Charmed Wizard

Phoebe paced the living room as she went completely out of her mind. Her son had flamed out and they had absolutely no idea how to find him. He could be anywhere in the entire world.

“Sweetie, calm down. We're going to find him,” Piper promised.

“How? We have no idea where he is? Paige can't sense him, and we have nothing we can use to scry for him,” Phoebe said frantic.

Piper looked at Cole, who was visibly just as upset, but better at reigning it in. “Can't you track him somehow. I remember bounty hunters tracking you when you shimmered.”

“That's because they had the same power. I don't have the power to flame, so I can't track it. We pushed too hard. He felt backed into a corner and needed to get out. That's what triggered him to flame. He probably didn't even know he did it,” Cole said.

“Which means he's somewhere he doesn't now, scared out of his mind!”Phoebe cried.

“Maybe we can try the To Call a Lost Witch spell,” Paige suggested.

Piper shook her head. “Maybe if there weren't eight other witches in this family besides Harry and ourselves.”

“She's right. It could summon any one of the kids,” Leo said.

“So we can't do anything?” Phoebe asked, on the verge of a breakdown.

Just then, Coop beamed into the room. He looked at his wife. “Hey. Have you been here all night? Why didn't you come home?”

“Uh, Coop, now's not the best time. Harry's missing,” Leo said.

“What do you mean missing?” Coop asked.

“It's a long story. We ended up bringing him here last night. We told him the truth today and he didn't take it well. He got scared and transported himself out,” Phoebe said.

“Wait, I thought you said you wouldn't be bringing him here so soon. What happened?” Coop asked.

“Coop, we really don't have time to explain. We have to find him. He have to figure out where he could've gone,” Piper said.

“Well, if he didn't want to be here, he probably went home,” Coop said.

“I seriously doubt that,” Paige said, remembering the sight of her nephew before she and Wyatt healed most of his injuries.

“There's no reason to even believe he had a destination in mind. It's doubtful he can control this power. He could've ended up somewhere random,” Leo said.

An idea suddenly occurred to Phoebe and she looked at Cole with fear. “You don't think he could've ended up in the Underworld, do you?”

Cole shook his head. “No, not without some kind of control. The Underworld exists on a different plane so to speak. That's why Leo could never hear when you called if he was down there. Harry wouldn't be able to get off this plane without trying to do so.

“What about a summoning spell?” Coop asked.

“We just discussed that. It won't work,” Piper said.

“Wait, the To Call a Lost Witch spell won't work, but that doesn't mean a new spell won't. We write a new spell and use Cole's blood,” Paige said.

“That's a good idea,” Piper said.

“I'm on it,” Phoebe said before promptly leaving the room to write her spell.

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Harry watched anxiously as Hermione stirred the potion they were making. The potion was supposed to name his parents. He would know soon whether or not what he was told was true or not. “How much longer will it take?”

“It shouldn't be long. The potion will turn blue and then we'll add a couple of drops of your blood. Then it will say your name and then the names of your parents,” Hermione said.

Harry watched as the potion soon turned blue.

“Alright, it's ready,” Hermione said before handing her friend a knife that was sitting on her desk next to the potion.

Harry took the knife and started at it, making no move to cut himself.

“Harry?”

“Maybe we don't have to do this. I mean, they're lying. They have to be,” Harry said.

“You're not sure you want to know,” Hermione guessed.

“Everything will change. Right now, I can pretend that it's a lie. Once I get the results of this potion, I can't. I can't forget what it tells me. Maybe I should just let it go. I'll just go on as I have,” Harry said. It seemed for the best because he didn't know how he'd handle it if he found out he wasn't who he thought he was.

“But you can't, Harry. You won't be able to wake up and be content with not knowing. I know that just looking at the turmoil on your face now. You will wonder every second of the day, and it will drive you mad until you get the answer. It will be worse than the answer itself. You're right, you can't forget once you know, but at least you will now and you can move on,” Hermione said.

Harry sighed and brought the knife to his hand, slicing it down the middle. Hermione was right. Not knowing would eat him alive. Plus, his supposed parents weren't going to just leave him alone. They would find him and continue to claim he was there son. He had to know.

Harry held his hand over the potion and squeezed it shut, causing blood to drip from his hand. He watched as his blood swirled in the potion and began to form his name in red letters.

Harry James Potter

Parents: Coleridge Benjamin Turner, Phoebe Halliwell

Harry went completely still, unable to do anything but read the results over and over again. It was true. His parents weren't Lily and James Potter. He wasn't a Potter. Everything he ever knew had just been taken from him. He didn't even know how to respond.

“Merlin's Beard, Harry. You're the son of a Charmed One,” Hermione said in disbelief. She knew about Wiccan Magic and the Charmed Ones. They weren't taught at Hogwarts, mainly because History of Magic was taught by a ghost and therefor out of date, but she had several books on various types of Magic.

Harry didn't even comprehend what his friend had said. He was too busy reeling from his life changing so drastically. All his life, he wondered what life would be like if his parents were alive, but when he thought about it, he pictured Lily and Jame, even when he didn't know what they looked like, it was people with their names. Now he had strangers he didn't know say they were his parents, and it was true. How did he deal with that.

Hermione took her friend by the hand and led him to the bed. She sat them both down on the edge. “I'm sorry, Harry. I know this is really frightening to you.”

“T...The only thing in my life that was always true, that no one could take away, was that I was Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter. For ten years, it was all I had. Now in moments, it's gone. The one thing that I thought would never change has,” Harry said with a shudder. It wasn't fair. Why did things like this, bad or shocking things, always seem to happen to him. It was like everyone banded together to rock his life over and over again.”

“This is a lot to put on you, especially so soon after Sirius' death, but, Harry, there is a good thing about it. You have a family. You've always wanted that,” Hermione said.

“Not like this. I wanted my parents. I wanted Lily and James, not strangers,” Harry said. He didn't know at all how to deal with these people. Yes, they were his parents and they seemed to care for him, but he didn't know them.

“Harry, even if it had been Lily and James, somehow back from the dead, who came to you, they'd be strangers too,” Hermione reminded him.

“No, it's different. I mean, yeah, I didn't know them, but I've heard about them since I started Hogwarts. I knew they were my parents,” Harry said.

“And these people were just sprung on you. I understand, but you could still be a family with them. Maybe it will be harder, but you can still have what you've always wanted.

Before Harry had the chance to respond, he disappeared in white lights.