Jake flipped through the Book of Shadows, desperately searching for the spell with his daughter Clarke by his side.

"You want this, Clarke, I know you do." Jake whispered with a cracked voice as his fingers rubbed circles onto Clarke's back.

Clarke bit at her lip, shaking her head nervously as hot tears flowed out of her eyelids. "I - I don't know." was all she could muster. "Raven and Octavia..." the words wouldn't form in her head.

"Shh... shh." He reassured her gently. "This is what's best for all three of you. You have to trust me." Jake finally landed on the spell, his heart falling into his chest as his eyes drifted from left to right. He was being forced into this scheme and now he had made his daughter cry, she would certainly hate him after this. But, it was the only way he could save their lives.

Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out the cellphone the warlock had given him. He placed the power collector on the stand next to the book before leaning in closer towards his daughter's ear, "Magic will end up getting you killed. It will destroy you and your sisters." He discreetly wiped away a stray tear; he couldn't let Clarke see through his act. "Look what happened to your grandmother, to your mother..." his voice was firm and rigid now.

"They'll be mad at me…" Clarke bawled.

"No… no. They'll be happy. Finally normal. You said it yourself; you wanted to be normal again."

"I don't know… anymore."

"You want kids someday right?" Jake asked, his manipulative voice soft and delicate, he knew all the right ways to push Clarke's buttons and get inside of her head.

Clarke couldn't form any words, so she just nodded instead.

"Do you want your kids to constantly be under attack by demons? Do you want your husband to resent you because of the danger you put your children in?"

Clarke shook her head. Her dream was to settle down, have a few kids. Live normal, suburban lives. She knew that magic would surely destroy her dream.

"I know you don't want that Clarke." Jake wove delicate fingers through his daughter's blonde hair. "This spell will solve everything. You'll be normal again."

There was an eerie moment of silence as Clarke contemplated her decisions. Give up her and her sister's magic so they could lead normal lives again or not read the spell and ultimately end up falling victim to the Source of All Evil.

The decision seemed like a no-brainer. Clarke nodded her head firmly, sucking back the wet, hot tears that had formed during her mental breakdown. She had made her choice.

She was going to do what was right.


"For the last time Jake, no!" screamed the older woman. Her once light amber hair had begun turning deep gray, and her once tight skin had begun to wrinkle in places she was self-conscious about. Even though she was 60 years old, she still had a light of youth that ran through her now aging features.

"Are they your daughters or are they mine?!" Jake retaliated. He looked much younger back in 1997, but even he too had wrinkles and graying hair, not because he was aging, but because he was beyond stressed. The death of his wife had taken a huge toll on him, it had been two years since she passed and he wasn't doing any better since the funeral.

"You're a human; you don't understand anything about magic. Stop poking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"I understand that magic is putting my girl's lives in danger, Elissa." Jake's voice hardened and his eyebrows furrowed.

Elissa was her name. She was born in the 1930's and lived her whole life as a witch, even giving birth to two witch children – a son named Elijah and a daughter named Samantha. Those children went on to give birth to magical children of their own, Samantha however gave birth to the three most powerful witches the world would ever know – The Charmed Ones; Raven, Clarke and Octavia.

Elissa tried her best to tune out her son in law and instead tried to focus on the potion she was making.

"Just last week a demon attacked and nearly killed Raven!" Jake's voice got louder once he realized Elissa wasn't paying him any attention. "She's nine years old for god's sake; she shouldn't have to deal with that!"

The woman took a deep breath as her eyes rolled in her head, "The sooner the girls learn how to control their abilities, the sooner they'll be able to defend themselves. Until then, I will keep them safe."

"Three little girls and an elderly woman going up against powerful demons? Sounds okay to me!" His sarcasm rang throughout the kitchen.

Elissa stirred her pot of herbs, "What do you want from me, Jake? I'm trying my best."

"You wouldn't have to try so hard if their powers were bound." He had tried on countless occasions to get his daughter's powers bound, but their grandmother simply would not budge. The arguments over the matter had gotten so bad that they had drove a serious wedge in the relationship between him and his mother in law.

"You know my stance on this matter; absolutely not! End of discussion." Elissa brought the wooden spoon up to her lips to taste the concoction, her lips puckering once the sourness of the herbs hit her tongue.

"Well, I'm not gonna sit around here and wait for my daughters to die." Jake headed out the kitchen and towards the front door.

Elissa dropped the wooden spoon on the counter and took off after the man "Jake, don't be ridiculous. Where are you going to go?"

"Anywhere is better than here." Jake turned the knob of the front door, pausing to think about what he was really doing. He was just about to step foot out the door and into the daylight when a small voice came from behind him.

"Daddy? Where are you going?" Called out a nine year old Raven, her sleek and straight dark hair fell down to her hips, strands of it flew all over her face and she had to constantly wipe them away in order to see clearly. Raven looked more like her mother than anyone else in the family; they both had the signature tanned skin and big brown eyes that caught the light in the most elegant way. Seeing her was like seeing Samantha; a painful reminder that poked and prodded at every bruise she had left in Jake's mind.

Jake closed his eyes; he didn't want to see her. He knew if he did then he would never leave. "Out, honey. I'll be back later." He gritted through his teeth before walking out the door.

Raven didn't think too much of it then. It wasn't until later that night when she was close to falling asleep that she wondered why her father hadn't shown up for dinner, or why he still wasn't back yet.

"Come on, honey." Elissa called out, rushing over to the front door to take young Raven by the hand. "Want to help me make a potion?" she asked with a smile that seemed out of place.

Raven only nodded as her grandmother led her into the kitchen. She didn't think of her father once as she stirred and added the herbs that her grandmother instructed, because she was sure that he would be back.

But that was the last time Raven saw her father.

He wouldn't show up until almost twenty years later. He would never get to experience the happiness of watching his children graduate or go to prom. He would never be the shoulder to cry on when they all got dumped for the first time. He would no longer be that warm smile that the girls saw in the kitchen every morning. Instead he would become a painful, distant memory. One of which Raven, would try hard to forget.


"Clarke!" Octavia shouts as her and Raven bolt through the front door of the manor. The two sisters quickly run up the attic stairs.

Clarke is in a state she has never been in before; she shakes and whimpers as her father whispers words of torment into her ears. But everything he says is right, magic destroyed her mother and it would destroy her and her sisters as well. She has no other choice, but to read the spell and relinquish her powers. The words are soft as they leave her lips, "From whence they came, return them now…"

The middle sister only gets two lines in before the attic door starts shaking violently, "Clarke, don't do it!" screams Octavia.

"Octavia…" Clarke whispers quietly, her head shooting up, momentarily distracted from the spell.

"Finish the spell!" Jake shouts, Clarke's head falls as she begins whispering the last two lines.

"Raven, use your power, blast the door open!" Octavia urges.

Raven gives her sister a firm nod, before taking a step back. She extends a hand in the air and is just about to blast the door open when she hears Clarke saying something on the other side of the door.

"Vanish the words, vanish our powers." Clarke finishes the spell.

Raven screams in pain as her powers are brutally ripped from her body. She can feel her blood go cold for a moment, she can feel her heart stop beating, it feels almost as if her brain stops responding to everything around her, as if all her vital organs forget how to work for a second. A bright white light emerges from her body and is sucked through the attic door. Raven collapses to the floor, clutching her heart.

Jake cringes when he hears his eldest daughter scream in agony, "Good. Just read it twice more, for you and Octavia." His voice is a cracked, hushed whisper.

Octavia kneels on the floor to try and help Raven up, "Just get to Clarke!" Raven orders. Octavia stands and returns to the door, she turns the knob violently, hoping that maybe with each push it'll unlock.

"Clarke, don't read the spell!" Octavia presses her lips to the attic door, trying to get her words across.

Clarke tries to shake her sister's words from her mind. She was doing what was best for all three of them; she recites the spell again, this time from memory. "From whence they came, return them now; vanish the words, vanish our powers."

Octavia collapses onto the floor as her own powers are sucked away from her. Her vision from the restaurant comes to fruition, right before her very eyes. She fights through the immense amount of pain and stands up again. She can't let Clarke read that spell again. Octavia musters up as much strength as she possibly can; she takes a deep breath before throwing herself against the attic door. The weight of her body causes the door to give way before her.

Octavia and Raven come tumbling into the wood-paneled attic; magicless and desperate. Raven locks eyes with Jake and wants nothing more than to have her powers back in order to send him flying out of the window and down onto the concrete pavement below. She was right about him, the only reason he had shown up after twenty years was to steal their powers for god knows what. He was a human; there was nothing he could do with them.

"Clarke, please don't do this." Octavia pleads, her voice cracking with every vowel that leaves her lips. Being a witch had become such a huge part of Octavia's life. She had absolutely nothing in this world before she discovered her powers, her fate, and her destiny. Suddenly her life went from black and white to screaming color – she had a purpose, a reason to wake up in the morning. But now, it was all gone and Octavia had never felt emptier.

Clarke brought the palm of her hand up to her face to wipe away the tears. She didn't understand. Her sisters were finally normal again; demons and warlocks wouldn't attack them ever again. They could finally go back to living normal lives – a concept that Clarke believed would make her sisters happy, but the looks on their faces showed nothing but disappointment, sadness and a slight twinge of anger. It hurt Clarke to see her sisters like this and in that moment, she wished for nothing more than for time to rewind to before she read the spell. Clarke just wanted a do-over, to make everything right again. To make everything normal; because being witches, no matter how odd it was, had suddenly become normal for the three sisters.

"You don't understand! Clarke has to read the spell!" Jake's words carried an edge of desperation that Clarke didn't understand. Clarke didn't understand why she had let him get into her head in the first place. Maybe it was because Bellamy had made her so angry, what with all the fate and destiny talk. Bellamy had made Clarke feel so small, like her future was already written out in stone. Clarke wanted to have a say in her own future, Clarke wanted to be in control of her own life. And maybe that's why she had read the spell, to feel in control again. She had to admit, while reading the spell she couldn't help but picture the look on Bellamy's face when he found out that she had given up their magic. The thought that Bellamy and his bosses would have to find someone else to fight the bad guys made her giggle. But then an odd thought suddenly came over her – if she didn't have magic anymore, then Bellamy wouldn't be her whitelighter anymore, and she would never see him again.

Raven scoffed, "I was right about you from the start, all you wanted was our powers. What a great father, huh?"

"I'm not the one who's after your powers, goddamnit Raven! I'm trying to save all three of you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Octavia chimed in.

Jake huffed, his voice was quiet now, "His name is Thoreau. He specializes in blood, and unfortunately for us, he has a vial of mine." Jake rubbed at his temples, wondering how he had ended up putting his girls into such a fucked up situation. "He threatened me, he told me that if I didn't get your powers…" he held up the power collector disguised a cell phone, "That he would use my blood to kill you girls."


"Grams!" Raven screams from the top of her lungs.

Elissa bolts up the attic stairs and tumbles into the attic to find Raven crying at the foot of a clutter of boxes full of things that the woman had meant to move into the basement some time ago. The mess of boxes nearly reached as high as the ceiling, it was just yesterday that the boxes were stacked and organized neatly. How did she not hear the boxes fall to the floor?

"It was an accident! I didn't mean too!" Raven was crying now.

"Its okay honey, I can clean it up. What did you do?" Her voice was warm and soft, it had become a clear source of comfort for the girls over the years.

"We wa- wanted something in the top box, so I - I used my power to t- try and reach it. B- But I couldn't control it, and the boxes fell… you have to help her!" Raven stuttered and tumbled over her words.

"We?" Elissa whipped her head around the attic to try and locate the other girl. "Where's Clarke?"

Raven pointed to the bottom of the pile of boxes.

"Oh my god!" Elissa shouted, not wasting any time before thrusting her hands in the air, using her telekinetic abilities to throw the boxes round the attic. She stopped once her eyes fell upon the pale blonde haired girl. "Clarke!" Elissa took the young girl into her arms, pressing her face closer to Clarke's lips. "She's not breathing… Bellamy!" she called out.

Silence ripped through the attic before Bellamy orbed in, accompanied by the usual flurry of bright white and blue lights and a sparkling sound that sound as if it came from the heavens. Whitelighters were able to show up in a moment's notice whenever a charge called for them.

"What happened?" Bellamy rushed over to the dying girl in Elissa's arms.

"No time to explain! Just heal!" Elissa rushed.

Bellamy did as he was told, holding his hands over Clarke. His hands began to glow brightly as his healing ability poured from his fingertips and squeezed itself into Clarke's body. Raven could only watch from the sidelines with a teary eye.

Bellamy took his glowing hands away as soon as Clarke coughed, her body roaring back to life. "What…" her voice was groggy and her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the environment.

"Oh thank god, you're okay!" Elissa pulled her granddaughter closer to her, holding her tightly, because for a moment, she thought she would never be able to again.

Later that night, Elissa sat in the attic alone. She thought for hours and hours. She thought of her dead daughter, she thought of her son in law who had only left them months ago and still hadn't returned – no phone calls or anything. But most of all, she thought of how Jake was right; magic would end up killing the girls, but not demonic evil magic. The girl's own magic would be their downfall. They were far too young to control their ever growing powers. Raven could get angry at school and accidentally use magic to throw a desk across the room and injure another student. Clarke could get scared and freeze someone in public. And dear Octavia, only five years old, was having premonitions of monsters that a child should only ever see in their nightmares.

Jake was right. He was right about it all. The girl's powers had to be bound. So that's exactly what Elissa did, using a spell to bind all three girl's magic. Elissa made extra sure that the spell would only wear off after she died, and that their magic would only be reactivated once they were all reunited. That way, the girls would receive their powers again once they were old enough and ready to take on their fate.

After the binding spell was complete, Elissa used another spell to completely erase the girl's memories of everything and anything that was magic. The woman then cleaned up the attic – taking down the dream catchers, unique Wiccan relics, animal parts in jars, and anything else that was out of the ordinary. She then locked away the Book of Shadows in a chest, but not before writing a spell on the first page entitled "Dominus Trinus".

And that was the end of it. No more magic for Raven, Clarke, and Octavia. No more danger.

Not for twenty years, when Elissa died and the sisters were reunited to form the Power of Three, to receive the powers they had so long ago, to take on their fate and destiny.

To become the Charmed Ones.


"Clarke, finish the spell, you have too!" Jake pleaded; he was desperate to save his girls.

"No, don't!" Octavia countered. "Clarke, you still have your magic, you can vanquish the warlock on your own."

Clarke shook her head, "Me? No I – I can't." She bit at her lower lip, "I need you guys, the power of three, that's how we always do it."

"Well we're kind of human at the moment…" Raven shot a deadly glare towards Jake. "Listen, you're as strong as me and Octavia, you can take on the warlock. You just have to believe in yourself." She encouraged, there was no doubt in her mind that Clarke could do this.

Something snapped in Clarke, Bellamy's words kept replaying in her head and she finally realized that this was who she was now – she was a witch. This was her fate, whether she liked it or not. Right now, her sisters were in trouble, and she would do everything to save them. "Okay, what do I do? All I can do is freeze things?!"

Octavia walked over to the Book of Shadows, joining her sister and father. "There has to be some sort of vanquishing spell or something." She began flipping through the pages.

Raven was just about to join her family at the stand when a screeching noise ripped through the attic. Thoreau had appeared out of nowhere, directly behind Raven. He shoved his arm through the air and pulled Raven back into him, his arm wrapped around her neck and he was pressing down dangerously. Raven choked and clawed at the man's arm, trying desperately to refill air into her lungs. The whole scene looked like a hostage situation. "Where are my powers, Jake?" he demanded.

"Let her go, Thoreau." Jake demanded.

Clarke's eyes stayed fixed on the man choking her sister to near death. This was all her fault, if only she hadn't read the spell, Raven would still have her powers and she wouldn't be in this situation.

"Give me my powers and I'll let her go." Thoreau pressed down harder on Raven's throat.

Octavia discretely flipped through pages, looking up every so often to make sure that the warlock wasn't looking at her. But his eyes were fixed on Jake. She smiled contently to herself once she found a spell that looked like it would vanquish Thoreau. "This one." She whispered quietly to Clarke.

Thoreau's head snapped towards Octavia when he heard her speak. It didn't take long to realize what was going on; the other sisters were looking for a spell to vanquish him. He lifted his free hand in the air and directed his open palm towards Octavia. Thoreau closed his eyes and began concentrating, in just a few seconds, his powers came roaring to life. He imagined the blood running through Octavia's body and veins, and then he imagined her blood boiling – and that's exactly what happened. Octavia screamed in agony and collapsed to the floor, seizing and thrashing around wildly as an excruciating pain overcame her body. "Where are my powers?!" his voice was deep and low.

"Stop it, please!" Jake pleaded, rushing over to Octavia.

"You want your powers?!" Clarke screamed, taking the cell phone into her hand. "Take them!" she chucked the phone towards the man, but she was always a terrible shot. The phone flew right past Thoreau and instead hit the wall behind him, coming to a crash on the floor below. The screen cracked and glass splattered on the floor beside the flimsy metal.

As the phone breaks, Raven's and Octavia's powers are unleashed.

Bright white balls of lights emerged from the phone and found its way to the owners. Raven felt a newfound strength run through her veins as her powers flood back into her body, it felt good to feel like her again. Raven squints her eyes, and using her telekinetic abilities, sends Thoreau flying into the wall behind him. He crashes onto the floor with a thud. The color in Raven's face changes from blue to her usual caramel, "Read the spell!" she chokes out, coughing to try and get the air she was deprived of.

Clarke's eyes immediately scan the page of the book as she hurriedly shouts the spell aloud, "When in the circle that is home, safety's gone and darkness roams. Rid all evil from these walls, save us sisters three now heed our call."

A gust of wind blows through the attic and Thoreau screams in agony as the spell takes effect, his body begins to rapidly evaporate into thin air; his face contorts into odd directions and his limbs twist, snap and break. Then, after a second, he is finally vanquished, leaving nothing behind but a brutal flash of red light as he disappears forever.

Octavia's body comes to a halt as the magical effect ceases to exist when Thoreau dies. She lies oddly still on the floor, her breathe comes in short, ragged breaths. Clarke barely has any time to acknowledge her own success before she's kneeling down and at her dying sister's side. "What do we do?" she cries.

"Bellamy!" Jake yells into the attic air.

Bellamy orbs in before Jake even finishes calling for him. He quickly rushes over to Octavia and places his hands over her body, they begin glowing and Octavia's roars back to life.

"That fucking hurt." The youngest sister groans as she rubs her head.

The family can't help but laugh.


The trio of sisters walk their father down the stairs, coming to a halt once they reach the entrance hallway. Light of a new day pours in through the windows of the front door and a warm, comforting gust of air rushes over the skin of the family. They are all silent for a moment, just looking at one another. Jake, who is considerably taller than his daughters, looks down at them with a smile.

"I didn't mean for all the trouble. I was only just trying to save my girls." He says quietly, breaking the silence.

"I would've done the same thing, dad." Octavia says, she's exhausted and wants nothing more than to fall into her bed. Jake wraps an arm around her, and she rests her head on him, closing her eyes only for a second.

"Can you girls ever forgive me?"

Octavia's eyes are still closed "Already forgiven."

Clarke nods, she understands, her father was only trying to do what was best for her and her sisters. It did take some unexpected turns, but ultimately he was only looking out for them. Clarke moves to the other side of her father, and copies Octavia, resting her tired head on the father she has missed for the past twenty years.

Raven crosses her arm over her chest, taking in the sight before her. Her father almost got her killed, but for some odd reason, she wasn't angry. For the past twenty years, she had just wanted him to die, she wanted the painful memories of him to die, and she wanted Clarke and Octavia to never have to think of him again. But right now, he was here, and Raven was glad. "I forgive you." She mumbled.

Jake smiled; it wasn't a fake smile, or a smile that tried too hard, but a smile that showed every single piece of his happiness. Raven had forgiven him, and he was sure those three words didn't just apply to tonight. But for the past twenty years; he never called, he never sent birthday cards, and he never came back when they needed him the most. But, they had become incredible, intelligent women, without him. And maybe he didn't have a hand to play in that, but he was proud. He reached out his arms, as a gesture for Raven to join the embrace, and she did with a smile.

The four just held each other for a while. Jake couldn't help but think of all those days when he was in New York or Chicago or Boston. Just living; traveling the world, without his daughters. He had missed them terribly, there were so many times he had wanted to come back, but he knew that Elissa would never let him back into the house while she was still alive. Jake was just in a terrible state of mind without Samantha, and living with magic pushed him over the edge. But he was getting better. He was here now, with the people he loved most in the world, and despite everything terrible that had ever happened in their lives – right now they were alive and okay in the somewhat safety in the manor that harbored memories no one person could carry on their own.

"Your mother would be so proud of you girls." Jake breaks through the silence once again.

"What was she like?" Octavia asks innocently, for her memory of her mother was the weakest.

Jake's laugh rips through the air - he thinks of everything Samantha was, and all the incredible moments they shared together. "She was kind, so generous and so giving. She was incredibly smart and wise, and so deeply beautiful. I remember the first time I met her, and suddenly everything I thought about included her. Everything in my mind changed from I to we." Jake pauses. "I'm just so glad that you guys all inherited a piece of her." He was right, for Samantha lived on through her daughters, each contained a small fraction of the beautiful person she once was.

The Halliwells were a loving bunch. No matter what happened in the family, no matter what arguments and fights took place, no matter what idiotic decisions one made, no matter how far apart they were; they all still somehow found a way to love each other.

And love is always stronger than magic.