A/N: Ages ago I had a series by this name on the website. Some people might remember it, some might not. Well I got to thinking and I have decided to write it all over again differently. It is post Hogwarts though. So, enjoy. If you didn't read my first uncompleted trilogy of this name, have fun, if you did- I hope you find it just as enjoyable!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or the television series Charmed.

Chapter One: The Discovery

Hermione Granger, 23, sat at her desk and sighed as she read the letter of complaint from Bulgaria. Apparently the English Ministry of Magic wasn't sticking to their treaty. She put it aside to show her boss on Monday and collected her robe and bag. Hermione worked on Level Five: Department of International Magical Co-operation where in her department they dealt with treaties from other countries and any other issues that need dealing with between countries.

Glancing at her watch Hermione saw she was late in meeting her friend's at Hogsmeade for the normal Friday night get together. No doubt Ginny Weasley would be annoyed with her tardiness!

"Evening Granger."

Hermione looked over at Draco Malfoy and sighed. He worked as an Auror having got of scot free from the war between good and evil. Both had a strained civilness between them due to being older, mature and working in the Ministry where both were bound to run into each other.

"Malfoy," replied Hermione as the elevator began moving to the atrium.

They both fell silent with Hermione constantly glancing at her watch in annoyance. The elevator stopped two more times before Hermione ran out of the elevator to the apperating-designated area.

"Evening Hermione!" said the security guard.

"Evening," replied Hermione before apperating to the outside of the Three Broomsticks.

With a deep breath she walked in and spotted her group of friends sitting around two tables on stools. Hermione walked over and sat beside Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom.

"You finally arrived," said Ron Weasley sliding Hermione her drink, "Took you long enough."

"Sorry. I had so much to deal with," said Hermione guiltily, "Is Ginny mad?"

"Ginny is late her self," said Harry Potter, "So you won't get scolded this time."

"What would make Ginny late? Normally she is early to this thing."

"Work?" suggested Neville.

"Hey everyone!" said Seamus Finnigan walking in with Dean Thoma and Pavarti Patil, "Sorry we're late."

"Is Ginny mad?" asked Dean.

"Ginny is late her self," spoke up Luna in her dreamy tone.

"That'd be a first," commented Pavarti as a group of former Slytherin's entered followed by Terry Boot, Hannah Abbott, and Padma Patil.

The three sat down as Ginny her self dashed in looking annoyed. She bumped into Blaise Zabini and shoved him out of her way before walking over and sitting beside her boyfriend, Harry.

"You're late," teased Hermione as Rosemerta brought over more drinks.

"Argh, Mum kept me. She is cleaning the attic out tomorrow and wants help," sighed Ginny.

"I'll help," said Harry, "I have nothing on."

"Same," said Hermione sipping her drink, "What made your Mum decide to do the clean out?"

"She wants to convert the attic into a guest bedroom. I swear, with everyone moving out we have more then enough guest rooms… but whatever tickles her fancy."

"Oh it will be fun."

Ron looked at Hermione in alarm, "Fun? What could possibly be fun with cleaning an attic out?"

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Ginny trudged down stairs the next morning to see her mother dishing breakfast up and Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna sitting at the table. Luna had become a constant presence in their life with Neville. Neville however was busy visiting his parents that day.

"Good morning," said Molly as Ginny sat beside Harry and kissed him on the cheek, "Eat up. We've got a busy day ahead of us. That attic has a lot of things that need sorting through."

"I cannot believe you talked me into this, Hermione," grumbled Ron, "I could be relaxing today, you know?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "A little work killed no one. Did it Harry?"

"Well, we survived a war. Comparing this to that makes today look like baby work," said Harry cutting into his bacon.

Twenty minutes later the five entered the attic. Molly was quickly doing some washing before coming up to help them. Harry opened the attic door and they walked in coughing a little at the swirl of dust.

"Merlin," said Harry looking at the boxes and scrolls scattered about, "Well, Ron you and I can deal with the boxes. And you ladies can ah… sort out the stuff laying about."

"Cheers," muttered Ginny as her, Hermione and Luna worked their way to the back of the attic, "There could be doxies in here… or any other creepy creature's."

"Let's put these clothes in that empty box," said Hermione yanking over the box before the three picked up the shawls and skirts and tops.

"This is pretty," said Luna holding up a gold shawl with lace edging, "It must be years old."

"I've never seen it," said Ginny looking at it curiously, "Why would Mum want to get rid of it?"

"I don't know," shrugged Hermione, "She is your mother."

Ginny nodded, "Well stick it in the box anyway, Luna."

They sorted through the clothes and stacked bits of furniture for Ron and Harry to work through.

"Argh," said Ginny looking at a trunk, "We have to move it."

She pulled her wand out to levitate it but it wouldn't budge. Hermione casted the spell with Ginny but still it wouldn't move. Even when Luna joined in it stayed in place.

"It must have a permanent sticking charm on it," said Hermione walking over and brushing some dust off it, "Hey look at this."

Ginny and Luna walked over and looked at the image. A circle with three triangles outside it. It was a curious design that none of them could place.

"Everything okay?" asked Harry walking in, "Your mum just got a letter from Fleur. She is having trouble with Bill Junior. She won't be long."

"Okay," said Ginny, "Everything's fine…"

Harry levitated three boxes out and followed them out. Hermione, Ginny, and Luna looked at the trunk curiously again.

"I've never seen it before," said Ginny, "I've been up here a few times to dump some things but… I never explored the attic."

Hermione tapped the lock on the trunk and it unlocked. The three lifted the heavy lid up and peered inside. Inside was a single scroll rolled up with a red ribbon.

"That all?" cried Ginny as Hermione pulled it out and unrolled it.

"642 Smeade Road," said Hermione frowning, "That's the road leading into Hogsmeade. Why would your mother lock this in a trunk?"

"I don't know," shrugged Ginny.

"It could be something important," suggested Luna with a shrug.

"What makes you say that?" asked Hermione curiously.

"My mother said that address before she died. She told me to never forget it and I haven't."

"Should we take a look?"

"Do you think we should?" asked Ginny frowning.

"Well, like Luna said. It could be something important."

"Let's go tomorrow. We should finish up here, like we know nothing. Put the scroll back in."

Hermione did so and shut the lid before locking it.

For the rest of the day they acted as if they hadn't found anything strange. The boys tried moving the trunk as well, but it still wouldn't budge for them either. By six that evening the attic was cleared away and ready for redecorating. Molly didn't seem at all that concerned about the permanently stuck trunk. She was however concerned as too who wiped the dust off the trunk.

"Oh I used it to lean on when standing and I slipped," said Hermione, "Sorry."

Molly just nodded and ordered everyone downstairs for a simple dinner.

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"What time tomorrow?" asked Luna quietly as the three sat in the sitting room waiting for desert to be served up.

"Nine in the morning outside Zonko's," said Hermione, "Is that fine with you both?"

Ginny and Luna nodded as Molly walked in.

"Desert!" called Molly.

"I should go," said Luna, "My father will wonder where I am. Goodbye and thankyou for dinner."

"Thankyou for helping today, Luna. Your mother was just as helpful as you."

Luna smiled at the mention of her mother and said goodbye to all before leaving. She arrived home and walked into the sitting room where her father was once again found asleep with a bottle of fire whiskey beside him.

Luna sighed; the dreamy look gone as one of sadness came over it. She grabbed the blue blanket and covered her father and took the empty bottle with her as she dimmed the lights out and wandered into the kitchen. She placed the bottle beside the other six next to the bin and cleaned up the mess her father created that night. She turned the lights out and headed up stairs to her room.

She sat on her bed and looked at the photo of her and her mother from when she was younger. Standing she changed for bed and opened her bedside draw up and pulled out a journal that was once her mother's. She tried opening it again for what was well over the hundredth time, but it wouldn't budge. With a sigh she placed it back in the draw and climbed into bed wondering what significance the address 642 Smeade Road had on her, Ginny and maybe even Hermione.

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"Morning," said Ginny as Luna arrived, "Hermione's getting herself a coffee. She can't communicate without one."

"I see," said Luna, "Bit like my father."

"What? Can't he communicate without coffee?"

"Something like that."

"Sorry!" cried Hermione running over to the pair carrying a cup of steaming coffee, "Alright. So I asked about Smeade Road and the highest numbers are close to the town. We shouldn't have to walk very far."

The three started walking and chatted about random things. Smeade Road was roughly tarred and needed repairing but not many cars travelled this way, as it was close to Hogsmeade. No muggles went through the town and if they got to close they would remember something 'urgent' that needed attention without question.

"There is 658," said Hermione pointing to a white three-story house.

"We are getting close," said Luna.

"656… argh that's an ugly one," said Ginny looking at 654.

"Ginny! Someone is outside!" cried Hermione.

"Oh well… sorry."

"I'm sure they heard you," said Hermione with an eye roll.

"You two… there it is," said Luna stopping the bicker.

The three looked up at the white two-storey house with a single window for the attic. The guttering was painted a dark blue and the garden needed dire maintenance. They walked up the stone footpath and onto the small veranda.

Hermione knocked loudly but the door opened on its own. She glanced at Ginny and Luna before pushing it open. The door creaked open as they entered an entrance hall. The floor had a thin layer of dust, as did the furniture.

"I don't think anyone lives here," said Ginny looking into the living room.

"It's looks like it's been empty for years," said Luna, "Only furniture remains."

Hermione walked through to the kitchen. Plates sat in the glass cabinets and a cauldron sat on the island bench. She looked inside and jumped back as a dead rat was decaying inside.

"Oh gross," cried Ginny as she saw it as well, "Who lived here?"

"We all want to know that," said Luna, "Let's look up stairs."

They walked out of the kitchen and up the staircase to the next floor. Four bedrooms, three with bedroom gear and the fourth had a few boxes stacked inside. They headed up the staircase again and walked into an attic.

Inside was a wardrobe, a lounge, table and some trunks placed around the sides. They walked over and opened up random trunks. Some had potion-making gear inside, books, robes, and random things.

"Last one," said Hermione opening it and peering at a book, "Historical Magic and Spells."

Hermione lifted the book out and showed Ginny and Luna.

"It has the same markings as the trunk in the attic at home," said Ginny as Hermione placed it on the table.

The three knelt around the table as Hermione opened it and flipped through the pages before finding a page entitled.

"Past Power of Three," said Hermione frowning, "These names go back to the medieval times… right up till near our time… oh my Merlin."

"What?" cried Ginny and Luna leaning forward.

"Gertrude Milton, Lindsay Andrews, and Jessica West. Jessica West is my grandmother!"

Ginny looked alarmed, "Umm... Lindsay was my grandmother."

The two looked at Luna. She nodded.

"Gertrude was my Nan."

Hermione looked down at the next set of names and almost fainted, "Willow Davies, Molly Carver and Lynette Crais. That's my mother… Lynette."

"And my mother," said Ginny looking confused, "You mother as well, Luna?"

Luna nodded, "What does this mean?"

"I don't know," said Hermione flipping to the front page, "It says:

"This book is being created to ensure that our accent and powerful magic runs through the earth for the long years to come. The Power of Three is nothing to enter lightly. Unlocking this magic will mean following the destiny trial that the Power of Three are meant to take without question.

"Accepting this quest, will cast the magic into your veins and that of your children, should you not die before having children. Denying them knowledge of their destiny is unwise, should you back away from your own destiny. In time they will learn of their destiny and have no choice but to accept what is to come for their living years ahead."

"I'm confused," said Ginny, "What does this mean?"

"What it says."

The three looked up in alarm to see Lynette Granger and Molly Weasley standing in the doorway. Both looked guilty, yet worried at what their daughter's and Luna had discovered.

"Mum?" frowned Hermione, "What are you doing here?"

"Perhaps we should go down stairs," said Molly, "Sitting down would be a better way to listen to our explanation of what we have hidden from you three."

Hermione, Ginny, and Luna stood with Hermione carrying the thick ancient book with her and headed down stairs. Molly waved her wand and cleared the dust and musky scent away before looking around and smiling at Lynette.

"Oh it has been a very long time," said Lynette hugging Molly.

"Too long, Lynette. At least the spell lasted letting us know when… people would come along," replied Molly.

"What is happening?" cried Ginny, "Mrs Granger is a muggle, mum. Not a witch."

"Actually I am a witch," said Lynette glancing at a paled Hermione, "Please, sit you three."

Hermione, Ginny, and Luna walked around and sat on the three seater green lounge as Molly and Lynette sat on the single seaters.

"My bloodline was pure until my mother married a muggle. Three years before that, my mother, Molly's, and Willow's stumbled across that book you are holding, Hermione. They found it by mere accident at Hogwarts in the restricted section. They all thought it would be fun. But learnt wrong when they were faced with the consequences to accepting to be the Power of Three. For years they fought numerous evils. Then when myself, Molly and Willow turned 17 we were informed by our mother's of what we were to do. We were reluctant, knowing what our mother's went through. But it was our turn to face evil and keep the world at peace. This was before Voldemort's time."

"But… why did you stop?" asked Ginny, "What made you back away from it?"

"Our last battle," said Molly with a sigh, "That was in Egypt. Three Egyptian Princess Witches were awakened. They were beginning to cause havoc and we thought we were destined to stop them. But we weren't. We managed to put them to sleep but it is only time before another tourist reads the inscription and wakens the Princesses. What made us gave it up was… Lynette nearly died in the battle. After that, we knew it was too dangerous to continue and we didn't want this life for you three. So we went our separate ways. Lynette took up the muggle life, I married Arthur, and dear Willow married your father Luna."

"We had hoped that you three wouldn't be friends, as nasty as it sounds. But I guess the secret bond of your powers brought you together in it's own way," said Lynette.

"What happens now?" asked Hermione, "Now that we know, can we walk away from it?"

"You can try. But eventually you will have to accept it."

"Then what do we do?" asked Ginny looking from Lynette to Molly.

"Read the acceptance spell," said Molly quietly, "And you will be bound together officially as the next Power of Three."

Hermione turned the page and pointed to the spell. She handed the book to Ginny who sat in the middle and Ginny held it so they all could see.

"Ancient powers of the great and bold,

Come to me in this time of new and old,

Bind us as one with this gift,

We promise to never go adrift,

With these powers we will stand,

As the Power of Three hand in hand."

All three suddenly stood up as around each of them their powers swirled before entering them through their chests. On their right wrists formed the black marking of the circle with the triangles, which were now touching at their tips, binding them together.

The three looked at each other in confusion.

"What are our powers?" asked Ginny, "Or are we just really skilled witches?"

"You are skilled witches with unique power," said Molly, "Ginny you can freeze things and blow them up. Luna, you are like your mother no doubt. You have telekinesis and can move quickly."

"Hermione you have premonitions and can levitate," said Lynette only Hermione paled.

"Levitate? I hate heights!"

"So," said Ginny ignoring Hermione's complaint, "What now?"

"You will be trained."

"By who?"

"We were trained by Jeff. There is a whole other strand to magic. You have your ordinary witches and wizards like your brother's, Ginny," explained Molly, "Then you have the extreme. Which is you three and the unknowns."

"Huh?" asked Hermione.

"They specialise in situations like this. We don't know the full details. Jeff says they are picked for their talent with magic and ability to handle… stressful situations like this. No doubt they know you three have accepted your destiny and been given your powers. So you will probably have your helper here by tomorrow."

"Here?" said Ginny.

"This is your home. You live here until you think you are ready to move out but still maintain the ability to commit to the Power of Three."

"Oh."

The three fell silent, as did Molly and Lynette.

"Do we tell people?" asked Ginny as Luna sat down quietly lost in her thoughts.

"Well only close trustworthy people," said Molly, "Like your family and Harry."

"What about work? Socializing?"

"You can still do that with balancing. Life is no longer normal. You will be bound to face your first battle soon."

"Great," sighed Hermione with a fake cheerfulness, "Why did I accept?"

"It will be great!" said Ginny turning to face Hermione and Luna with a smile before frowning at Luna, "Luna? What's wrong?"

"I have to live here."

"We all do."

"But my father… I can't leave him," said Luna looking at Ginny, "He… he needs me."

"Luna, you are bound to move out sometime."

"I know."

"He'll be fine."

"No he won't! He… he has a problem," muttered Luna looking down at her hands.

"What type of problem?" asked Hermione softly.

"He drinks a lot and he can barely look after himself."

"Have you thought of putting him in rehab?"

Luna nodded, "But I'm scared he will hate me for it."

"Or maybe he is waiting for you to tell him he needs help. Maybe he is too scared to do it on his own," said Ginny quietly.

"You think?"

The two nodded not seeing Molly and Lynette leave the house quietly.

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Luna signed the form with tears trickling down her face and handed it to the receptionist who handed Luna a tissue.

"You are doing this for a good reason Ms Lovegood," she said, "We will send two people around tonight. You will not be able to have any contact with your father for three days. After that you can only send him letters for a week before being able to come in for a weekly visit."

Luna nodded, "Okay."

She turned and walked over to Hermione and Ginny and gave them a watery smile.

"It's for the best. I can run the Quibbler on my own while he is getting better," said Luna with a firm nod.

"I guess we should go face family," said Ginny, "We need to tell them."

Hermione nodded looking as nervous as Ginny, "I have to umm go see my Dad. He needs to know about me… so you have to face your own family Ginny."

"And I have to tell Dad about me," added Luna.

The three hugged and left separately with individual cracks.

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"Have you told Dad?" asked Hermione arriving behind her mother, "Does he even know you're witch?"

"He does. He agreed to keep it quiet for the obvious reasons," said Lynette as Hermione gave her an annoyed look, "I knew you would pry me for question's about my magical life. Mother knows everything about her daughter."

"Ha, you don't know that I'm not a virgin," chuckled Hermione.

"When?"

"Ages ago. Does Dad know about me?"

"Not yet. That is why I am cooking his favourite meal. Pork chops, roast potatoes, bean's, and carrots with thick gravy."

"Dessert?"

"Pecan Danish pie with creamy vanilla ice cream."

Hermione smiled, "Buttering Dad up I see. Sneaky."

"Well, I need to ease the blow."

"Will he take it that bad?"

Lynette sighed, "Honey he knows what I went through. To know his own daughter will have to face the same will be hard on him."

"What does Hermione have to face?"

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"How can I tell them about me?" cried Ginny to her mother as she followed her around the kitchen, "They don't even know about you! Does Dad know?"

"Yes, of course your father knows. I was dating him while I was one of the Power of Three. The Charmed Ones he called us," chuckled Molly.

"Well you have to help me. I inherited this from you, after all."

Molly sighed and looked at Ginny sternly, "Ginerva, I intend on help you discuss this topic with your brother's and Harry. I am simply evading the topic because they are due home any moment. It would be a complete disaster if they arrived home and heard you raving on about it. Full stomachs will make them less likely to freak out."

"Okay, okay. I just need to make sure. That's all. I'll go pack my things," said Ginny before looking at her marked wrist, "And work out a way to cover this up without suspicion."

"Suspicion of what?" asked Harry walking into the kitchen frowning.

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Luna knocked on her father's office door and he greeted her with a smile. She walked in and sat down in the spare seat.

"Checking tomorrow's edition?" asked Luna.

"Yes. Double checking for mistakes and what not," replied her father, "Your mother always made me do it. She was a perfectionist."

Luna smiled, "What else was Mum like? Was she special?"

Her father looked up and smiled, "Very special. More special then most people knew. Only a few knew how special your mother was."

"What made her so special?"

"Many things. She was very kind hearted like you. That was one main thing."

"What else?" pried Luna hiding her wrist.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Well, she was my mother. I want to know everything about her."

Her father looked at her curiously before saying, "What did you learn about her Luna?"

A/N: Well, the first chapter. What do you all think? Let me know!

Until next time…

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