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A/N: To my readers who were curious and asking who portrayed Dr. Conner Black:- Oliver Jackson-Cohen.
Chapter 7:
"Severus?" Lucius stared inquisitively at his friend who just appeared into his fireplace in confusion, "What are you doing back so soon?"
Severus brushed the lingering soot from his back robes before responding, his eyes flickering over to the terrace where Narcissa, Draco and Blaise were chattering about one thing or the other, "The Order meeting ended swiftly much to my surprise, and I haven't been called by the Dark Lord, Lucius. In fact, Dumbledore asked me to warn you that he'll be following in a bi-"
The words barely tumbled out of his mouth when the fireplace flared green and the tall form of Albus Dumbledore stepped out, soft blue eyes twinkling merrily and a genial grandfatherly smile on his lips. Raising his wand to clean out the debris from his person, he studied his surroundings with interest, "Ah, Lucius. I do apologize for not arriving promptly when Severus informed me of your, ah, puzzling dilemma."
"Not at all, Dumbledore," Lucius sighed, a strained smile on his face; he may not abhor the old coot any longer and was immensely grateful for his hospitalizing aid toward his family in escaping the war and the Dark Lord's clutches, however, decades of bigotry took a while to let go. "Come, join us on the terrace for a spot of tea."
"Headmaster," Narcissa smiled brightly, standing up politely from her seat like a proper Lady of a Noble and Ancient House, "We thank you for taking your time to scrutinize the peculiar Wiccan witches residing nearby. Sockey, tea for Headmaster Dumbledore, if you please."
"Thank you, thank you. Ah, young Draco and Blaise, how do you fare?" Dumbledore smiled. The two fifteen year olds mumbled a polite response, ducking their heads bashfully, having not been used to seeing the Headmaster outside of the castle walls.
"Now," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Tell me more about these Halliwells…"
***P4***
"Why are you dragging me over to Bucklands Pheebs? We usually meet up for lunch at Quake," Pandora grumbled as she trailed behind her older sister who looked to be on a wild mission.
Phoebe huffed and yanked her stubborn sister out of the elevator, "Because, Pan, there is something witchy I need to discuss with you and Prue. And since Prue can't get out of work, we are going to her," she hissed before barging into Prue's office.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Pandora scowled, shaking her head in a humorous fashion as Phoebe made a beeline to Prue's chair and began swiveling in circles.
Phoebe giggled loudly, "This place rocks! No wonder she never wants to come home."
"Get out of my chair," Prue snapped from the doorway, her eyes flickering in confusion towards her two youngest sisters. Phoebe grumbled good-naturedly and got up, picking a notepad on her way over to Pandora's side.
"I love you and that you found time to scribble a morning shower schedule for we Halliwell sisters," Phoebe sang before frowning at Prue, "I noticed that I'm last."
Pandora rolled her eyes and gracefully sat on one of the two chairs opposite to Prue, "That's because, and honestly, no offense Pheebs, but we three have work. If I were the jobless one then I wouldn't mind lounging around until it was my turn. Don't make a hissy fit over it."
Phoebe glared at Pandora in response, though it lacked any bite, grudgingly admitting that she had a point before slouching on the free chair.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were helping Piper with the wedding, and that you," Prue turned to face Pandora, "Had a date with that doctor fellow."
Pandora rolled her eyes and leaned forward, "Okay first of all, his name is Conner, Con-ner! And second, it was a coffee date since he is in between shifts at the hospital. I was under the impression that we'd meet up at Quake for lunch, but Miss Phoebe here, dragged me here for some secretive reason she ain't telling," she grumbled toward the end, shooting daggers at Phoebe who raised her hands up in an innocent gesture when she found herself on the receiving end to both sisters' questioning glares.
"Look, I need to talk to you two. It's important," Phoebe whined.
"You've got, uh," Prue glanced down at her watch, "Five minutes. Go."
Phoebe straightened up and squared her shoulder looking solemn, "Okay, uh, I had a vision this morning, and in this vision a thing was being born, so I started to think back, oh, six, eight weeks ago …"
"Oh my God, you're pregnant," Prue gasped out, ignoring Pandora who face-palmed herself; trust Prue to jump to conclusions, especially when related to Phoebe.
"What?!" Phoebe looked taken aback, her face aghast.
Prue glared at her accusingly, "That's why you came back from New York, isn't it?"
"Prudence!" Pandora barked; Prue winced, although Pandora was the laidback, good-natured baby sister who barely took anything serious, whenever she yelled out her full name, it meant that she had crossed the line and Pandora Halliwell was deathly scary when angered.
Phoebe stood up and placed both hands on her hips, nodding at Pandora in gratitude before glaring at Prue, "No. But I shouldn't be surprised that you would think that. After all, I am the irresponsible sister, the black sheep who always screws up … besides Pandora-"
"Hey! Hurtful!" Pandora snapped, offended.
"-the dark cloud over the Halliwell household," she continued on dramatically.
"Phoebe…" Prue sighed, giving her the no-bullshit stare.
"Okay, I'm not pregnant," Phoebe abruptly admitted in an innocent tone.
"Oh my God, are you saying, Pipe-"
"Excuse me. I think I still have two more minutes," Phoebe interjected, causing Pandora to snap her mouth audibly shut. "FYI, like Pan just realized, we have another sister who has had sex. Remember Jeremy? The guy who blew up in the attic? The warlock boyfriend? Think about it you guys. Because it wasn't me in that vision having the demon child. It was Piper. So, if you won't believe me, you can believe my power."
"Okay, okay. You made your point. Stop it with the woo me Black Sheep crap. We believe you," Pandora said weakly, looking utterly faint as she traded fearful looks with a flabbergasted and stupefied Prue.
Phoebe nodded superciliously, "Good. Now if you'll excuse me. My five minutes are up and I'm supposed to be helping Piper at the Spencer's. Make a plan and let me know."
Once Phoebe left, Pandora glumly stated, "What this family needs is an intervention."
"Wha-, why? For who?" Prue stammered, surprised by the sudden change of subject.
"Well for starters, Piper is pregnant with a demon child according to Pheebs' vision. That girl needs a guide-book for how to date and who to date, I mean, a warlock, and then let's not forget the ghost," she scoffed, ignoring the amused glitter in Prue's eyes, "And secondly, Phoebe needs an intervention, she keeps dressing herself down."
Prue sighed dismally, "I suppose it's mostly my fault. You two were both trouble, but at least you were more responsible. I should tone it down with her a bit."
"Yup, you should," Pandora agreed.
Prue nodded and cleared up her desk, "Right. So, you go check the book for demon babies and anything about Jeremy. I'll try and finish up early and meet you at the house."
"You better. I don't want some demon calling me Auntie. Besides, I'm too young to be an aunt!"
***P4***
"You have seen them perform Wiccan magic, are you certain?" Dumbledore asked curiously after the Malfoys and Severus regaled the few combats the four sisters had partaken.
"We have seen two out of four. Pandora emits some sort of electric blue field that protects those on the other side-"
"Deflection," Albus whispered, "I apologize for the interruption, Lucius. The power you speak of is Deflection, I have read that certain affinity becomes potent over time."
"The other one, Piper, she froze the room except for herself and her two sisters at the time," Lucius continued firmly.
Blaise unsurely cleared his throat, "My father informed me about that. He said good witches cannot be affected by most Wiccan spells."
"What of the remaining sisters' powers?" Albus pressed onwards after sending an impressed smile toward Blaise who flushed slightly at the silent praise.
Narcissa sat up proudly, "Well, from the eavesdropping charm I have cast, we overheard that Phoebe has the power of premonition, and the eldest, Prudence, has telekinesis."
"How fascinating-, oh, the youngest has arrived," Albus' attention was diverted toward the Halliwell Manor, and he couldn't help but gasp loudly at her enchanting beauty and obvious similarity to Lucius, "I am afraid that nobody from our world would ever mistake her for being a Malfoy. She bears such a striking resemblance."
"I know," Lucius sighed, a combination of annoyance and pride bubbling inside of him.
A ringing sound echoed from Narcissa's hearing charm, and all six occupants stayed silent, listening curiously as a musical voice answered, "Hello?"
"Unfortunately, we cannot hear the conversation from the other end," Severus grumbled.
"Oh my God! But you and Phoebe are alright though? Nothing happened?" Pandora yelled out frantically. After a moment of silence, a derisive snort echoed around them, "Something is fishy, Piper, or should I say witchy. No way in freaking hell could a tiny blue-blooded woman throw a priest over the balcony."
Another moment of silence occurred before Pandora defensively retorted, "Well, I'm different, I trained in Martial Arts when I was a teen, PLUS I took that survival self-defense class…"
"Hmm, a muggle priest died. Sounds to me like self-defense," Severus quipped rolling his eyes.
Before anybody could offer a retort, Pandora's skeptical voice filled the air around them, "She is the bearer of the demon child, beware Hecate? Yeah, 'cause that doesn't sound ominous at all, Piper! That didn't strike you the least bit odd that some priest was randomly spouting that crap out loud?"
"Oh my God," she suddenly whispered, sounding as though she had an epiphany, "Piper I gotta go. Let me know if anything happens, you and Pheebs take care."
"Hecate? Isn't she the Greek Goddess of Magic and Crossroads in Mythology?" Draco drawled out.
"Correct young Mr. Malfoy. How very odd, indeed," Albus mused, stroking his silvery beard absently as he pondered the one-sided conversation he overheard.
They then began listening in as Pandora trudged up the stairs loudly, muttering to herself along the way, "This can't be a coincidence. Demon child. Phoebe's premonition. Hecate. The hell!"
"Yes, well you're not making sense to us either," Blaise drawled.
Suddenly, after a few minutes of hearing the familiar noise of riffling pages, Pandora's smug yell reverberated around them, "Hecate! Found you! … Damn, we are so screwed!"
***P4***
"Phoebe, Piper? What are you doing back so soon?" Pandora blinked in surprise, her hand marking the page of Hecate in the Book of Shadows. She had been reading the entry over a dozen times, and it didn't change the outcome of how screwed they were. "What's in those boxes?"
Piper dropped the boxes near Pandora and let out a cheer of victory, "I knew I wasn't crazy. Look at these matches. Look at these napkins," she tossed a matchbox over to Phoebe and a stack of napkins toward Pandora who both stared at items in their hands bewilderly, "They all say 'Allison and Elliot' not, 'Jade and Elliot'."
"Okay… so he dumped Allison for Jade, these shit happens a lot, Piper," Pandora drawled out, not comprehending what her sister was blathering on about.
But Phoebe shook her head and whispered, "That explains a lot!"
Ignoring Pandora's confusion, Piper carried on, digging into the box and taking out a piece of paper, stuffing it under the youngest sister's nose, "And look at this. It's Chef Moore's contract for the wedding. Up top it says 'The Wedding of Allison Michaels and Elliot Spencer'. Allison is supposed to marry Elliot tomorrow, not Jade."
"That's probably why she was crying," Phoebe mused, "I wonder what happened."
"Okay, so let me get this straight… this Allison person, the supposed-bride, crashed the Spencer House crying over Elliot marrying Jade who dumped her out of the blue, and you think this is something supernatural, and not a couple's fight? I mean, maybe this Jade lady was an ex of Elliot OR, you know some of these blue-blooded families and their matrimonial contracts. Maybe he's forced to marry Jade by some ancient contract from birth."
Piper and Phoebe gaped at her in a unified dumbfounded shock.
Pandora shrugged nonchalantly, "Whaat? Don't look at me like that. We may be in the twentieth century, but some rich families still do that archaic arranged marriage shit."
Piper sighed desolately, "You might have a point. It's just, I feel for the girl ya know? Imagine watching the man you love marry somebody else. But we can help her, if this is all demonic, then we are the only ones with a chance of getting them back together."
Phoebe's eyes widened at the page of Hecate Pandora subtly pointed her index finger at, and she suddenly exploded, "Okay, I can't hold this in any longer. Your name isn't Piper and that's the good news. You're really Hecate, Queen of the Underworld. You're pregnant with the demon child, which means, I'm afraid we have to kill you."
"What?!" Piper and Pandora blurted out in confusion and hilarity, respectively.
Phoebe smiled sadly, "Not to worry. You have plenty of time. I still have to find the jeweled poignard to kill you with. See?" she showed Piper the page of Hecate.
"You are insane, Pheebs. Piper is not Hecate," Pandora scoffed in amusement, just as Prue walked into the attic with the poignard in her hand.
"The odds, Piper. What are the odds," Phoebe said in a hushed tone.
"I'm not pregnant!" Piper insisted in retort.
"Well, that's good news," Prue casually announced as she joined her sisters near the Book of Shadows. Phoebe's face lightened up drastically and she flung her arms over a bewildered Piper, "Are you kidding me! That's great news. You can live-, wait, but what about my premonition?"
Rubbing her temples in exhaustion, Pandora pierced Phoebe with a meaningful look, "Pheebs, what is it you saw exactly? Other than that thing being born, did ya actually see Piper?"
"Yes!" Phoebe snapped before backtracking slightly, and spoke up in an insecure tone, "I saw her legs."
Pandora couldn't hold her laughter in any longer and had to sit down, clutching her sides as tears streamed down her face. Piper, having had enough with her three sisters talking about her as though she weren't there, blurted out angrily, "Hello, bickering sisters. I'm not pregnant, but I am in the room. Phoebe, how did you know I took a pregnancy test?!"
"I, uh, found the box in the bathroom," Phoebe said sheepishly, garnering a fierce glare from Piper who spat out, "You're supposed to take the trash out, not dig through it."
Pandora's eyes danced with mirth, "Bathroom schedules are way high on our to-do-list now, huh?"
Piper nodded vehemently in response.
"We have bigger problems to deal with," Prue snapped, diverting the attention back to her and the poignard.
***P4***
"-Cliff notes version. The priest who was killed today, he belonged to a secret order pledged to stop Hecate."
"Beware Hecate. That's what Father Trask said. Then he tried to kill Jade," Piper gasped out.
"The muggle world seems to be as dangerous as the Wizarding World," Albus sighed, confused with the overload of information he was processing.
Prue's voice filled the terrace once again, "She's a demon. She comes to earth every two hundred years. She has to find an innocent, put him under her spell, and marry him in a sanctified wedding."
"That's ghastly!" Draco blurted out, his pale face turning to a sickly green.
"Huh, so I guess my blue-blood theory was way off base," Pandora quipped, and Blaise couldn't help but chuckle, finding humor in her words.
"She needs Elliot to impregnate her. That way her child would look normal on the outside, but internally and mentally, her child would be pure demon."
"I don't like this at all. This Jade, or Hecate woman sounds dangerous, Lucius," Narcissa began fretting; she knew that the sisters would eventually have to stop her, and she couldn't help but worry for their safety.
Phoebe sounded scandalized, "This is huge. A child born into the wealth and power of the Spencer Family!"
"Somehow, I don't think it's a coincidence that you're catering this demonic wedding, Piper. I think it's one of those things that we can kind of look forward to as protectors of the innocent," Pandora's voice boomed out.
Albus couldn't help but notice that these four Wiccan sisters bore a resemblance to the machinations of the Order of the Phoenix … the sisters protect the muggle world from demons and warlocks, while they protects the Wizarding World from Voldemort's tyranny and his Death Eaters.
Piper sounded unsure, hesitantly saying, "Well, before we ruin the wedding and my career, let's make sure we're right about Jade."
Five minutes later, the four sisters piled into Piper's jeep and drove down the street; the six occupants in the terrace were silent for a while longer before Narcissa burst out, unable to keep her thoughts concealed any longer, "This is dangerous, Lucius. I fear for them."
"We are not interfering, Cissa. We are trying to live our lives away from trouble, not getting ourselves involved in muggle dilemmas!" Lucius snapped, ignoring the turmoil bubbling inside.
"Lucius is right, Lady Malfoy. The Halliwells must venture this path alone, it is their birthright," Albus held up a hand to placate her as Narcissa looked about to argue fervently, "However, I will cast a disillusion charm on myself and follow them during this wedding ordeal."
"You're going to interfere?!" Severus gasped, gaping at the Leader of the Light in shock and awe.
"No, no, of course not. I stand by my previous statement," Albus sighed wearily, "However, to understand these demons and practice caution for our world, I find it best to stay deftly hidden and watch behind the scenes. After all, how better to understand the unknown, than by studying from afar."
***P4***
Stealthily, the four sisters snuck through the yard of the Spencer House and peeked through the window of Jade's room. They observed as she sat on her bed with her bridesmaids and began opening her presents, giggling loudly as she held up red skimpy lingerie.
"Looks like a normal bachelorette party to me," Prue shrugged.
Pandora gaped at the blonde woman who was obviously Jade, "Sheesh, if she's the demon then that's unfair. They cannot make hot demons, it's completely cheating. It would be like sucking innocents under their web with a snap of their fingers!"
But Piper was more concerned over the fact that they had barely touched her food, "Those deli trays took hours!"
One of the honey-blonde bridesmaids picked up a fertility icon statue, "And you know who this is from. They understand how important it is for you to get pregnant right away."
Prue gasped in recognition, stuffing a hand over her mouth before hissing to the other three, "I know that piece, it's from the Auction House!"
"Pizza Delivery!" a cute looking man walked in dressed as a pizza delivery man, and Piper began to suffer from a conniption fit, blubbering over the fact that she slaved over deli gourmet when they were planning on ordering pizza all along … that was until music began blaring loudly, and the 'pizza delivery guy' began stripping, allowing Piper to let out a sigh of relief.
"Mmm, he looks good enough to eat," the honey-blonde bridesmaid said saucily, eying the stripper as though he were a delicacy.
Jade perked up, slithering forward seductively, "Good idea. Girls! I'm the bride," she snapped, causing the bridesmaids to release him from their hold.
The four sisters gaped in a horrified trance as Jade's fingernails grew long, and utterly monstrous, scratching the stripper deep enough to bleed rapidly and yell in pain.
"I'm gonna hurl. Let's leave!" Pandora hissed, eyes watering at the gruesome sight as they killed an innocent right before their eyes.
***P4***
Pandora had a restless sleep; after they returned from spying on Jade at the Spencer House, the four sisters dashed into their respective rooms without another word, too horror-struck and revolted by the murderous scene they had borne witness to.
Clutching a mug of strongly caffeinated coffee, Pandora settled herself in the conservatory as the sisters began laying out a plan in ceasing the wedding from happening before Jade could get impregnated with the demon child and prove Phoebe's premonition true.
"Somehow we have to stop them," Prue huffed wearily, dragging a hand tiredly through her scalp.
Phoebe nodded in complete agreement, "So, there's only one problem with our plan. We're assuming Allison is gonna be a willing accomplice."
"Why wouldn't she be? She loves Elliot, and besides, if she crashed the Spencer's last night begging for Elliot to take her back, what's to say she wouldn't do a repetition today of all days," Pandora scoffed smartly.
"And the Book of Shadows says that the spell can be broken by a declaration of love sealed with a kiss," Prue commented firmly.
Piper's face flushed with happiness as she began gushing, "It's so romantic. Just like a fairytale. And once Elliot and Allison is out of her spell, Jade's out of luck, no wedding, no honeymoon night."
"No honeymoon, no creepy demon sex, and no sex, no demon spawn spending alternate weekends with daddy," Pandora flippantly continued, "Seriously, now demon's want to ruin sex for me. Unbelievable." Her comment garnered herself three incredulous looks, to which she ignored completely.
"Right, um, ok. I still say we rely on our Power of Four thing and ix-nay the monster bride and her carnivorous bridesmaids," Phoebe said, shuddering slightly at the remembrance of last night's dinner.
"Pheobe, we're supposed to help people, not harm them," Piper scolded her.
"And that's exactly what we're gonna do. Pandora, you're gonna accompany Piper and Phoebe, say you're extra help; you three get Elliot, I'll get Allison, and we'll meet at the front gate no later than 2:30. Everybody has their weapons?"
Prue and Piper grabbed their respective phones, Phoebe took the poignard and Pandora lifted both hands, indicating her Deflection power to protect herself, her sisters and any innocents.
"Na-uh," Prue grabbed the poignard from a pouting Phoebe, "I'll take that."
"Well, since I'm already dressed, as always. It's time for you three stinky sisters to shower so that we can go kick some Hecate butt."
Almost in unison, the three sisters raced each other to shower, leaving behind a smirking and highly amused Pandora to enjoy the tranquility and wonderful caffeine.
***P4***
"I cannot believe I agreed to this," Lucius muttered for the umpteenth time.
"Lucius, I gave you the chance to renege, you-"Albus was harshly interjected by a glowering Lucius, "She is my daughter. I may have abandoned her, and not accepted her as a Malfoy. I may want nothing to do with her, but I will not be a coward and allow harm to befall her. Moreover, if my family and I are to live nearby, we must be knowledgeable in these … demons," he sneered.
Albus and Severus traded meaningful glances; deep inside, no matter what Lucius said, they both knew that the proud, arrogant and impassive Malfoy Lord was deeply concerned and worried for his unclaimed daughter's welfare and by extension, her three sisters. He was merely too proud to verbally admit it.
Currently, the three wizards were following the three sisters throughout the Spencer Household under heavy disillusion and silencing charms, making sure to tweak the spell work so that only the three wizards had the ability to view one another, lest they got lost and also, for communication purposes.
"Stripping-eater bridesmaid ahead," Pandora murmured lowly as a honey-blonde woman walked past them.
"Keep walking," Phoebe hissed.
It was obvious to the wizards that the sisters were a nervous wreck in this house; of course, they did not fail to overhear how the bride and her bridesmaids actually ate a stripper in the confines of their room. Narcissa, Draco and Blaise had gotten violently ill, throwing up bile after hearing the revolting conversation.
"We need to talk to Mr. Spencer," Piper bravely insisted as they approached the bridesmaid.
Looking down at them in disdain, she rudely snapped in a haughty manner, "No one sees the groom before the ceremony."
Pandora scoffed, "Actually that would be the bride. Do we look like the bride to you, 'cause I sure do hope not-, Ouch!" she rubbed her arm, glaring at Piper in offense.
"Is there a problem?" an elderly woman called out, approaching the congregated women.
"Ugh, don't get me started," Phoebe huffed out adamantly, glaring daggers at the bridesmaid.
Piper smiled courteously at the elderly woman, ignoring the enraged and irritated bridesmaid, "Can we talk to you for a sec? It'll … you know, in private."
The three wizards silently followed the four women into a private room; "I believe that is the groom's mother, Mrs. Spencer," Albus quietly informed the two Slytherins.
"Is everything alright?" Mrs. Spencer asked neutrally.
Pandora groaned, "Look, let's cut it with the niceties and the useless chitchat. Your son is not supposed to marry Jade, like at all-"
"I know," Mrs. Spencer firmly cut in to what looked to be the beginning of a long tirade, eliciting six agape stares. "I know more than you can possible imagine," she continued, despite her shocked audience.
"We can help him," Piper softly told her, her voice filled with compassionate and determination.
The elderly woman sniffed into a handkerchief, wiping away tears, "No one can help us. It's too late."
"Not to us," Pandora disagreed.
Phoebe nodded in agreement, "We have a plan. We can stop the wedding!"
Mrs. Spencer's desolate stance transformed into one of resolution. Leaning closer to the sisters, she hastily whispered, "Go to the wine cellar. Wait for me there. I'll join you in ten minutes." Noticing the bridesmaid glaring over at them from afar with suspicion, she boomed loudly, "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do for you."
"This is a terrible idea," Severus hissed when they found themselves lurking behind the three sisters in the wine cellar awaiting Mrs. Spencer's arrival.
"I quite agree. Something seems off," Albus sighed. Lucius began clenching and unclenching his fists, jaw clenched tightly as his brows knitted in worriment, but before another word could be uttered, the door to the cellar yanked open, and two bridesmaids appeared blocking the doorway.
Six gasps echoed in the air, three of which could not be heard due to the silencing charm.
"Merlin's beard!" Lucius exclaimed, silver-grey eyes widened in alarm as the two bridesmaid morphed into their demon selves; their faces were grey and wrinkled, long curved noses, beady black eyes, long oval faces and sharp claws with pointed teeth and twisted ears.
"This is bad," Piper whimpered, her body trembling in fear.
"Really bad! Freeze them, Piper!" Pandora screeched, tugging both sisters backwards from the snarling demons. Piper's hand reached out, and she kept jabbing them forward – to no avail.
"I'm trying, it's not working!" Piper cried out hysterically.
Lucius went to grab his wand, but a wizened hand stopped him, firmly keeping his wand out of reach. He stared into soft blue eyes that were devoid of its regular twinkle, "Lucius, you cannot interfere, I'm sorry," Albus said somberly.
"Wait, it is working, look," Phoebe's exclamation diverted their attention back to the sisters; Phoebe seemed to be pointing at a fly that was frozen in mid-air.
"Of course," Pandora gasped, "You have to be closer to the object you're trying to freeze."
"Forget it. Run!" Piper yelled, grabbing her younger sisters alongside her as they began dashing through the long maze in the wine cellar.
"Jeez, how much wine do the Spencer's hoard," Pandora hissed in awe.
"Really, Pan! Not the time! We have demons on our trail!" Piper snapped, her face lined in worry and her eyes shining with fear. Severus snorted silently; trust Lucius' daughter to be the only existing Malfoy that had humor, particularly during dangerous situations.
Pandora glared at her as they hid themselves in a shady corner, oblivious to the three invisible men standing to their left, "I'm so-rry. You know I blabber drivel when I'm nervous, instead of whining and crying, losing my head like you Piper!"
"Really?!" Phoebe intervened in a hiss before Piper could manage a retort, "You're gonna argue and make me the mediator now of all times. Shut up, both of you!"
The elder sister's phone began to ring, and the three wizards listened intently as she began pleading for Prue to come to their aid. "I'm confident that Prudence would protect them, worry not Lucius," Albus calmly spoke up.
"Worried, I'm not worried, Dumbledore," Lucius scoffed, straightening up, and lifting his chin up snootily; Albus and Severus decided to humor him and prevented themselves from retorting as they quietly waited for the sisters' next course of action.
Five minutes later, the two demons discovered the sisters' hiding place, and they dashed away from arms reach, retreating near the cellar door.
"Okay, they're really close now. Freeze them," Phoebe tugged on Piper's arm, and she quickly threw both hands up, successfully freezing them in the process.
"How marvelous; simply astounding," Albus gasped in awe, his eyes twinkling energetically when Pandora jabbed both hands forward and created an electric blue dome encompassing the three sisters entirely.
"In case they unfreeze, extra protection," Pandora hissed upon noticing the questioning looks.
The wine cellar door opened suddenly, and an enraged Prue appeared in their line of vision, garnering a low sigh of relief from a distressed Lucius. "Piper, Phoebe, Pandora, duck!" she yelled; the three sisters crouched down on the ground, just as Prue's eyes squinted and much to the three invisible wizard's awe, the two demons flew into the air, landing onto some boxes.
***P4***
"If there's anyone here who knows of a reason why these two should not be joined, speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest announced toward the mass of congregated invitees.
"We have a reason!" Piper yelled loudly, as the four sisters and Allison marched up the aisle.
"I love you, Elliot!" Allison cried out desperately.
Pandora knew it was utterly horrible timing, but she couldn't suppress her snort of laughter, "Seriously, that was dramatically played. Quite the histrionics."
"Shush!" Prue and Piper hissed.
Jade snarled at them, her face distorting into a menacing sneer and she venomously growled, "Why you little witch!"
Offended, the Charmed Ones all bellowed in unison, "Hey!"
Ignoring her audience, Jade turned her back on them, lifted both hands into the air and stared up at the sky, chanting loudly, "By Asteria and Perses, open sky and do your worst!" grabbing a dazed Elliot's arm in a tight grip, she snarled, "You're coming with me!"
A tumultuous wind began to roar, blowing everything that lay in its path and the booming sound of thunder erupted overhead, as everyone began screaming and taking cover, running away from the once beautiful garden and sunny weather.
"Come on," Prue yelled, trying to have herself heard over the roaring wind and rumbling thunder. The sisters ran into the house, making a beeline toward Elliot's room where they found Jade straddling Elliot who looked to be in a trance. The three demonic bridesmaid burst into the room, surrounding the sisters, barricading the door.
Jade morphed into her demon form, looking more vicious and twisted than the other three as she clambered off Elliot.
"Alright, quick, we have to banish them back to the underworld," Prue frantically rummaged through her purse, a fearful look imminent on her face, "Uh, the poignard, it's gone."
"What!" Pandora screeched, releasing her shield as the four demons approached them. Suddenly, Phoebe yelled, "Elliot!"
Elliot seemed to have gotten onto his feet, the poignard was glowing, held innocently in his hand; Prue wasted no time and took advantage of the situation, using her power, she moved the demons one by one toward it and watched in incredible awe as they got sucked into the poignard.
A minute later, they vanished from the room completely without a trace, leaving nothing peculiar behind but the now dull poignard. Elliot snapped out of his reverie, his features sharpening and he stared gratefully at the sisters before smiling, "Whoever you four are, thank you."
***P4***
Pandora smiled happily as she watched Elliot twirling Allison in his arms before sharing a passionate kiss filled with love and affection.
"We did that!" Prue squealed, looping her arms with Phoebe and Pandora, who had her other arm looped with a dreamy-eyed Piper.
"And they'll live happily ever after," Phoebe announced in a singsong voice.
Piper sighed blissfully, "I wonder if we will."
"Of course we will, why shouldn't we?" Prue said indignantly.
Piper scoffed in response and bitterly said, "That's easy for you to say. You'll never greet your husband at the door with: 'Honey, I think I froze the kids.'"
"No, I accidentally moved them to another zip-code," Prue laughed in retort.
"But I will see them, find them, and bring them back safely. If I can ever learn how to control my powers," Phoebe piped up smartly. They whipped their head to stare at Pandora questioningly.
"Oh, alright, I'll play along. My husband would never have to worry about unsavory boys approaching our daughters, I'll just deflect them," Pandora countered smugly. There was silence for a moment, before Prue and Piper groaned, and Phoebe grudgingly huffed, "Okay, you win. But you never know what your powers could evolve to."
"I'll deal with it when the time comes. Now, in all seriousness, this demon wedding has given me an amazing idea for a new movie. It can be called … 'The Wedding From Hell'," Pandora beamed.
The sisters all burst out into loud bouts of laughter; it felt good to laugh after having a near death experience and a tough day of demon hunting.
"I guess true love really does prevail," Prue smiled after she wiped the remnant tears of laughter from her face.
"Speaking of true love…" Piper drifted off, smirking smugly as Andy approached Prue.
"Fancy seeing you here," Andy quipped. Prue smiled, holding out the poignard, making Andy frown in confusion, "How'd you know I'd be here?"
"I didn't, I was going to drop it off after the wedding," Prue replied, making an excuse up from the top of her head.
Pandora smiled fondly at them before taking out her phone, "I think I'm gonna go visit Conner at the hospital, see if he could take a small break."
"Say hi to your sexy doctor for us," Phoebe called after her retreating back.
***P4***
Albus, Severus and Lucius spent the whole afternoon, all throughout the night explaining to Narcissa, Draco and Blaise about the wedding and the Hecate demon.
"I must confess, the Halliwells are impressive. For novice Wiccan Witches, they are quite powerful, and their powers are only going to grow with each passing day," Albus informed them calmly.
"What are you talking about, Dumbledore," Lucas sighed, he was in no mood for riddles and was holding on to a tumbler of Firewhiskey like it was his lifeline. He had never been more scared for someone other than himself, his wife or his son, and today took a huge toll on him. Seeing the daughter he abandoned so close to death, terrified him, leaving a mark on his soul.
Weighing his words slowly, Albus said, "From what you have informed me, and from what I have seen. Either their mother or grandmother bounded their magic, meaning they hadn't grown up with their powers, not allowing it to consume them and grow potent. Now that they have received their magic, they are going to evolve as they get older."
"As long as they can defend themselves, it doesn't matter," Narcissa argued.
Albus bowed his head, "You are correct, Lady Malfoy. But as they grow more powerful, they will draw out more powerful and volatile demons to the surface and after them."
The five audiences gaped at him in horror; they couldn't imagine demons and warlocks more powerful than what they have already seen.
A/N: Did you like this chapter?
I enjoyed writing Pandora's part and her hilarious quips. Let me know what you think.
Did you enjoy Dumbledore's involvement? Is there anyone else you would like me to add from the Harry Potter world?
Also! I have received many questions asking me if I will have the Malfoys aid the Halliwells, of that I am unsure. We still have eight seasons to go, maybe they will, maybe not. But this is the Charmed gig, it is up to them to protect the innocent. But obviously, later on the Charmed Ones will build a relationship with the Malfoys … maybe yes, maybe no … it's too soon to tell. Read and see! XD
R&R.
