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

Ok, sorry the last chapter ended so oddly. Also, AngelAriel, I want to thank you for putting me down as one of your favorite authors. If anyone else did this, thank you! I only happened to look at AngelAriel's thing and saw it. This is the chapter where Dumbledore and Grams butt heads. It not very eventive, but it won't be the lsat of the bash. Enjoy the chappie:-)

Mind speech

"Announcer 1 talking." Ray

"Annoucer 2 Talking." Bob

/parseltongue/

.:signing:.

)Written(

"Regular talk"-d'uh lmao

"Some things have to be believed to be seen." -Ralph Hodgson

Chapter Six

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

11thSummer

"GO FOR THE GOLD POTTER!" Prue yelled at the top of her lungs as Harry went flying past on his dirt-bike followed by about 6 other bikers. She laughed as she and Phoebe high-fived. They heard him yell as the adrenaline overtook him.

"Potter's in the lead! Bob, this kid is amazing! He's racing with kids over half his age!" said the announcer over the loud speaker.

"This kid is amazing! I've got to tell you Ray I've been watching him since he started when he was 6. Now 5 years later he's racing with kids who are 17, 18 even 19 years old!"

"Well, he's only got 2 laps left so if he can keep a strong hold on this lead he'll take the gold, AGAIN!"

"Heck, at the rate he's going he'll be professional at 15!"

"I'd pay to see that! Now, most people didn't think that he'd be back because 2 years ago he suffered the loss if his manager and Grandmother, Penelope Halliwell. But here he is."

"Whose managing him now Ray?"

"Well Bob, now he's under the care of one of his aunts, Prudence Halliwell. There she is now, with her youngest sister Phoebe Halliwell."

"There's only one more lap to go and young Harry Potter is in the lead."

"He's the black and green #6 that just went whizzing by, just case you missed him."

"But what's this Bob? Number 19, Sean Laudantis, an 18 year old from Arizona is on Potter's tail!"

"Potter better pull ahead or he'll lose the gold!"

"Not to mention I won't be able to go home tonight!"

"Ray, have you been betting again?"

"They're nearing the finish line! That familiar spark is in Potter's eyes Bob, he's about to pull off something spectacular! Whether or not it's winning the gold, we're about to find out!"

"There they go! It's the last jump! And-and-and-and Potter and Laudantis are over the finish line! I'm telling you Ray that was neck and neck! They're going to have to consult the picture for that one."

Prue and Phoebe rushed over to Harry, where he was sitting on his bike with his helmet off, waiting for the results. Prue hugged him tightly and lifted him up off his bike.

"God I love you kid!" she yelled to him over the commotion.

"And the judges say-"

"If we could have a drum-roll please?"

Then, in unison,

"Harry James Potter has pulled it off again! By a nose! People, if you could only see this picture, when we say it was close, we mean by a hair on Potter's messy black head!"

"CONGRATULATIONS HARRY!" Piper and Leo yelled when Harry walked into the Manor.

.:Thanks you guys! I can't believe I won:.

"Believe it buddy! You're the best this side of Mississippi!"Prue said, as they all beamed at him.

"Come on in! I made some lunch-your favorite Harry! Macaroni and cheese with hot dogs and grilled cheese with ketchup and breadcrumb sauce!"

"I certainly hope I'm not imposing." Piper's eyes grew wide at the man who had just answered the door. Prue and Phoebe and Harry spun around to see a man with long white hair and a long white beard, and half moon glasses that held his sparkling blue eyes. Suddenly, panic stricken, Prue flung out her arm in attempt to send the man flying backwards. But he merely deflected it with a casual flick of his frail finger.

"Uhh...Piper!" Piper flicked her wrists, but he deflected that too and walked forward. He kneeled before Harry and said,

"Well Harry. Look at you. So grown up-"

"Hey! Look buddy I don't know who you are but you better get away from him."

"Ms. Halliwell. I'm not going to hurt you. I would simply like to talk. I feel you should know about Harry you may not be aware of-"

Get out of my house! The Sisters looked around wildly.

"Grams?" Piper said amazed. White orbs formed the woman that had raised them. She stood in front of the man, her arms crossed, ready to battle, even after death.

"You must be Penelope Halliwell. I've been meaning to have a few words with you." the man now narrowed his blue eyes at her.

"And you! Albus Dumbledore! Leaving-" she stopped abruptly and looked down at Harry who was staring at her.

"Hi honey." she said, and kneeled down as he hugged her. "Why don't you go into the kitchen and Phoebe will make you some hot chocolate ok?" Harry nodded and went running into the kitchen. Grams stood back up and said,

"Leaving him with those door excuses for people! Those whorebags!-"

"Grams!" Piper and Prue exclaimed.

"It was his only remaining relatives! In order for the spell to work he had to have relatives that would take him in and-"

"AND NEARLY KILL HIM? Well, obviously you skipped an important branch of his family's history!"

"YOU'RE TOO DISTANTLY RELATED! The spell wouldn't work on him! And the Durlseys would have been perfectly fine! If something was REALLY wrong I would have been alerted!" the madder each of them got, the more wind picked up in the house.

"OBVIOUSLY WE'RE A LOT SAFER THAN THOSE PEOPLE YOU PUT HIM WITH!"

"YOU KNOW NOTHING OF HIS HERITAGE! HE BELONGS WITH PEOPLE OF HIS OWN AGE! He belongs at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" he thrust the envelope into the air.

"HE'S NOT GOING TO THAT SCHOOL! HE'S NOT GOING TO SOME PLACE WHERE PEOPLE TREAT HIM, LIKE, LIKE, TRASH!"

"THIS IS WHERE HE BELONGS!"

"HE'S NOT GOING!"

"HE NEEDS TO LEARN TO PROTECT HIMSELF!"

"HE CAN PROTECT HIMSELF PERFECTLY FINE WITH US! WE'RE TH CHARMED ONES FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

"I think I should go." the entire argument stopped and turned to face Phoebe and Harry. Everyone stared at Harry, Dumbledore, with the kind of admiration only a grandfather figure could give, and everyone else, with shock.

"Harry-" Grams tried to keep her voice calm. "Did you say something honey?" Harry cleared this throat.

"I think I should go. To that school."

TBC

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