Here's the next chapter, and also i need a beta reader because i have a lot of typos that word doesn't pick up and need someone to proof read.
Ilaria
Dumbledore it turned out knew quite a bit, as he always did, and being Dumbledore was going to let Chris figure it out by himself.
"I don't …don't know what you are talk…talking about." Chris stammered out.
"My dear boy, don't try that on me! I am Dumbledore and I know about Wyatt and the damage he has set on America. That is what I believe you could help the Order with, Voldemort is either being helped by him or helping him. We need to stop him." Dumbledore explained this with much movement of his arms and hands.
"They won't listen to me, especially since you have a ridiculous rule about age requirements." Chris tried to reason his way out of it. After all, the Order wasn't going to listen to him,…were they?
"They will listen if I tell them to." Dumbledore drew in a breath; he had known this wasn't going to be easy based on his family and their stubbornness.
"My young Christopher, you will be accompanying Harry and his friends to the London house over the holidays." With that he wandered away and left Chris staring after him in shock.
"That man would give the Elders a run for their robes if they ever met." And shaking his head walked back to the castle. The other three had already gone in to eat; Chris wasn't hungry at the moment and walked up to the tower to think.
How could he help the Order? If everything that Harry told him was true than they already had a lot of information. There were some adults in America who might help, but most were currently cowering in fear of Wyatt and his minions. Darryl might but he was a mortal or a Muggle as they called them and they wouldn't take him seriously and if they did they would never let him help with missions. Darryl was a former cop, he had to be involved with missions it is what he does, well if Shelia will let him that is. Chris threw himself down on the sofa in the Common Room and looked at the ceiling. He was beginning to feel bored, he was used to demon hunts and his life being in constant danger, even when Wyatt was good there was always someone after one of his family members. He sighed and fell asleep on the sofa.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also discussing the Order and the holidays. Ron because he wanted a real break from school and the Christmas cooking that came with it; Hermione was going skiing, something neither Harry nor Ron understood but Chris got, apparently he loved skiing. Harry wasn't sure what was happening over the holidays for him, he just wanted out from this school and the stared and Umbridge.
"Harry ready for the first match of the year?" Ron asked while stuffing his face with potatoes.
"Yeah, Slytherin can't wait to knock that smirk of Malfoy's face when we win." Harry grinned and his grin only widened when Hermione muttered something about stupid boys.
"Hey guys, how was the village?" Tricia sat down next to them and reached for a plate.
"Fine, the meeting went really well and a lot of people signed up." Hermione beamed again that her idea had been successful, well it's Hermione when are they not successful? "How's your mom?"
"Great, she's been really busy with her charges in America and doesn't know if she can come back soon. Though where's Chris? I have a message for him from his mother."
"I thought Chris's mother was dead, and what's going on in America that's so bad?" Harry asked now at attention, this was interesting wasn't it.
'She is, my mother can talk to people in the afterlife and she saw Aunt Piper and Aunt Piper gave her a message." Tricia now avoided their eyes and ate her chicken as though it was the most interesting thing she had ever done
"What about the business in America? You didn't answer that one." Ron accused looking at her dead on. Trying lying when someone is looking you dead in the eye, it's really hard to do.
"A war a magical war where no one is attempting to stop the bad guy, excuse me." Tricia got up and hurried away looking for Chris.
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The trio hurried upstairs and into the common room guessing that's where Tricia went.
"Hah we found you!" Ron stated the obvious and pointed at them.
"Really? Couldn't tell, I mean we weren't in plain sight for anyone to see." Chris drawled from the sofa where he was sitting.
"Look what is this war you were talking about?" Hermione asked, looking at Tricia.
"You TOLD them??" Chris shouted; getting up and rounding on his cousin.
"They wouldn't leave it alone and I keep a secret like Aunt Phoebe does, you know that." Tricia defended herself.
"That's not important, why does no one want to help fight the bad guys?" Harry asked; to his deep and true rescue the world and save everyone persona, that seemed impossible.
"Because the effing Elders told everyone to back off and they would deal with it. They are still mediating on what approach to take, that started about a year ago."
"Oh." Was all the other three could say after that.
"Chris you mother as a message for you." Tricia said softly after a moment.
"What is it?"
"Don't do a thing your father tells you to or I'll come back from the dead and blow you up. I love you peanut and good luck finding Mellie, I obviously did a good job raising one of you. Don't forget about love as it makes the world go round." Tricia read this off a sheet of paper and then handed it to Chris so he could keep it.
"Why would your mother not want you to do anything your father wants you to do?" Harry asked confused, most parents told you to listen and obey the other.
"Because my father left our family to further his career, my family has all the luck with love. Every person you fall in love with loves you back and you live happily ever after, yep the Halliwells are the story book ideal on love."
Chris said bitterly. He hated his father for breaking his mother's heart and forgetting about all his children but Wyatt and only when something important was happening did he remember Wyatt.
"Was that sarcasm?" Ron muttered to Hermione who sighed and nodded.
"Okay thanks." Ron sat back and nodded to himself.
"What career is more important than your family?" Harry asked, looking at Chris with concern.
"Being an Elder and helping the greater good. Or at least that's what he would say when he missed a birthday or a game or something else important. He didn't even show up when Mel went missing, claimed that he was needed somewhere else and it was more important." Here Chris laughed as another memory hit him. "Mom was so mad she blew him up about 30 times before he finally got the hint and left for the heavens."
"Your mother blew him up?" Ron asked in concern
"Yeah it was great." Chris smiled to himself as he remembered it.
"How was she able to do that more than once and he is still alive?" Hermione asked looking at Chris as though he was a screw or two loose.
"Oh my dad's immortal, one of the perks being an Elder so it hurt but it didn't kill him. My mom has the power of molecular combustion so that's how she did it."
"You mean the spell for blowing things up?" Harry asked now confused because Chris made it sound like his mother was the only one with the power.
"No in Wicca you are born with certain powers and as you grow older they develop and you gain new ones. Molecular immobilization led to molecular combustion and molecular reversal, that is also what my sister can do. I have telekinesis and everything that comes off that." Chris explained, he had been wondering when this conversation was going to come up.
"Oh alright that makes sense." Harry understood now where he was coming from.
"Hey when are we having meeting for the defense thing?" Chris asked.
"Whenever we find a place to meet and a time that works for everyone, that'll be hard since we are all in three different houses and the Quidditch teams are involved." Harry answered now thinking about it.
"Well I can help with potions and physical defense, stuff that isn't taught here." He offered figuring that they needed all the information they could get.
"That sounds cool yeah we can do that." Harry nodded as he thought it though. He could tell in class that Chris knew what he was doing and he could help others.
"So what now?" Ron asked
"We have practice and need to get going." Harry answered and both him and Ron got up to get their brooms and head down to the pitch. Hermione muttered something about homework and left for the library.
Tricia turned to Chris and had a look on her face that Chris recognized well, even after knowing her for only a few months.
"What's up, you look like you won a prize." Chris sat back and rolled his shoulder, they hurt from the tension he had gotten talking about his father.
"I think that I found where they are keeping Mel and the other children." Tricia said slowly.
"What? Where?" Chris leapt up and looked at her with a wild look on his face, one of hope and fear of being disappointed.
"It's in Canada and it's a psychiatric hospital that was abandoned several years ago and still has activity according to the locals." Tricia studied Chris's face, he was thinking hard about this one.
"We will go when we have more support and more information." He decided at last.
"Sounds like a plan." She said in reply.
They slapped palms in victory.
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