Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter and Charmed I definitely wouldn't be living in a one room apartment on the sixth floor of a building with no elevator.

Summary: One day, Harry receives a letter from his mother who turns out not to be his mother and James is not his father either. His real parents are Piper and Leo from Charmed. Don't read this story if you can't imagine Ron and Dumbledore being bad.

Chapter Two: Meetings and Betrayal

Harry plopped down on his bed. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. It just wasn't possible. Everyone always told him that he looked exactly like his father but with his mother's eyes. How was it then possible that they weren't his parents.
While he was busy thinking, he didn't notice a person appearing in his room so he was very shocked when he looked up to see bright blue eyes of an about thirty-years-old woman in front of him. He immediately pulled out his wand and held it in front of him protectively while Hedwig ruffled her feathers from his shoulders but thankfully didn't make a sound. He didn't want his Uncle to come up.

"Who are you? How did you get into my room?" he asked forcibly.

"Calm down little one, I do not wish you any harm." the woman calmly stated.

"Why are you here? And who are you?" Harry asked again, still afraid that she was a Death Eater.

"Don't be afraid of me. I am your Whitelighter. I saw you read your mother's letter. I saw what it was about and I thought it safe to show myself. I became your Whitelighter when you went to Hogwarts. I don't know who it was before or if you even had one." the strange woman said.

"What do Whitelighters do? And didn't Mom say that I was in danger from Whitelighters?" Harry asked cautiously.

"We protect people we are assigned to. You can think of us as guardian angels. And you were in danger from the Elders who are kinda our bosses. But I don't think you are in danger anymore. Things have change since your birth." the woman said and smiled at him. Harry smiled back hesitantly.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"It's Prue. I'm very glad I met you, Harry." Prue said with a sad frown on her face. Harry was surprised at her sad expression. She had seemed happy until just then.

"What happened? Was it something I said?" he asked quietly, thinking back over their conversation.

"No, Harry, It's not your fault." Prue assured him.

""Oh, then why are you so sad?"

""Don't worry about it. I'm sorry Harry, but I have to leave now. I have to inform the Elders that you know about us." Prue sad.

"Are you you sure I'm not in danger from them anymore?"

"I'm pretty sure, but just in case I won't tell them everything about the letter. Just that your mother knew a Whitelighter and that she told you about him in a letter. We can keep everything else a secret for now. Is that OK?"

"Yes, thank you Prue."

Prue smiled at him again and orbed out of his room while Harry stared, amazed, at the spot she disappeared from. While he contemplated the last few hours, an owl entered through the open window. It was a small owl named Pig. Harry opened the letter Pig carried, expecting it to be from Ron so he was very surprised to see it was written in Hermione's small and neat handwriting. Knowing that he would have to go make the lunch soon, he left the letter alone, preferring to read it in peace later. A couple of seconds later, his Aunt called him downstairs so he said goodbye to Pig and made his way to the kitchen. Once he got there, he was immediately put to work. It was obvious that his Aunt and Uncle had had an argument earlier because his Aunt was much worse than usual. She complained about the way he peeled the potatoes, about how he made the salad, about the spices he put into the meat and basically everything he did. That made Harry very nervous and when his Uncle startled him entering the kitchen, he made a mistake of dropping a plate.

"Boy! What the hell are you doing? We took you in and this is how you repay us? By breaking our plates? The plates we bought with our hard earned money?" Vernon yelled while he beat his nephew with his fists and Petunia flitted about not sure how to stop her husband. This was the first time Vernon had done that in front of her. Usually he went to Harry's bedroom but this time he was already angry and so he took it out on Harry. By the time Vernon had finished with hi, Harry was unconscious. Red in face, Vernon dragged Harry to his room, murmuring angrily all the way there, and left him there.

Harry had a huge headache when he finally woke up a few hours later. He wondered what made his Uncle explode like that. It usually took much more to make him as angry as he was that day. That question was answered when his Uncle came to his room, yelling that Harry had somehow gotten him fired. Vernon then beat him some more before he left, grunting about ungrateful brats. Harry was barely conscious by then. He crawled over to his bed and fainted when he reached it.

It was already dark when he got up again. He painfully sat up and winced at the pain he felt from his cuts and bruises. He sat still for a moment before slowly moving his body, being careful not to cause any further pain. He sat up on the edge of the bed, intending to get up and walk over to his desk, but as if reading his mind, Hedwig grabbed the letter he got from Hermione in her beak and brought it over to him. Harry smiled at her, got himself comfortable on the bed and opened the letter to read it.

Dear Harry!

I hope you got home alright. I did. It was really good to see my parents again. As much as I like Hogwarts and spending time with you, I miss not seeing my parents for all those months.

Harry, I'm sorry to say that this is not a very pleasant letter. I have some rather bad news. Two weeks ago, after you left the station with your relatives, I wanted to say goodbye to Ron so I went to where his family was. What I found was somewhat surprising. Not all the Weasley's where there, I found Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Dumbledore and several people I didn't recognize standing at the station and talking about something very serious. I wanted to know what they were talking about since Ron was included in the conversation so I sneaked near them and eavesdropped on their conversation.

Oh, Harry, I'm still not sure whether to tell you what I heard. I've been arguing with myself whether to write this letter in the first place or not and then when I finally decided to write you, I scrapped several versions before this one. I was just about to change my mind and bin this letter when I remembered how much you hate secrets so I decided to tell you after all. Or rather, I decided to let you choose whether you want to know or not. If you don't want to know, skip to the last paragraph of this letter.

Harry stopped reading the letter to think about it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear more shocking news today. He had already received one that had more than shocked him. He wasn't sure if he could handle more. At least he knew that Hermione was a true friend. She had never kept secrets from him if it involved him. He decided to see what Hermione had discovered. After all, she never panicked without damn good reason.

Here is what I have heard. When I got there, I heard the Headmaster apologize for not being able to meet him before the train left from Hogwarts but that he had had several meeting about Cedric's death. He then asked Ron to tell him about our year at Hogwarts. You won't believe what I'm about to tell you, Harry. Ron has betrayed us. He told Dumbledore every single thing we did, even those things we specifically asked him to keep a secret.

I can't believe he told them that I planned to come to your house this summer to see you. Dumbledore came to my house a couple of hours later and he asked me to cancel my plans and to not write you at all this summer. When I refused, he put a charm on me and warded my house from all owls except those belonging to the Weasley's. The charm itself makes me unable to come near your house. My parents and I passed through Little Whinging on our way to London two days ago and I nearly passed out from the pain. Because of that, as well as other things that happened over the years, my parents are thinking of not letting me go to Hogwarts in September. If that happens, I'll miss you like crazy.

At the end of their conversation, he asked Mr. and Mrs. Weasley if they were sure that you went home with the Dursley's. I kinda had a feeling like he had something planned for your stay with them because he was absolutely adamant that you had to have gone with them.

Well, that's all I wanted to tell you for now. I'm sending this letter with Pig because I'm hoping that since Sirius gave it to Ron, he might be able to bring you the letter with no one the wiser. I hope we'll be able to talk to each other soon.

Love,

your best friend,

Hermione Granger

Harry was beyond shocked. He had never believed that Ronwould betray him like that.

'But', he had to admit to himself, 'it isn't really all that surprising. Ron had already turned his back on me once that I know off. It seems like it's happening all over again. However, I won't forgive him this time! And now that I think about it, they could have done this from the start. Why else would Mrs. Weasley ask about the platform before the first year. She had already been there more than a few times and definitely knew what the platform number was.'

In his pondering, he didn't even notice the furniture rising around him. However, he did notice the gasp Prue let out after she orbed in and saw the state he was in.

"Harry! What happened to you?" she asked, looking horrified at the sight of his wounds.