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 3--

They arrived at the Common Room. Chris turned back looking at the portrait hole. He would not have found this room if Harry haven't brought him.

"Harry!" Two red hair boy shouted excitedly as Harry entered. They walked over to him.

"Guess what? Guess what?" The boys said excitedly.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Hey!" One of the boys said pointing at Chris, "He is a student!"

"Oh!" The other one said, "I knew it was too good to be true."

Chris stared at them. Memories of the previous night flashed back to him. These were the two boys he saw when he was walking into Hogwarts.

"Hi." He said softly, but loud enough for them to hear him.

"You know him?" Harry asked them.

"No, we saw him last night. We thought he was a new caretaker!" One of the boys answered.

Harry stared at them blankly.

"Oh! You would have thought that too if you saw what he was wearing." The other boy said.

"We were so depressed when we got into the castle and saw Filch." The other one said.

Chris gave them a weak smile.

"They're Ron's brothers." Harry said to Chris, "They're twins."

"Allow us to introduce..." One of them started.

"I'm Forge, and this is my brother Gred." The other one finished

Harry rolled his eyes.

"And you are?" They asked together.

"Chris."

"Their real names are Fred and George." Harry informed Chris.

"Aw, Harry..." The twins said together.

"So, you were saying?" Harry asked the twins.

"Oh!" George said, "Angelina's our new captain."

"She wants us to tell you that, she wants to start practicing as soon as possible." Fred said.

"She's even worst than Wood, there's going to be tryouts for Keeper on Thursday she wants the whole team to be there." George said.

"I can't, I have detention with Umbridge this whole week." Harry told them.

"Oh well, good luck." The twins said together, as they turned and left.

There was an awkward silence after the twins left. Then suddenly Harry asked, "What were you wearing?"

Chris thought for a bit, then answered, "Regular clothing, just got kind of messed up when i was coming here."

"You never did tell us how you got here." Harry stated, it came out wrong, he meant for it to be a question.

"I...I flew." He stammer, this isn't a complete lie, orbing is kind of like flying.

"On a broomstick?" Harry asked.

"Uh...yah..." Chris said.

"Do you fly well?" Harry asked.

"I guess..."

"Then, you should try out for the quidditch team. We need a keeper."

"That's the team that you're in?"

"Yes"

"Nah, i don't really play."

In truth, Chris had no idea what quidditch was, but he figured it had something to do with flying. Since he claimed he flew here, he decided that the lie would be more effective if he knew what quidditch was.

"I'm kind of tired," Chris said.

"Oh!" Harry said, "This way."

Harry led Chris into the boy's dorm and showed him to an empty bed. Chris nodded and climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets over himself.

"Good night," He said.

"Good night," Harry said, leaving the dorm and going back into the common room.

Harry sat down at one of the tables, and started on his essay for Potions. Hermione and Ron joined him a couple minutes later.

"Where's Chris?" Ron asked.

"He went to bed already." Harry answered.

"What happened to your hand?" Hermione said pointing to Harry's left hand.

Harry looked down and tried to cover it with his sleeve. Ron and Hermione frowned at him.

"Oh alright! It was Umbridge." Harry said.

"I thought you said she was making you write lines." Hermione said angrily.

"She was technically." He said, "Just..."

"Just carving words on your hand!" Hermione interrupted.

"It's no big deal," Harry said, dismissively.

"No big deal?" Hermione exclaimed, "This is torture! You should go to Dumbledore!"

"I think she's right," Ron said.

"No, it's fine really." Harry said, "Listen, something really weird happened in detention."

"What?" Ron and Hermione asked.

"When Umbridge looked at me, my scar hurt." Harry said.

"You think she has something to do with, you know who?" Ron asked.

"I don't know..." Hermione said, "She might be a horrible, but I don't think she's evil. She works for the ministry."

"Yeah, but so does Malfoy's father, he's a death eater." Ron said.

"Maybe you should write to Sirius about this, Harry, or go to Dumbledore." Hermione said.

"Maybe your right." He said stretching his arms up in the air and yawned. "But I think I'm going to go to bed now."

He got up and headed towards the boy's dorm. He heard Ron telling Hermione that he was going to bed too, then felt Ron catch up to him.

"Got any work done?" Ron asked him.

"Started." Harry answered.

"We're screwed." Ron said, shaking his head.

They reached the top of the staircase, and headed to their beds. The other boys that also slept here were not in yet. This was pretty rare, usually Harry and Ron were always the last ones in. He heard movement on the bed behind him, he turned and saw Chris, moving around in his sleep. In a couple of minutes he saw Ron had dozed off too. He lied down on his bed and in a few minutes he fell asleep too.

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Harry woke up earlier. He had a weird dream about falling off of his broomstick, and landing on the whopping willow. He shook his head to wake himself up. He climbed out of his bed. He decided to go to the Great Hall earlier to maybe write a letter to Sirius. As he was about to leave the boy's dorm , he noticed that Chris' bed was empty. He spotted him on the floor, his bed sheets wrapped around him. He heard a moan escape from Chris' lips and felt that something was not right. He quietly walked over to him and bent down beside him. Chris's face was really sweaty and he was shaking slightly. Harry grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

"Chris?" He said softly, "Chris, wake up."

Chris wince and Harry shook him harder.

Chris is lying on the floor in the old sanctuary. John standing above him holding a small knife that was covered in blood, Chris' blood. Chris could see his blood dripping on the floor from the knife.

"You coward!" John hissed, "How dare you turn your back on everyone!"

Chris sees his father walk up beside John, glaring down at him, "You are a disgrace!" He screamed, kicking Chris in the ribs.

Chris screamed. He sees Wyatt's face emerging from behind John and Leo. He was laughing, an evil laugh that sends chills down your back.

"Chris?" He heard a voice say, "Chris, wake up."

He felt someone shaking his shoulder, harder and harder.

Then the scene infront of him turned black.

"Chris?" A voice said again, sounding worried.

He slid his eye lids back, and rolled onto his back. He sees Harry staring down at him.

"You okay?" Harry asked.

Chris blinked, "Uh...yeah!" He pushed himself into sitting position. He looked around him, everyone was still asleep. Except Harry. "Did I wake you up?"

"No," Harry answered, staring at Chris weirdly as he shook his head to wake himself up, just as Harry did before, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Uh, yah..." Chris said, pulling the bed sheets off of him and standing up. He put his bedsheets on his bed and sat down. There's an awkward silence.

Harry wondered curiously about what Chris was dreaming about, but judging from the way Chris was lying on the floor, sweating and shaking, he was sure it wasn't a pleasant dream. He wanted to ask Chris about it, but felt that it might be a little private. He never did like sharing his dreams either.

"I'm going to go eat breakfast," Harry said awkwardly, heading for the door.

Chris nodded. As Harry left, he could see Chris lying down on his bed again.

Chris felt quite embarrassed, why can't he stay on the bed when he sleeps...? He threw the sheets over himself. Still feeling tired he closed his eyes to rest again, but for some odd reason he couldn't sleep. I pulled the sheets off and decided to take an early breakfast.

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Chris found the the big room or as everyone else calls it "The Great Hall", without any problems. He felt slightly lost when he didn't see Harry there. He wished he had woken Ron up and had him come to the Great Hall with him. He felt uncomfortable being alone in a castle this big. He walked up to a place at the Gryffindor table that he think might be close to where him and Ron sat and sat down. The room seemed even bigger when it's empty like this. He looked up at the staff table, only a few teachers were at the table. One of them was Professor McGonagall. She was talking to Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, and another Professor with bushy hair and round glasses. Chris couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell that they were not saying good stuff about the subject they were discussing.

He grabbed a bagel from one of the dishes in front of him and started eating. After he finished his bagel, he filled his dish up with eggs, some bacon and some pancakes. He stared at his dish. He have automatically arranged the food the way his mother used to. He smiled sadly as he thought about her. He really miss her. He remembered how perfect his life used to be. How the hell did his life get screwed so much? He wished that there was something he could do to turn it back to the way it was before his 14th birthday, when he still had a big brother and a perfect mother. He felt helpless thinking that there was nothing he could do, nothing at all. Now all he wants is to be safe, and away from everything that would remind him that the brother he loved is in someway gone, like his mother. He doesn't want to deal with it.

"Hey, Chris." Harry said, sitting down next to him, seemingly in a good mood. "Thought you went back to sleep."

"I couldn't sleep." Chris said simply.

"Are you crying again?" Harry asked, as Chris stared at him surprised, then reached up and wiped the small trail of tears from his face, He didn't even realize he was crying, "Do you seriously love the food that much?"

"They...remind me of my mum's," Chris said, voice cracking slightly.

"Oh..." Harry said softly, "Is your mom a good cook?"

"Yeah..." Chris said, "She was, she was the best."

"Was?" Harry asked curiously, though he regretted it immediately after. He could see Chris' bright green eyes water up.

Chris simply nodded.

Harry nodded also, not sure what to say. He began to eat his breakfast, straining to come up with some interesting topic to talk to Chris about. He found that Chris was not really the most loquacious person, he doesn't really talk to you, unless you talk to him first.

"I'm sorry." Harry said, after a while, Chris stared at him, "About your Mum." Harry added.

Chris nodded.

"My mom is dead too," Harry said, before he could stop himself, "I...I...know how you feel, I think."

Chris nodded again.

"How was your mom like?" Chris asked, suddenly.

Harry stared at Chris weirdly, he always assumed that everyone knows that his mother died before he got to know her. "I don't know, I never knew her. She died while i was a baby, actually both of my parents did. I heard that they were good people though."

"I'm sorry..." Chris said, looking at Harry, and for the first time he saw on Harry's forehead was a thin lightning scar.

"I wish I knew them." Harry added, "I'm sure they would have been amazing parents"

"How did you get that scar?" Chris asked, pointing to Harry's forehead.

Harry stared at Chris. Did he seriously not know or was he just messing with him? He waited a few minutes before answering to see if Chris would suddenly say "Oh! You're Harry Potter!", like how some people did in his first year at Hogwarts. But seeing as Chris didn't he slowly answered, "Voldemort gave this scar to me the night he killed my parents."

"Oh..." Chris said. He paused for a second, processing this information, then turned back to Harry and said, "I've been wondering, who is this Voldemort? Everyone seems kind of scared about him."

Harry stared at him oddly, is this guy for real?

A/N: Thanks for reading, I'll update as soon as I can. I hope the story gets better.