Disclaimer: so not in the mood to make a funny one, but you catch the drift nothing is mine.

Chapter Three

"We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams." Jeremy Irons

"Okay so just like Leo said, he is an upper level demon with control over memories, has been dormant for a couple of years, there's no known spell or potion to vanquish him though, so any ideas?" Phoebe said in an irritated voice. Just her luck, her husband finally had some time to spend with her, and she was spending it fussing over a demon.

"Not really, anyone else does?" asked Piper in a defeated voice.

The room full of young witches was silent, a most unusual thing around the Manor.

Chris Halliwell watched the scene with mild interest, he had infact encountered the demon Mesmero before, his other self had actually. The encounter was an interesting one to say the least; he had actually convinced the Mesmero from the other timeline to join the resistance. Wyatt's rein then not only debilitated witches and good magic. His evil extended to the point that even demon weren't that fond of him anymore.

He knew exactly how to vanquish him yet was reluctant to share the information with his family. On one hand if he did tell them they might demand to know how that information was available to him, and it's not like he could just blurt out the fact that he happened to be familiar with that subject thanks to the memories of his alternative self.

On the other hand he has witnessed first hand how hazardous Mesmero can be and the thought of any of his family in danger wasn't very appealing.

He took a look around the attic and decided that he had to do something.

"Maybe you should check the library in magic school, there's bound to be something worthwhile there." He suggested.

His suggestion startled the people present from their thoughts. Chris was never one to add an input in a magical issue, he never seemed to be keen about magic and witchcraft in general, and would usually prefer spending his time working on his computer or reading a good book while his cousins were out demon hunting.

"Eh, yeah sure, Wyatt why don't you and the twins go check it out?" Leo suggested.

"Okay, let's go guys." Wyatt motioned to Paige's twins to follow him and then immediately orbed out.

"I need to go, I have a meeting with one of my student's parents, I'll be back soon." And with that Paige orbed out.

"Well seeing that I'm not needed here, I think I'll go catch up with my husband, you guys coming?" Phoebe asked her two daughters.

"I think we'll hang around here for a while." Answered Patty her eldest.

"Okay then, bye" Phoebe said heading downstairs.

"I'll go finish my homework." Said Chris and headed downstairs as well.

"What have we got here?" Asked Chris sarcasm dripping from every letter. "Haven't seen you around here before." He added.

He was gazing at a demon that coincidently didn't look like a demon at all, that if you ignore the red on black eyes and slightly bulging forehead. He was quite handsome actually with a well muscled body and disheveled hair.

"I would assume so, oh but I have indeed heard of you witch, you lord Wyatt's stray brother, the one he's been raising havoc trying to find, don't know why the trouble though, you don't seem to deserve the effort." Said the demon with an icy tone.

"Been telling him that for years, but what can you do he's a Halliwell after all, so damn stubborn." Retorted Chris.

"I see, so you won't mind if I take you to him now would you?, I'd be saving him the trouble after all,"

"Ah I had the feeling we were going to hit this little snag, see I have no intention of ever going back to him, and if you are going to try taking me well let's just say I had the pleasure of meeting you."

And with that the fighting began.

Chris woke up covered in sweat and in need of air; nothing surprising there. It was seven in the afternoon and he had just woken up from a nap.

He headed down stairs and was met with a very disgruntled Wyatt, apparently the library visit did him no good but cost him three hours worth of research.

"So what do we do now?" he asked not expecting an answer.

"We do what we always do, try something else and kick some demon's butt. It always worked well before," Was Piper's brisk answer.

"Any ideas on how we can do that?" He retorted with an eye roll

"I'm working on it"

"Hey Wyatt, I've been thinking, if the demon actually gets to you, what would your worst memory be?" Payton, one of the twins asked.

"Ah, I don't know, never actually thought about, I think it might be the time on Chris's fourteenth birthday when mom nearly....ah you know… died."

"Yeah that was a tough one; thank God Uncle Leo was there to heal her. How about you Chris, what would be your worst memory?"

Chris actually snorted a bit at that but answered nonetheless," Well darn that's a tough one, well it could be the time I walked in on mom and dad making out, horrifying," He said with a dramatic shudder.

"Ha ha very funny young man, now eat your dinner already," Piper snapped playfully and added another spoonful of stew to his plate.

"Well you have to admit it was a pretty traumatizing," He added

"Just glad it's you and not me bro," Commented Wyatt gleefully.

AN

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