Jake: Hey everyone its Jake! So the author of this story is really excited for this story, because he has lots of ideas for this story! Unfortunately due to my lack of magic at this time, I cannot reveal any secrets at this time! But I do know that we will be traveling to London in this chapter!

Me: Jake, you have to be one of my favorite characters that I have come up with. But clarify that the new "Charmed Ones" WILL be STAYING in San Francisco for the time being.

Jake: Huh, don't think Phoebe could have predicted that one. Oh well, let's get on with it!

Me: And for any lawyers, death takes thee with this disclaimer! (I own nothing of charmed or Harry Potter. If I did, I would be rich and not writing fanfiction. So deal with my imagination).

Jake: Someone's a little testy…

While the Halliwell siblings were discovering their powers in the States, across the pond in a small suburban area in Surrey, specifically Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, there was a family of four sitting around a table. The father was a pudgy man with a short thick neck and a moustache, while the mother had a face like a horse. Unfortunately for them, they decided to reproduce and create something resembling a small killer whale. There are many names that they are called, but for the sake of this story, we'll call them Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley. They liked to think of themselves as exceedingly normal as it is humanely possible to be, but they weren't. Every family has a skeleton in their closet that must remain a secret and the Dursleys had theirs. Eleven years ago, Petunia's sister, Lily, died with her husband James at their cottage home in Godric's Hollow. They left behind a son, around Dudleys age, and he had landed on their doorstep. Meet Harry Potter. Long black hair, glasses, an outcast at the age of 11, Harry was never accepted into his aunt and uncle's home. As far back as he could remember, they went out of his way to make his life a living hell. He slept under the stairs in a cupboard. Until one day, everything changed all of that…

"Get the mail Harry." Vernon said to Harry without looking up from his breakfast.

"Make Dudley get it." Harry said not wanting to get up from the table so Dudley could take his food.

"Right hook him into it Dudley!" Vernon said. Dudley was taking boxing lessons at Smeltings, a private school that his father had attended many moons ago, as Harry liked to think of it whenever his uncle would go into one of his boxing stories. Harry dodged, and with one longing look at his breakfast, went out to get the mail. He heard the clinking of plates as Dudley took his bacon and eggs for himself.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Harry asked himself miserably. He trudged over to the front door, got the mail, and started to leaf through it.

"Bill, bill, bill, magazine, bill, bill, hang on… what's this?" Harry thought to himself in amazement. In his hand was an envelope addressed to

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard Under the Stairs

No. 4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surry

Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he quietly slid his letter underneath the door to his cupboard, and returned to the kitchen, to an empty plate, Uncle Vernon's boxing stories, and a sense of curiosity. Who would be writing to him of all people? All his relatives were dead except for the Dursleys. Soon, the sense of curiosity got to be too much for Harry and he excused himself to the cupboard. Inside, he tore open the letter and read to himself,

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you, that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Term begins on September the first. We will await your owl no later than August 3rd.

Sincerely Yours,

Professor Minerva M. McGonagall.

Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Outside, Harry heard an owl chirping. He heard his uncle say something about the bloody birds need to get with the times. Harry sat stunned, not knowing what to think. If he was magical, that would explain all the crazy things that would have happened to him over the past 11 years. But still, what if this was a trick? Harry contemplated, and then, deciding that nothing could be worse than living with the Dursleys, checked yes on the attending box, put the school supply list in a hidden spot, and ran to the door, and put it through the mail slot. Looking out the window, he saw an owl pick up his letter and fly off. A few seconds later, his uncle came out into the hallway.

"What was that boy?" his uncle said with a nasty grin on his face. "Broken all the toys we graciously gave to you so now you have to play in the mail?"

By now the young Mr. Potter was through putting up with his uncles' nonsense. So he looked him directly in the eye and asked him

"Why didn't you tell me I was a wizard?"

Cliffhanger! Hahahaha I am mean! But I am updating! This is loosely based off of the tv show books and movies we all loved and stil love but im going in my own direction with it. Also there might be some same sex couples in this story to promote LGBT awareness. Nothing hardcore or anything, think more along the lines of Blaine and Kurt off of Glee! I haven't completely decided yet. But thank you to my three followers of the story! While I love the followers reviews are appreciated too! (Hint hint wink wink nudge nudge.) But let me know how you feel about the same sex couple thing. It would be original characters not the main ones. Not messing with a perfect formula. Enjoy and until next time! (BTW Changed my pen name. Sorry for the confusion! Personal decision that needed to happen)