“But the Wizarding world doesn’t mix with ours. They separated themselves thousands of years ago.”

“Yes, well, they both come from the same magic. They just developed it differently,” the Elder argued with Leo. “This is a good opportunity for magical beings to cooperate Leo. And we want you to. So select the students you want to take. Select a substitute for you here, and if you could please take your wife with you so you can protect the children better I’d appreciate that.”

“That would be separating the power of three.”

“We haven’t needed the power of three since the Charmed Ones vanquished the Triad but if our predictions are right, something worse than the Triad is retuning and both Wizarding and Wiccan worlds will need to unite to vanquish this evil.”

“Returning?” Leo asked frowning.

“Yes, Voldemort.”

“We didn’t interfere with Voldemort the first time and they got rid of him.” Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The Charmed Ones had accidently gotten in Voldemort’s way a few times when tracking other demons, but Voldemort had been smart enough not to pursue them and they had left the Wizarding world deal with their own problems themselves. After all, Voldemort was a Wizard, an evil one, but a Wizard nonetheless. A human, and their laws didn’t condone murder. And so Voldemort had to be dealt the same way as criminals in the mortal world were dealt with, by the authorities of his world. But the destruction he had caused had brought the issue to the Elders more than once if an exception shouldn’t be made. Voldemort wasn’t just creating death and destruction; he was also risking exposing magic with his destruction.

“That was just a respite, and our predictions say he may come back even more powerful.”

Leo nodded, he understood. If Voldemort came back even worse than before than there might be no alternative than to interfere. That they hadn’t interfered didn’t mean they hadn’t known the destruction Voldemort caused. That had been one of his doubts when choosing James and Lily, but he had had no other choice.

“I assume you want one of the students to be Wyatt, since you plan on me taking Piper?”

“Yes, he won’t be old enough to participate but being your son will be excuse enough for him to be there with you. We especially would like you to help protect The-Boy-Who-Lived. There is a prophecy surrounding him and the destruction of Voldemort. He might be vital in this battle and therefore he will be a target for Voldemort and his men.”

Leo nodded; they didn’t know much about the Boy-Who-Lived except that he had defeated Voldemort when he was a baby. They didn’t even know his name. But he was famous in the Wizarding World, so finding out who he was wouldn’t be hard.

“I’ll ask Paige to cover for me.”

---

“Doesn’t Tri-Wizard imply three schools not four?” Piper asked and Leo smiled.

“Yes, but they are making an exception this time. The invitation came from their side. The Headmaster of Hogwarts thought that a better understanding of different magical ways of life would bring more tolerance and he managed to convince the other Heads.”

“I understand Leo. But I don’t know,” Piper sighed. Magic School had been mostly on their hands ever since Paige took over and then Leo. Well, except for the time when the demons had taken over, but since they reclaimed it the Elders had very little to do with it. And they liked it that way. They wanted to not only teach the younger generations their magic but protect them from the Elders’ manipulations. And doing something they asked was just grating on her nerves. The Charmed Ones still worked with them more for the “keep your enemies closer” sake than because they trusted him. The whole business with Chris being the final nail that made them all give up on them. Especially Leo, who had done it in quite a spectacular way. “I can’t see them accepting us easily and our kids could be in danger. Most of them rely on one power only and casting spells, spells that need a rhyme. Not just a word and a swish of a wand.”

“Actually they could learn to focus their magic that way. We all originate from the same magic, but along the way some witches weren’t satisfied with not being able to use their magic freely and broke with the Elders creating the Wizarding community and training their magic differently. That’s why I chose one of them to take care of him. Because I knew he’d be able to focus his magic that way.” Even though they had wards inside the manor preventing any magical eavesdropping, or unauthorized orbing (Odin was not a happy Elder when he tried to orb in unannounced and landed with his butt on the front porch), they were always careful when referring to Chris.

Piper nodded and smiled, “And he’d be at Hogwarts wouldn’t he?”

“Fourth year,” he smiled back. “And no one could question if we got close to one of their students. Especially him being the son of a former charge? Especially since they specifically asked us to keep an eye on the Boy-Who-Lived, who’s the same age. What better way than asking help from people we’ve known?” Leo asked innocently.

Piper’s smile widened, “Call Paige. I’ll ask Phoebe and Coop to take over for me at P3”

---

“Wow, the famous Twice-Blessed and Victor Krum!” the blond said again and Wyatt was starting to get annoyed. He wasn’t even seated at the table with him but unfortunately he was at the next one and the blond seemed to think speaking loud enough to get his attention would be enough. Wyatt ignored him, he had gotten bad vibes from him anyway. He turned around to answer a question from the boy next to him, Cedric Diggory he said his name was.

“So, are you entering?”

“Not old enough, I just came because my dad’s the Headmaster at Magic School and my mom was coming with him. Apparently they don’t trust me alone with the house, no idea why,” he grinned cheekily and the other boy chuckled. The schools had arrived earlier that night. Durmstrang and Beuaxbatons with a flashy show each. The Magic School students just being orbed to the front gates by Wyatt, Paige and a few Elders who, all except Wyatt ,had left. It had been rather funny to inconspicuously walk to the group of students and teachers. All set up in organized lines, speculating how they would arrive. Wyatt had approached a couple of read haired twins who were trying to convince a few first years that they would all fly dragons here and the dragons would torch them all, when he had just said:

“But mum forbade me of conjuring them ages ago!”

 One of the twins turned around, “Bloke don’t ruin the taunting,” when he just stopped. Took a look at Wyatt’s outfit (the students had forgone the robes they usually wore over their clothes for the trip) and asked: “Where did you came from?”

“The front gate,” Wyatt shrugged. “We walked.”

“You walked?” the little first year said disappointed. “But what about the dragons?”

“We orbed before walking if that helps. Besides, mom has expressly forbidden me of conjuring dragons. Such a nag!”

By then they had missed his father approaching Dumbledore and shaking the man’s hand. He did not miss the bellow of “WYATT MATHEW where the hell are you!” from his mother that made him want to just be swallowed by the earth. Woman! They just got here and she had to go and embarrass him like that! The twins had snickered but had patted him sympathetically saying something about:

“Makes us miss home doesn’t it George?”

Upon entering Leo had told his students to spread through the house tables however they pleased. Wyatt had been a little lost, after all he was the only one in his age group. All the other students had their friends as buffers. One of the Hogwarts’ students saw him looking lost and invited him to seat at the Hufflepuff table. The student had been Cedric Diggory.

“I bet scar face is green with envy. No one will care about him now,” the blond said out loud and Diggory turned back angrily.

“Shut up Malfoy! Potter never gave a damn about his celebrity. I bet he’s relieved,” turning back to face the table he murmured, “Git.”

“Potter?” Wyatt asked his interest picking up. He had felt his brother in the room but for the life of him he couldn’t find him. And he had memorized that only picture they had of him at 22. So yes, he’d be younger, but he wouldn’t change that much. Would he?

“Yes, Harry Potter, you know The-Boy-Who-Lived. Malfoy’s jealous of him. Word is Potter was smart enough to turn down an offer of friendship from Malfoy and ever since Malfoy doesn’t waste a chance to dig at him. But Harry is very shy, keeps to himself. Great Quidditch player.”

“Boy-Who-Lived, you mean the kid who vanquished that Voldemort guy?”

Cedric jumped in fright, “What did you go and say his name for?”

“You mean Voldemort?”

“Stop that!”

“Isn’t it his name?”

“Yes, but we don’t say it. Sheesh, just don’t,” Cedric fanned himself. “Anyway. Yes. Didn’t you know?”

“Not the kid’s name, no. We just got the condensed version. That V- the bad guy,” he rolled his eyes clearly stating what he thought when Cedric was about to flinch again. “killed a couple and when he tried to kill their son the curse rebounded on him for unknown reasons,” which Wyatt was now starting to think might be because Chris might have had a shield like him. Though his parents didn’t know what powers Chris had for sure. They did admit future Chris never said anything about his powers. Just that he didn’t have them in the womb. But Potter was a common name, as was Harry. And deep down Wyatt didn’t want his brother to be the Boy-Who-Lived because that would mean two things: 1- Voldemort would be after him. 2-His adoptive parents had died, and that not only complicated things because they were supposed to explain everything to him, but that meant they didn’t know if he was being taken proper care of. “So his name is Harry Potter, what were his parents’ names?”

“James and Lily.” Oh, shit.

---

“Your boy seems to be making friends,” Dumbledore said nodding towards Wyatt and Cedric. Piper and Leo smiled at him and she said, “He was always outgoing.” Her eyes started scanning the room again, but there were so many students that it was impossible to find Chris in the sea of bent heads, all wearing the same uniform. Right now, Piper wanted nothing more than to forbid uniforms in the whole world.

“Yes, the Twice-Blessed,” the man that was introduced as the Head of Slytherin sneered and Piper glared at him. “Just what we needed. Another hyphenated hero that has done nothing to be hailed yet.”

“That’s my son you’re talking about,” Piper hissed at him and Leo was glaring daggers.

“Don’t mind Severus. That is just his way,” Dumbledore tried to placate the tempers. He wanted the Charmed Ones as allies not enemies.

“I bet he is just as arrogant as Potter,” Snape continued despite Dumbledore’s warning glare. “Strutting around the castle as if he owned the place. Just as arrogant as his father.”

But by now Leo and Piper’s attention had gone from being offended to curious.

“Potter?” Leo asked. “As in Lily Potter’s son?”

“Yes, little prince that he is, thinking himself better than everyone just because he is the Boy Who Lived-“

“Oh, Severus, do shut up,” McGonagall snapped. “You never bothered to actually see the boy and not his father. Harry is a sweet boy. He doesn’t even like the attention.”

“Oh, no. Then why does he have his little friends call him by another name?”

“Christopher is his second name!” Hagrid defended. “Lily and James always called him Chris. I told him that meself. He didn’t even know it before he came to Hogwarts.“

“So he is Lily Evans Potter’s son?” Leo asked again. “You said he is the Boy Who Lived?” Please say no, please say no, Leo begged.

“What’s it to you?” Snape sneered.

“She was my charge, before I became an Elder. I haven’t had news from her since she had her son. I knew he’d be attending Hogwarts and thought I’d ask for her.”

“Well, she’s dead.” Snape said drily and got up leaving the table and two open mouthed Leo and Piper. Piper stared at Leo and he knew she was thinking the same as him. If the Potter’s where dead and Chris was the Boy-Who-Lived, their plan had failed spectacularly.