They stood, staring at each other and taking in their mutual resemblance. Henry and Harrison could be twins, the only thing differentiating them being Harrison's graying hair and the difference in their eyes. While they both had the same shaped eyes, Henry's were hazel and his father's blue.
"Would you like to come in," Paige invited the other man and took his jacket once he crossed the threshold. "Why don't we go to the kitchen and I'll make you some coffee; you can talk away from prying ears."
Leading them to the kitchen, Paige could feel the tension rolling off the two men. This was going to make for an interesting evening.
"So, guardians," Paige began, "what kinds of things do you guard?"
Harrison turned to the youngest charmed one and glance back at the son he couldn't stop staring at. "We guard people who have unknowingly stumbled upon magical situations, possessions that hold special powers or significant meaning. We're more like bodyguards especially imbued with powers to more efficiently do our jobs."
"And you were supposed to guard my mother," Henry asked.
"Yes," Harrison confirmed, a sad expression lingering on his face. "One of the council members, a wise oracle, foresaw Greer delivering something to the charmed ones which put her in danger. I was assigned to her to keep her from meeting any harm before she made her delivery."
"And you fell in love with her?" Henry eyes were trained on his father's, trying to understand how things had gone so badly. In another world he might have been raised by his biological parents or had siblings even.
"Yes. Greer was only twenty; I was twenty eight. She was terrified of how I would react and what her parents would have done. She still had no idea of how I had come into her life. Greer decided to give you up for adoption because an unwed mother was still damnable in that day and age. I had nothing of hers to track her with and it was years before I found her again."
"And that's when she was killed," Paige said. "Did you ever find out what demon it was that killed her?"
"No. Whoever it was is well insulated by the demonic hierarchy."
"Would you recognize them if you saw them," Henry asked.
"I would never forget that face," Harrison responded. "Why?"
"You should come upstairs," Paige told him.
"What is this," Harrison asked and watched Paige open the thick book.
The family had decided to go out for the time being and give Paige and Henry some alone time with Harrison. Piper took Billie back to her place for a potions lesson and Phoebe went back to work, while Prue and Andy took Wyatt and Chris to the park.
"This," Paige explained, "is our family Book of Shadows. All of the witches in our family have added to it over the past three hundred years, and it has entries on hundreds of demons, possibly the one that killed Greer, too."
"So you want me to try and identify him."
"If you can find him then Paige and her sisters can interrogate him and find out what it was that was so important he had to kill Greer over it," Henry told the older man. "You might finally be able to finish your assignment."
"And," Paige added, "you can teach Henry about his powers. What are his powers, by the way?"
"Where should I begin," Harrison asked.
The next day, the sisters sat around Prue's dining room table with Wyatt, Chris, Melinda and Pearl seated in high chairs and making messes out of their lunches.
"So what are Henry's powers," Prue asked while scooping a spoon into Chris's mouth. The little boy had beautiful red hair and his eyes had started to turn green.
"Well, according to Harrison, Henry's powers are similar to a whitelighters. They can track their charges, though they usually need an object of theirs, and can travel in between molecules in super speed that's so fast they don't even leave a blur. It looks like they literally appear from thin air; no warning like with orbing and shimmering, but unlike blinking. It king of looks as if a rip is made in the air and they just step through. Plus, they can stay invisible once they arrive in case they want to check out the situation first. But, once they're done with an assignment they no longer work with the charge. There's supposed to be super strong and have a kind of intuition in battle but I don't know how that works."
"Sounds pretty amazing," Phoebe said. "Maybe Henry's guardian side will cancel out the whitelighter side and your kids won't be pacifists."
"Have you met Paige," Piper asked. "I don't think there was anyway her kids were ending up as pacifists, anyway."
"Real nice, Piper," Paige said. "Let's just hope Mel takes after her daddy."
"Hey," the eldest interrupted. "We're not gonna start arguing now. Harrison hasn't identified Greer's killer so we still have to track him down."
"How do you suppose we do that," Paige asked.
"Hello," Phoebe said waving her arms above her head. "Psychic – right here."
"So let's go and see if you can get a hit off of Harrison," Prue suggested.
Henry was having a hard time mastering his sensing power. Harrison had instructed him to pick up an object from the attic and determine which sister it belonged to. Of course, the first item he picked up was actually owned by one of the girls' ancestors and it had triggered a completely different power; a kind of tactile recall. Touching it had allowed him to see a glimpse into the owner's life, and Harrison had explained that people left energy behind through their belongings.
The next item he had picked up was completely different. He had been able to hear their voice without seeing them, and quickly the voice had melded with the sound of their heartbeat; beckoning him closer. He had figured out that he had picked up a bracelet that belonged to Prue from high school. There was an oval pendant with an inscription on the back that read A.T hearts P.H.
Just when Henry was about to pick a different item up the sisters strolled through with a baby on every hip with; Prue carrying Chris and Paige carrying Wyatt. "Hey babe, what's up," he asked his wife.
"We were just feeding the babies and we got to talking about how we couldn't find the demon in the book," Paige told him and Harrison. "There is another way though, if Harrison doesn't mind."
Harrison pursed his forehead and rocked back on his feet. "How," he asked giving the sisters an inquisitive look.
Phoebe stepped forward and guided him to aunt Pearl's couch after placing Pearl in the pack and play the girls kept in the attic. "This won't hurt at all, but you should be warned that it gets a little intense for me. I don't want you to worry or pull away. Okay?" When he nodded Phoebe took his hand and was grabbed by a vision. She pulled away and held a hand to her chest, gasping for air as her sisters tried to soothe her.
"What was it," Prue asked trying to help her little sister regain focus and clarity. "What did you see?"