This chapter is probably going to be very short because I am extremely angry. I had practically the WHOLE thing typed out and then the stupid computer tells me it has to close the program and the information will be lost. Damn you, you piece of crap! Now I have to start all over again. Now that I'm done rating, here we go again.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter is a little violent, but like I said…I'm mad! :(

Disclaimer: I am too mad to actually put one in because if anyone is actually dumb enough to think I own two humongous franchises like Charmed and Harry Potter and I am writing fanfiction, you truly need psychological help. J

Chapter 7 (AGAIN!)

Phoebe was rolling on the floor in pain and clutching her head. She felt as though someone were drilling a hole in her head.

"Phoebe what's wrong?" Piper asked worriedly as her and Paige tried to get Phoebe back onto the couch.

"Should we call Leo?" asked Paige.

"I don't know what there is to heal," said Piper. "Just get a cloth and some ice from the fridge." As soon as she had said it, however, they had appeared at her side. "Oh right, I forgot about that."

She put the ice in the cloth and applied it to Phoebe's head, but only after she had pried Phoebe's hands away from her head. Piper was surprised to see the faint outline of a scar on Phoebe's forehead. Why did that look so familiar?

After a few minutes, Phoebe calmed down. She lied down on the couch and kept her eyes closed as she held the ice to her head.

"I felt like my head was on fire, only…worse. It felt like someone was reading my brain. Is that possible?"

"Do we even need to ask that? When it comes to us…anything is possible," said Piper.

"Maybe we should go see Dumbledore," said Paige. The three of them put on their robes and headed out the door, down their hall and through the portrait hole to try and find the headmaster's office.

*Gryffindor common room

"Aaahhh!" Harry yelled as he clutched his scar. It felt like someone was beating him over the head with a baseball bat.

Ron nearly fell out of bed at the scream, as did Dean, Neville and Seamus. Ron quickly went to Harry's bedside. When he saw Harry holding his scar he took a piece of cloth, wet it with cool water and put it on Harry' s head. "Neville, go get McGonagall. Quick!" Neville ran out of the common room as fast as they had ever seen him run…ever.

By the time McGonagall got there, which was rather fast, Harry had visibly calmed down. McGonagall looked at him before saying, "How are you feeling?"

"Better," said Harry shakily.

"Good, come with me. Mr. Weasley, you and the others stay here and go back to bed."

They begrudgingly obeyed though they knew that they would not be able to sleep. They knew that whenever Harry woke in the middle of the night screaming and grabbing his scar, it was never a good thing.

McGonagall walked Harry to Dumbledore's office and was surprised to see the sisters waiting in front of the stone gargoyle.

"We need to see Dumbledore right away," said Paige.

"Alright, step aside. Chocolate frog." She said the password and they all entered.

When they reached Dumbledore's office, he didn't seem too surprised to see them. In fact there were chairs for all of them to sit in.

He said nothing for a few seconds. Then he looked at Harry and asked, "What happened?"

"Well…I was sleeping, then my scar started to hurt. I think he's happy. I think he found out something he wanted to know."

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I suspected as much. And Phoebe, am I right to assume you had a similar experience?"

Phoebe nodded. "We were just talking when all of a sudden my head started to hurt. It felt like some one was reading my brain, like, like-

"Like your head was going to split in two?" Harry supplied dully. Phoebe nodded again.

"Wait, what could Voldemort find out that would make him happy?" Paige asked.

"I am afraid that I can only give you a theory. I believe that Voldemort already knows that you are here to help Harry defeat him. It is my opinion that he will try to find your weaknesses and use them against you. He will try to find out your greatest fears and make you surrender to them."

"How in the world is he going to find all of this out?" asked Piper.

"This is where it gets slightly confusing," said Dumbledore. "Harry is connected to Voldemort through his scar, and you are connected to him through your power, so therefore you are also, somewhat, connected to Voldemort. I believe that he will try to use that connection to gather information about you and your sisters."

"So in other words, he's going to read her mind and get the dirt on us?" asked Piper.

"Yes, exactly. What worries me is that you, Harry, said he was happy which means that he has already found out something that he believes will be useful."

"Isn't there anything I can do to stop him from reading my mind?"

Harry looked up wide eyed at Dumbledore because he knew what the answer would be. "There is a way, but it is very difficult. You will have to be prepared to relive some of your worst memories…occlumency."

"Come again?" said Piper.

After Dumbledore had explained to them what occlumency was, Phoebe was a little reluctant to try it. She was even more reluctant when she found out that Snape was the one who would be teaching her. Also, the look on Harry's face when Dumbledore said that he too would have to take the lessons again was enough to make Phoebe's heart break. Could the lessons really be that bad? She had no idea what she was in for.