Eyes On Fire - Everything Awakens
A Charmed Story/Harry Potter Crossover
Author Note/Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the show Charmed; the talented Constance M. Burge created it. The only thing I own is the original characters and the additions of some of the plot.
Pairings: Chris Halliwell/OMC, Chris Halliwell/Harry Black, Wyatt Halliwell/OMC, One-sided!Wyatt Halliwell/Harry Black, Piper Halliwell/Leo Wyatt, Peter Halliwell/OFC, Phoebe Halliwell/Coop, Paige Matthews/Henry Mitchell and ect.
Setting(s): Post Season 8. AU in some areas. Takes place post Deathly Hollows. Harry is still a father, but not from Ginny (I really hate Ginny/Harry pairings). He should look to be forty-six but he only looks to be about his early twenties. Also, he's more of a half-breed in the story and looks to be in his early twenties.
Summary: Heartbreak was a hard thing to overcome. Especially if it was over someone you truly loved. Chris Halliwell breaks up with his now ex-fiance and tries to move on new. Until he and his brother to see the new next door neighbor, a gorgeous older male in his early twenties. With their interest peeked, the two brothers begin the obstacle of trying to introduce themselves to Harry Potter-Black. (Sucky summary. But last night I had this dream that went with my story idea, but it had HP in it, so now this story will have HP).
Rating: NC-17 or M at times
Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Adult Situations, Graphic Sex (Maybe), Alcohol Abuse, Mention/Show of Martial Abuse, Mention/Show of Child Abuse, Drug Abuse, Mention of Drug Abuse, Murder, Suicide, Rape, Kidnapping, Nudity, Fights, Torture, Slash (Male/Male and Female/Female), ect.
By: David Archuleta
I hung up the phone tonight
Something happened for the first time
It was a rush
What a rush
'Cause the possibility
That you would ever feel the same way
It's just too much
Just too much
Why do I keep running from the truth?
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized
And I've just got to know
Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we could be?
Where this thing could go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it real or just another crush?
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you?
Are you holding back
Like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going
Has it ever crossed your mind
When we're hanging,
Spending time, girl, are we just friends?
Is there more?
Is there more? (Is there more)
See it's a chance we've gotta take
'Cause I believe that we can make this
Into something that'll last
Why do I keep running from the truth?
(Why do I keep running)
All I ever think about is you
(All I ever think about)
You got me hypnotized
And I've just got to know
Do you ever think (Ever think)
When your all alone (All alone)
All that we could be,
Where this thing could go (Go)
Am I crazy or falling in love, (Crazy)
Is this real or just another crush (Another crush)
Do you catch a breath,
When i look at you,
Are you holding back,
Like the way i do,
Cause' I'm tryin tryin to walk away,
But I know this crush aint' going
Away ya ya ya ya (This crush ain't)
Going away ya ya ya ya (Goin' away)
Going away ya ya ya ya (When you're all alone
All that we could be,
Where this thing could go (Going away)
Going away ya ya ya ya
San Francisco, California
18th March 2026
He stood silently, his muscles tense and jaw clenched tight as his hands fisted slowly until his knuckles turned white, before releasing them and relaxing his hands. It was a continual movement that was almost subconsciously done. Beautiful sea green eyes stared out of the large three sided window in the large cluttered attic. The eyes were like windows to the soul, but all they showed at the moment was a frigidness and harshness to them that almost looked misplaced on such pretty eyes. "C-Chris, p-p-please. L-listen to me." The soft masculine voice begged. It echoed in the near silent attic, the only sound heard was the soft breathing of the two males in the room. The figure, Chris, didn't turn around as he continued to stare out the window. His body language gave nothing away, except for the stiff muscles, that could perhaps show he was fighting his will to actually hit something, or perhaps, someone.
He leaned against the walls edge, one foot crossed over the other as his arms crossed over his muscular and slim chest. Silky chocolate locks of dark brown hair fell into his eyes as he continued to look over the city. The sunrise was barely surfacing over the ocean, highlighting the sky in colors of pink, purples, oranges and yellows. Like a splatter of colors on a picture. "Chris..." The voice whispered again. The younger man behind Chris took a step forward, but froze mid-step when the air seemed to chill.
"Leave." Chris's voice was briskly piercing and short. The young man flinched at the tone, his eyes, a beautiful color of lavender, teared up as he looked down at the floor. His lip quivered as he fought the urge to release tears.
"C-Chris...p-p-please, j-just listen t-to me." He begged. He couldn't just give up. Not after everything the two had been through together. Not after his one stupid fuck up. He couldn't give up. He wouldn't give up.
"Leave. Now." Chris firmly ordered. His sea green eyes seemed to grow even colder as they glinted lightly in the morning sunrise. He could see the man's reflection in the sunlight, and it only brought more pain and anger to him. His teeth ground together as his eyebrows furrowed into a tight glare. He couldn't stand to hear or even see the man standing a few feet away from him. It made him angry, nauseated and disgusted.
"No." He stated determinedly. Even now, after speaking that one word, he felt fear that he had never felt before. Christopher Perry Halliwell was similar to his older brother in power. They were equally 'Twice-Blessed', but in a different way. They had the same amount of abilities, but most of them were different. And to go boldly against one of them, especially when they were angry, was just a death wish waiting to happen.
"Zachariah." Chris spat, as if the very name was some sort of disease or poison. "I won't tell you again and I will not talk to you. Now leave me and never try to contact me again." He was never going to speak to Zachariah Devon again, not if he had the choice. After what he did to him, it wasn't going to happen. Not ever.
"N-no. You - you can't j-just give up. Not on us. Not on what we have." Zachariah stated. Almost begging to be listened to. Never before had Chris used his full name, and never before had he said something like this.
Christopher finally turned. His sea green eyes flashed a bright emerald green as he glared with such disgust and hate in his eyes, that Zachary flinched and fought off the urge to cry and beg like the bitch he was. "There was nothing to fight for to begin with." It felt like a blow, those hurtful words. Tears finally released, silently streaming down his face as he looked to the man he loved. The man he had betrayed in the worst way.
"P-please. I-I l-love you." Zachariah begged as he stared desperately at the other man.
"You l-love m-me?" Chris mocked harshly. His face darkened as he took a step forward, his eyes were darker now, almost a black color as he stared at the man that broke his heart, in the eyes. "If you loved me. You wouldn't have acted like such a whore. Spreading your legs open at the first man that caught your attention." He hissed. Zachariah felt his heart squeeze and eyesight blur at those hurtful and cruel words that escaped from Christopher's mouth.
"Y-you d-d-don't m-mean that." Zachary stated with a shake of his head.
"I mean every word I said." Christopher spat. "You're nothing much a lying, cheating, good for nothing whore that can't keep promises and doesn't no how to stay faithful. Now get the fuck out of my sight." He ordered angrily. A shuttering breath escaped Zachariah Devon's lips at the cold and uncaring face that stared back at him. Even with those hurtful and hateful words said by Christopher, he couldn't get the energy to feel angry at him because of it. In Zachary's mind, all those words that were said were true. He had betrayed Christopher in the worst way, by sleeping with someone else, and nothing would change that.
"I-I'll a-alway l-love you. A-and...I'll always wait for you." Zachariah whispered softy. He took one last look at Christopher Perry Halliwell before glancing down at the floor. With no other words said between them, he began to shimmer from view, before completely disappearing.
Three Hours Later
Christopher didn't know how long he stayed up in the attic, staring out at the rising population of San Francisco. As he watched men and woman leave for work and children and teenagers leave for school, Chris thought back to the last encounter he had with his now ex-fiance. They had been together since he was sixteen and Zachariah was fourteen and it had all been wasted. "Hey Chris." The familiar voice of Wyatt Halliwell broke him of his thoughts as his big brother appeared in the doorway of the attic. A concerned and worried look crossed the other man's face as he noticed the depressed and furious expression in his brothers eyes and posture. "Are you alright bro'?" He inquired as he slowly walked farther into the attic. He made his way across the room and took a seat beside his brother on the cushioned ledge seat.
"No. Not really." Chris stated sarcastically as he looked at his brother before looking down at his lap.
"What happened?" Wyatt questioned with worry as he frowned at his depressed brother.
"Found out Zachariah cheated on me." Christopher said with a heavy sigh. Tears blurred his eyesight at the admission. Now that he was finally admitting it, it was finally setting in that the one person he had loved, that he still loved, had been cheating on him.
"I'm so sorry Chrissy." Wyatt whispered sadly as he wrapped an arm around his brothers shoulders. He pulled his baby brother into his side, and just held him as Chris finally broke down, crying out his pain and anger at the notion that his ex-fiance had cheated on him. "You don't deserve this pain." He muttered softly as he rubbed his brother's back.
Chris gave a laugh/sob into his brother's chest and gave a half nod. "Fate's a bitch..." Christopher muttered with a shake of his head.
"She just doesn't like us Halliwell's much." Wyatt joked lightly. He loved his brother, and if he could, he'd protect him from everything he could. Chris gave a half hearted smile and finally pulled away from his brother. He harshly rubbed his face and sniffled, fighting off the urge to break down and cry again. He had loved, still did love, Zachariah with everything he had, and it hurt to know he had slept with someone else. "Do you want me to go...talk...with him?" He inquired with a suggestive look on his face. His eyebrows were raised and he had a sharp glint in his blue eyes. It only meant he was angry and more than willing to help his brother out.
Giving a soft laugh Chris shook his head. "No, Wy. I already...talked...with him?" He questioned more than asked. He couldn't exactly say that they talked.
"What did you do?" The oldest of the two questioned curiously.
"I called him some pretty harsh things...actually." Christopher stated softly. "I'm surprised he didn't punch me or at the very least, slap me for what I said to him." He looked down at his lap and tapped his foot on the wooden floor. "I want to talk to him...ask him why...but every time I think about even seeing him...or talking to him...I get so angry and sickened." A sigh escaped from his lips as he looked at Wyatt. "What should I do Wy?" He questioned his big brother, hoping for some advice.
"Give it some time, then, when you're ready, calm enough I mean, go and talk to him. Until then, try and concentrate on something else." Wyatt suggested with a kind and loving smile to his brother. He hoped his brother felt better soon. He needed happiness in his life.
"Thanks bro'." Chris said with a smile that made his eyes sparkle with life.
"No problem Chrissy." Wyatt cheerfully stated.
Chris groaned. "Don't call me that." He snapped, though there was no real anger behind those words. It was just something the two of them did.
"Anyways. I came up here to tell you breakfast was ready and, "to get your ass downstairs now", as mom so eloquently put it." He stated with a smirk.
Chris rolled his eyes and gave a huffy laugh. "Mom always says that. What's so different about now?" He rhetorically questioned. Wyatt shrugged with a laugh as he stood. Pulling his baby brother up with him the two made their way out of the attic.
"So Wy, how has your dates with Linda and Benjamin?" Chris asked with interest. Out of the eight children of Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt: Chris was gay, Wyatt was bisexual, Melinda was straight, David was straight, Victoria was a lesbian and Michael, Lucifer and Gabriel were straight, bisexual and gay respectively.
"Linda was...okay." Wyatt finally admitted after a few minutes of silence as the two oldest Halliwell children made their way downstairs. "She was kind of boring though. She just didn't seem to enjoy herself at dinner two days ago." He shrugged. "I had fun with Benjamin though. He was interesting and had a creative imagination and an amazing personality." He said with a smile. His bright blue eyes glazed over with the memories. "We're actually going out again."
Christopher raised an eyebrow with interest. "That's interesting. You usually don't do second dates." He mused aloud. The two brothers walked down the hallway, pass the six bedrooms in the hall, which you had to pass to reach the staircase. When Wyatt and Chris stayed at the Manor, they shared their old room like they use to as children and teenagers. The only ones that had to share was the oldest two and the youngest, seeing as Michael, Lucifer (commonly called Luke) and Gabriel were triplets.
"For Benjamin, I'm willing to give him a second date." Wyatt admitted with a smile. Chris gave a smirk of amusement. Their footsteps thumped loudly against the wooden staircase as they made their way down. The closer they came to the first floor, the louder they could hear their family. The children were laughing and playing games. The four 'Charmed Ones', meaning their Uncle Peregrine, commonly called Pete, their mother, Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige were all talking together while their husbands and wife talked together and the teenagers also hung out until breakfast was set on the table.
"So begins the descent into the zoo." Chris murmured sarcastically. Wyatt gave a loud laugh at his younger brothers muttering. It was true. With over a dozen cousins, it was no surprise why they never went out as a family anymore, unless it was to their mothers restaurants, or the club.
"There you are. Come on and sit. It's time to eat." Piper ordered with a loving smile at her oldest sons. Chris and Wyatt stepped into the dinning room to see their two other aunts and uncle sitting at the table already with their husbands and wife. In the sun room was another table for the younger children and teenagers in the family. The oldest children, which was from age twenty-four to eighteen, sat at the table with the adults.
Smiling to each other with laughter in their eyes, Chris and Wyatt took their usual seat at the table and silently waited for everyone to settle. "Where have you been Chris?" Piper inquired from her position at the head table. Leo sat at the other side that was also at the head of the table. The table was filled with delicious looking food and smelt amazing as well. Eggs, waffles, pancakes, fruit, bacon, sausage, biscuits and gravy, toast, apple juice, orange juice, milk and toppings for the pancakes, waffles and toast were on the table. Piper Halliwell had always been an amazing cook.
"I - uh...had to talk to...Zachariah." Christopher muttered softly as he picked at his food. He had suddenly lost his appetite.
"How is he doing?" Piper questioned again. She had found Zachariah Devon to be adorable. He was so sweet and kind and made her Peanut so happy.
"We - uh - broke off the engagement." Chris stated. Silence descended over the table at his announcement. Disbelieving eyes turned to look at the twenty-two year old.
"What! Why?" Prudence Halliwell, Phoebe's oldest, questioned with disbelief. She had also loved Zachariah, as he had been so funny and nice.
"I - I don't really..." He bit his lip and took a deep breath in before letting it out slowly. "He cheated on me." Chris finally blurted out. A stunned, disbelieving silence fell over the table as eyes wide with shock, surprise and disbelief graced their features.
"How could he do that"
"Why would he -"
"That can't be - "
"I don't believe it!"
The loud voices of Chris' family echoed in the dining room as everyone tried to talk at the same time. "Shut up!" Wyatt yelled out. It seemed to work as everyone finally settled down and went quiet. "I'm sure Chris will be more than willing to tell you what happened." He said calmly. He was always protective of his baby brother, the one brother that he spent more time with than any other sibling, as sad as that was. He just couldn't connect as well with his other siblings. Though he still got along great with his other siblings, it just wasn't the same as his relationship with Chris. They were the oldest and only two years different, which made it easy for them to get along.
'Oh boy'. Chris thought to himself with dread. 'This was not going to end well.' He felt a heavy pit settle in his stomach as he looked at the impatient and demanding faces of his family.
Don't know why I posted this or where I'm going with it, but I just suddenly had this idea and decided to write it. Perhaps it'll go somewhere, maybe it won't. Who knows? I sure as hell don't. Not yet, anyways.
Harry Potter will be coming up in the next chapter, if I continue this, which I probably will. And then it will get really interesting. This chapter, I know, was a little boring, to me anyways.
I also realize what Chris said to his ex-fiance was pretty harsh, but a lot of these 'comments' I write in my story, my own friends have actually said, or I have even said. I had a friend that said, "If you loved me. You wouldn't have acted like such a whore. Spreading your legs open at the first man that caught your attention". It was said to my friend Jeremy's, now ex-boyfriend. He comes up with some interesting remarks, most of the cruel and harsh when he's angry.
The name 'Lucifer' that I'm using in this story, has no real connection to the biblical name 'Lucifer'. Though it does come from the bible, I'm not using the name in that sense. The use of this name is only in the sense that is means 'Carrier of the light' and in this story, the triplet brother, Lucifer, is blonde haired and blue eyed, like Leo and Wyatt, but his abilities also have a reason why he was named that, as he has abilities of 'light' and 'fire'. And once again, no, it has nothing to do with the religious view.
I'm Agnostic, meaning that I believe it is impossible to know whether there is a God or Gods, or Goddesses. That I'm skeptical that their is any existence of any kind of God, Gods or Goddesses, but don't profess true atheism, like some of my relatives.
So, if you don't like the name Lucifer, because of your religious beliefs, then please, don't read this story and don't flame it. I won't read it and if I do, I'll end up deleting it anyways. I'm writing this story for the pure purpose of a sudden idea that I had.
Also, I know you probably also noticed the combination of Michael and Gabriel with Lucifer, since I used those names for the triplets. That also has no true purpose in mind except that I thought those names went well together. I've never really gone to a church before, besides twice, both times my friend invited me and so of course I'd know the names of 'Angels' and what not, but other than that, I don't know that much. Though I have taken classes to learn more on religious. They've always fascinated me.
So once again, if you don't like this story because of the name or even because of the slashyness (not a word, but I don't care), then don't read it. I don't mean to offend anyone. I'm just naming my characters with names I like, and I like the meaning of what 'Lucifer' stands for.
Reviews please! And no flames! Not for this story! Or any other story for my story. I do like people's idea suggestions and what not. But...nah, flames usually get me a little...annoyed. So if someone flames my story, or any story with slash in it, that is what ticks me off. Why read a story with slash in it, if you don't like it in the first place? I just think it's ridiculous and stupid.
Sorry about any grammar errors or anything else messed up. I re-read as much as I could.