Normally I wouldn’t write a fic like this, but just one Harry Potter-related fanfic combined with insomnia and my mind went wild. And I know that the idea of an HP/Charmed crossover has most probably been done many times before, but something tells me that unless I write it down, the evil plot bunnies will keep me awake until I do, and it’s already past midnight over here as it is. So, in spite of all odds, here’s another story from me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Charmed, so don’t sue!

OOC warning: I have yet to read Deathly Hollows, and likewise I haven’t seen every single episode of Charmed, so this is based off of my current knowledge of both the HP and Charmed storylines, and therefore might not match up with all of the facts. Also, forgive me if I end up getting a few of the characters OOC. I’m not perfect, so chances are I might accidentally screw up.

I’m a WHAT?!

A Harry Potter/Charmed crossover fic by Cardcaptor Ryoko

Chapter one: Introduction

BEEP BEEP BEEP – click. The alarm clock went off, and was soon deactivated as the girl whom the clock was set to awaken reluctantly sat up in her bed. Just another day… the fact that it’s my last day in Grade School has nothing to do with it, she thought to herself as she began to slide off of the bed and grope for the light switch. Just where is that stupid – oh, here it is! She flipped the switch upward and the ceiling light flickered on, illuminating the entire room. On the right-hand side from where she stood at the door was a closet full of seemingly average-looking clothes, with a few dresses and skirts mixed in for wearing to church or on special occasions; and on the right, a plain-looking wooden dresser containing whatever clothes that weren’t hung up in the closet within its drawers, the top thereof adorned with a small TV and a few small trinkets surrounding it. Against the wall directly in front of the door was a desk, cluttered with numerous papers, sketchbooks, art supplies, you name it, along with a computer monitor, mouse, and keyboard on the slide-out attachment attached to the modem below the top of the desk; and behind all of that, the window… which was really of no use except to bring a little light in since it was covered by the large plants that grew in the front yard.

“GOOD MORNING!”

Just as the girl began walking toward the closet, a fairly short, bright-eyed woman in typical business attire flung the bedroom door open enthusiastically, grabbing the girl into a bone-crushing bear hug.

“Mom, I’m going to be in middle school next year, I’m too old for – can’t breathe!” at that, the woman quickly let go.

“Nonsense,” the woman replied, “You’re never too old for a good old-fashioned bear hug! Now let’s get you ready. You’ve got –“

“A big day ahead of me, I know,” the girl said. “But it’s not like there’s any final exams or anything; just a big party –“

“And the single most important day of your pre-teen life!” the woman exclaimed, twirling around in a circle with her arms stretched out. “You know, when I was your age –“

“You couldn’t wait for your sixth grade graduation. Mom, you’ve told me this a million times!” the girl shouted in frustration, then sighed. “Just let me get dressed and I’ll be in for breakfast shortly.”

“Okay, if you say so…” She then walked out of the room and shut the door. “It won’t be long now before she’ll be ready for the truth.”

The girl’s last day of sixth grade came and went – parties, extended recess, just as she had expected. In seemingly no time at all, it was time for the graduation ceremony.

“So you ready for this, Liza?” One of the girl’s classmates asked her as their class sat down in their assigned row.

“You bet I am,” Liza responded enthusiastically. “After this, I might finally get some recognition from you-know-who…”

“You mean the seventh-grader across the street from your house?” By this point the girls had lowered their voices to mere whispers.

“Yeah, that’s the one!”

“But doesn’t he go to some private school in England?”

“He comes home during the summer, though.”

“Elizabeth Haliwell,” the Principal called off her name from the list.

“Good luck, girl,” her friend said as Liza began to stand up.

“It’s not that hard to walk up and stand while someone hands you a rolled-up piece of paper, Anna.”

“By the way, I’ve always wondered this – why is your last name different from your mother’s?” This question stopped Liza dead in her tracks.

“Now that I think of it, I’ve never thought to ask…”

After Anna’s awkward question, Liza proceeded to walk up onto the small stage and stood next to the podium.

“Your Diploma, Miss Haliwell,” the Principal said as she handed her the “rolled-up piece of paper”. Liza took it from the Principal’s hand and walked to the other end of the stage. But just as she started to go down the small flight of stairs, she tripped over the first step and fell to the floor. The whole auditorium broke into laughter.

“First the incident at my birthday party, and now this?! Unless I move, this’ll stick with me through college!” Liza exclaimed in the car on the way home from the graduation. “Why do I have to be such a klutz…?”

“Ah, speaking of moving,” her mother said, “we’re moving in with your aunts in San Francisco.”

“What?!”

“Well, the schools are better there, and there’s something that we need to tell you when we get there.”

“So that’s why that Uhaul’s been following us and we’re heading in the total opposite direction of our house?”

“Basically, yeah.”

“So what exactly have you been doing all day, anyway…?” There’s no way she just suddenly quit her job out of the blue and spent the entire day packing up for the move, she thought. Then again, it is mom we’re talking about here. Probably had her new boyfriend there to help her, too…

“Oh, packing up the entire house within the space of six hours – with some help from your aunts, of course.”

Well that explains how she got it all packed on such short notice Liza didn’t know how, but her aunts did some pretty strange things sometimes – like travelling from San Francisco to their home in Valencia in about half the normal time… without a car. And her uncle Coop was no different. On the whole, her uncle Jeremy was the only normal one in the Haliwell extended family. Then again, there were times when Liza “accidentally” did some of that weird stuff herself. How her mother ended up so… so normal compared to her sisters – if they were even related at all – was beyond her. “But then how did they get home?”

“What do you mean? They were there at the graduation! You didn’t see them?”

“Now that you mention it… no,” Liza lied. She had seen someone in the sea of adults on the other side of the gym that looked oddly like her aunt Phoebe, but she had dismissed it as a coincidence at the time. “But then where are they now…?”

“Who do you think is driving the Uhaul?”

Liza then looked at the rearview on her side at the front windshield of the Uhaul. Sitting at the wheel was none other than her aunt Paige – full red lips, blondish-red hair, and brown eyes – there was no mistake about it. And, of course, sitting next to her in the passenger seats were Jeremy and Phoebe. It was assumed at his absence that Coop was driving their little car just behind the Uhaul.

“So,” she asked, “ Are we taking Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige’s ‘amazing shortcut’, or will it take us six hours to get there?”

“Six hours,” her mother replied. “And about that ‘amazing shortcut,’ you’ll learn what that’s really about when we talk tonight.”

“Why won’t you tell me now?”

“Because I don’t fully understand it myself.”

“What, are they really witches or something crazy like that?”

“Of course not, what gave you that idea?” she answered in her usual manner, trying to mask her uneasiness. Dang, how could she figure it out that fast? Don’t panic, Jen, she was just guessing. She couldn’t have possibly meant it seriously…I hope.

Continued in chapter two: Witches

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