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 2--
Chris rolled around on the bed, hugging the white sheets tightly around him. He slowly opened his eyes. It was morning, he can see the sun rising from behind the great mountains. He sat up on his bed staring at the beautiful view. Hogwarts was a beautiful place. Chris wonders how a place could have such beautiful scenery and have such strong protection at the same time. Suddenly, he felt kind of sorry for the people still in sanctuary. He knew that they relocated after the attack, but he knows for sure that no matter where they are now, they won't have a place as beautiful or safe as it is here. He sighed, feeling guilty that he was here, technically hiding and doing nothing to stop Wyatt, who is probably more killing innocents right now. But there's nothing wrong with what he was doing, right?
He heard the door of the hospital wing office open. He turned to look, it was Madam Promfrey. She strode over to him and pulled the sheets off of his legs. He stared at her almost shocked at what she was doing. Most doctors would at least say something before they do that, people in this place are just not the same. She pushed his pants up and examined his legs.
"I suppose you are well enough to go to your classes." Madam Promfrey said sternly after a while, "But i suggest that you come back here at the end of the day. I don't suppose boys like you can keep your wounds clean."
"Um, okay." Chris said, as Madam Promfrey returned to her office. Deciding he wanted a little more sleep, he lied back down on the bed, but before he could drift off, Professor McGonagall came in.
"C'mon boy! We don't have all day! Put on your robes!" She said, sounding irritated.
Chris climbed out of bed, pulled the white curtains that hung over the top of the bed shut, and quickly changed.
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Professor McGonagall led Chris down a long hallway. Chris was quite surprised at how fast she walked for her age, he actually had to run a couple steps to keep up with her. They reached a huge room, the same one as last night, though it looked really different. Chris stared up strangely at the ceiling, clouds were floating around and he could see the sun emerging from behind one of the clouds. Then suddenly he felt like he walked into a cold shower.
"Ack. The hell was that?" He said loudly as Professor McGonagall stopped and turned to look at him.
"Oh I'm sorry, son. Didn't see you there." Chris heard a voice say.
He turned around saw a ghost.
"Didn't mean to walk into you." The ghost said, with a friendly smile.
"It's okay..." Chris said hesitantly, "My fault, actually."
This was the first time he walked through a ghost, the ghost of his late relatives were always quite solid. He always wondered how it felt like to walk through a ghost, but now he wished he never knew, the feeling was most unpleasant, although it might be good on a hot summer day.
"I've never seen you around before." The ghost said, "I'm Sir Nicolas, and you are?"
Chris was about to answer, but Professor McGonagall interrupted, "He is a transfer student, who is late for breakfast, so if you don't mind he will be going now."
"Oh, of course, see you around." The ghost said waving to Chris as he floated into a nearby wall.
Chris stared, wondering how it feels to go through a wall.
"C'mon, Mr. Halliwell." Professor McGonagall said, grabbing Chris by the arm and pulling him over to one of the long tables. "This is the Gryffindor table. It is where you will be sitting for breakfast, lunch and dinner."
Chris nodded, staring at the other students sitting at the table. He stared at the food on the table. There were bagels, eggs, ham, bacon, you name it. Suddenly he felt hungry and wanted to sit down and eat.
"Ah! Weasley!" Professor McGonagall said loudly dragging Chris over to a boy with blazing red hair and pushing him down on the bench next to the red hair boy. "Sit here, Mr. Halliwell."
Chris pulled his arm off of the Professor's grip, and adjusted himself in his seat. He looked to the boy next to him. The red hair boy stared at him with curiosity, then turned and caught eyes with a boy with dark black hair and glasses and a girl with bushy brown hair and a newspaper in her hand.
"This is a new student, Mr. Weasley. Would you mind bringing him to his classes?" Professor McGonagall said.
"Uh, sure. No problem." The red hair boy said.
"Excellent." Professor McGonagall said, sounding somewhat relieved. "His schedule is the same as your schedule, thank you."
She turned and walked up to the staff table. Chris stared at her as she left, suddenly he wished that she would stay. He felt slightly abandoned as Professor McGonagall left to join the other staffs at the staff table.
"Uh..." The red hair boy said, catching Chris' attention, "I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."
"Chris Halliwell." Chris said, turning to face the table and the food in front of him. He stared greedily at the food, and wondered, does he just take it? If he eats it, will they charge him. The food all looks so good. His stomach began to growl, and he bit his lips to prevent himself from drooling.
Ron stared at Chris, "You hungry?" He asked.
"Starving." Chris said softly.
Ron turned and stared at the black hair boy sitting across from him. The boy shrugged. Ron turned back to Chris and said, "Then eat something. Class will be starting soon."
Chris stared at Ron, "Is it free?" He asked, trying not to sound stupid.
Ron laughed, "Of course it is, go on!" He grabbed a bagel and placed it on Chris' plate.
Chris grinned, slightly embarrassed, as he grabbed the bagel and jammed it into his mouth. He finished it in matters of seconds, and could have burst into tears. It tasted so good, better than anything he had tasted in a very long time. He can feel Ron and his friends staring at him, with a somewhat weird expression as he grabbed another bagel and started eating it. He felt tears sliding down his face as he went on to his third bagel. The black hair boy from across the table was staring at him, with a concerned expression. He turned away, feeling embarrassed as he wiped the tears from his face.
"You okay?" The black hair boy asked, sounding very concerned.
"Yeah," Chris choked out as he stuffed the forth bagel into his mouth. From the corner of his eyes he sees Ron pouring orange juice into a cup. The bushy hair girl placed her newspaper down, and stared at him.
"Slow down." Ron said, handing him a cup of orange juice. Chris took the cup gratefully and drank it.
He exhaled deeply, and said, "Sorry, didn't eat last night."
"No reason to choke yourself," Ron said.
Chris smiled weakly.
"How did you get to Hogwarts? I didn't see you on the train." The bushy hair girl asked suddenly.
"There are a lot of other ways to get to Hogwarts." He answered.
"Tell me about it..." Ron and the other boy said together.
The bushy hair girl rolled her eyes at the two boys. Ron started going off about how him the black haired boy, Harry once came to Hogwarts in an enchanted flying car.
"I suppose the car is still in the forbidden forest somewhere." Ron finished.
"Why exactly is the forest forbidden?" Chris asked curiously.
"There are loads of weird creatures in there, you'll never know what you'd find. Giant spiders almost ate us! But we got away, of course. " Ron answered, sounding slightly boastful at the end.
"Are there demons in the forest?" Chris asked.
"Demons?" Ron said, looking puzzled, "Like what?"
"Like...monsters...like..." Chris hesitated.
"There are Centaurs and Unicorns in the forest too. It's not all bad." Ron said, misinterpreting Chris' hesitation for fear, "Some creatures in there are very good, and we won't really go in to the forest much, unless it's for class or something."
Chris nodded.
"We should get to class," The bushy hair girl said, "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way."
Chris nodded again, as she got up from her table and started to head towards the door. She nagged her two friends to hurry.
"Is she always, naggy?" Chris asked the black hair boy.
"Only when it comes to classes." He replied, "What was your name again?"
"Chris," He answered, "Harry, right?"
Harry nodded.
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They all sat down at a desks in a classroom. Ron sat next to Harry, so Chris sat in front of them, next to Hermione. A somewhat short teacher entered the room. She was wearing stocking pink, and had the large smile on her face. Not really a nice smile, more like an "I'm in charge" smile.
"Good morning, class. I'm Professor Umbridge." She said, in an overly exaggerated friendly tone. She got to the front of the room and waved her wands. Books from her table shot up and float above the students heads. Then a book landed softly on the table in front of each student.
"Turn you page 1 of your books." She said.
Chris opened his books and stared. The words on the pages were quite small, and the pages were quite long. That means a lot of reading. A groan escaped from his lips unintentionally, causing Hermione to turn and look at him. Then her hands shot in the air. The whole class stared at her.
"Yes, Ms..." Professor Umbridge said, pausing to stare at her.
"Granger," Hermoine said quickly bring her hand down. "There's nothing in here about using defensive spells."
"Using spells?!" The professor laughed, "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom. You'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way."
"What uses that?" Harry piped up from behind Chris, "If we're going to be attacked it won't be risk-free."
Professor Umbridge turned away from her students and started walking towards the front of the room, "Students will raise their hands when the speak in my class."
Chris turned around and stared at Harry and Ron, he saw them looked at each other.
Professor Umbridge turned back to face the class and said, "I'm sure studying this book will be enough to get you students pass your examinations, which after all is what school is all about."
"This class is suppose to prepare us for what's out there." Harry said, sounding quite angry.
"There's nothing out there!" Professor Umbridge said loudly, "Who do you imagine would want to attack children?"
"I don't know." Harry said sarcastically, "Maybe Lord Voldemort."
The class turned silent, Chris can hear several gasp from some students. He turned to look at Harry, confused. Who was Lord Voldemort?
"Let me make this quite plain." Professor Umbridge said walking forward, "You have been told the that a certain dark wizard has returned, this is a lie."
"It is not a lie!" Harry said angrily, "I saw him I fought him!"
"Enough!" Professor Umbridge said loudly, her smile sliding off her face as she walked towards the front of the room again.
"So," Harry said, "According to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead on his own accord."
Professor Umbridge turned and looked at Harry, a fake sorrowful look crept up to her face as she said, "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident."
"It was not, it was murder, i was there!" Harry said loudly.
"Detention! Mr. Potter." Professor Umbridge said loudly practically screaming, "In my office." She continued adding an annoying girlish laugh at the end of her sentence.
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"Can you believe she's not letting us use magic?" Hermione moan, "Totally pathetic, how are we going to pass our O. without practicing magic?"
"She's horrible!" Ron exclaimed, grabbing some food from the table, "Glad the day is over really, can you believe how much homework we got already?"
"Of course, Ron." Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's O.W.L year, we're bound to have loads of work."
Chris continued eating listening half-heartedly to Ron and Hermione's conversation. Most of the classes here were somewhat confusing. The only class he was okay at was Potions. Unlike the other students, he did not mind not using any magic in Defense Against the Dark Arts, that only means that he won't have to embarrass himself. He never used a wand before, and was pretty sure that he would wave it and nothing would happen. He wouldn't even have a wand if Professor McGonagall didn't give him one in transfiguration.
Suddenly Harry walked in and sat next to Hermione, looking a little pale. Chris had gathered from his previous Defense against the dark arts class, that Harry had fought some dark wizard. He stared at Harry.
"How was detention?" Hermione asked.
"Okay," Harry said, Chris could tell that he didn't mean it at all.
"What did she make you do?" Ron asked curiously.
"Write lines," Harry said.
"Well, good thing it's just lines." Ron said.
Harry nodded weakly, and poured himself a cup of pumpkin juice. He quickly finished it and got up from his seat.
"You're not going to eat?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not hungry." Harry replied. Hermione and Ron stared at each other. Chris stared at Harry, shocked. How could anyone be not hungry with all these delicious food on the table. "I think I'm going to go up to the Common Room and start with my homework."
"I'll come with you!" Chris said, sticking the last bits of food in his mouth. They all turned to look at Chris, looking surprised, they have forgotten that he was there.
"Alright..." Harry said as he started towards the door. Chris quickly followed him.
A/N: The end...not really exciting yet, I know...it'll get better...I hope...