A/N: To my readers and reviewers: You guys are amazingly amazing!! Thank you soooooo much times infinity for leaving me sweet things to read. I always get super giddy when I get a review, so please keep them coming! I could read them all day long :D

I also apologize for the longer wait for update. I had a little crisis that had to be dealt with this weekend. But all is well, and off you read!

Disclaimer: I don't own WOWP. But if I did, I'd buy a big house where we all could live! (Kudos to people who get the reference ;] )

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Alex continued to draw in her room all day. At lunchtime, her mother brought up soup for her and asked her how she was feeling. With a roll of the eyes, Alex replied, "I'm fine, Mom!" and tried to escape Theresa's kiss she planted on her forehead. Giggling, Alex shooed Theresa back down to the substation and went back to get her art.

Alex had hastily stuffed her supplies beneath her pillow when her mother had knocked on the door. When she left, Alex reached behind it to take them back out. She was surprised, though, when she felt the cold of metal between her fingers. Reaching further she grasped the unknown object and pulled it out from behind the pillow. Alex saw it was her grandmother's pendant in her hands.

She hadn't remembered taking it off or even putting it back in her room; last night was so hazy. Sitting criss-cross on the bed, facing the headboard, she admired the necklace. It was so simple. But it was so incredibly beautiful. In the midst of her staring and studying the necklace, she didn't hear her father come in behind her.

"Alex what are you doing?" he asked inquiringly, noting she was facing the wrong way on her bed. Alex jumped at the sudden break in silence and whipped around. "Oh, Dad. You scared me," she clutched her heart with one hand for dramatic effect.

Jerry moved closer, "I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing," he said sheepishly. Theresa's nagging for him to go up and see his daughter had finally gotten him to cave in, even though his wife had been up there only minutes before. In any case, it earned another eye rolling from Alex. But she couldn't help but notice Jerry's embarrassment. She chuckled slightly and replied, "Daddy, I'm fine. You can go and report that back to Mom."

Jerry grinned and was about to turn and leave when he spotted the silver chain in Alex's hand. "Alex, what's that?" he asked distractedly. Alex held up the necklace and looked at it rather than her father when she answered, "It's Grandma's pendant! I was looking for my heart locket in the lair yesterday and I found your jewelry box," she broke her gaze from the adornment to spare her father an impish smirk, "I found my necklace in there, but this was underneath it." The amethyst swayed slightly as it was suspended in midair.

She looked again at her father, a wide smile on her face. But her face fell when she saw Jerry's expression. It was one of wide-eyed horror. His eyes darted around the room as he took cautious steps towards his daughter. He stuttered, "Alex, d-did you… you didn't use magic w-when you had it on, did you?"

Alex became frightened and she stammered right back, "N-no Dad… I just wore it." The memory of what Jerry told her when she was ten-years-old filled her head. She instinctively shrunk back, and held the necklace out for her dad. He jerked it away from her and Alex recoiled. "I'm sorry Dad, I just thought it looked nice…" she rambled.

Jerry looked down at Alex and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Alex don't you remember what I told you about this? Don't you remember you promised?"

He was making her feel guilty and irritation bubbled in Alex's stomach. She scoffed and said, "Oh Dad, come on. I was ten! You just didn't think I could wear it without losing it…" She stood up to stare her father down, even though the top of her head only reached his chin.

Jerry sighed and all traces of anger left his eyes. "I was being completely honest with you when I told you about this necklace, Alex."

Her eyebrows creased in puzzlement. "Well what is it, then?" she asked in a small voice.

Jerry took his daughter by the hand and led her downstairs, "Come on, your brothers need to know this too." Know what? Alex thought, seriously beginning to feel worried.

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Jerry had gathered his children in the lair, after showing Theresa the pendant. Without words, they knew what he meant by it. So he shuffled everyone inside and began to pace, not knowing how to start.

"Okay. This is not a normal necklace," he began.

Alex snorted, "Yeah I think we got that when you called us all for a super secret meeting about it." Max stifled a giggle.

"Seriously you guys," Jerry reprimanded impatiently, "this isn't funny. Inside this necklace is another wizard's power!" Silence fell between Alex and Max.

"Dad, how is that possible? That crystal in tiny! It couldn't even hold a peanut," Max told him "logically".

Jerry, always distracted by his son's less-than-intelligent statements asked, "Why would you want to put a peanut in a necklace? Oh, forget it. Look when my dad, your grandfather was much younger, there was a very evil wizard running around making a lot of trouble . Grandpa was a part of the rebellion determined to stop him."

Justin, who hadn't said a word since they'd entered, let his natural curiosity take him over. "Who was this wizard, Dad? How come we've never heard of him?"

"I decided it was best not to teach you from the wizard history books that had information on him. It happened almost fifty years ago; most of it went down in Italy. But I didn't want you guys to always be worrying about it," Jerry paused for a second and wondered if this was the right decision. Ever since they were born, he had protected his children from this secret. But they were all older now, he realized. They would need to know about it sooner or later.

Exhaling sharply, Jerry took the plunge, "His name was Vittore, and his goal was to eliminate all of the high-ranking wizards, take their powers, and overthrow the Wizard Council. He wanted to be the supreme ruler of the wizarding world."

"So, what happened?" Justin prompted, eager to hear the rest of the story; and to learn a little history, of course.

Jerry launched into the story of his father, Orlando and how he conquered Vittore:

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As the chime sounded, Orlando stepped out of the small shop, clutching a tiny box in his hands. He stashed it into his inner coat and walked down the lonely cobblestone alley that led to the waterfront. It was nearly dark, but this was Orlando's favorite time of day. It was chilly out, as one would expect, being that it was only a week away from Christmas. Orlando came up to a wooden ledge that overlooked the harbor of Genoa and examined his purchase. It was for his wife, the beautiful Alessandra, to whom he had been happily married to since they were young lovers. She was presently very pregnant with their first child, and they couldn't be more excited. Any day now, he would be a proud father.

As always, Orlando worried that his wife wouldn't like her Christmas gift, but he had a good feeling about this one. Stuffing it once again in his coat pocket he enjoyed the last few minutes of daylight by himself, lost in thought. He preferred the quiet life. Although, being a wizard doesn't really grant you that luxury a lot of the time. Especially with what was going on now.

Orlando rubbed his eyes wearily and tried not to think about the impending catastrophe that was unfolding. He knew the facts. Reports had just reached him this morning that three more extremely powerful wizards had been drained of their powers and killed. Vittore moving through Italy rapidly, and there were no leads on how to find him. The resistance was losing confidence, and soon, Vittore would have enough power to completely take over the wizarding world. Orlando usually had an answer for everything, a solution. But lately everything seemed to be out of his control and he didn't know how to gain it back. Alessandra had been supporting him through everything; she was his rock. The only cause for rejoice the rebellion had was for was the fact that they had secured one of the most powerful wizards alive, a prodigy of magic. His name is Brian Crumbs. Vittore had his eyes set on Crumbs for quite some time, but the rebellion had gotten to him first. He was slightly odd and not at all what you would expect from a genius wizard. Nevertheless, it felt good to have him safe. It gave them all hope.

Night crawled onto the walkway, and Orlando turned to leave. He had barely moved two feet before he heard the slight fall of footsteps behind him. Spinning on his heel, Orlando faced the alley he had just come from minutes before. Skulking in the shadows was a tall figure, shrouded by a massive cloak. Orlando went to reach for his wand-

"Oh no, my friend. There will be none of that," the figure crooned in a dangerous voice. Orlando's heart skipped a beat.

Vittore emerged from the path into full view. His cloak was deep crimson and slightly grazed the floor as he walked. Before he could move any closer, Orlando whipped out his wand and shouted, "Intero cotis!"

The stone on the walls from the surrounding buildings began to plummet towards Vittore. But with astonishing speed, he had taken out his own wand and swished it. The stone pieces turned to snow and sprinkled all around him. He lifted a hand to remove the hood from his head. Vittore's facial features were sharp and angular. His unusually high and prominent cheekbones made the rest of his face appear hollow. Except for his eyes, which popped against his russet skin. No lashes and a vivid olive green, Vittore's eyes looked unreal and deadly.

"Tsk tsk, Orlando. Haven't you learned to respect your superiors?" he inquired scornfully. He raised his wand and said lazily, "Conglacio."

Orlando was frozen in place while lifting his wand to retaliate a second too slow. Vittore circled him slowly like a buzzard waiting for its meal.

Sneering, he spoke in a low voice, "Oh fear not, dear Orlando. I will not kill you. Yet. It would be far too easy," he taunted. "What's more, you have something I want."

"Wait, no," Vittore paused his circling and tapped a finger to his chin in imitated thought. "You have something I need. A particular wizard… Well," he chuckled in amusement, "I'm certain even you are intelligent enough to know who I mean."

Orlando's blood boiled underneath his statuary figure. His magic pulsed through him, attempting to get out.

"Anyways," Vittore resumed turning around Orlando, "you will provide me with Crumbs' whereabouts. Or I'm afraid things will have to get difficult. For example…"

Vittore slashed his wand through the air at Orlando and said, "Secare bracchium."

A muffled groan escaped Orlando as a huge gash sliced itself in his arm. Blood began to trickle down his fingers and spattered on the pavement. Orlando's magic was bouncing against all the angles of his body like a caged animal. His rage was growing and soon enough the magic would burst out one way or another.

"Yes, I imagine that stings a little," Vittore smirked as he took in Orlando's pain, "Now I don't know if this will be any incentive for you; imagine your wife…" Orlando's heart stopped. "Imagine her lying facedown on the ground in a pool of her own blood. All because you didn't provide me with this teeny tiny detail." Tears started to form behind Orlando's eyes, but he could not blink them away.

"Oh dear," Vittore faked a frown, "and I hear she's expecting, too. How horribly that would weigh on your conscious, Orlando. The deaths of your beloved wife and unborn child." Orlando felt his fingers twitch. The anger inside of him was sparking, giving him the smallest amount of mobility. He had never heard of a wizard breaking a spell that had been cast upon him; at least, not on his own. But now, he could feel it. A little while longer and Orlando would be able to finish Vittore. And luckily for Orlando, Vittore kept up his monologue.

"Unfortunately, your wife and child will have no choice in how I kill them. And believe me, it will be quite vicious. You, on the other hand, can have a say. But first you will tell me," Vittore stood face to face with Orlando and hissed, "Where is the wizard, Crumbs?"

Vittore removed Orland's wand from his fingertips, then turned his own wand on him and said, "Reccuro." Orlando felt his limbs being released from the spell and slumped to the ground, shaking with anger. Vittore hunched over Orlando and screamed, "Where is he?!?"

Orlando kept his head parallel with the ground when he whispered, "You will be stopped." Vittore scoffed and laughed, "Oh, I will? How will that be, Orlando? You are on the ground before me, I have your wand. You are powerless!"

Orlando could feel Vittore's breath on the back of his neck. In a split second decision, he bucked his head back and felt it make contact with Vittore's chin. He heard a satisfying shriek of pain. Then, in one fluid motion, Orlando stood up to meet Vittore face on, and brought his fist across Vittore's left cheek. He spit a stream of blood out with the force of blow and collapsed to the ground. Orlando's wand went flying and clattered to the ground right next to his foot. He stooped to pick it up and went to Vittore's spread-eagled figure on the ground. Marveling at their switched places, Orlando smirked a little as he said, "Wanna bet?" He kicked away Vittore's wand and raised his own to cast a spell.

All of a sudden, Vittore leapt up and tackled Orlando, grasping for his wand. "You think you can defeat me?" he spat out, blood streaked down his chin. They rolled around on the ground exchanging punches, elbows, and knees. In the midst of things, Orlando's gift to Alessandra tumbled out of his pocket. Neither one of them could gain the better hand long enough to say a spell. But the second Vittore looked at the package that had dropped to the ground, Orlando landed another fist on his temple. Crying out in pain, Vittore rolled away from the tangle of limbs clutching the side of his head. Orlando too saw his gift on the ground and thought Yes, that's it!

Scrambling to his feet, Orlando gripped his wand in one hand and the tiny box in his other. Standing over Vittore, who had blood pouring out of his nose and a swollen lip; he raised his wand to end it. Vittore glanced up, breathing heavily.

"Oh, so you're going to kill me now, is that it? Be the great hero of your time?" Vittore coughed and sputtered.

"No," Orlando answered calmly as he opened the box and took out the gift inside. Wrapping it around a finger, he let the amethyst crystal necklace swing in the air. Vittore's eyes widened. "I am not that man. I am not you. I'm not going to kill you. That would be too kind," Orlando continued coolly. He knew how to really hurt this man, this monster. "No, you're going to live. But you will never threaten or hurt anyone again."

Orlando raised his wand and ignored Vittore's sobbing pleads of "Wait, stop!" Orlando said with determination:

For crimes against the world and me

I now declare you an enemy

In this crystal your powers I will store

Be now trapped forevermore!

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"… he went home that night victorious. And that was the end of Vittore. His powers were trapped in the crystal and was turned mortal," Jerry finished his story with a look of pride etched on his face.

Justin's jaw had dropped and was looking at Jerry in awe. Max eyes shone with excitement. Alex had her head in hand and was chewing her hair.

Justin had so many questions. "Dad how is a little crystal able to hold a wizard's power? Especially Vittore's, I mean he'd been collecting other wizards' powers too, right?"

Jerry answered automatically, "Well an amethyst is special. It has properties that makes it able to be a catalyst for magical things, including wizard powers."

Max's eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, so why do we still have this? Why don't we get rid of it, or smash it or something?"

Jerry ran his hand through his hair and huffed out a breath, "Well we've tried to. But even if we destroy the crystal, the powers will just be released. And they'll return to the source. We haven't been able to find a way around it. So we just work to keep it safe and hidden from the world."

"But, if Vittore was defeated, then isn't it over? Why do we still need to protect it?" Justin asked hurriedly.

"Eh, it's complicated. We know that he had large number of supporters, agents all around the world who worked for him. There was no record kept so we had no way of knowing who worked for him. But we do know that they are still running around today. We've intercepted letters that suggest they are secretly recruiting people to restore his power."

"But isn't he like, super old now?" Alex asked with her hair still in her mouth.

Justin rolled his eyes but Jerry responded, "Yes, that amount of power would kill him now, he couldn't handle it. But the power is linked by blood. Vittore had descendants. So the powers, if ever released, would go to his nearest blood relative."

"Okay." Alex started, "So we know it's dangerous. Why can't I use magic when I have it on? It compliments my eyes so well!" She batted her chocolate eyes at her father.

"Yeah, too bad it doesn't compliment the rest of your face, but I don't think anything can…" Justin interjected. Max slapped him a quick high-five while Justin smirked. Alex elbowed her brother in the ribs and then resorted to examining her nails.

"If a wizard wears the pendant, and uses their powers with it on, it activates the magic inside the crystal. The magic sends out a sort of homing signal, which alerts everyone who's linked to the powers to where it is," Jerry said tiredly, exhausted of his children's' bickering. "And the people who will come to for it will do anything, and I mean anything to get it back."

Justin, who was a little frightened by his father's seriousness, asked, "Is there any other way they can find it, without the trace I mean?"

"Well, I suppose they've been trying it the old-fashioned way. They know the family who has it, but it's a good thing Grandpa changed our last name when your uncle was born. You know," Jerry chuckled a little bit, "I remember my dad telling me about that day. You see, when he was battling Vittore, Grandma was having the baby. "She was so strong and brave," he told me. That's why we named you after her, Alex." Jerry smiled at his daughter, who was still picking at her nails.

"Aw, Dad. So sweet. Okay, so what do we do about the necklace?" Alex asked wearily.

"Well, you really can't wear it anymore, sweetie. No no, I mean it!" He said as she looked up at him with her puppy-dog eyes. "You are a loose cannon when it comes to magic, and you know it. We can't risk you forgetting about wearing the necklace and using magic," Jerry answered matter-of-factly.

Justin chuckled. "Dad, you are so right. She has the memory span of a goldfish. Hey, Alex," he turned to his sister, who was glaring at him with fire in her eyes. "Do you even remember what we just talked about? Here's the review: Magical necklace, you can't wear it because you're a little slow in the head."

Jerry pinched the bridge of his nose and left the lair with a frustrated groan to get back to work. His children filed out after him. Max, then Justin, and Alex bringing up the rear. Before the got out the door Alex smacked Justin upside the head.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed. Alex grinned and replied, "Pansy."

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A/N round 2: Okay so another reason I was a little late in updating was because this was a difficult chapter for me to write, knowing nothing about Jerry's parents and such, and also creating a villainous wizard. (Evil is NOT my thing) So please review, and let me know what you think!! :D

Also, a side-note about the spells in case anyone was wondering: Although I think the spells they use on the show are adorable and charming, I thought it best for battle spells to be a little quicker to say. So i looked up a bunch of words in the Latin dictionary LOL.