Summary: Harry Potter, Vanquisher of Voldemort, healer in training… long lost twin? When Harry is summoned across the globe into an attic, he never expected to be drawn into a world of demons, love, and finding something he never thought he would have again. Charmed x Harry Potter crossover. SLASH.
Pairings: HP/? RW/HG PIH/LW PA/H PH/CU
Disclaimed: I do not own Harry Potter or Charmed, nor do I own the characters. I HAVE NO CLAIM. Which is sad.
Note: Here's something that has been bothering me for a while now. Let me know what you think, if I should continue it. I am working on MWS, so it should be out soon. I don't know when I will update really, but I will finish the stories, even if it takes years!
Chapter 2: Deep Breaths
He looked up into the woman's chocolate brown eyes and said straight "I am not Charles Weston Halliwell, I am Harry James Potter. You have the wrong person."
He woman's brow furrowed and she looked more closely at Harry, when she noticed the slightly faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead her eyes widened in surprise. She took a step back.
Harry wanted to cover his ears. Damn, she had a set of lungs on her. Harry sighed, this wasn't going well.
"Look, you have the wrong person, so I'm just going to leave." Harry said to the woman just as a woman with long dark hair came running into the room. Harry decided it was the best time to leave and tried to apperate away… only to be held in place when hands fell on his shoulders. Harry started to panic he pulled away from the hands only to hit into a firm body behind him. Battle instincts kicked in and he elbowed the person behind him in the stomach and rolled out of their reach. Hand flicking for his missing wand.
"Charlie! What are you doing?" the woman, he assumed Piper, who he had elbowed asked from her bowed over position.
The first woman he had met looked a bit frustrated. "That's what I called you for, apparently, that's," she pointed to Harry, "not Charlie." She turned to him and held her hands up, "look I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to find out where Charlie is and why you were summoned. Or if you really are Charlie but you forgot… somehow. Anyways! Stand still." She looked back at Piper and gave a grin "man Piper, you getting old or what? Being taken down by a teenager!" the woman started giggling.
Harry looked and felt utterly confused. Taking a deep breath and counting to three, he did what he thought was the safest move and with one last look at the people in front of him, apperated away without hindrance. As he left he heard a started cry of outrage. He mentally grinned to himself. Ha! Serves you right! He thought smugly and a little childishly.
Harry felt like a complete idiot. Three years had passed since he destroyed Voldemort and apparently he was getting rusty. He couldn't believe he was kidnapped so easily and out of his own home! What had happened to the wards?
Harry decided that he would check them later that day, after he had a shower. He started walking out of the alley and down a street, only to realize he had no idea where he was. He had been planning to just apperate back into his house, but obviously something had gone wrong. He was looking down a row of identical townhouses and could honestly say he was lost.
He apperated again, thinking of the alley near his house, only to end up in a park he still didn't know. Luckily he had apperated behind a bush and no one had seen him. Honestly, what on Merlin's beard was going on? He decided it would be better to find out where he was and go from there, even if it meant walking home.
That was until he discovered the sign "Now leaving San Francisco."
"Oh, Merlin's balls!"
Somehow, somehow, he had been transported to another, entire, freaking continent!
Harry was sitting in a cute little café he had come across in his wonderings. After finding out he was in San Francisco, in AMERICA, he had decided the best thing to do right now, was to find a Wizarding community. Easier said than done, that was for sure. He had no idea where he was supposed to look. Or even if there was a community in San Francisco, for all he knew there could possibly not even be one in this state!
So after coming to this conclusion, he had decided to take a seat at the café, transfigure some money from tree leaves, and bought himself a nice cup of earl grey tea.
He took a sip and sighed.
He had no idea what he was going to do. The only thing he could think of was to go back to the house he escaped and demand to be sent back.
Which was a great, well not great but a plan, all until he tried to apperate in just to be bounced off some kind of shield. Of course there would be a ward blocking people from getting in. Why, it would be too easy then!
Harry pulled himself out of the hedge he had landed in, dusted himself off and with a huff and went to knock on the door.
He was wondering if maybe they had left to search for the other guy until he saw a shadow coming closer. He took a deep breath… and got surrounded by white lights again and was falling to his knees.
Harry just lay there thinking that maybe he should just stay still. One thing for sure, he was getting motion sickness. It is just not good for the body to keep getting yanked everywhere without warning! And he had just come to the damn house and was going to use the door! Harry took another deep breath, no need for his magic to destroy the place, even if it was getting mighty tempting.
He kept his eyes closed and pushed himself up so he was sitting with his legs crossed. He ran his hand over his face and sighed. With his hand covering his one eye his other startling green eye opened and he observed his surroundings wearily.
He couldn't say he was surprised to find himself back in the attic, only this time with the addition of one female and three males.
The three girls seemed to be holding potion bottles and he could only begin to imagine what was in them. He didn't need to be an empath to know that they were cautious of him and weren't taking any chances. Harry felt like sighing again.
"Hi again, look, I was just at the door, no need to go pulling me around the place." Harry said with a tired voice that was laced with a bit of anger, because really, they need to have some patience.
The three girls looked at each other, then at the males. They all turned to look back at him. Harry felt like asking if they expected him to do something… although to be fair he did elbow the dark haired one. Harry raised his hands. "I was just wondering if you could send me back home. I don't have any money and I don't know where the nearest Wizarding place is. Although now that I think about it you could probably tell me" He looked up at them, they were giving him weird looks "Right, it would probably be easier for all if you just send me back." He said with a nod.
The three girls, Harry thought that they must be related somehow, looked at each other and seemed to be communicating with their eyes. He, Hermione and Ron do it all the time, drives people mad, now he understood. While he waited for the verdict he noticed a comfy looking couch off to the side of the room and moved to go sit on it. He got about two steps before he hit a wall and was stuck by electricity.
Harry grimaced as he took a step bad. Not as bad as the Cruciatus Curse but not a walk in the park either.
"What the hell was that" he asked the people staring at him, his accent getting a little thicker. He noticed that since he had entered the attic, he assumed it was an attic, no one had said a word. He wondered if there was a silencer up but noticed that no one's mouths moved.
Harry was starting to get really angry. All he wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and go to bed. It had been a long training session and he had had to get up early today to take care of paper work at Gringotts. Apparently he inherited some stock and business's that he could only take over once he reached the age of nineteen, which had happened last month. Now, he was stuck across the pond with some random kidnappers who weren't even talking to him!
He took a deep breath. Hermione had insisted on him taking some anger management classes much to his embarrassment. But they helped. Right about now he was about to say screw it and start blowing things up. He hated silence, or people keeping things from him, or just plain ignoring him when he was talking to them! Deep breath.
Finally the shortest girl with fire red hair decides to talk.
"Okay, say we believe you that you really are this Harry Potter. Then why are you here and where is Charlie?" She asks him with a straight face and a demanding attitude.
Harry is still for a moment, and then he just feels like blowing everything up and screaming in rage.
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As mentioned in this chapter Harry is 19 years old. To be exact he is 19 and 31 days old. We get to meet some of our favorite characters next chapter and Harry and the Charmed Ones go head to head. Tempers run high and with things going Kaboom... well it's gonna get messy.
Next Chapter: Harry blows things up, people finally start talking. Oh! and Cupid made Cookies.
TILL NEXT TIME!