I don't any of the characters from charmed, or twilight.

Bella's POV

Do you know that feeling you get when everything is going right in you life. When you feel accomplished and strong. When the only thing that can bring you down is you, but you would never do that because you're too blissful to condemn yourself to a life of sorrow. Well that's the life I was living. I had friends, family, a job at a cafe where I made even more new friends. I was going back to school, Michael was paying even though I refused countless times. I didn't even know how I was going to pay, but of course Micheal had been around for thousands of years, he was bound to have house fulls of money. I was going to San Francisco State University, I wanted to become a historian. I know it sounds stupid, but witchcraft interested me a lot. And then I started studying further down into history I got hooked on it. So I decided to put my interests to use. Plus if that didn't work out I could always be a teacher, or a psychologist. The mind reading and empathy would come in handy with those jobs.

We all sat down to dinner, Piper and Leo were at opposite ends of the table. Michael sat next to me and Paige sat at my right. Phoebe sat across from Paige, and Shelia and Darryl sat across from me and Michael. Shelia complemented me a lot. I didn't understand why. I wasn't the most beautiful thing to look at, but I guess to them I was.

'Are you having fun dad. Or is this to normal for you?' I spoke to my father telepathically.

'No this isn't to normal. Dear, there are two mortals, a Whitlighter, three witches, and a God and Goddess. This is quite normal for me.'

I laughed. 'Well I'm barley getting used to it, don't show off.'

He laughed with me. 'How are your powers getting along dear?'

'Oh just fine. The whole weather this is a bit hard to keep under control, when I'm angry it just gets really hot. I cant stop it. I'm working on it though.'

He nodded and took a sip of his wine. 'And your wings?' He asked coolly.

I chocked on my chicken. 'I have wings?' I accidentally said out loud.

Everyone looked at me. 'What Bella?' Piper asked me.

'Um. I was just asking if you made wings?'

She looked at me questioningly. 'No Bella. You helped me with the food. Remember?'

Dammit. 'Oh right, silly me.'

Darryl looked at me. 'You're magical aren't you?'

My eyes bulged, but then I remembered Darryl knew about the girls secret. 'Yes. Yes I am.'

He stared at me and I heard my father sigh beside me. 'You told them.' He said to everyone in the room who weren't Shelia or Darryl.

'Dad of course they told him. There all friends.'

'Mortals aren't supposed to know about witches and Whitelighters.'

I stared at him, he was one to preach. 'And Gods aren't supposed to be with witches.'

He took a shaky deep breath. 'These are personal matters, not be discussed in front of others.'

I stood up, Michael stood up after me. 'If you'll excuse us.' I told them quickly before running out of the room and outside the door.

After a somewhat heated discussion on whether Darryl and Shelia should retain the memory of the Charmed Ones. I won the argument, logic, trust and honesty on my side.

We walked back into the house to see the sisters fighting a demon, they were struggling. The demons turned too face Michael and I, we looked at each other raised our hands and used our powers to kill the demons. I chose electricity, Michael chose fire. The creatures died in less than two seconds. Leo orbed back with Shelia and Darryl, one of them looked disappointing the other ones eyes were wide with fright.

'I'm impressed.' I said to Michael so low only he could hear me.

He bowed a little. 'Thank you dear.' I smiled and used my powers to clean up the shattered glass, wood and debris that lay in front of me. As the manor cleaned itself I ushered everyone back to the table. As we sat I waved my hand in front of me and picked up my fork.

I hated taking peoples memory away, I felt like I was taking precious moments of life away from them. But then again I did save a ton of awkwardness and tension.

The conversation started, with Darryl and Shelia forgetting about what just took place. I took a sip of wine, yes life was good. It was rich and deep. I had found who I was with a new father, a better a father who served as a dad, a leader and an adviser. I had new friends who were like sisters, sisters that I thought were amazing. And I had a friend, who also served as mentor as well. And everyday I learned more about myself, my powers, my family. Everyday I got closer to fulfilling the prophecy of bringing peace to the world. Everyday I grew from Edward. I still loved him, how couldn't I. But I didn't want him, or need him. And I knew there would come a day when I simply didn't love him or care about him. There would be a day where I was completely over him and the only thing he was to me would be a terrible memory. And the only thing I'd feel for him is regret, regret for ever loving him.

I watched from the corner of my eye as Michael examined the situation, there memory was altered, the house looked better than before the demons attacked, and I wasn't feeling tired.

'I'm impressed.' He whispered to me, mimicking what I said earlier.

I picked up my wine glass and raised it ever so slightly in the air. 'Thank you Dad.' I said my voice filled with wit. He raised his glass the same way I did. We touched the glasses together lightly, I brought the glass to my lips and savored the wines taste.

A small smile formed on my lips as I tried to mask the excitement in my voice, even if the voice was in my head, so I could ask him my next question. 'So, whats this about wings?'

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