So before Professor Binns wanted to teach about his family.
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Chris hurried to forestall his professor; he couldn't have them finding out who he was related to.
"Professor, don't you think that we should stick to the approved lesson plan?"
"Well yes, I honestly don't know much about the Halliwells…but, I do know someone who does."
"Really? Who?" Chris was curious, he probably knew this person if they knew a lot about his family.
"Well there's Melinda Warren, but she isn't very up to date on recent news. Hmm there is also Penelope Halliwell; do you know her?"
"My great-grandmother," who hated men and the two boys who had the audacity to be born into her family; Chris really hoped it wasn't going to be her.
"Well, let's summon her then alright." Chris stared in horror, no not Grams he thought. But this small, very small, dream and hope were crushed when Binns opened his mouth.
"Well, do you know the spell Mr. Halliwell?"
"Yep," and he damned himself for knowing it.
"Recite please Mr. Halliwell."
"Hear these words, hear my cry, Spirit from the other side. Come to me, I summon thee. Cross now the great divide." As the swirls of light descended so did Chris's stomach; he remembered the last time Grams visited.
&FLASHBACK&
It was Wyatt's 15 birthday and everyone had gathered to celebrate the twice-blessed making it another year. Chris sat off to the side; his dad was there and his mother had begged him not to make a scene. Chris had smiled as his little sister Melinda walked up, the little sister that would go missing two weeks late;. they had never found her. Chris thought she was dead, but that's not the point. She sat next to him, "So golden boy once more takes the spotlight."
"As usual," Chris had replied "should we be used to it?"
"More than likely, it hurts less."
"Watch him get a girl pregnant or something, that will knock him down a peg or two."
"I like that idea."
"Watch out, here comes the Man-hater." Grams had wandered over with a smile for Mel and a blank look for Chris.
"So how's my oldest grandchild?" She asked Mel, Mel had glanced at Chris and smirked.
"I don't know why don't you ask him?"
That had thrown Grams, she honestly never considered the boys as part of the family; though they were both more powerful than the girls. With a last glance though she had swept away and not talked to them the rest of the night.
&END FLASHBACK&
Grams materialized and Chris noticed his class staring in shock.
"My old friend," Grams cried "what do you need me for?"
"I wish you to teach a class of Halliwell history Penny."
"I'd love too, but who summoned me? It wasn't you."
"That was me Grams." Chris braced himself, knowing her this could get ugly.
"YOU!! What are you doing here?"
"Ask Leo." Chris actually wanted to know himself.
"I will, you can be sure of that!! Magic school is so much safer; what with your family gone."
"Thanks for reminding me." Chris said with venom
She was looking at him funny, like she actually cared what happened to him. It unnerved Chris who was used to Grams looking at him with disgust and wonder; like how the hell did he come from her family.
"Hallway, now," She said and swept into the aforementioned hallway. Chris followed noticing that his classmates were still staring.
"Well, what's going on?"
"Wyatt's evil," Chris said; he knew it would shock her and he was right.
"No…" Grams whispered, she was horrified; a Halliwell evil? The idea was almost unthinkable.
"Yes, that's why I'm her I think, to protect me. So you can't say anything and I mean anything about him. Okay?"
"Alright," she understood the importance of the situation.
"Okay," Chris walked back into the classroom.
The lesson continued with Grams regally his new classmates with stories of his mother and aunt's youth and the many demons they had vanquished. As they walked out though; Hermione brought up something he hardly noticed any more.
"Your grandmother didn't mention you at all; she talked only about the girls in your family."
"That's because Grams doesn't think that men belong in the family; no matter how amazing, smart, and dashingly handsome they are."
"Oh," Hermione didn't know how to respond to that, but Harry and Ron both laughed. Harry followed wondering if Chris could summon his parents.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, Snape though was impressed with how much about potions Chris knew. Of course Snape never showed this, it wouldn't fit his image. Then it was time for Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Umbridge.
Umbridge reminded Chris of this one demon Mel and him had encountered when they were really small, it was a toad demon.
"Welcome class; this year we will be following a carefully structured theory-centered Ministry approved course of defensive magic. Any questions?" Her eyes glittered like, ask a question and die.
"When you say theory, do you mean there will be no wandwork?" Dean Thomas asked.
"Why would you need to practice the spells? There is nothing out there to hurt you?"
Chris raised his eyebrows at this; nothing to hurt you? Had this woman ever heard of demons and warlocks etc.?
"What about the O.W.L.S.?" Hermione asked, she had a panicked look on her face.
"Your hand is not up," Umbridge declared.
"As long as you have studied the theory long enough, there is no reason why you should not be able to perform the spells under carefully controlled examination conditions."
"Isn't that kind of risky?" Dean Thomas inquired.
"There is nothing risky out there, as long as you have studied the theory..."
"What good's theory in the real world?" Harry asked loudly. "There are evil people out there waiting, we need to be prepared."
"There's nothing out there Mr. Potter"
"Yes there is," Chris spoke at last. "What about the balance?"
"Excuse me?" She asked in a deadly voice.
"The cosmic balance the idea that without evil there is no good and vice versa. You have to have one to be able to define what the other is. So the demons and warlocks out there waiting are necessary, but so is the ability to defend yourself."
"There is such thing as demons."
"Then you are the one that needs to study the theory of the world not me."
"Detention Mr. …?"
"Halliwell, Chris Halliwell."
"Halliwell?" There was a slight tremor to her voice
"Yep, so about that detention?'
"It stands." Now there was a snap.
"That's ridiculous."
"Then you Mr. Potter will be joining him."
"Fine, but he just proved there is something waiting, or someone."
"Someone…" she spoke with a warning tone.
"Voldemort, Professor."
"He is DEAD, and not coming back, another detention."
"So what happened to Cedric then, he just dropped dead?"
"It was a tragic accident."
"Sounds about as accidental as a demon wandering into my house," Chris commented. He had stood up like Harry; they were united against Umbridge and her insanity.
"Detention for you again as well, I don't care who you mother is."
"Was." Chris said softly.
"What?" Umbridge had been thrown off her track.
"The correct grammar would be; who my mother was. She is dead, so are her sisters so be careful of what you say."
"It would be very wise, Professor to take heed of that."
Everyone turned around at the new voice, the class had been following the argument like one follows a ping pong match.
"Who are you?" Umbridge, Harry, and Chris asked.
"Well, I'm Tricia," she pointed at Chris "Your cousin."
Wyatt was born in Febuary, a year and 9 months later Chris in born in November and then 14 months later Melinda is born in January. If that helps with the ages.