Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I prolly wouldn't be on the internet writing my

ideas. Lmao No, unfortunately, Harry Potter does not belong to me but the oh-so talented J. K.

Rowling. Let us all bow down to her bows

Charmed is not mine either, It belongs to the people at WB. I tried to get them to sell it to me but

they won't accept my generous offer of $50. ;-) lmao But Chris is definitely mine...but that's

another story for another day :-) lmao

Mind speech

/parseltongue/

.:signing:.

)Written(

"Regular talk"-d'uh lmao

Are you happy out there in this great wide world?

Do you think about your sons?

Do you miss your little girl?

Chapter Five

Saying Goodbye

9thSummer

It was some of the saddest days of Harry's life. He sat on the stairs, his eyes watering with tears as everyone talked in the rooms under him.

'I don't understand!' he thought, not for the first time. 'Why can't she just come back? Why did

she have to go? Who's going to take care of me?'

"Harry?" called three voices, before three very pretty woman walked up the stairs together.

'Stupid question.' Harry thought again. Phoebe sat down to his right and wrapped her arms

around him. Piper came and sat at his other side, and took his hands in hers. Soft, caring hands

on his head alerted Harry to where Prue was. Burying his face in his hands he let out a sob.

Another followed, and soon he was sobbing uncontrollably. Phoebe hugged him tighter and

through his tears he saw Phoebe sobbing too. In fact, so was Piper. Prue was the only one who

wasn't; her comforting arms wrapped around the three of them. She made soothing noises, trying to comfort them. And then Harry fell into the darkness.

When Harry woke up he found he was in his bedroom. He rubbed his eyes-they hurt a lot. There

was a warm figure next to him. In fact, warm bundles of hardness were all around him. He

blinked, wondering why it was so dark.

'It smells really good too.' Harry thought to himself. But suddenly he realized his arms were

wrapped around something. Harry started to panic: since he started signing his arms and his

hands were a major lifeline. He pulled his head up and was surprised to see a head of curly dark

brown hair was what he was holding. He knew instantly who it was-Chelsea. Looking around his

bed he saw Caitlin, Alii and Gabby right near him, and Myles, Kyle and Oliver near his feet. He

rested his head back down. Chelsea groaned as twisted to face him. Her eyes fluttered open and

she smiled sadly at him.

What are you guys doing here? Harry asked her.

Well, we came to see you, but Piper and Phoebe said you were asleep upstairs. Our parents said we could wait for you to wake up, and we just ended up falling asleep. Are you mad?

Harry shook his head. You guys are the best friends I could ever have.

Thanks Harry. Harry smiled at Chelsea who smiled back.

"I'm going to miss Grams too Harry." she said softly, her eyes filling with tears.

So do I.

"Harry? Chels? You awake?" Harry ad Chelsea's head darted up and they looked around wildly for the speaker. It was Alii.

"Hey Alii. How did you sleep?" Chelsea asked, as she and Harry sat up.

"Good. What about you guys."

"Fine."

.:Fine. Thanks for staying Alii.:.

"We'd never leave you Harry. No matter what." Caitlin said, groaning and sitting up. She rubbed her eyes and smiled at Harry.

"No matter what." Gabby echoed, and sat up as well.

"Jussa nuder minnute Mommy." Myles said, groaning and rolled over.

"I can go toda potty by myself." Kyle said, shielding his eyes from the sleep and yanking the blankets over his head.

"NOT THE PENCIL!" Oliver said loudly in his sleep, before, "AHHH!" with a thump he tumbled out of bed, causing the other two boys to jolt awake.

"Whooseawasit?" Myles as groggily. The three boys looked before glaring at the girls and Harry who were laughing hysterically.

"Good morning boys!" Chelsea said after their giggles had subsided.

"I'm hungry. What are we doing here? I'm sorry about Grams Harry. Can we eat?" Myles said in one breath.

"Me too. We slept here last night. Me too. Yes." Gabby rambled off. The group climbed out of bed and silently treaded down the stairs. Piper was walked by holding a vase.

"Morning Piper." Caitlin said, yawning.

"Ah!" Piper jumped, causing her to drop the vase. But with a motion of her hands it froze in mid air.

"Whoa!" said the entire group.

"Piper, what-oh dear." said Phoebe, as she and Prue came into the room. They stared at the vase, to the kids, then back again.

"You can't tell anyone. It has to be an absolute secret, ok?" the eight kids nodded.

"Harry thinks it's cool. He wants to know what Phoebe and Prue's powers are." said Gabby. The Sisters stared at her.

"How do you do that? It's always either you or Chelsea. He didn't sign anything, how do know?" Prue asked. The three exchanged glances.

(A/N Gabby's mind thoughts will be in Italic Bold, Harry will be in just italic and Chelsea's will be in Italic Underline."

I think we should tell them.

They're kind of like us now anyway.

I agree. We keep their secret they keep ours.

(MAJOR AUTHOR NOTE: HERE'S WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! Mind you, you may want to do some research. Do a google search for it, or watch the movie. CAN I GET A DRUM ROLL PLEASE? ...)

"We're Indigo children." said Chelsea, breaking the silence that had befallen them. (TADA! Watch the movie Indigo. It explains it great. Or Google it for more info than I can give u)

"I think I saw that in the Book of Shadows. I didn't read it though."

"Well, lets go read it." the group trooped up the stairs and into the attic. They sat down and Phoebe opened the Book of Shadows and read.

"Indigo Children are different." Piper snorted and said,

"That's a great opening sentence." Prue and Phoebe silenced her with similar looks and Phoebe continued. "They hold unique abilities that set them apart from the average child. The name people have branded these children with is an indication of the color of their auras and is indicative of the Third Eye Chakra, which represents intuition and psychic ability. They are often rebellious, especially to authority or systems they don't believe work, e.g. the education system, for example. They're often non-conformists and often emotionally and sometimes physically sensitive and fragile. They are academically talented and often psychically gifted as well. They can very often be labeled ADD and either very empathic (in both senses of the word) and compassionate or cold and insensitive. A major factor is that they are wise beyond their years, making them difficult to live with and are call the "wet blanket." Indigos have come into this world with difficult challenges to overcome. Their extreme levels of sensitivity are hard to understand and appreciate by parents who don't share this trait. Their giftedness is unusual in such high numbers. Their nonconformity to systems and to discipline will make it difficult to get through their childhood years and perhaps even their adult years. It is also what will help them accomplish big goals such as changing the educational system, for instance. Being an Indigo won't be easy for any of them, but it foretells a mission. The Indigo Children are the ones who have come to raise the vibration of our planet! These are the primary ones who will bring us the enlightenment to ascend." there was a silence.

"That's all it says. Except for, 'Indigos are a figure of light.'"