Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Charmed. I just use their characters for my own amusement. I don't make any money from my work.

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 Four: Rescued

Paige orbed to London and then found a taxi to take her to the Social Services as she didn't know where exactly it was. She was dropped off in front of a building that was a bit smaller than the one she used to work in. She went in and quickly found where to pick up her credentials from the rather nice woman at the front desk. It took her a good fifteen minutes to get everything done. Unfortunately, just like Bob predicted, they wanted her to take one of their own social workers with her. That meant that she couldn't just orb to Privet Drive, she would have to take the long way there.

She stood in front of the building, waiting for the chosen social worker to come find her. She had to wait for further five minutes before she noticed a young brunette exiting the building and heading towards her.

"Hello, my name is Lenora Putt. Please excuse my lateness, I had to file one of my earlier visits and it took a while." the woman said sincerely.

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm Paige Matthews. Shall we go?" Paige answered.

"Of course, I though we might take one of the official cars since neither of us has a vehicle and I'd rather not take a taxi."

"I agree." Paige said and with that, they went on to requisition the car and go on their way to Little Whining and Privet Drive.

During the car ride, Paige and Lenora got to know each other a bit and by the time they got to Privet Drive they were quite friendly with each other. As they came to a stop, Paige slowly exited the car, looked around and frowned as she saw the extremely neat neighborhood. She wondered how they enforced all that neatness, especially since she knew that at least one house had children and children by nature were usually not all that neat. She shook her head to clear her wondering mind before she turned to Lenora, silently asking her if she was ready. Lenora nodded and so they headed to number four where she knew Harry lived. Paige took a deep breath as she remembered her sister's second visit after she had arranged everything.

FLASHBACK

Paige had taken all her materials to the attic where she could have some peace and quiet as she studied British family law. She had just finished when she heard someone orbing in. She turned around and smiled when she saw that it was Prue again.

"Prue? What are you doing here again?" she asked as she hugged her sister.

"I realized that I forgot to tell you Harry's address so I came back. I also thought I should inform you of something about Harry that not even the Elders know since it's one of the reasons I came to you for help." Prue informed her quietly.

"Alright, tell me the address first please and then we can talk about other things." Paige said, grabbing her pen and clipboard so she could record it.

"He lives at 4 Privet Drive in Little Whining, Surrey. His name is Harry Potter and his Aunt and Uncle are Petunia and Vernon Dursley. He also has a cousin whose name is Dudley. Have you been able to get the authorization?" Prue asked.

"Yes, I just have to go and pick it up in London. However, Bob said that they might insist on one of their own coming with me. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No, it's fine. It just means that I won't be ale to show myself. I hope you'll be able to go soon. Harry is injured and he won't let me heal him in fear of his uncle."

"I'll be going tomorrow morning as today's business day is almost over. Also, don't heal him. We will need evidence against his uncle."

"Fine, I won't. Just please hurry."

"OK. What's the other thing you wanted to tell me?" Paige asked, putting down the clipboard and sitting down on the old couch, beckoning her sister to come join her.

"I thought hard whether to tell you about this since Harry didn't want anyone to know and I decided to let you know about a part of it. One of the reasons I specifically asked for your help is that Harry's like you. He is half Whitelighter, half witch. At the time he was born, relationships between witches and Whitelighters were still forbidden and so his parents gave him up, just like Mom did with you. Although, his mother didn't know that she was a with at the time but that doesn't matter since Whitelighters aren't allowed to have relationships with mortals either. I hoped that you will be able to help him come to terms with everything, not just with what he is but also with the fact that he's adopted. His adoptive parents died when he was only a toddler so they never got the chance to tell him about it in person. His mother did send him a letter thought, he received it this morning."

"Wow, that's a surprise. Well, I hope I'll be able to help him too. And thank you for telling me about all this. I promise I won't tell anyone either. However, one of us should talk about it with Harry because it'll be much easier to get him out of there if the courts knew that they weren't actually related to him."

"I think we should save that talk for after we get him out of there. It'll take some time before this goes to court, right?"

"Depends on how many cases they have and how severe they are. But I'm sure we'll have at least a week or two."

"Thanks Paige."

"For what?"

"Just for being willing to help." Prue hugged her and they sat on the couch, enjoying each others company and getting to know each other for more than an hour before Prue felt the need to check on Harry again.

END FLASHBACK

Suppressing a smile at the thought of her sister, Paige joined Lenora at the font door and knocked on the door. She put on a fake smile when a teenage boy opened it and sneered at her. He was a really fat boy - he looked like a pig, or a baby whale. It looked like there might be two different kinds of abuse going on here and by the look on Lenora's face, she agreed.

"Hello, my name is Paige Matthews and this is Lenora Putt. Are your parents at home?" she asked.

"Yeah." he said shortly and rudely slammed the door shut, leaving Paige to exchange a stunned look with Lenora on the doorstep. A moment later the door opened and a thin woman gave her a sickening smile.

"Please forgive my son, he knows not to let strangers in the house." she said.

"Of course, that's understandable." Paige agreed while thinking that he could have been more polite about it. It would have taken a few seconds of his time to ask them to wait while he gets his mother. And the door slamming was totally unneeded.

The two women were led into the living room. She started looking around for a picture of Petunia's nephew in it so she would know what he looked like but all she saw was a hippo man, whale boy and a thin, horse-like woman.

"Hello, my name is Paige Matthews and this is my colleague, Lenora Putt." Paige introduced herself. Lenora and she had agreed on the ride over that Paige would do most of the talking.

"It's nice to meet you Paige, Lenora. I guess that you already know my name. Would you like a cup of tea?" Petunia asked.

"No, thank you, Petunia. I'm here to talk to you about your nephew." she started to explain but was interrupted when the other woman cut in.

"What did the little freak do now? I assure you that he will be properly punished for whatever he did!" she said shrilly.

"Oh no, you misunderstood me. He's not in any trouble. Could you answer a few question for me please?" Paige asked, not wanting to tell the woman that she was a social worker just yet in case Petunia decided to lie to protect herself when she found out. Thankfully, it seemed that Lenora agreed because she didn't interrupt.

"What do you want to know?" the woman asked suspiciously.

"How long has your nephew lived here with you for?"

"Almost thirteen years." she answered curtly.

"And why does he live with you?"

"Because my good for nothing sister and her lousy husband got themselves killed and left us as the boy's only relatives." Petunia said with pursed lips.

"Can you tell me something about him? What does he like to do? What's his favorite color? Favorite book? Favorite subject at school? Thibgs like that!" Paige asked.

"How should I know? I don't want to know anything about that little brat!" Petunia hissed at her.

Paige was shaking with rage. If she wasn't here on official business and if she didn't have a witness, she would have a lot to say to Petunia but for now, she controlled her urge to attack Petunia either verbally or physically.

"I am taking Harry away from here." she said slowly in a calm, deadly voice as she got up from the sofa. "Oh really? And what right do you have to do that?" Petunia asked mockingly.

"I can do that because I'm a social worker and you have just admitted that he's being at least emotionally and verbally abused. Do you agree Lenora?"

"Yes, I agree." said Lenora, following Paige's lead in getting up.

"Now, where is he?" Paige asked forcefully.

"Up... upstairs!" Petunia stuttered while cowering in front of Paige as if feeling a dangerous air around her.

Paige gave her a glare and immediately stalked up the stairs and towards her nephew's room, Lenora following a step behind her. She recognized Harry's door at one because it had been padlocked with six separate locks. If she had been on her own, she would have just magicked them away but since Lenora was there as well, she went back downstairs and growled at Petunia to give her the keys. Once she managed to get the door open, she had to gasp with horror at the sight that greeted her. Her nephew was lying still on the floor. His body was full of cuts and bruises. She quickly composed herself, warning Lenora, who looked a bit sick, not to throw up in the room because it would compromise the evidence. She then took out her cell phone and called the police. She made sure that Harry would be fine for a few more minutes, made him more comfortable and then went downstairs to wait for the police, beckoning Lenora to follow her. Lenora, who had obviously never worked such a violent case, sat shocked on the bottom stair while Paige paced the floor between the stairs and the door, waiting to greet the police. Ten minutes later, she heard a loud knock on the door. She quickly walked to the door and opened it.

"Hello, we have received a distress call from this address. What is the emergency?" one of the two policemen asked.

"Hello, come in." she said and let them through. "I'm Paige Matthews and I'm a social worker. This is my colleague, Lenora Putt. I've received some rather disturbing news about his family from a family friend who asked me to check it out so I arranged to come here with Lenora as my escort since I usually work in the States. We talked with Mrs Dursley who admitted to verbal and emotional abuse of her nephew. I asked to see Harry and she told me where his room was. Unfortunately, when i got there, I found his door locked. I went back to Mrs Dursley to get the key," she said, handing it to the policemen, "and then opened the door. Once I got in the room, I was horrified. Harry was lying on the floor, covered in blood, cuts and bruises. I called you, made Harry comfortable and then came downstairs to wait for you." Paige calmly explained. Even though she was furious, she had to show her professionalism. If they ever found out that her sister had told her about Harry, they could accuse her of being biased. Even Lenora had calmed down a bit by now and she quietly stood right behind Paige.

"Where is the victim now?" the older policeman asked her.

"Upstairs in his room. He was in no immediate danger so I left him there."

"And Mrs Dursley?" the younger one asked this time.

"In the kitchen."

"Alright. Steve, you go arrest Mrs Dursley and then wait for Mr Dursley to get home. I'm going to call an ambulance for young Harry." the older policeman told his partner.

"What about Mrs Dursley's son?" Paige asked.

"I'm guessing that you want to come with me to the hospital? If your colleague agrees to let you come with me on your own, then she can take him with her. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes. Lenora, can we do it this way?

"I agree."

"Alright, let's go then!"

A few minutes later, ambulance stopped in front of the house. By now, a lot of the neighbors were standing in front of the house wondering what was going on. Once Harry was secured in the ambulance, still unconscious, Paige and the policeman, who introduced himself as Paul Hrenn, followed them in Paul's car. When they got to the hospital, they were told to wait in the waiting room until Harry's doctor came. So they waited.


A/N: Sorry it's late. I had an emergency yesterday and I was so tired when I came home, that I really didn't feel like writing. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and I saw that some of you visited my website. What did you think? Any ideas on how to improve it? Also, I accidentally published just a part of chapter four there earlier today because I haven't finished by my deadline when it's automatically published. Do you think I should just publish peaces of it as I finish them (I write a few paragraphs at a time, as long as it's flowing and then I take a break to do something else or to edit what I've written...) or should I only publish it when it's done, like I do here?