Chris woke up early the next morning as usual, Wyatt had always been shocked that anyone would want to wake up early everyday, but Chris couldn't help it. He got quietly out of bed and grabbed his clothes, paper, and a good old ballpoint pen. He was going to write a letter. Chris settled in the common room and debated on how to start, knowing Hope she would want to know everything that had happened in the last 24 hours or so.

Dear Hope,

Everything here is so weird, they have to use these wooden sticks called wands to use their magic and they can't mix technology and magic, seriously they have the whole quill and torches thing going on. The train ride was okay except I was so afraid of not thinking of anything to say I completely forgot my promise to Leo and blabbed a lot of stuff about me and my family. But get this they had no idea who I was, it was great and best of all they didn't know about Wyatt and him being my brother. Still wish I was with you and the rest of the gang, write as much as you can please, without demon hunting I can already tell I'm gonna get really bored. Also can you research some evil dude they're fighting here, his name is Voldemort, I know right stupid name, and they seemed to be really scared of him. Oh and a boy named Harry Potter, he is like me famous, something about surviving a death curse, what's so unusual about that I don't know.

And don't worry Hope no matter what happens here you're still my favorite witch and best friend. Good luck, and that demon that messed with Ryan I found out is a Shelck Demon, I think he's German so bring beer and a pretzel to the vanquish.

Best of Luck and Love,

Chris

(P.S. My cell phone and laptop don't work here, these people are idiots.)

Chris finished his letter and wandered out of the common room toward the owlery, he didn't understand why they just didn't perform a simple balancing spell and get with the new century. He entering the home of the owls and a school owl fluttered right done and held out it's leg. Chris paused were the owls supposed to go oversees? What if it didn't make it and died or something, Chris had lived in San Francisco long enough to be a slight treehugger and loved all animals. He looked at the brown bird and asked "Can you make it across the Atlantic and America to California?" the owl gave a hoot that Chris took as a yes and tied the letter on the leg. The owl floated off and Chris leaned on the window and gazed out on the grounds, the huge lake made him smile and a kinda looking soccer field with what looked like bubble wands stuck in either end made him pause and stare. He glanced down at his watch and realized it was time to go down for breakfast and start his first day of wizard school.

As Chris walked into the Great Hall and toward the Gryffindor table, he noticed that Harry and Ron had their heads close together and were whispering. He smiled to himself, it hadn't even taken them more day to start talking about him. He sat down next to Ron and helped himself to pancakes and bacon, "So guys what's up?"

"Nothing…"Harry said quickly he looked behind Chris and winced "McGonagall coming your way though"

Chris glanced behind him; sure enough there coming toward him was the woman who looked like she should be fighting with Wallace himself. He stood up; in his household you treated teachers and more importantly women with deep respect. "Yes Professor?" He asked politely.

"Mr. Halliwell you and I need to have a discussion about this year."

"Yes, of course Professor."

McGonagall arched a brow at the politeness level, but was pleased none the less. She led him outside the Great Hall into an empty classroom.

"First let me say congratulations on becoming a Gryffindor, it's my house after all. Also you and your housemates will become like family over the next few years and all rewards and punishments are celebrated and suffered together. Any rule breaking will lose you House Points and any exemplary behavior will win you points. These points at the end of the year will be added and the House with the most wins. Gryffindor has won for the past four years and I would like to keep that tradition alive." She looked at him as id saying and if that changed because of you then watch out.

"Now here is your school schedule, you will find that your dorm mates Mr.'s Potter and Wesley have the same. Any questions?"

"No ma'am, thank you though for telling me all this." Chris replied already nose deep in his schedule.

"Good carry on then and don't be late to your first period."

Chris walked off to History of Magic.

&FLASHBACK TO EARLIER&

Harry and Ron walked down breakfast wondering where their new dorm mate had wandered off to. "I mean he wasn't in his bed and we haven't seen him, he just a little suspicious." Ron said.

"Well yeah, he comes from a powerful family and suddenly transfers here? It doesn't make sense if his old school was so safe."

"What did you get out of him yesterday?" by this point Harry and Ron had reached the table and sat down to eat.

"Well, just that he's related to the Charmed Ones whoever they are, and get this he had no idea who I was."

"Really", Ron had never met another person who didn't know who Harry was. "That's so weird, shush he's coming."

& END OF FLASHBACK&

Chris proceeded to History of Magic and met Ron and Harry at the door.

"So what did the McGonagall want?" Ron asked in what he hoped was a casual voice.

"Nothing really just to give me my schedule and the heads up on house points, oh by the way we have all the same classes."

With that he walked into the room, Chris was surprised to see that a ghost was teaching the class and then breathed a sigh of relief that the ghost wasn't his great-grandmother, cause that would be hell on earth. He walked up to Binns and introduced himself, "Hello I'm a new student my name's Chris Halliwell."

His fellow students were surprised that he had even tied to talk to Binns but they were more surprised when Binns responded in a voice very much unlike his usual wheezy one.

"Did you say Halliwell?"

"Um yes…"

"You couldn't possibly be the son of a Charmed One could you?"

"Yeah…," Chris hated these types of conversation "Pipers my mother."

"Well, well, well. We have to redirect our lesson for today then don't we."

Chris stared this was his worst nightmare coming true, a history lesson about his family. Which meant a lesson about Wyatt.