Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or Charmed

Summary: One day, Harry receives a letter from his mother who turns out not to be his actual mother. And James is not his real father either. His real parents are Piper and Leo from Charmed. There will be Ron and Dumbledore bashing so please don't read this story if you can't imagine them being bad! As of right now, I intend Harry to end up with Hermione but that could change.

Chapter Three: Getting Help

"Err..." he muttered intelligently, looking at her horrified, feeling ashamed that she saw him both looking as he was and losing control of his magic. It was then that his Uncle started yelling at him from downstairs.

"BOY! Get down here and clean up this mess! NOW!"

Meanwhile, Prue had been watching this with horror, and her horror continued to grow as Harry tried to get up.

"Here, Harry, let me help you with those. I can heal them for you." she stated, pointing at his cuts and bruises.

"NOOO!" Harry cried out, looking panicked, as she stepped forward. "He'll say it's my freakishness and I'll just be in even more trouble."

And with that said, he dashed from his room, leaving Prue standing there looking completely stunned. She couldn't believe that her nephew was being abused. She blamed herself for not noticing sooner but this was the first summer she could manage to be with Harry. They had had a shortage of Whitelighters during the last few years and so she had mostly looked after her other charges during the summer, her bosses assuring her that he was only in danger during the school year. She wondered if they knew about this or not. She hoped not. She would lose all respect for them if she found out that they knew, and that they let a fourteen-year-old kid be abused. She was just thankful that most of her charges had been reassigned to other new Whitelighters and she was left with only Harry, although there was some talk of assigning her to her other nephew in the next few years. Prue really hoped that would happen, she missed her sisters and wanted to talk to them again. Just looking in on them occasionally wasn't enough anymore. Deciding that this couldn't go unpunished, she wrote a note for Harry and then orbed out to talk with the Elders.

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Chris stood by the door, sadly watching Piper playing with Wyatt on the floor. He remembered someone doing the same thing with him when he was little, during the two years demons attacked the Charmed Ones constantly. During those years, Harry was the one left in charge of him and his brother - playing with them, feeding them and even teaching them some basic things, both magical and non magical. Chris knew that Harry wasn't supposed to be found until later but he was worried that his coming to the past would change something, and not for the good. He was scared for his big brother - the only one Wyatt would listen to, until Harry was attacked and ended up in a coma. Even now, despite the fact that Wyatt was evil, the hospital Harry was in was deemed to be neutral territory where both sides could come without being attacked. That was a silent agreement between the two of them because both of them wanted to visit their oldest brother with no fear for their lives.

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Paige stood behind the Book of Shadows, leafing through it after updating and entry about goblins. Just then, she heard the familiar chime of orbs and looked up, expecting to see her brother-in-law but was surprised to see that it wasn't Leo.

"Prue?" she whispered, her eyes wide open.

"Yes Paige, it's me. I'm very glad to finally meet you!" Prue said and hugged her younger sister. Paige was beyond shocked but happily hugged her back.

"I'm happy to see you as well... but... how is it possible?" Paige asked, feeling very confused.

"I was made a Whitelighter after I died. But I was not allowed to show myself to you at all. As long as I followed this rule, they allowed be to check up on you. Oh, Paige, I so wanted to show myself after I found up about you. I knew that Piper and Phoebe would eventually be alright but I so wanted to meet you. Oh, and please don't tell Piper and Phoebe, I'm still not allowed to communicate with them. I just got permission to talk to you. And you won't believe me how hard it was to get it!" Prue stated.

"But how can I keep something like this from them?" Paige was horrified.

"I'm sorry I have to ask this of you but hopefully, the Elders will allow me to meet up with the rest of my family soon. I was only able to get permission to come to you because you are part Whitelighter." Prue explained.

"But why did you come to me now?" Paige asked.

"Oh, right. I completely forgot. I need your help with one of my charges." was Prue's answer.

"Of course I'll help! What's wrong?"

"One of my charges is being abused at home. I need to get him out of there. I know that you used to be a social worker so I told the Elders that unless they want me to seriously harm the man abusing him, they will allow me to get your help with Harry. However, he lives in England. Do you have any ideas how to get him out of there?"

"Hmm... you're right, my social work may be helpful. I'll go see if my ex-boss will be able to help me. Don't worry Prue. I'll get him out of there."

"That's great Paige. Thank you." Prue said and hugged her sister once again.

"Paige beamed at the praise from her oldest sister and relaxed in Prue's embrace. A few moments later Prue jerked back and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry but I have to go now. I need to watch over Harry. Please hurry Paige."

"I will." Paige started to say but it was too late. Prue had already orbed out.

'Why is Prue so concerned with that particular charge?' Paige wondered curiously.

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Piper sat on the floor, playing with Wyatt. She knew it wasn't possible, but it was like she had already done this before. It was like she just couldn't remember it. The way Wyatt babbled over a toy or the way that Chris stood in the doorway, supposedly on the look out for demons, was familiar to her. Suddenly, in her mind, she saw herself playing with a cute brown-haired, green-eyed toddler whilst a redheaded woman and a black-haired man stood in the corner, smiling down at them. Strangely, she looked much younger in that picture but she didn't remember any of them at all. Although, she had a feeling she had seen the woman somewhere recently - maybe in one of the old photo albums she had went through while she had been pregnant with Wyatt?

Looking back down at her soon who was trying to get her attention again, she couldn't help but wonder who the toddler with the beautiful emerald eyes was. They reminded her of her father's eyes. Why couldn't she remember him? She chased those thoughts away when Wyatt reached out for her to hold him, obviously having had enough of playing.

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Paige took a deep breath. This was it. She stood in front of Bob Cowan's office at South bay Social Services. She knocked on the door ans went in. She knew her ex-boss was in his office because one of the workers had told her.

"Hello Mr. Cowan!" she greeted him.

"Paige, what are you doing here? Did you want your job back? I was not expecting you to come." was Bob's surprised answer.

"I know you did not expect me. This is kinda an emergency. Do you by any chance have any friends in Britain? I need to have the authorisation as a social worker in Britain. There is a boy there who is being abused and I was asked to help. I know I could just tell someone in Social Services there but I want to do this personally. The person who asked for my help is close to me and this was obviously very important to her." she said hurriedly.

"I think I know someone who owes me a favor. I'll call him right now."

After a quick telephone conversation he turned back to Paige.

"It's all done. All you need to do is go to Britain and pick up your documents at London Social Services. Although, since you are not one of their own, they will want to send another social worker with you. Is that alright?

"Yes, thank you Mr. Cowan."

"Well then, I hope it all goes well. Let me know when it's all over."

"I hope so to, sir, I really do."

"Are you sure you won't come back to work here?" Bob asked her.

"Yes, I'm sure. But if you ever need help, just call me. Whatever the reason."

"Thank you Paige, I'll keep that in mind. I hope to see you again soon, hopefully under better circumstances."

"I hope so to. Goodbye Mr. Cowan!"

"Farewell Paige!"

And with that Paige exited the office and went home to get ready for her trip. She had to do some research int British family laws since she couldn't just orb there now. They would be suspicious how she had arrived there that quickly. And maybe she should book a plane ticked just in case. And after all that is done, she would have a few hours to kill. Maybe she would go play with Wyatt for a bit. And of course, she would have to tell something to her family. They will want to know why she's going to Britain.