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Halliwell Manor was a mess. This was most likely due to the Corchan demon that was just vanquished. That would also explain the scorch marks on the walls.

"This is ridiculous! If they're not destroying the living room, they're ruining the sunroom. If it's not the sunroom, it's the front entrance. If it's not that, then it's the attic! And DON'T get me started on the Grandfather clock!"

"Now, Piper, that's an exaggeration. We vanquish just as many demons outside as we do in the house. And we were thinking of cleaning and organizing the attic anyway. Now we have a reason to actually do it. Both you and Phoebe admit that you don't know what's in here. Now we can actually find out."

Phoebe leaned in close to Paige. "Please don't put that in her had Paige. I have a column due this afternoon, and don't need Piper on a cleaning rampage."

"I heard that! You can join us when you finish."

Many, many hours later…

Paige got up from the floor and stretched. "You know, all these letters and documents are really interesting. I've found school papers from both Patty and Grams, love letters from Penny and her first husband, Patty's birth certificate, and just found all of your papers from school, and your birth certificates. I didn't know that you were a science whiz at school, Piper."

"Where do you think I got the skills to make potions? I always did love chemistry. At least you found good stuff. The trash man is going to find a lot of broken furniture when he comes."

Paige laughed as she sat back down. "Better to get it out of the house before Wyatt learns to climb the stairs on his own." Paige frowned as she looked at one paper. "Hey Piper, why was Prue in the hospital when she was sixteen? There's a bill that says that she was admitted, and stayed for two days. Grams wrote reasons on it, with question marks. Seems odd, don't you think?"

Phoebe frowned from where she was organizing old toys and clothes. "That actually seems familiar. Wasn't that around the time she got all depressed, and would just cry for hours on end?"

Piper paused, and set the broken rocking chair down. "That does ring a bell. She kept that old doll of hers nearby all the time she was home, didn't she?"

"Yeah, I remember I teased he about that. I hid it once, and she blew a gasket. Prue gave me a black eye. Grams made me give it back, and we both got grounded. I wonder where it went."

Paige reached into the bag with the letters, and felt something hard. When she pulled it out, she found herself holding a porcelain doll with black hair and brown eyes. " Uh, guys? What did this doll look like?"

Phoebe shrugged as she burrowed back into a box. "Black hair, green shirt and black pants. Oh, and it was porcelain. Prue got it for her eighth birthday from Mom. I was always stealing it because of that. Why?"

Paige held it up. "Because I think that I found it."

Piper walked back into the room at that moment. "Hey it's Prue's doll. I've been wondering where it went. Where'd you find it?"

"In the bag of letters between your grandparents. Wonder how it got there."

Piper walked over and took the doll. "She was always so protective of this. I wonder why she put it there." Piper ran her hands over the doll, lost in thought. Eventually she realized that there were two snaps on the body of the doll. Piper pulled up the sweater and found a handmade pocket on the back of the doll. She pulled it open, although she had a little trouble with the snaps. Inside where papers, and a photograph of a baby. As she read them, her eye got big.

"Oh my god. I know why Prue was in the hospital. She had a baby boy. She put him up for adoption though. Some English couple, James and Lily Potter."

Phoebe jumped up. "We should find him. After all, he probably has magic, and has no idea how to use it. Prue wouldn't have known since our powers were bound back then."

"It looks like she did, there are also papers here about private detectives looking for the Potters." Piper replied, skimming the reports. "Oh my god. The Potters died on Halloween six years ago, and Harry, which seems to be his name, was sent to Lily's sister. The detective says that they're abusing him."

"We should go get him. If we bring those, and our birth certificates, we can prove that he is abused, and that Harry is our nephew. We could bring him here!"

"How are going to do it, is the problem. Phoebe and I can't go because of our jobs for at least a few weeks, and I don't know if they'll let you get custody since you are only a half sister to Prue, and you never met her."

"If you and Phoebe write a letter saying that you want him here too, I bet that they will. I'm sure that the English authorities will understand that we wanted to come as soon as possible because of the reports, and that you two couldn't get time off that quickly for such a long trip."

Piper nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Here are the reports and birth certificate for Harry, and go ahead and grab those copies of ours from the pile. Phoebe, lets go ahead and write those letters, while Paige gets packed. I want our nephew home.

Seven hours later, Paige was on an airplane, on her way to England.