Heya guys! Thanks for reviewing. I have a little problem. I'm not sure if I want to concentrate on just Piper's kids in this fic and work on Phoebe's and Paige's kids in later, maybe sequel-type fics; or if I should just include the entire family in this one story. You're opinion would be greatly appreciate. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, you guys know this already, so can I just stop typing it. I'm ever so lazy ( lol

Chapter 7

The Power

"A clan of upper level demons whose only object is to ensure that the Charmed Ones don't exist." Prudence Charlotte Halliwell read from the Book of Shadow. "They call themselves the Power."

Patricia snorted, rolling her large brown eyes. "Original."

"So they want to kill Mom?" Penelope asked.

"They killed ours." Melinda said with a bitter tone in her voice. Five pairs of eyes went straight to her. "What I meant was that they have enough power to have killed our mother. Meaning that they'll have enough power to kill Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige."

"Do they have enough power to kill us?" Patty sniffed. "I mean, come on, we're the children of the Charmed Ones. We have a twice blessed witch on our side and half of us are part whitelighter. Altogether we could be more powerful than our mothers were in their time."

"Wait." Chris frowned. "The Power are supposed to want to destroy the Charmed Ones. Well our mothers weren't the Charmed Ones, they renounced that title a long time ago."

"Maybe they want to make sure they won't reform." Prue suggested.

Mel frowned. No, that didn't sound right. "Or maybe they weren't aiming for Mom. Maybe they were after us."

"Us?" Patty raised her eyebrows.

"Well if the Charmed Ones renounce their title, then that title can move onto another set of Warren witches." Melinda said simply. "Isn't that how it works?" She turned to Myles.

"Oh." The whitelighter's green eyes widened slightly. "Uh, well, I guess technically that would be correct. But it might be a little more complicated than that."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Prue, does the Book say anything about a vanquishing spell, or a potion?"

Prue's chocolate eyes scanned the Power entry. "Nope. There's a short history, and a warning. Oh, here we go," Prue let out a low, cold laugh, "It says we need the power of three."

"Why don't I go up to the Elders?" Myles suggested, glancing at Mel to check. She nodded and he orbed away.

"I don't trust him." Chris snarled as soon as Myles' orbs dissolved from the atmosphere.

"I know." Melinda said sternly. "But I do. And he's my whitelighter, so back off."

"I think the best game plan we can come up with is to prepare ourselves." Prue shrugged. "We can churn out some garden variety vanquishing potions and just all stick together."

"What about Wyatt?" Penny asked. "Isn't he going off to that interview?"

"Wyatt can take care of himself." Chris said. "Besides, if anything happened, I could sense it. For that matter, so could Patty," he added, glancing at the young empathic witch.

"Right, 'cause I can control my powers." Patty rolled her eyes. "So, potions!" She clapped her hands together and moved towards the Book.

"No, not you." Prue stepped between her youngest sister and the ancient tome. "You shouldn't even be here. Mom said that if there are demons around then we should send you home."

"What?!" Patty's dark eyes exploded in fury. "No way. Come on, you yourself said to stick together. What if the demons come after me at home? I'll be all alone."

"She has a point." Mel said. Prue shot her cousin a glare. "Look, we'll take care of her. Any sign of a demon, Chris will orb her right out. Besides, the more witches around, the more powerful we'll be."

There was a moment of silence. Everything that had happened over the past few minutes sunk in.

"Right, so…potions?" Penny snapped up from her seat and went over to the cauldron.

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"Henry Samuel Mitchell, get back here!" Paige Matthews bellowed at her son. The nineteen year old boy rolled his eyes and turned around.

"What, Mom?" He mumbled. His cool, bored exterior only masked his terror. He was in for it now; his mother could be really scary when she was angry.

Paige gazed at her son and spoke in a cold, calm voice. "If I see you using your magic for personal gain, especially if its to punish a mortal you don't particularly like. I promise you that you won't be able to orb anywhere until you're 21." With that, she orbed out of the room.

Henry kicked the air. He had only used a simple spell to make Robert McDonald pay for stealing his girlfriend. The bastard deserved it after all. Sighing, Henry orbed to the Halliwell Manor, knowing that either Chris or Wyatt would have something interesting to do for the day.

"Henry?" Penny looked up at him. He had orbed into the kitchen, where he found her cousin digging through the cupboards.

"Hey, Pen." Henry greeted casually. "Where is everyone? What're you doing?"

"You didn't hear?" Penny asked, pulling out a small jar of powdered toadstool. "There was demon attack."

"Another one?" Henry exclaimed, his dark eyes wide. "Why didn't anyone call me?"

"I don't know." Penny said, sticking her head into the cupboard again and pulling out a pouch of cardamom seeds. "Speaking of, we should call Peyton. She's probably at the gym, right?"

"Yeah." Henry nodded. "I'll call her."

"Come up to the attic." Penny advised, hugging all the potion ingredients to her chest.

"Here, let me help." Henry raised his hand. "Herbs!" The jars of various herbs and spices orbed out of Penny's arms. "Attic!" Two seconds later, the sound of glass clattering on floorboards echoed through the house.

"Henry, that's personal gain." Penny said softly, running upstairs to continue with her potion making.

"Personal gain." Henry growled. Rolling his eyes, he pulled out his cell phone and dialled Peyton's number.

"Hello?" A breathless voice spoke loudly into the phone.

"Hey sis." Henry said, walking up the stairs as he spoke. "Demon attack at Wyatt's. I'd get here as soon as possible if I were you."

"Junior, I've got a jujitsu class to teach." Peyton snapped. "Look, I'll get there as soon as possible, but I'm not making any promises."

"Okay." Henry bit his lip, his dark eyes glancing at a picture of the three Charmed Ones sitting together. His Aunt Piper's smile exuded such a feeling of happiness and security. "I'm just worried that's all, be careful sis."

"Yeah, I know, Junior." Peyton replied. "The kids are here, I'll see you in an hour."

Henry hung up the phone and entered the attic. Prue and Chris were sitting with the Book of Shadows and a few other books, taking notes. Penny and Melinda were sitting at the low, round altar table, making potions.

An unfamiliar man sat with Patty, speaking quietly. Patty seemed somewhat annoyed and frustrated at something.

"Is Peyton coming?" Penny asked immediately, not taking her eyes off of her work.

"Yeah, in about an hour." Henry sighed.

"An hour?!" Prue looked up. "That could be too late."

"Too late for what?" Henry asked, horror entering his gaze.

"Stop it." Mel shook her head at Prue. "Henry, she's just being melodramatic. Just because there are some demons after us doesn't mean we're in that much trouble."

"Except when those demons are very well organised and have spent their entire existence hoping to destroy the Charmed Ones." Prue snapped. "That and they've already succeeded in destroying one of them."

For a moment, the room was silent.

"Prue." Chris's voice was low and solemn. The single word was foreshadowed with anger.

"Chris." Mel stood up, moving towards her brother. "Look, we can deal with this. It's hard but we can deal with it." The hostility in the air remained, but the cousins began working again.

"Who's –," Henry began, his eyes glancing at the unfamiliar man standing in the attic.

"Myles," Mel stated, almost proudly. Chris's eyes glanced up sharply, glaring the newest member of the Warren team. "He's my whitelighter."

"Oh." Henry smiled at Myles. "I'm Henry." He held out a hand and Myles shook it. "Guys, where's Wyatt?"

"He's at an interview." Mel said, going back to the potion table.

"Huh." Henry grunted. He knew that while Wyatt was applying for a couple jobs, that his eldest cousin only wanted to do one thing. Ever since his graduation, he had wanted to teach at Magic School. Unfortunately, when the Charmed Ones renounced their title, the Elders cut all ties with the Halliwell family. Wyatt didn't have a pixie's chance in the Underworld of working at Magic School.

"What is it?" Chris raised an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing." Henry shook his head. "Do you guys need help?"