The Charmed Ones Meet the Boy Who Lived

The Charmed Ones Meet the Boy Who Lived: Chapter Three

Emily's head hurt, but it was nothing to the silence that rang in her ears greeting her last words. The long moments were suddenly broken by a derisive snort. Everyone turned to Draco, he with his customary sneer back in place, though it shook slightly.

"Oh, come on," he scoffed. "Opening Hell to destroy the world? As if a book had that much power!" Harry, Ron and the other Weasley's glared at him, but the Halliwell clan just shook their heads pityingly.

"You don't ignore prophecy, young man," Piper snapped. She placed the huge, heavy book in his arms. "Okay. Try to leave with it." No longer smirking, Draco walked towards the front door. As he passed through the doorway, the book leapt from his hands to crash into the vase of flowers on the hall table. Automatically, Piper froze the whole scene and moved the vase before it could shatter. Then she unfroze the room and raised an eyebrow at Draco. "Well? I thought you were going to take the book," she said wickedly. Draco eyed the thing warily while Harry and the Weasleys snickered mercilessly.

"Well, I didn't see you doing anything, Potty!" he said sharply. Harry grinned and replied, "I'm not that stupid, Malfoy." Draco's lip curled.

Emily stepped in to prevent an explosion. "It was a premonition, but there is a way to change it. I saw that too." She swallowed and coughed. "We could kill Chris." She smiled sheepishly at her dad. "Sorry. I didn't like what I saw. I never like it when I see death. Especially mine." She looked up at her family.

"Honey, he's not that easy to kill. I mean, look at all the times we've blown up your dad." (A note to the uneducated: watch Charmed once in a while; they blow him up pretty regularly.)Piper grinned at her husband, who made a face, causing all the Halliwells to erupt in laughter.

"I know, but Mom, I have my lightning power, and that works on him. It works on all of us- which is why I can't orb like Dad and Wyatt. If I just overloaded him..." Piper looked thoughtful.

"I would much rather trying to con a darklighter into shooting him. Safer. I don't want you to kill Chris. Hell, I don't want any of us guilty of that."

"Summoning a darklighter and convincing him to shoot Chris is not our best plan," Paige suddenly spoke up. "What if we summon him, I'll steal an arrow, and Piper can blow him up. One less force of darkness, and Chris is dead."

Harry was confused, and they could see it on his face. He lifted a hand a moment, like he was in school, then stared at it and dropped it back to his side. "Wait a minute. I have a quick question." He smiled when they all looked at him. "A darklighter? A whitelighter?"

"Yes. See, a whitelighter is-"

"Oh, I know that. But whitelighters are only the stuff of legend. They don't really exist." Leo laughed.

"I wouldn't say that. Whitelighters are no myths. We exist, same as everyone else."

"Yeah, but the only way you can kill one is to shoot him with a darklighter's arrow," replied Emily, looking at Harry. "My dad's a whitelighter. Wyatt and I are both half-bloods." She stared at him. "Oh, I get it. Yeah, that handy little glowy thing we did earlier was healing. Wyatt was healing me, giving me some energy back."

Harry stared, his mouth hanging open. So... not only was it a day for legends to come to life, but the girl of his dreams was sitting here, calmly telling him she was half-legend. Her next words threw him completely into awestruck confusion.

"We need to have a lot of whitelighters around. Charmed Ones blood tends to inspire a desire for revenge more than it does respect anymore. After Mom and Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe vanquished the Source of all evil years ago, there've been attacks daily and lots of cuts, bruises, concussions, and broken bones."

"You're the bloody CHARMED ONES!?!" several voices shouted in unison. Emily smiled that bewitching smile again and Harry felt himself smiling back.

"I'm half. I told you. We're second generation." Harry revised his earlier thought. The girl of his dreams was sitting there, calmly telling her that she was a legend in the wizarding world and that her very blood was a magnet for death, evil, and destruction. CALMLY! He was shocked. They'd learned prophecies from Firenze in their sixth year, and one of them was the prophecy of the Charmed Ones, passed down from a famous witch called Melinda Warren. Another was about the children of the three most powerful witches in the world. One was prophesied to be the most evil creature to ever exist. Two, a boy and a girl, were prophesied to be even stronger than their parents, and the greatest source of good, greater even than their mother. The final two were prophesied to be mediators, healers, and protectors. They were not gifted with strong offensive powers, but their powers of healing were supposed to be unsurpassed in all of history.

Harry guessed that the two girls, Beth and Prue were the mediators. They didn't seem to have many good offensive powers. He knew that Emily and Wyatt were the boy and girl, the greatest source of good. Both could heal, but both could also affect evil and destroy it. He didn't know about the evil one. He also didn't want to ask.

Draco was ready to scream. Fortunately, his dignity would not permit it. This...girl was telling him that she was a legend. And she was doing it serenely, her hands in her lap, her legs drawn up to her chest to make room for her brother at the end of the couch. He glanced at Harry, his hated enemy, and nearly smiled. The idiot was sitting there, staring at the girl like a lovesick idiot.

Pitiful.

And yet, there was something about her... She was quite pretty, and her smile gave him goosebumps. And her voice- No! Draco shouted at himself. Stop it, idiot! She lives as a Muggle! She isn't even a proper witch, and she doesn't have pure magical blood.

He stopped himself after that last thought. Oh, bloody... of course, stupid, use that against her when it doesn't even apply. It was obvious she had pure magical blood. She was the daughter of a Charmed One, a member of the most respected wizarding name, the purest of the pure-bloods. He shook his head at his own folly.

Harry looked over at Ron, and saw his friend staring off into space, a mystical look on his face. He looked at the other Weasleys and found them all engrossed in the story they were hearing.

He shook his head. It was possible. It was definitely possible. Then he happened to glanced at the wall. A huge chart was mounted in a glass and frame easily six feet tall. He got up and walked over to look at it. Then he gasped.

"This goes all the way from Melinda Warren to... Bethany Halliwell. This is your genealogy!" The others came over to look at it. Draco hung back, his arrogant sneer still in place. "You really are the Charmed Ones," he said slowly.