shoulder to find his mother leaning against the doorway.

He shrugged and went back to looking at Hazel.

"She's back in Ukraine, trying to get Hazel out of an arranged marriage." He answered quietly.

"An arranged marriage?" Piper breathed an incredulous laugh, "They still have those? In what century do those wolfs live in?"

Chris gave a humorless laugh, "They like sticking close to their traditions, no matter how old they are."

"Who's the kid anyways?" She couldn't help but ask as she walked into the room. After countless years the room still smelled like baby powder, clean diapers, new baby clothes and that powdery, clean smell babies usually have. If she listened really hard she could still hear that little giggle that would always melt her heart and brighten her day. It all seemed like it happened yesterday, but now, her three children were all grown up, with teenage children of their own and forming their own families.

"His name's Conan, Canan, something with a C and ends with an n. I don't know, mom." Chris rubbed his eyes and shook his always shaggy hair. After all of these years he always liked having his hair shaggy, not even his mother could convince him to cut it so he could look like an adult. He hated looking like an adult; he hated, even more, feeling like it and right now he was feeling it harder than ever.

Piper reached and squeezed her second oldest shoulder in that way only mothers could. She wasn't going say that Hazel was going to be fine because right now she wasn't sure herself. They've already tried everything, from potions, spells, and healing. Hazel was on her own right now.

"Come on, hon, let's get some sleep, she'll probably be up tomorrow."

With a really deep sigh, Chris got off from the not-so-comfy chair next from what use to be his childhood/teenage bed.

Hopefully, his little girl will be all better when he woke up.
***

Surprisingly enough, as soon as his head hit the pillow in Wyatt's old room, Christopher Perry Halliwell was knocked out. Nothing could've woken him up… if it wasn't for the smell of smoke creeping into his room. At first, as he turned on the bed to slip back into unconsciousness, he thought it was his mom who had burned something. But, as he was almost on cloud nine, he remembered; his mother never burned anything. In seconds he was out of the bed and swinging the door open.

The smoke in the hallways was so dense that he couldn't see down the hallway; much less breathe walking down it.

"Mom!" He yelled before orbing into his parent's room, finding it empty.

Checking nobody was in the room, he orbed to his daughter's room.

And what was in the room left him speechless and most of all, scared.

Floating two feet off the bed was Hazel, consumed in flames. He couldn't comprehend the situation; all he knew was that his only child was up in flames… but not exactly burning.

"Chris!"

The voice of his mother snapped him out of his revere. She was standing away from the bed next to his father and one of his nephews… and right then he couldn't try and think if he was Nion or Ash, but the kid was trying to make the flames not reach the ceiling, most possibly making the house catch on fire.

"What happened…?" Chris could only whisper the question, his eyes never leaving his levitating daughter.

"I came in to check her temperature. When I touched her she burst into flames." Piper answered him and at the sound of his mother's voice he turned and stared wide eyed at her, that's when he noticed she was cradling her left hand.

He slowly walked around the bed towards his mom and draped his arm around her shoulders, his dad reaching over from the other side of Piper and squeezing his shoulder. The all watched as one of his sister's twins kept doing everything in his power so the house all of them had grown in wouldn't burn down to the ground.

Nion & Ash both had telekinetic powers and it looked like whichever he was, was trying to extinguish the flames by cutting off the oxygen around Hazel, who was still unconscious.

"Oh, Hazel.." Piper breathed under her breath, leaning her head against Chris's shoulder.

And as if the young Halliwell had heard her grandmother, her eyes snapped open and what they saw wasn't nice.

Flames licked her skin and the air all around her, but none of it actually hurt. But as her panic grew, the flames grew.

"Crap!" She heard Nion's voice somewhere beside her over the slight roar of the flame.

All of it felt like she was in some orange tinted glass box. Every sound was slightly muted, she could only hear muffled words and with the dancing flames all around her, everything was too bright to look through them.

"Dad?"

"It's okay honey!" Her grandmother answered, "Just relax, and take deep breaths!"

Hazel followed Pipers orders. Closing her eyes, she took deep breaths. She willed her heart to stop pounding so hard and after a while, she felt herself slowly fall on to the scorched mattress.

Wasting no time, Chris left his mother's side and was by his daughter's in a heartbeat. He cupped Hazel's face, running his hands hastily over the soft, unburned skin. Hazel kept looking over his shoulder in a daze, her usually green eyes going back between that and gold as both parties processed what had happened.

The longer Hazel stayed that way the most panicky Chris was getting.

He turned and looked over his shoulder to his father. No words were needed between father and son, Leo already knew what had to be done. Turning to the woman he loved and mother of his children, and kissed her temple before orbing away to The Elders. If the Halliwells didn't have the answer, The Elders definitely had them.

"It's mutation." Leo Wyatt announced to the living room cramped with sleepy Halliwells.

Piper had wasted no time in calling her sisters and her sisters didn't waste time in calling the rest of the family.

"Excuse me?" A golden-eyed Hazel asked from the center of the 'family reunion'.

Leo sighed as he ran his hand through his blonde-ish gray-is hair.

"The blood from the snake demon fused with your DNA and created a mutation…. Giving you pyrokinesis."

"Wait," Phoebe Halliwell, beautiful than ever, interrupted from her husband's side. "You're saying that Hazel has super powers?"

Leo nodded as he locked eyes with his second son, "And they're suggesting she's sent to Sky High."

Hazel cocked her head to the side, "Sky what?"

Here it is! The first chapter to, what I can hope, will be a good story!

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