Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own Charmed.

Warnings: Slash. this story is all about Harry and Wyatt and magic. Slash, don't like then don't read but don't whine about it okay? Good. Next then, there will be mpreg. Some character bashing. And no matter how many times I proofread I tend to get timescales wrong so if I do just tell me so I can put it in the warnings of my next chapter. Okay? I think that's all for now. Oh, in later chapters I will delete the 'lemon' scenes or the slightly more graphic scenes because I'm not sure whether I should put them online here. If you want them later on ask me to email them to you.

Pairings: Wyatt/Harry, Leo/Piper, Jason/Phoebe, Kyle Brody/Paige (btw, I have no idea who he is but I know he's a white lighter so I used him okay?), Ron/Hermione in later chapters.

WHEEE! Look it! I gave a forth one...now I have to write moreafter I get number 11 up. Anyhow, I read the other chapter and decided I couldn't leave it at the end of a flashback - that would be SO RUDE! So here you are. Hehehe...

Chapter 10

After dinner Evan was sat on the edge of his bed watching as Wyatt paced the room reading through the file he'd been given on Lucius Malfoy the leader of the Death Eaters. Evan felt extremely apprehensive once again about being back and having yet another Dark Lord having ascended the throne. Piper, Paige, Phoebe and Leo had told the stories time and time again about how they vanquished the Source of all Evil again and again and the story of how the Charmed Ones saved Phoebe's ex-husband from being the Source was a very interesting tale. Evan knew from this that there would always be evil leaders but now in the underworld there were just loads and loads of powerful factions in a continuous battle with themselves and the Light. Evan knew however that since Wicca was mixing with Wizarding magic that this would be a trying battle. Evan already knew loads about Lucius Malfoy and had taken no interest in getting to know what had become of the horrible man in all the time Evan had been in San Francisco. Evan also knew about Demons from all is time living with Wyatt. Wyatt and the Halliwell's on the other hand, they didn't know so much about the Death Eaters of Lucius Malfoy so they were all probably reading from similar files like Wyatt was.

Evan sighed from his point on the bed and rose to his feet. Going into the bathroom with his pyjamas Evan took out his contact lenses and removed the glamours from his eyes and hair. Gently fingering the lightning scar on his face Evan sighed once more trying to rid himself of all his melancholy thoughts.

Sure, Evan no longer completely believed that it was his fault so many people had died. Evan believed that, he really did. What Evan kept contemplating was his fate if his one time friends discovered that Evan Jameson was actually Harry Potter. Evan had been betrayed already by his friends. When Ginny had been found dead Ron and Hermione had yelled at Harry and the Wizarding world turned against Harry saying all those deaths could have been prevented had Harry and the Order worked a little faster. Harry knew they'd done the best they could but the vicious words in the daily profit and the harsh things his friends had said had been enough to make him flee the Wizarding world and the country taking all his money with him and completely transforming himself. It was exactly a month after the final battle that Harry had bought himself brown contact lenses and dyed his hair to blonde before fleeing to the USA. Harry never really regretted becoming Evan Jameson but sometimes, just sometimes, those old negative feelings bubbled up again.

Evan stripped off his clothes and folded them quickly before pulling on his nightwear. Evan had always been modest and embarrassed about his body. He had become an emotional wreck when he left England. He had become extremely insecure and even paranoid the first few months in America but he'd eventually calmed down and relaxed only some things like the need to stay covered up had remained. It wasn't like he had to worry about anyone seeing his scars. Somehow none of the scars from the Final Battle had remained. Harry suspected that it was him keeping his magic inside his body and inactive that had made his own magic completely heal his scars as his magic had nothing else to do but he couldn't be sure. All Evan knew was that only three months after the final battle he had no scars that could be seen apart from his Lightning Bolt scar on his forehead and even that was slowly disappearing.

Evan picked up his clothes and left the bathroom putting his clothes in the chest of drawers at the other end of the room. Evan then went back to his side of the bed but he felt a pair of strong arms around his waist and chest before he could climb into bed.

"Wyatt." Evan sighed and rolled his eyes. He always knew when it was Wyatt touching him. No-one else apart from a Halliwell could touch him without him whipping around to hit them.

"Evan, you are brooding again."

"I am not brooding!" Evan protested. Wyatt leaned down and put his chin on Evan's shoulder so his mouth was right next to Evan's ear.

"Oh yes you are." Evan slumped in defeat before he spoke in weary tones.

"No Wyatt I'm not. I'm just…contemplating things."

"Yeah brooding." Evan sighed loudly and wiggled out of Wyatt's embrace and turning to look at the man. Wyatt was still wearing his day clothes and was looking wide awake too. Evan leaned all his weight onto one leg and looked up at his lover with bored eyes.

"Look, are you coming to bed or are you staying up a while longer? Because I don't know about you but I'm still tired from yesterday and today has been particularly hectic."

"I'm coming to bed but I want you to tell me what you are so broody about first."

"Urgh! Can't you just leave it!" Evan groaned. Wyatt shook his head and narrowed his eyes at Evan. "Oh for the love of…look, I'm tired, I'm in a place I didn't really wanna be, I'm surrounded by people I didn't wanna see again and once again I'm fighting the bloody evil Wizard of fucking England. Call me crazy if you like but I left this country to get away from all this bloody madness. Now I'm bloody back again and I'm right back where I freaking started."

At the start of Evan's rant Evan was angry and was glaring but by the end all the anger had fizzled out and he was left with only tears. Wyatt immediately grabbed Evan and held him close as Evan sobbed then cried silently with his shaking shoulders and harsh breathing the only evidence beside the tears that Evan was indeed crying.

"Shh. Shh." Wyatt cooed. "You don't have to be apart of this war. I've told you that already. You don't have to fight. My family and I will take care of it all, don't worry. And your old…friends don't know it's you here. They don't seem to blame you though, not from the way Hermione spoke earlier. We'll leave the country as soon as we can though baby okay?" Evan noticed that Wyatt had gone back to his old pet name for Evan. 'Baby' hadn't been used for a while by Wyatt but the situation had called for its use again. Wyatt always used it to help calm Evan down when Evan was upset, majorly upset.

"Come on, lets get you to bed and don't worry about anything. I'll take care of you, nothing's gonna happen." Wyatt helped Evan into bed and quickly stripped himself down to his boxers before climbing into bed next to Evan.

"I don't know Wyatt. I have the feeling something is coming. Something is going to happen or is happening right now and we don't know about it and it's out of control."

"Don't worry about it. Don't even think about it okay?" Evan nodded and Wyatt pulled the smaller auburn haired man into his arms and against his chest in a firm embrace. "Go to sleep baby."

"Okay…Wyatt?" Wyatt hummed to get Evan to continued even as Evan nuzzled his chest slightly and kissed his breast plate. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Hm…just don't leave…don't let go." Evan drifted off slowly but Wyatt stayed awake for a while more just holding Evan. Wyatt's blue eyes glowed in the darkness of the room as he thought about Evan. Wyatt knew something was going on and he completely trusted Evan's words when Evan had said he felt something was coming, was happening. Evan wasn't usually wrong about those things, just like Aunt Phoebe was never wrong about the things she saw. Evan had also been rather moody today, he'd changed his moods frequently, and Wyatt wondered whether what had happened had gone deeper than what Evan had explained all those years ago.

Wyatt looked down at the man in his arms and smiled gently. Just like he'd said he would take care of Evan. He was the Lord of the Light, the Source of all Good if you will, and he protected the ones he loved and the innocents he was meant to save. He would not fail against this new enemy. Wyatt slowly fell asleep with his will made up to protect Evan from both Lucius Malfoy and his evil and the evils this castle represented to Evan.

"Oh my GOD! WYATT! WHATT!" Evan's scream from the bathroom woke Wyatt in no time at all and the tall blonde dove out of bed as quickly as he could and into the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom Wyatt gaped at Evan who stood in front of the sink with sticky red liquid colouring his back, legs, arms and chest.

"Why are you bleeding?" Wyatt said rushing to Evan immediately and checking him over for cuts. Finding none Wyatt looked up to Evan's eyes which had tears brimming from them and falling in rapid succession.

"I-i-it's n-not blood…" Evan stuttered through the mess and tears. Wyatt frowned.

"What is it then?" Evan didn't answer straight away since he was trying to breath properly through his tears and gasps of air.

"I-it's d-dye…" Wyatt frowned even further and glanced up at Evan's hair. It was then that Wyatt noticed that Evan's hair was no longer auburn and was black instead. Thick red liquid was dripping from the long locks in thick strands. Wyatt gaped for a moment before realising that Evan was still very upset about what was going on. Dragging Evan over to the bath Wyatt set about filling it making Evan climb in even as the water slowly filled the large bath. Evan stood in the middle of the bath shaking in shock and fear. Crying and shaking Evan barely moved to sit down without Wyatt helping him do it. All Evan could think was 'this is bad…why's it happening…this is bad…really, really bad.'

"Okay, lets get it all washed off of you okay? Let's just get it all off. Help me. Wash your skin and I'll do your hair. Wash it off Evan. Wash it off." Evan nodded at Wyatt dumbly and took the bar of soap offered and began scrubbing desperately at his skin.

Five minutes into the bath all the thick red substance was off of Evan but Evan was still scrubbing furiously at his skin. Wyatt eventually had to grab the soap away from Evan who burst into fresh tears and brought his knees up to his chest. Wyatt was panicked, it was serious. Stripping off his clothes Wyatt clambered into the bath besides Evan who was gripping his hair. Pulling Evan into his arms Wyatt spoke calmly and softly repeating his words over and over to the distraught raven haired man.

"It wasn't blood, it's not on you. It wasn't your fault, you saved them all, it wasn't your fault. It's all gone now, you're safe. Everyone's safe. It's not your fault. It wasn't blood." From experience Wyatt knew what was wrong. Even seeing a lot of blood on the floor or on other people had Evan in a state. Evan couldn't handle it, it was easy to know why. Everything seemed to come down to the final battle when it came to Evan being completely distraught like this.

It took Wyatt forty minutes to get Evan to calm down. Finally the two slowly got out of the bath and Wyatt quickly wrapped Evan up in the biggest towel available. The towel was the biggest Wyatt had even known though and the thick fluffy white towel made Evan look tiny compared to its size. Wyatt wrapped the towel tightly around Evan and carried his bundle to the bed where he placed Evan down gently and went to get his own towel. When he came back Wyatt saw Evan staring at him with wide and vulnerable emerald eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhmm." Evan hummed. "Wyatt…why'd it happen? It shouldn't happen. Hair dye just doesn't do that an'…and it was s-s-so red and…"

"Shh…I know it doesn't usually do that. It was probably just a reaction to the castles' magic that's all. Let's get you dried and dressed." Wyatt went to move away from the bed again but Evan grabbed his wrist almost desperately. Wyatt turned back and looked down at his smaller lover. Evan was always so vulnerable after those…flashbacks. Wyatt knew what Evan was going to ask even before Evan spoke. It was the same thing Evan always asked for.

"Make love to me…please?" Evan always used those exact same words, had the exact same eyes and the exact same lost and lonely expression on his face. Evan needed to be shown he was loved, purely and wholly.

"But you're still sore. You winced when you were sat down." Evan shook his head desperately.

"No I'm not…please…" Wyatt leaned over Evan and gently covered Evan's lips with his own in a very gentle and loving kiss. Evan silently wrapped his arms around Wyatt's shoulders and Wyatt slowly leaned Evan back down onto the bed. Just like every other time Wyatt would do as he was asked just because Evan obviously needed it to have asked so bluntly.

Here you go. I wonder what did that hmmm? see though, I told you in the last Chappy that Evan was acting wierd. Wonder what did that? Argh, now I'm hungry! Gotta go. REVIEW!

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