Summary: 11-year old Chris is invited to Hogwarts, the magical school that his brother has been going to for the past two years. In this school, he befriends Harry Potter and goes through many adventures that he had never dreamed of having. Set in the changed future.

A/N: HPCharmed x-over. It's AU, set in Harry Potter's time. Wyatt's already been at Hogwarts for two years, and the two brothers are really close.

I do not own.

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"Why do you fight me?" a cold voice hissed angrily. "Why do you defy me?" The man's hand raised and Chris felt himself fly into the cold rocky wall of the Underworld. "You of all people! Don't make me kill you like I did all of them."

Chris got up unsteadily, wincing as he jarred his injured shoulder. "Stop this insanity Wyatt!"

"Why should I? Don't tell me you still believe in good and evil Chris," Wyatt said icily. "How could you, especially since our mother was killed by a 'good force'?" He raised his hand and closed his fist, choking his brother telekinetically. "No, foolish brother, there is only power."

Chris clawed at his throat uselessly, his mind blank with desperation and panic. Black dots danced across his vision as his lungs begged for oxygen. In a desperate act, he swept his hand in the air, causing his brother to fly away into the opposite wall. He dropped onto the ground, breathing heavily. Getting up, he quickly tried to escape the anti-orbing room.

"Chris, wake up!" An insistent voice cut into his subconscious.

"Oh no you don't, you brat!" Wyatt growled and telekinetically threw Chris away from the exit.

Chris landed hard on the ground close to Wyatt. He groaned in pain. Using his left, uninjured arm, he propped himself up, facing his standing brother bravely. He glared at him defiantly. "Don't make me fight you Wyatt. I don't want to, but if I have to, I will."

Wyatt laughed at him. "You think you stand a chance against me? You've grown more idiotic than you were before, hanging around 'the Resistance'."

"Chris, wake up! You're going to hurt yourself!" The same insistent voice broke in.

"I'll turn you if it's the last thing I do," Wyatt growled. "But first, I'll teach you a lesson for defying me." He held his hands in front of him. "Excalibur!" In a swirl of purple orbs, the prophetic sword appeared in his hands.

Chris stared at the sword, fear striking up his spine. He begged his body to run, to do anything to get away from his insane brother. His body refused to move, and instead stayed still, his eyes never leaving the maniacal glint in the elder Halliwell's eyes. Panic swelled inside him…

"Chris! Crap, mom!!"

The sword came down, slashing him across his chest.

Pain… white hot pain. Chris cried out, his left hand involuntarily pressed against the new wound.

Get out! His mind screamed. Get up and get out! Run!

The sword came again, and again, and again, in an unstoppable cycle. Slash, pain, blood…

"Stop!" he cried out weakly, his body shivering with the pain and blood loss. Blackness started to creep into his vision. "Wyatt, stop!"

The sword stopped coming, and for a moment, Chris felt the hope that Wyatt would really stop. He was then suddenly flung across the room. His back met the rock wall again, but he could hardly feel his bruised back with all the pain across his chest.

"Oh god! Chris, stop! Honey wake up!"

He felt himself rising from the floor, held up by an invisible force. His brother's icy blue eyes stared at him.

"Don't be so weak Chris," he said. "Begging doesn't help you at all. We Halliwells shouldn't be so weak."

"Piper, what's going on?"

Chris felt himself choking again and his mind went into overload in panic. Blood poured down his chest in thick rivulets and his lungs cried out for lack of oxygen. He hardly noticed his brother raising Excalibur again.

"Chris!"

"I do hope you learn your lesson after this, dear brother," Wyatt sneered. He stabbed his brother right the stomach. Chris' scream got caught in his choking throat.

Blinding pain… so much pain. Everywhere… panic, terror… desperation for death… desperation for freedom.

A white blinding light shone around him and Chris felt the pain going away… fading away. And he was suddenly catapulted through…

Chris sat up suddenly, awake from his nightmare. His breathing was harsh, and his hands immediately went to his stomach.

"Chris!" his brother's worried voice rang out. Chris looked over and saw Wyatt – a different, younger one than the one in his dream – at his doorway with his parents looking on in worry.

It was then he realized that most of the stuff in his room were flying around him. He forced himself to calm down and his stuff all came crashing down.

His family rushed to his side immediately. "Are you alright?" His mother asked anxiously. "You didn't hurt yourself right?"

He nodded, unable to speak for the moment. He breathed in deeply for a moment before answering, "I'm fine mom."

"God," Wyatt muttered, running his hand through his blonde hair. "You gave us such a big scare, brat."

Chris froze at hearing his brother's playful nickname for him, remembering how it was said in cold malice before. His father, who was still looking for any signs of an injury, noticed his brief panic.

"What was that?" Leo asked worriedly.

"His – mine… memory," Chris replied, referring to the memories of the future him that came back to save Wyatt. He inherited them just a little under half a year ago, when he was on the verge of death when a darklighter had shot him twice. "I don't know… bigger me?"

Piper sighed wearily. "I wish I knew how to get rid of them," she muttered.

"It's okay mom," Chris said. "They've helped me before. Remember, when that demon attacked and information wasn't in the Book of Shadows?"

"Yeah," Leo said. "But they've done more harm than good."

Chris struggled to sit up and his brother instantaneously helped him. "Thanks," he breathed to Wyatt.

"No problem," Wyatt replied. "Wanna tell us what the memory was of?"

Chris shifted his eyes, avoiding his brother's warm – not icy – blue eyes. 'That future is gone, idiot,' he scolded himself. He sighed. "Not really," he responded. At his family's worried and insistent looks, he said, "Please. Maybe later, but not now. My head's still jumbled up."

The trick worked like magic. Piper and Leo both got up. "Okay, peanut. I'll go make some of my soup for you okay? You go rest up," Piper said, kissing Chris' forehead.

"Kay mom."

His father gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and a big bear hug. Then, he kissed Chris on the side of his head before following Piper out.

Chris turned to Wyatt, expecting him to leave too, but Wyatt stayed and snorted when Chris stared at him. "Come on Chris. I know you better than that. Our link, remember?" He motioned towards his head.

Chris rolled his eyes. "What are we? Conjoined twins? Leave me alone."

Wyatt grinned, but it faded nearly instantly when he realized what his brother was trying to do. "Stop changing the subject, Chris."

"Sorry," Chris said. "It's not possible that you know what's going on in my head. The connection is based solely on how strong our bond as brothers is. And, for the last two years, we've only seen each other on holidays, and well that time I nearly died, but that's beside the point." Wyatt looked like he was going to interject but Chris spoke before his brother could interrupt him. "So the connection isn't nearly as strong as it was before, meaning you shouldn't be able to sneak into my mind like that."

"Yeah," Wyatt said, frowning. "Except our bond isn't so weak that I can't tell when you're lying or not. I know you're hiding something, but I just don't know what. Tell me Chris."

Chris rolled his eyes, doing all he could to suppress the aftermath fear of his nightmare. "You know Wy, there's a reason why I haven't told you already. It's because I don't want to. Now leave me be."

Wyatt scowled. "11 year olds shouldn't have such a smart mouth."

"They can when it's an eleven year old with 23 years worth of extra memory," Chris quipped. At the mention of the memories, Wyatt sighed and sat down beside his brother. Chris raised an eyebrow. "Wy?"

"I agree with mom," Wyatt said quietly. "I don't like that you have his memories. It's like you're not a kid anymore. I mean, when you woke up, you seemed to have aged so much. You lost that air of innocence and… I don't like that. I hate it."

Chris stared at him, at lost of what to say. "I… if future-me didn't fuse with me, I would've died Wyatt."

"I know," the blonde witch said. "I just wished the memories didn't have to come." He laughed bitterly almost. "I just wished I was there, to protect you. I should've known. I should've listened to my senses when they screamed that you were in danger."

"Wy, you're thirteen! I doubt you could've done much."

"Well I'm supposed to be the twice-blessed witch. You know the one that was practically prophesized. The next King Arthur. And I couldn't save my younger brother, though sometimes I feel like the younger sibling," Wyatt said scowling.

"Well, you do act less mature," Chris said grinning.

"Yeah? Well at least I act my age," Wyatt snapped.

Chris rolled his eyes. "I can't help it Wy," he said casually, although he couldn't hide the hurt that flashed across his face from his brother.

"Sorry," Wyatt said. An awkward silence settled on the room. Wyatt sighed, desperate to break the uncomfortable tension. "So… are you up to telling me about the memory?"

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"Wyatt! Chris!" Piper yelled. "Come down! It's time for breakfast!"

"Okay mom!" Came the simultaneous reply. A brief moment of silence passed before Piper heard a crash and a string of curses.

"What the hell Wy?!"

"Move your ass."

"Why you!"

"Boys!" Piper yelled again.

"Sorry."

Both of them came down the stairs a moment later, Wyatt smirking and Chris glaring. Piper rolled her eyes and motioned for them to sit down and eat their pancakes. "Watch your language next time."

"Yes mom."

"I mean it."

"Okay."

Piper sighed, exasperated. She didn't know why she even bothered. They never listen anyway. She walked past a stack of letters when she suddenly remembered. "Oh yeah. Chris, you got your acceptance letter from Hogwarts today."

Chris nearly choked on his pancakes. "What?!"

"Oh come on," Wyatt said rolling his eyes. "You seriously didn't think that you wouldn't get an invitation right?"

Chris straightened up and snatched his letter from his mother. "Well I thought it had something to do with your twice-blessed-ness."

"Well it doesn't," Wyatt said stuffing his face with pancakes. "By the way, these are awesome mom."

"Thanks sweetie," Piper said cleaning up her dishes. "Are you sure you want to go?"

"Yeah," Chris said excitedly. "I mean it's one thing I could be better than Wyatt at."

"Hey!" Wyatt scowled. "Just to let you know, I happen to be a very good wizard."

Chris laughed. "Sure Wy."

Piper smiled at the brothers, her back leaning against the counter. Doubt still nagged her mind; she didn't want to let her youngest go, especially after what happened a few months ago.

"Calm down mom," Chris muttered. "I'm fine. Alive, and well."

Piper scowled. "What did I say about reading my mind? It's personal space!"

"Sorry," Chris said. "But it's true. You can't exactly keep me caged in the house until I'm eighteen or something. Besides, wasn't Wyatt in danger before, because he's the twice-blessed one, and Gideon wanted to kill him? He's going to Hogwarts!"

"That's beside the point Chris," Wyatt said.

"No it isn't!"

"Wyatt can protect himself," Piper argued, though the instant the words left her mouth, she regretted it.

Chris' eyes flashed with hurt. "Thank you. What am I, compared to the great twice-blessed?" Scowling, he orbed out of the room, with his pancakes unfinished.

"Chris!" Wyatt said, reaching out to grab his brother, but he was too late. "Dammit!" Angrily he turned to his mother. "Great job!"

Piper sighed and sat down. "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about him. Can you sense him?"

Wyatt closed his eyes. "Yeah. He's at the Golden Bridge." When his mother grabbed his arm, Wyatt gently removed it. "I better go alone."

"What?!" Piper said angrily. "Why?!"

"He's feeling agitated right now," Wyatt said, avoiding his mother's angry eyes.

Piper scowled. "And he's not agitated at you?"

Wyatt frowned. "Okay, yeah, he's agitated with me too. But I think he's more likely to open up with me than you. No offence."

"Because of the bond thing right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, alright. Go. Bring your brother home, safely."

Wyatt forced a smile. "Don't I always?" He orbed out.

Piper smiled as she watched her son orb away. She was proud of the both of them. They were powerful witches, much more powerful than anyone their age should be. But with Chris, she tends to be on edge more. Every time she looks at her youngest son, she's reminded of the twenty three year old that came back to save the world. She's reminded of the pain in his green eyes, and of the horrible future he hails from. When he died, she vowed not to ever let him feel that pain, to never let him know that pain.

But then 5 months ago, demons and darklighters suddenly attacked the manor, when only Chris and Piper were home. Long story short, Chris was kidnapped; they found him in the Underworld; killed the demons trapping the boy and found him on death's door. In order to save him, Future-Chris meld into Present-Chris to help him fight death off. Side effects included the memories of the older man. And when Chris woke up again, his eyes held the same pain, the same haunted look, and Piper was hit with the truth that she had failed her son.

Shaking the bad memories off, she turned to her kitchen. Baking had always kept her mind off things. So she went into the pantry, digging for her secret ingredients.

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Chris stared into the city in anger, watching as cars passed by below him. He couldn't believe that his mother thought he was weak, just because Wyatt was the twice-blessed. 'Stupid Wyatt. Stupid prophecy. Stupid sword. Stupid magic. Stupid demons-'

His train of thought was interrupted when he felt Wyatt's mind poking at him through their link. He gave the thought of blocking him out, but shook it off. As irritated as he was with Wyatt, he'd rather talk to Wyatt than with his parents or aunts. And he knew they'd find him one way or another so he just relaxed and let Wyatt locate him.

Moments later, his brother appeared beside him in a flurry of orbs. "Hey."

Chris chose to say nothing and ignored the presence of his brother.

"Oh come on Chris. Stop sulking."

"… I'm not sulking," Chris said after a pause. "I'm thinking."

Wyatt laughed. "I don't know Chris. It looks like sulking to me."

"That's 'cause you can't tell the difference between the two, stupid."

Wyatt just grinned and sat down beside him, patting him on the shoulder. "You really need to expand your vocabulary bro. You don't expect to pick up girls with your limited one, do you?"

"Haha Wy. I'm laughing my ass of right now," Chris said dryly, feeling better already.

A comfortable silence overtook the two brothers. Both of them just stared at the scene in front of them. "I really have to spend more time up here," Wyatt said softly, breaking the silence. "It's really nice."

"Yeah," Chris said. "I can understand why he always came up here to think."

"What's it like here in the future?" Wyatt asked. "Is it like… this?" he waved his arms in front of him, gesturing to the beautiful landscape.

Chris closed his eyes temporarily, like he was in deep thought, a frown marring his face. "No. It's like a disaster here. Ruins, fire, smoke. Everywhere. And… electrical probes flying around, terrorizing people." He suddenly paled and went off balance.

"Whoa!" Wyatt's hands instantly helped his brother. "Chris? Hey! Chris!" His brother's horror-filled green eyes opened. "You okay?"

Chris nodded, taking in big deep breaths. "Yeah, I just get tired when I try to see his memories."

Wyatt frowned. "Wait, you mean it's not just part of you?"

Chris shook his head. "I have to concentrate to access the memories. I think I subconsciously do it in my sleep at times. I… talked to him a few times. When I was sleeping."

"You've talked to him?" Wyatt asked, surprised. Chris nodded. "Oh and you just forgot to mention that detail to mom and dad?"

Chris smiled sheepishly. "I didn't know how to tell them. And I was afraid of how they would act. You saw how they acted when I told them I had his memories."

Wyatt remembered. It wasn't nice. His parents and his aunts had all paled considerably and had suddenly grown even more concerned. His mom had actually started to cry and Chris had panicked. "Yeah point taken. What do you guys talk about?"

"He asks a lot about you," Chris replied.

"Huh. Really," Wyatt gulped. "Because in his future, I was… you know." He still had trouble believing that he was evil in the original future.

"Yeah," Chris eyed his brother. "I'm glad he came back to change it."

"Yeah I am too." Wyatt grinned at him. "Am I the only thing you two talked about?"

Chris rolled his eyes at his brother's ego. "Our conversations don't last that long. But they do get longer each time."

"The connection between your minds is getting stronger," Wyatt finished.

"Yeah," Chris said. "I think we might be able to talk to each other for long periods of time during consciousness in a few months time."

"Wait," Wyatt said. "Does that mean that he'll be able to speak with me through our link later?" At Chris' pointed look, Wyatt replied, "Our bond will get stronger Chris. We're going to be seeing each other everyday like we used to."

"Maybe," Chris shrugged. "I hadn't thought about that. Besides, mom doesn't want me to go."

"Mom didn't want me to go either," Wyatt said. "Look where I am now."

"Yeah, why is that?" Chris asked. "Is there something wrong with the wizarding world?"

"Something about an evil dark lord that terrorized the wizarding world 11 years ago," Wyatt said shrugging. "He disappeared after one night. Mom thinks it's dangerous."

Chris snorted. "Even for you?"

"Yes, even for me," Wyatt said. "Look Chris, Mom didn't mean it. She's just worried about you. Especially after what happened five months ago."

"I'm still alive."

"Yeah but that's because Future-Chris came and pretty much saved you," Wyatt countered.

Chris opened and closed his mouth, unable to come with a comeback. Wyatt smirked. "Oh shut up," Chris said.

"Don't worry," Wyatt said, putting an arm around Chris' shoulders. "I'll persuade mom to let you go. I'll protect you from whatever demons that attack you there." At this Chris rolled his eyes. "Though after my escapade from class, the Headmaster decided he's going to work on a charm to prevent any magical transportation from going in and out of the school grounds."

"That should convince mom to let me go," Chris said. "And I'll get to see the school that got Wyatt babbling at it's 'coolness' and 'awesome-ness'."

"Shut up," Wyatt muttered as Chris laughed. "And just to let you know, it is very cool. I mean, it's not like Magic School at all. There's floating candles, moving stares, talking paintings and so much more. Besides, the food there is nearly as good as mom's!"

Chris grinned. "Don't let her hear you say that."

"Don't tell her and she won't."

Grinning, both brothers orbed out, their bond strong and getting stronger as each day passes.

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End of Chapter 1.

How was it? First Charmed story. Hope I got everyone IC. Though I don't think so. Review to let me know please!