I feel I should add that I still don't ship anything except canon ships. Sooo... no Chris/Harry, except as good friends.

If you want to see it that way, fine, but that's not what I had in mind when writing this.

Hope you enjoy!

Charmed Season - Post finale

Character(s) - Chris

Harry Potter - set during the ending portion of Goblet of Fire

Character(s) - Harry, Voldemort, dead!Cedric, unnamed Death Eaters, probably Malfoy

Disclaimer - I own nothing, except perhaps my dignity (wait, nope, don't own that either)

Whatever Chris expected to see after following the connection, the tread of pain and magical protection, the scene before him isn't it.

A disgusting, white man – and Chris doesn't mean Caucasian, he means friggin' snow white, like the color of those creepy blind fish that live in caves – is laughing as he chases a kid, a stick (wand) in his hand.

Green light blares and flashes as spell after spell careens through the air, mostly hitting...graves.

Chris is standing in a graveyard. Great. Cause nothing bad ever happens in places like these.

Creepy white dude has buddies that circle him silently, seemingly content to watch him chase the dark-haired boy.

And oh.

Off to the side, lying on the ground like fast food litter, there's another kid.

A dead one.

If Chris lets it in, there's a sea of fear and pain and fury being pushed at him from Harry's side of their connection, threatening to overwhelm them both.

Chris doesn't let it in.

Instead, he brings a hand up and jerks it to the side, telekenetically tripping one of the ominously robed guys to the ground. The man hits it, hard, and goes unconscious.

The others glance around in confusion, muttering to themselves. There are more of those funny twigs in their hands, because for some reason that is the trade off for being able to (freely) use magic for personal gain; they have to channel their magic through little bitty wands.

There are no such restrictions on Chris. He's really more of a hands-on kind of guy.

Two more jerks bring a pair of robes crashing into each other, one of whose defensive spell hits another robe.

All hell is breaking loose. They are beginning to lose their circle formation, and do not seem to see him a good fifty feet away next to a rather tall grave.

"Teach you to mess with my charge." Chris mutters, flipping a blond man head first into a tombstone.

But while he's been taking care of the lackeys, white boss man has confronted Harry.

The two figures are stuck, both pointing wands at each other, powerful, multicolored magic streaming between them.

"Oh crap," Chris says, dropping his hands. "That doesn't look good."

Admittedly, Chris knows little of wizard magic – he'd gotten some magical education at Magic School after regular high school, and they covered wizards in like one small chapter – but there's this bead in the middle of their streams, and it's inching towards Harry's side, and that looks pretty universally bad.

Then something weird and wandy happens. Harry sort of pushes the bead back towards Evil Villain dude. Light, ethereal forms seem to emerge from the stream of magic, and they seem to talk to Harry and the other figure.

Chris can't hear them, as he's fifty feet away, but their words seem to shock Harry. The boy is sweating and shaking and scared and Chris doesn't know what will happen when that golden thread breaks but he should do something soon or -

Suddenly the tomb in front of Chris explodes.

"What the hell?!" He yells, already ducking and moving. The robes have finally spotted him, it seems, and they look kind of angry.

He orbs out and away to throw them off, but it doesn't work as well as he'd like as it's night time and his movements are completely lit up with glowing blue light.

A split-second decision is made. Chris looks at the fifteen or more enemies he and Harry face, and he knows that neither of them would come out of this battle unscathed.

Ducking behind another tombstone, Chris hears familiar words pour from his mouth, almost like a prayer.

"Let the Object of Objection Become but a Dream As I cause the Seen to be Unseen!"

Fifteen or more enemies look extremely confused as they appear to be swarmed by blue lights and orbed somewhere far away.

"Nailed it." Chris breathes to himself, heart still pumping from his desperate (manly) fleeing.

He can only hope they don't have magical means of returning very soon.

Standing up, he brushes broken pieces of tombstone and dirt off his clothes, and walks towards an in-shock Harry, mindful to hold his hands to the side to demonstrate his unwillingness to hurt.

"Hey, Harry. You remember who I am, right? Chris Halliwell?" Chris doesn't pause for an answer, as it's unlikely he'd get one. "Yeah, sorry I'm a bit late. I was..."

What, walking home from school? While Harry was facing a life-and-death-situation? There is almost nothing in the world that would be as important as saving Harry.

"Anyway," He continues unsmoothly, "We should probably get you home, right? Before those people come back. Uh, I could orb you...if that's okay, I mean?"

Harry can't stop staring at his wand and at the dark, empty field around the two of them. It's weirding Chris out.

"Cedric," Harry croaks abruptly, face pale. Blood drips down the boy's arm and leg, and Chris wishes suddenly he hadn't lied about knowing how to heal – Chris wishes he could make those wounds, at least, go away.

"Cedric...we..." Harry clears his throat and points, hand trembling, to something twenty odd feet away. "We have to take him with us."

Chris realizes very late that Cedric is the dead kid. He also realizes that as much as his charge needs him right now, the magic school he goes to doesn't.

Oh, oh man.

If Chris randomly shows up with a shaken Harry and a dead student, no teacher is gonna thank him.

There will be questions and accusations. There will be queries he can't really answer.

So, hating himself a little in the process, Chris asks,

"Harry. How did you get here?"

He can't have orbed or Appart-somethinged – he's too young for the latter. Chris is pretty sure. Okay, not sure at all, but it must not be a stupid question because Harry blinks, then gestures to a shape on the ground.

"'s a portkey." Harry adds belatedly, like that means something.

It looks like...a trophy? Shrugging, Chris walks over, picks it up with his sleeve (better safe than sorry with magical items, he's learned) and sets in within reach of Harry.

Then, feeling very strange and almost guilty, like he is doing something wrong, he orbs dead kid's body over.

It's...weird. It freaks Chris out inside, to be so close to a deceased person. And not only is Cedric dead, but he's young – it looks that much more unnatural.

For all that, the kid doesn't appear scared or anything. Cedric's eyes are wide, his mouth barely parted, like he'd been just the slightest bit surprised when he was killed. He looks like he's unconscious, eyes open.

Blinking, Chris remembers where he is and looks over to Harry, who seems just as lost at the sight of the dead body.

This was his friend. This murdered kid was Harry's –

Chris swallows his emotions and goes over to crouch in front of the now-seated Harry.

"Harry. You need to go back and tell your teachers about this."

Harry's eyes sharpen slightly.

"You uh, don't need to mention me. But you gotta talk to someone you trust about this. It's important. Tell them everything – about the people that wanted you dead, about – about Cedric. Everything. I'll...I'll find you later, okay? I promise."

Finally, Harry meets his gaze. He nods, once, and reaches a reluctant hand to grab Cedric's wrist. Then he touches the trophy, and both kids are yanked away from the graveyard.

A/N: I didn't want to mess up the ending of Goblet of Fire too badly, so this is what happened. Sorry if that's disappointing!

And don't worry, Chris is going to be very angsty and guilt-ridden for not being there when his charge needed him.

Thanks for reading and/or reviewing! Hope you enjoyed! One more chapter of this particular universe to go! :D