Charmed Wizard

The next morning, Piper was in the kitchen getting breakfast together when Paige orbed in. “Morning.”

“Morning,” Paige greeted back.

“How are Chris and Melinda?” Piper asked.

“Good. Chris seemed a little over being forced to leave home twice in the last week, and it doesn't help that Wyatt got to stay. That seemed to annoy him,” Paige said.

“Yeah, well he can deal,” Piper said in a firm tone.

“How's Phoebe?” Paige asked.

Piper sighed. “I haven't really seen her since you left yesterday. She and Cole spent the night in Wyatt's room sitting with Harry. I don't think they got much sleep.”

“So he still hasn't woken up?” Paige asked.

“Not that I know of,” Piper said.

“I can't believe it turned out this way. Well, okay, I can believe people are evil enough to beat kids. I've seen it enough times when I worked for social services,” Paige said.

“But it's hard knowing it happened to your own nephew,” Piper said.

Paige nodded. “You know, even after everything I've seen as a witch, a child abuser will always be the worst thing in the world to me. I will never understand how someone can harm a child.”

“Good. That's something I don't think you ever want to understand,” Piper said.

Just then, Cole and Phoebe walked into the room, both with bags under their eyes. “I need coffee,” Phoebe said.

Piper wordlessly pointed to the pot.

“How are you doing?” Paige asked her sister.

“He's still not awake. I'm worried,” Phoebe said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Cole got his next.

“Wyatt and I could try to heal him again,” Paige offered. Honestly, she wasn't sure it would do any good though. They'd stopped healing Harry last night because it stopped working.

“If he doesn't wake up soon, we might just have to try it,” Cole said before taking a sip of his coffee.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Harry bolted up seconds after he opened his eyes, an act he instantly regretted as his body was still quite sore from the 'conversation' he had with his uncle. Although, once he thought about it, he wasn't nearly as sore as he should be. He'd been beaten like that a few times in his life, and a few times even worse. The next day, his whole body felt bruised. It felt bruised now, but not nearly as bad.

Harry looked around the room. There were two beds, one he was on and the other was across from him. There were also two dressers and two closets. Two people clearly shared this room. There were also some posters along the walls, some of what looked like music bands and some of ball players. There were also a couple of backpacks laying by the closet and some board games on the top shelf of the closet. All this told Harry that kids shared this room.

Harry wondered why he was there. He remembered what happened. His dream from the other day turned into reality. Those people had come to the Dursleys, and stopped his uncle from hurting him. The man had then tried to kill Vernon with the same thing Harry almost killed Bellatrix with Whoever that man was, he was at least somewhat like him. But Harry still didn't understand why they helped him or where they brought him? Were they really trying to help him or did they work for Voldemort?

Harry was also quite troubled the the fact that his dream had come true. Of course, ti wasn't the first time a dream of his had come true, but Dumbledore had recently told him that those dreams were because of his connection to Voldemort. But how could that be when his last dream had nothing to do with Voldemort? Was Dumbledore wrong? Did he get these dreams because he was a seer?

Before Harry could contemplate these questions further, the door to the room he was in cracked open. His hand immediately moved to the pocket where his wand was usually kept. Then he remembered that he didn't have it. His uncle had locked it up after he arrived.

Harry watched warily as a blond boy who looked about his age entered the room. Well, okay, the boy didn't look his age, but that was because Harry was really small for his age. He looked about Ron's age though, and Harry and Ron were the same age, with Ron being a few months older.

“Hi. I didn't wake you, right?” the boy asked.

“No. I was awake,” Harry said.

The boy sighed in relief and walked in. “Good. My mom would've killed me. I didn't want to risk disturbing you, but I had to get some clothes.”

“Who are you?” Harry asked.

“I'm Wyatt,” the boy introduced himself, moving closer and sticking his hand out.

Harry hesitantly took the boy's hand. “Harry.”

“It's nice to meet you,” Wyatt said.

“Where are we?” Harry wondered.

“San Francisco, California,” Wyatt answered.

“America?!” Harry exclaimed with a gobsmacked expression on his face. He supposed he should've guessed. The couple last night had an American accent and so did Wyatt.

Wyatt chuckled. “Yeah, you're a little far from home.”

“Why was I brought here?” Harry asked, still a little shocked.

“Um, my Aunt Phoebe and Cole should probably explain that,” Wyatt said a bit nervously. He seriously was not going to be the one to blab that Harry was their son.

“Is that who brought me here?” Harry asked.

Wyatt nodded. “They weren't going to. They planned to just talk to you and your family, but then they had no choice.”

Harry looked away uncomfortably. No one had ever known about the Dursleys He went out of his way to make sure no one found out. If people knew his relatives hated him so much, he would feel that they'd see him as the freak he was made out to be by them. He felt that way now, even when the people who knew were strangers.

Wyatt could see he'd upset his cousin and decided to change the subject. “Do you wanna go downstairs? I can smell my mom's cooking, so breakfast will probably be ready soon.”

Harry's stomach grumbled and his mouth watered at the mention of food. He was really hungry. He hadn't eaten since the sweets he'd had on the train home from Hogwarts.

Wyatt chuckled. He could see from the look on his cousin's face that he was hungry. “Come on, let's go downstairs. Wait, I forgot, I have to change first. Do you wanna change?”

“I don't have anything but what I'm wearing,” Harry stated.

“I don't think we're the same size, but you'd probably fit into something of my brother's,” Wyatt said before going over to his brother's dresser and pulling out some bluejeans and a red T-shirt. He then brought them to Harry. “Here, this should work.”

“Your brother won't mind?” Harry asked.

“Nah. Chris' is pretty good about sharing his stuff. You can change here. I'll go in the bathroom,” Wyatt said before going to his own dresser and grabbing a change of clothes. Then he headed out of the room.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Phoebe stood up from her seat at the counter. “I should go back up and check on Harry.”

“Wait, you should eat something first, both of you. You guys didn't eat dinner last night,” Piper said.

“We'll eat later. Phoebe's right, we need to check on our...”

“Guys,” Paige interrupted as she noticed both her nephew enter the room.

Phoebe and Cole both turned around to see their son. “Hi. Are you doing okay?” Phoebe asked. She wanted to pull him into a hug, but she knew he couldn't. He didn't know her and wouldn't feel comfortable being hugged by her.

Harry nodded, not sure what else to do.

“I'm Phoebe. This is Cole, and that's Piper and Paige,” Phoebe introduced them.

Hey, pal,” Cole greeted with a smile.

“Hello,” Harry said hesitantly. He didn't trust any of them, but he thought it best not to antagonize them or try to run. He was very outnumbered and he didn't have his wand. So he opted to be polite for the moment.

“Are you hungry? Piper just made a bunch of food,” Phoebe said.

“Yeah, here,” Piper said before grabbing a plate and filling it with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. She then grabbed some silverware and held the plate out for him.

Harry walked over ant took the plate. He placed it down on the counter and looked at it both longingly and suspiciously. He really wanted to eat it, but knew better. He had no idea what was in it. All these people looked harmless, but he knew from last night that they weren't. Plus, they were strangers. That alone was reason not to trust them. They could be working for Voldemort for all he knew.

Paige noticed the look on the kid's face and was able to decipher what he was thinking. She'd probably think the same if she was him. So she reached over and snagged a sausage link. She immediately popped it into her mouth.

“Paige! Make your own plate!” Piper admonished.

Paige ignored her sister and smiled at her nephew. “Now, if it's poisoned, I'll die too.”

Satisfied, Harry sat down at the counter and started digging into the food. He was really hungry. So much so that he was even willing to put off getting answers now that he knew the food was safe.

Cole and Phoebe both sat down on either side of their son and took plates as Piper offered them

Paige and Wyatt got their food and sat down at the table.

Just then, Leo walked into the room. “Morning.

“Morning. Harry, this is Leo. He's Piper's husband,” Phoebe said.

“Hi, Harry,” Leo said with a smile.

“Hi,” Harry greeted back. He went back to his plate, which he cleaned off pretty quickly. Then he looked between Phoebe and Cole, as Wyatt told him they were the ones who could offer them answers. “Why am I here?”

“Uh, we're all gonna finish eating in the living room,” Piper said as she compiled her own breakfast. “Let's go.”

The others all took Piper's cue and got up and hurried out of the room.

“Uh, let's go sit at the table. It'll be better that way,” Phoebe said.

Cole nodded and got up to follow her.

Harry complied as well, only because he wanted answers. “Who are you? I know you're not muggles. Well, he's not anyway.”

“What's a muggle?” Phoebe asked.

“It's what his world calls mortals,” Cole answered.

“What are you?” Harry asked.

“I'm a witch, though not the same as people you know. It's a different kind of magic,” Phoebe said.

“There's a different kind of magic?” Harry asked surprised.

“I guess so. While the world you're from uses wands to harness, we won't. We have powers that we don't need anything to channel it with,” Phoebe explained.

“Wandless magic. It's so rare where I come from,” Harry said before turning to Cole. “What about you?”

“I'm not a witch. I'm part human, part demon. My mother was a demon while my father was human,” Cole told his son.

Harry gasped. Did that mean that's what he was since he seemed to have the same power as this man. Was he a demon? “Are... Are demons bad?”

“They don't have to be,” Phoebe said. She could tell that Harry had figured out that he was like Cole. It wasn't hard to deduce. He'd seen Cole use the same power he'd used.

“For a while, I was bad, but I chose not to be anymore,” Cole told him. He wanted Harry to see that it was his choice how he wanted to be. He wouldn't have him thinking he was destined for Evil.

Harry didn't want to contemplate what he might be anymore right now, so he changed the subject back to his original question. “Why am I here.”

Cole and Phoebe looked at each other, both trying to decide how to do this. Then Cole addressed his son. “We're just gonna say it because there is no way to ease you into it. Harry, we're your parents.”