|Her Magic Forms A Flame
Author: BlackRoseRed92 PM
A third school and legendary guests are introduced to Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament. As Harry begins to become close to one young witch in particular, he isn't aware of the dark forces rising in the shadows. Demons and Death Eaters are beginning to form alliances, and unknowingly, Harry is forming his. HPXCharmed. GoF.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - OC & Harry P. - Chapters: 18 - Words: 57,208 - Reviews: 93 - Favs: 67 - Follows: 54 - Updated: 07-23-12 - Published: 04-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8075692
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Dreams Are Made of This
She walked toward the bright green light that had come from the room upstairs. She smirked slightly, knowing that that fool of a caretaker had finally let curiosity get the best of him. As she entered the room she walked over the body of the old man, ignoring it as if it were a simple bump on the wooden floor. She turned toward the chair in the middle of the room and bowed.
"My lord, it is ready." She held out her hand, which held a small glass bottle, filled to the brim with a clear violet liquid.
"Every ingredient?" A raspy voice replied from the bundle of cloth on the chair.
She nodded, keeping her eyes to the floor, "And the hemlock root was added by myself this morning." She heard the sound of footsteps come up behind her, but didn't dare look for she had yet to be dismissed. She had an idea who it was anyways.
"Excellent. You are free to go. Make sure to be ready when the time comes." She stood up with a quiet 'Yes, my lord' and turned, an evil look in her brown eyes, a deep smirk on her pale face as she walked out of the room. Bright flames licked up her body and a second later she was gone.
A short, rat of a man walked over to close the door and turned around. He trembled as the huge snake on the floor slithered past him. He looked up as a thin, stick like arm moved out of the cloth on the chair and watched as it held out the potion to a man kneeling beside the chair. The man grabbed it, bowed his head and stood up.
"Shall I start the next phase, my lord?" The man asked, his tongue quickly darting out of his mouth before disappearing.
"Yes. This vial shall be held by you for safe keeping. When it is time Wormtail will know what to do. Do not fail me." He threatened. The short man, Wormtail, moved from the door to the center of the room. A dark chuckle sounded from the chair, in which both men were staring at.
"It shall be done this year. That fool will never see what is coming."
Melinda Halliwell awoke with a start, staring around her room which was lit up by the bright California sun. 'So much for a nap' she thought to herself, before her thoughts went back to her dream. She couldn't recall much, since the dream – or nightmare- was slipping away from her. She did remember an older woman with dark short hair, smirking, and a voice stating that it would be done this year and someone wouldn't see it coming. She sat up in bed for a moment, wondering why the dream seemed so real. She didn't have visions, hell she could barely tell what the weather was going to be like that day. But before she could dwell on the dream any longer, a knock came to her door.
"Melinda, honey," her door opened, revealing a short, older woman with a sheet of long, brown hair running down her back, "I've made some sandwiches for lunch."
Melinda smiled before replying, "Yeah, Mom, I'll be right there."
Her mother, Piper Halliwell, smiled brightly before adding, "And could you get your brothers? They should be in the attic working on something."
Melinda looked at her mother questioningly.
Piper replied, "I don't really want to know, so I'm not going to ask. Knowing them, it's something I've told them not to do." She laughed and walked downstairs.
Melinda sighed and walked upstairs to the attic. She heard a loud bang and ran the rest of the way up.
"Wyatt! I told you that was too much toad paste!"
"You told me it might make the potion stronger!"
"I said might! Not that it actually would!" Chris groaned and grabbed a towel to clean off his shirt. He looked up to find his younger sister leaning against the doorway, smirking at him.
"Shut up Melinda." He grumbled. She walked over to pick up a chair that had fallen over during the explosion.
"I'm not saying anything. I just came up here to tell you Mom made lunch downstairs… And that she was probably right about her not wanting to see what you guys were up to because had she just witnessed this," she waved her hands around, to indicate the mess in the room, "she'd probably kill you." She paused. "Never mind. She would kill you." Chris rolled his eyes and continued to clean his shirt, his brown hair falling into his eyes.
She looked over from her older brother over to her oldest brother, his blonde hair bright in the sun, and his blue eyes surveying the room. She heard him mumbling words to himself but before she could ask him to repeat what he had said, the room was filled with a bright silvery haze before appearing as it once was before the explosion, clean and with everything in its place.
Chris looked up from his shirt, the stain still intact.
"Great, now if you can just clean my shirt –"
"Nuh uh, no way little brother. I just saved us both, the least you could do is wash your own shirt." Wyatt told him, ruffling Chris' hair before heading downstairs to his mother's delicious food. Melinda turned to follow him allowing a giggle to escape from her. Chris looked at his shirt before letting out a sigh and grabbed a jacket to cover the stain, before hurrying to join his family downstairs.
Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt had endured a lot together. From getting together, to losing each other, from being an angel to becoming a mortal, it was a lot anyone had to deal with. They had their fair share of demons, both literally and not, but they were happy with how they were now. They lived in Piper's childhood home, otherwise established as Halliwell Manor, and had three beautiful children. The only downside was since they had powerful children, they had to be the ones to pick up the magical fight Piper and her sisters, Phoebe and Paige, had left behind.
Piper sighed as her children came bounding down the stairs.
The first she saw was Wyatt. He was the one who took the most after his father. He was a tall 18 year old, with blonde hair and blue eyes. However although very powerful, he had his father's calm nature, always trying to help those in need, and always had a clear and straight head on his shoulders.
Chris came shortly after, and after being teased so much, she finally came to except that Chris took after her, crazy attitude and all. He had brown hair and blue eyes (from his father). Chris was probably the best of her children when it came to potions and spell making. She guessed that after all those times keeping her company in the kitchen and attic helped him get her talent for potion making. He was the more serious of her children, only letting lose when he was amongst family, but Chris preferred to stray in the background, observing everyone and learning what he could before joining in. He was the more calculating of her children and like her needed to figure out exactly what was happening before charging right in.
She then heard her youngest come in, mumbling something about Chris racing her down the stairs. Piper always smiled when she saw Melinda. Don't get it wrong, she loved all her children, but since she had first visited the future many years ago, she had known she would have a daughter. When? She hadn't known, but when she became pregnant for a third time, she just knew.
Melinda Prudence Halliwell took very much after her namesake, her Aunt Prue, but she was also the perfect combination of her parents. While Melinda had Prue's determination, she also had Piper's need to be with her sisters. Melinda was a very powerful girl and witch, but she felt the most comfortable with her brothers. As long as they were by her side, nothing could touch her. She had attained Leo's sense of helping the greater good, and sometimes that got her in trouble, leading her to save someone without thinking of her own safety, and it scared Piper, but she knew that's who her daughter was. And although she accepted it, she would always be concerned for her daughter, and her sons' safety. Her daughter looked very much like her, long, dark brown hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes. Her brothers (and father) become very protective of her and she felt sorry for her 14 year old, but always was touched at the protection her brothers provided her.
She turned and found her husband looking at her. She smiled and then looked at her children, who were now gathering food and walking towards the table.
"Hey Dad, so when are we allowed back into Magic School? The school year is starting up and I need to check on the spells to the secret passages before the students start showing up. Can't have them losing an arm now can I?" Wyatt laughed and looked at his mother, who was glaring at him. He smiled innocently and bit into his sandwich. "Mmm, great food Mom."
Melinda looked up in time to see her parents glance at each other. Crap. This can't be good.
"Actually," Leo started, gaining his kids attention. He looked at his wife before looking back to his children. "We won't be attending Magic School this year." Before anyone could interrupt, Leo quickly added, "We've been invited to attend another magic school this year. As guests."
"You mean as Halliwells? Or the famous Charmed Ones? " Melinda interjected. She loved her family and the work they did to save others, but sometimes she felt that it was too much. Who, after all, would want to have their family going into a demonic battle every other day?
"Melinda, watch your tone." Piper scolded as Leo continued, "We are being invited by the Headmaster so that our different magical… communites could be able to interact with one another."
"Magical communities? What do you mean?" Chris asked.
"I mean that there are different branches of magic. The magic we have is Wiccan magic, natural from that of your family lines. This in turn limits you to having specific powers. The school we will be visiting holds wizarding students that, although do have natural magical abilities, learn to transfer that magic into wands by the use of spells, one or two words, not a full chanting." Leo explained.
"Then why don't we use wands?" Wyatt asked, intrigued by the prospect of new, well, inexperienced, magic.
"You could, but since your powers are more natural based, the wand wouldn't be able to handle it and you wouldn't be able to use the full extent of your powers. You probably could use a wand, but you would only be able to use the spells that were taught for it." Leo looked at his watch and stood up, walking towards Piper to give her a kiss.
"I've got to head to Magic School and talk to Paige so that Professor Leerin can prepare to take over some of the days we'll be gone." Leo said.
"Wait, you're the Headmaster, and Aunt Paige is Headmistress! Will Magic School be alright without you guys? Besides who in all is going to this school? And what school is this?" Melinda had been patiently waiting as her father explained that of wizards and wands, but she didn't like that she didn't know the plans for the next several months.
Leo chuckled and kissed his daughter's head.
"Relax Melinda. Professor Leerin is perfectly capable of heading the school for a while. And to answer your question as to whose going, it will be us, plus your Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe along with 20 top students from Magic School. Now I have to go, but we need to leave by the end of next week, so if I were you I'd start getting my things together. If you're anything like you Mom, then you will need to be talked out of what you're taking."
Leo waved to his sons and headed up the stairs, disappearing through the door that opened up at the top of the staircase, which granted him, the Headmaster of Magic School, entrance to the school.
"Wait, Dad never mentioned what school this was." Wyatt said to Piper, taking his plate to the sink and heading for the stairs.
"He said it was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry… Somewhere in Britain. Either way he was right and you three need to start packing." She shooed her children up the stairs and started to clean the mess they had left behind.
On her way to her room, Melinda couldn't help but remember her dream at the mention of Hogwarts and Britain. How the dream was connected to them she didn't know. But she distinctly remembered that the males of the room were British. However the woman was American, and had flamed out of the room, indicating that she was a demon, and a powerful one at that.
But it was just a dream right? It couldn't have been real.
As Melinda walked into her closet and started gathering what she'd need for the next several months, she couldn't help but feel worried that perhaps what she had dreamed, wasn't a dream at all.
And it made her very uneasy.
Hello! So this is my first fic, I've read so many I thought, hey why not write my own now? I've had this idea for a long time, and I have a lot planned out that I want to do, from GoF all the way to DH, but I guess it depends if yall like it or not! So please review and tell me what you like or didn't like. Or anything at all that will help me! :D This will be a HPXCharmed crossover and eventual HPXOC, but we need to build up to that! Until next time!