Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or Harry Potter
Title: Turning Point
Summary: Where will Chris turn to when Wyatt is terrorizing? Can he find a place of safety? Chris-Centic, takes place in unchanged future.
--Chapter 1--
The blue orbs subsided, and revealed Chris. His usually neat brown hair was now messed up covered with dirt, his shirt covered with dark dried blood and dirt, and his jeans with several rips revealing wounds on his legs.
He moved forward staring around at the majestic castle not far from him. This was it, this was Hogwarts, the only place where he can think of that would be safe. He walked quickly following the road that led towards it, but it led to a gate. A locked one, just great. He looked around for a bell or something, but there wasn't one. He wondered how the students would get in.
He banged his hand on the gate, but no one answered. Suddenly he heard some sounds from behind him, he turned around. It sounded like wheels. Not knowing what to do he ran behind some bushes on the side of the gate.
The carriages arrived. A bunch of people got off, and the gates magically opened by itself. Chris stared. Judging from the way they were dressed, Chris assumed that they were students. The students walked passed the gates, laughing and chatting. Chris decided that he should follow them, what if the gate closes after the students went in. He slowly walked out from behind the bushes and followed the other students into the school.
Many of the students turned around to stare at Chris, making him feel really uncomfortable.
"Alright!" He heard a boy say, "Looks like we have a new caretaker."
Chris turned around to look at the boy, he was tall with blazing red hair, and he was looking straight at Chris, pointing his finger out at him.
Another boy, who looked exactly like the other boy, walked a little faster and stared at Chris, "Wow! He looks really young!" He exclaimed, "Could have mistaken him for a student, if it's not for what he's wearing. Bet He won't have much luck with us, huh Fred?"
"Right, George!" The other boy replied.
They started to speed up, and soon they blended in with the other students that were in front of them.
The walk to the castle was longer than Chris had expected. When he finally entered the school, he felt somewhat exhausted. Before he walked up the stairs he sat at the bottom of it to take a quick rest. The other students ran energetically up the stairs, some of them gave him weird stares as they passed him. Feeling a little uncomfortable, he pushed himself off the floor and slowly walked up the stairs.
After he got up the stairs, he found himself in a long hallway. He walked towards the door that he could see on the other side of the hallway. When he got within a few feet from the door, he stopped.
The room was huge, with four long tables, each of them filled with students, a lot of people. There were a bunch of little kids standing near the front of the room. An old, very witch-like looking women stood in front of the kids, holding up an old looking hat, seemingly talking to them, but Chris could not hear what she was saying.
Chris stepped back, suddenly he felt like he didn't belong. Deciding that this was not such a good idea, he hurried back down the stairs to the door of the castle.
However when he got there the door was locked.
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Chris didn't know how long he have been wandering around the castle but he definitely knows that it have been quite a while. At first there was a lot of sounds coming from a place that he cannot locate, he recognized it to be students chatting and giggling, but now everything was quiet. He can hear some of the portraits on the wall snoring. The castle was also getting darker. He had attempted to orb out of the castle, but found himself unable to. This, however was a good news, it showed that the castle is truly very protected, and a perfect place for him to be. He found that could orb in places within the castle, but after seeing the reaction of a cat that he accidentally orbed in front of, he concluded that people in this castle were probably not used to seeing orbs and it is probably not a good idea to orb right into a room where he knows that a lot of people were in.
Chris' sense of direction had never really been bad, he rarely ever got lost. Even in large buildings he could always get to places where he is trying to get to, but in this castle, things just don't seem to be at the right places. He tried to walk back to the room where all the students were after discovering that the door was locked, but found that he couldn't find it. He knows he didn't take a wrong turn, there wasn't even a turn to reach that room from the door, but the room was no where to be seen. After this long of wandering around the castle he came to the conclusion that either the rooms moved around or the stairs moved around.
Although not knowing where he was going, he continued to walk down the hallway.
"Hey! Where are you going?" a somewhat high pitch voice with a thick English accent said.
Chris turned around and saw the very witch like women that he saw from the giant room before.
"And Merlin's beard, what are you wearing? Young man, you are supposed to be in your dormitory. Which house do you belong in?" the women continued, with a frown that deepened the wrinkles on her face.
"Um…house?" Chris asked.
The women raised her eyebrows, "You are a student here, are you not?"
"I'm new!" Chris said quickly.
"New?" The women asked.
"I'm a transferred student." He replied.
"I see…why didn't you show up at the Beginning of the term feast?" She asked, "That is where we would sort you into your house."
"I got lost…" Chris answered truthfully.
"I see, it's a bit late, but I suppose I can take you to get sorted now, wouldn't be right for you to just sleep in the hallways tonight. Follow me." The women said leading him down the hallway.
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Chris entered a large room with the women. There was an old man sitting at a large desk in the center of the room, a large red bird descended on the side of the table, as Chris and the women proceeded inside the room. The bird stared at Chris, he stared back. Somehow, the bird was beautiful, though there were no particular features that can be pointed out to be significantly unique.
The old man looked up, "Ah, Professor McGonagall! What brings you here at this hour?" he ask in a light and friendly tone, but before the woman can answer, he turned to look at Chris and added, "What have we got here?"
"A transfer student, Headmaster." Professor McGonagall answered, "He got lost and miss his sorting, is it possible that he get sorted now?"
"A transfer student?" the Headmaster said, blankly, staring at Chris, "I did not receive any notice of having a transfer student this year."
"You didn't?" Professor McGonagall asked, sounding somewhat shocked as she turned to look at Chris.
Chris looked up at her nervously, but did not say anything. He feared he might say something wrong. He got the feeling that the two adults expected him to say something, for they just stayed silent and stared at him.
After a brief moment of silent, the headmaster turned his attention back to Professor McGonagall and said, "I shall take care of this, Minerva. I trust you need your rest, you have a busy day tomorrow."
Professor McGonagall nodded, and headed towards to exit of the room, adding a quick goodnight before disappearing from sight.
"Where are you from?" The headmaster asked, taking out a piece of parchment.
"From America." Chris answered.
The headmaster scribbled something down, "Interesting how the Americans dress," He said thoughtfully in a somewhat curious way as he eyed Chris taking in his appearance, "However, in Hogwarts, students wear robes."
Chris looked down at his clothing, then back up at the Headmaster and nodded.
The headmaster smiled and nodded, "My name is Albus Dumbledore, I am the headmaster, and you are?"
"Christopher Halliwell." Chris said, "but I prefer Chris."
"I don't suppose you purchased all the books you needed for this term."
"Uh...no...i...don't...actually have any...money..." Chris said, hesitantly, "So...."
"Hogwarts do have funds for students in need," Dumbledore said, "I don't suppose you have school robes either..."
"No." Chris said.
"Alright, well. The first thing we should do is get you sorted, and would you mind giving me the address of your parents or guardians so i can let them know you are here."
"My parents are dead and I don't have any guardians."
The headmaster paused for a brief second, seemingly taken aback, then asked, "How old are you?"
"I'm 15." He said.
The headmaster stared at him with an odd expression, "Then...don't you...?
Knowing what the headmaster was going to say, he quickly made up a lie, "I lived in an orphanage, but it closed up."
"And where is this orphanage?" the headmaster ask suspiciously.
"In America!" Chris said quickly, his voice cracking slightly.
"I see..." the old man said reluctantly. Deciding not to stress the young man about it anymore, he got up from his chair, walked over to the cupboard and took out the sorting hat and a set of school robes. "Sit down." He said pointing to a chair, not far from the cupboard.
Chris sat down on the chair, and the old man carefully placed the old hat he was on Chris' head. Chris' eyes widdened as the hat started to talk.
"Albus, how rare of you to make me sort someone this late." The hat said, sounding polite yet somewhat annoyed.
Detecting Chris' fear, Dumbledore said, "Don't worry, this is just a sorting hat, it will not do you any harm."
Chris nodded.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted, and Chris jumped.
"That was a quick one..." The headmaster said.
"Well, it is late!" The hat remarked as the headmaster removed it from Chris' head and placed it back in the cupboard.
"Well, here are your school robes." Dumbledore said, handing Chris a set of robes, "I suppose it is a little too lates to join your fellow classmates in the dormintories. I would suggest that you stay in the hostpital wing, your legs look like they need some tending to."
Chris nodded staring down at his legs.
"I will have Professor McGonagall pick you up from the hospital wing tommorrow morning." The headmaster continued, "Be sure to have your robes on."
Chris nodded again.
"Alright, now come along." The headmaster said, starting out of the room.
Chris hopped out of his chair and followed the old man to the hospital wing.
A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. I will be updating soon!