if there is any confusion over the new girl just ask because she is going to be a major part in the next couple of chapters
"I don't have a cousin my age or one named Tricia." Chris hissed as he dragged the new girl into the hall.
That's because we have never met before. I'm Prue's daughter."
"My Aunt Prue died 3 years before I was born and you are MY age. Forgive me if I don't believe you."
"Have you ever heard of the Protectors?" she asked her blue eyes questioning.
"No, who are they?" Chris asked he was really curious.
"They are witches who died but were given a second chance to live as long as they protect the innocent. My mother was given that chance two years after she died; one year later she had me with a fellow protector."
"So where is she, she's the only former or current Charmed One alive. We could really use her."
"She isn't allowed to interfere with your life and can't use her Charmed Powers." Tricia explained she had been expecting this type of reaction.
"Why you here, Magic School are would probably be a better choice for you?" Chris was confused. Another child of a Charmed One in England, what the hell was going on?
"Magic School has been overtaken by evil, that's why I'm here; to inform you of the prophecy made at your birth."
"Who took over Magic School? Prophecy?"
"Wyatt, the twice-blessed is fully evil now. That's what the prophecy is about. The brother thought to be less shall travel to a place forbidden and forever change history. Resistance shall help, as well as the live ancestor thought dead. Power of Three will rise again as the bell tolls 13 and one thought help will join the society of Wormtails, time changes and time saves."
"Wait that was made when I was born?" Chris was doubtful it actually applied to him.
"Yep, you are the brother thought less, you are our Savior." Tricia wanted him to understand that he was important.
"So is that why you are here, to help me change Wyatt back?" Chris wanted to believe that Wyatt could be his brother again and wanted someone else would agree with him.
"If that's what you want to do, we could just kill him." Tricia pondered this option it wasn't appealing but it might be necessary.
"No that would be murder, an evil act we can't do that." Chris practically shouted.
"Okay whatever; we need to go back to class and act normal. Don't mention who my mother is, you were just surprised because I wasn't supposed to join you here, understand?" Tricia said this very fast and very low, the bell rang, dismissing them from class and his class filed out giving him strange looks.
'Come on, I'm hungry and it's dinner time." Chris dashed into the room and grabbed his bag and then ran back out grabbed his cousin and went to dinner.
They walked to Gryffindor table and sat down next to Hermione and Ron who were currently arguing about whether or not Harry and Chris should have lost their tempers with Umbridge.
Chris sat down and grabbed a chicken leg. His mind was still on the prophecy; he needed to decode it so that he could better understand it. A 'live yet dead ancestor' that could be anyone, his family members had an annoying habit of not staying dead. Also the time travel business, what else could it be, was disturbing; time travel was against magical law, something about 'future consequences' and changing too much or too little.
Harry walked into the Great Hall looking pissed, Chris belatedly remembered their detention, he was probably supposed to stay after and arrange it.
Harry popped down on the bench next him and sighed "Detention starts tonight at 7 o'clock in her room."
"Yeah, thanks for finding out the information. My cousin showed up out of the blue and caught me by surprise so I forgot all about it."
"It's alright I could tell that you weren't expecting her." Harry turned to Tricia, "So why are you here?"
"Oh, family matters. Professor Dumbledore said that it would be best if I stayed here for a while with Chris." Tricia shrugged turning on the charm so that they wouldn't question it too much.
"Oh okay." With that the three accepted Tricia into their lives and the rest of the day commenced as usual until it was time for Harry and Chris's detention.
They filed into her office, there were two desks waiting for them and Umbridge was seated behind her desk.
"Please sit down boys," she said in her sugaryest voice yet.
Harry and Chris both set their stuff down next to a desk and sat down.
"Your detentions are to copy out lines. Mr. Potter yours will be "I must not tell lies" and Mr. Halliwell yours is "I must not spread untruthful rumors." You may both begin and use my quill please."
Harry looked at the desk and then raised his hand "Professor, you gave us no ink."
"Oh, you won't need any ink I believe." She simpered at the both of them.
Chris and Harry both started writing and realized at the same what she meant by no ink being necessary. Chris stared at the words cut into the back of his hand; he looked over at Harry and saw the same thing had happened to him. It was beginning to piss him off and he quickly suppressed the feeling so that the bitch wouldn't notice.
The next two hours passed slowly with the words slowly not healing as well as before. She asked them to walk forward and after examining their hands said that they were dismissed until tomorrow and that yes they had to come back.
Chris waited until they were out of earshot to explode.
"What the hell was that, is it an English thing to torture students or just an Umbitch thing?" he whirled on Harry and looked at him.
Harry looked taken aback; apparently he wasn't use to people shouting random things at him in the hallway.
"Why does it matter? We complain and she just feels more power because she got to us." Harry shrugged he didn't want to give that power to Umbridge, but he saw Chris's point, the mere fact that she could do this gave her power.
"Yeah I can see your point, but we could resist in a quieter way." Chris stopped walking and turned to look directly at Harry.
"What do you mean?" Harry was wary of what Chris wanted to do.
"Between your apparent experience with fighting wizards and mine with demons and etc. we could get these kids ready for what we know is out there." Chris smiled, he was use to teaching, he had led a class back at Magic School for this very thing.
"I don't know; if you haven't realized kids here think I'm crazy and a liar. They wouldn't want to be taught by me." Harry knew this was true, kids edged out of his way when they saw him coming.
"So? People do that to me all the time, comes with being me. If you want to prove them wrong we should do this." Chris didn't see the problem; if people didn't like you so screw them.
Harry thought about it, and thought about it and thought about it. "I'll think about it, we'll see how it goes, if it gets worst or stays the same we'll do what you say."
Chris nodded that would do, for now.
Chris woke up early Saturday morning, the week had progressed okay. His first class with McGonagall had been memorable; she had given them the task of transforming chairs into cats. Chris had merely concentrated then waved his hand and volia instant cat. Hermione had been pissed; she claimed that it didn't count because he didn't use the spell. McGonagall had been impressed; the small smile had given it away, as had the 10 points to Gryffindor.
Chris rolled out of bed still really early, as usual; he pulled on his old cross-county shirt and his running shoes and padded out of the dorm. Chris always use to run to clear his head, it helped him think when a lot of stuff was going on. Little did he know that this ability to run would later save his life on the streets of San Francisco. Chris was thinking about Harry, the fact that Hope hadn't answered yet, the prophecy, and Umbridge. He quickly decided that Hope was too busy with demons or something, Harry still hadn't made up his mind, and he needed help with the prophecy. Chris finished his run and headed to the Great Hall, enough time had passed that his friends would be there getting breakfast.
As he headed to the table he saw Tricia pop her head up and smile when she saw what he was wearing, Hermione also noticed.
"What are you wearing?" she asked looking at his sweat soaked tee-shirt.
"My cross-country shirt," Chris was offended it didn't look that bad.
"What's it say on the back?" Hermione asked looking curious now that she had identified it as Muggle clothing.
"Something Wicked This Way Runs." Chris replied smiling, "We wanted it to say, We Do It In The Woods, but the school thought that it was too suggestive."
Everyone once they got the joke started laughing; they stopped however at the angry shout that echoed across the Great Hall.
"CHRISTOPHER, get over here NOW!!!"
Chris glanced over and paled to the point where he was dead white.
All he could think was what the hell was his father doing here.
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