My first Charmed/Harry Potter crossover fic, and I hope you all like it.

Please review and don't hesitate to comment and critisize...good things only though of course. Helpful tips are also always gratefully accepted.

SummaryMelinda Halliwell's life is plagued with death. Her mom, aunts, uncles, and little cousins have died. All she has left is Wyatt, Chris, the manor, and P3. Wanting to expand her knowledge on magic, she decides to enter into a magic school. Not just any magic school though, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Melinda has to leave behind all that she knows and journey to a new place. She has to make new friends and learn wizarding magic. It's not as easy as it looks. What she doesn't know, is that she's about to take the wildest ride she'll ever take in her entire life, filled with new friends, magic, disputes, relationships, and hope.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter will be mine when my sister is the Queen of England, my cousin is the President of the United States and I rule the world. Get the message?

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Chapter 1: New Worlds

I walked onto Platform ¾ and just stared at the "train," if that was what you could call it. The Hogwarts Express was huge, all in a scarlet red color. I sighed at all the opportunities to come. It would be my first and last year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was starting in my 7th year, while everybody else started in their first. But Headmaster Dumbledore had faith in me, and that I would catch up in no time. I had been studying textbooks to learn more about spells and potions, but no book would prepare me for what would come later that year.

Coming out of my reverie, I turned my head to see a circle of boys surrounding another, laughing. A tall blond albino kid was holding a green toad that I assumed belonged to the brown haired freckled boy in the middle. "Come on Longbottom! Jump!" a stout boy taunted, while the two others sniggered loudly.

Angered, I stomped over to them and asked as politely as I could the blonde boy, "Could you please hand the toad back to him?"

"No, why should I?" he replied. Looking me up and down, he added, "But apparently, Longbottom as an admirer."

Greatly annoying, I swung out my leg to hit the back of his knees. As his knees bent forward and he began to fall, I called for the toad. It left the boy's hands and flew into mine hands. I handed the toad back to the owner, "Here, you should take better care of him, wouldn't want any harm to come to him."

The boy nodded gratefully, and ran off to board the train. I turned back to the blonde and stared at him, and he glared back. "Who do you think you are?" he yelled out while getting up from the floor.

"Who do you think you are?" I shot back.

"Draco Malfoy, 7th year Slytherin, Head Boy, pureblood."

I laughed, "I bet you practiced for hours to impress everybody with that line," and walked off to board the train myself with brown chestnut curls bouncing up and down behind me.

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I entered the train and searched for an empty compartment. Finding one, I sat down on the bench and took out my laptop and logged onto my gTalk (A/N: it's Google Aim) account, CharmedGrl251.

CharmedGrl251: Hey B, u there?

CrzyBlondFreak: you got on the train yet?

CharmedGrl251: yeah, it's huge! And lonely without you of course

CrzyBlondFreak: no duh, so you make any friends yet?

CharmedGrl251: I've only been here 4 like 2 seconds u kno. I met this blonde dude and this brown hair guy.

CrzyBlondFreak: oooo….guys! r they cute?

CharmedGrl251: is that all you really ever think about?

CrzyBlondFreak: maybe

CharmedGrl251: sighs I didn't really notice how they look. 2 bad 4 u

CrzyBlondFreak: drat, I hoped u would introduce me…look I would 3 to keep chatting, but im tired. I stayed up half the night and waited for you without sleeping. I said I would wait for u to get on the train and see how ur doing, but not chat 4 a long time. I need my beauty rest. g2g, bi

CharmedGrl251: fine, b that way l8r

I sighed; my best friend Brianna always usually made me feel better, but not this time. I decided to type up an email to my cousins Chris and Wyatt to tell them I was fine, but just then, four kids appeared at the door.

The black haired boy with glasses spoke out first, "uh, anyone sitting there? Everywhere else is full."

I shook my head, not trusting my vocal cords to work. The four filed in and sat down, the black haired boy and two redheads across from me, and a brunette next to me.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you new?" the girl next to me asked.

I cleared my throat and replied, "Yeah, I'm new."

"Oh, in that case, I'm Hermione Granger. Across from me is Ron Weasley, his sister Ginny, and next to Ginny is Harry Potter."

"Nice to meet all of you, I'm Melinda Halliwell, and this is my cat Kit. She's pretty nice. But she's really lazy. She fell asleep right when we got here. I have an owl named Safra, but she's with my trunk right now."

"What year are you going to be in?" Ginny inquired.

"Um, I think seventh."

"Oh! Then you'll be in the same year as Ron, Harry and Hermione. I'm only in my sixth year."

"Do you know what house you're in?" Ron continued with the questioning.

"No, not yet. What house are you guys in?"

"Well, we're all in Gryffindor. There are three other houses, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Ravenclaws are the smart ones, Hufflepuffs are they're supposed to be really…well…really Hufflepuff-ish, and Slytherins are just plain evil. Most of them are all going to be Death Eaters when they graduate."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

Harry chuckled, "I'm guessing there's a lot about Hogwarts you don't know about yet, but you're lucky you're not in first year. They hear all sorts of rumors about the sorting. Really, all there is a hat, and it tells you what house you're in. In our first year, Ron's brother Fred told him that he had to wrestle trolls." I laughed.

Hermione suddenly yelped and said quickly, "I totally forgot! I have a head meeting with McGonagall and with Malfoy most unfortunately." She got up, gave Ron a quick peck on the cheek and left.

"Yeah, good luck with Malfoy," I grumbled under my breath.

"You know Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, met him for second when I rescued some brown haired boy's toad. Bloody spoiled git he is."

"Yeah, that's Malfoy alright. He's Slytherin. You must be talking about Trevor, Neville Longbottom's toad."

"Slytherin? Oh, then Hermione's going to have an even harder time being Head Girl. Malfoy's Head Boy."

"Oh sh–" Ginny started, but instead got punched in the arm by Ron. "What?"

"Language Ginny."

"Why? I learned it from you." Ron turned red while Harry snickered quietly next to Ginny.

I turned to Ron, "Can I assume Hermione's your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, we –"

Harry interrupted then, "They started going out at the end of last year, it took them long enough though." Ginny giggled.

"Well, it was better than you two. At least we told you, instead of doing it behind your back." Ron argued.

"We could have," Ginny began, "but you wouldn't have reacted really well to the news."

"I wouldn't have reacted well the news any way! You're my baby sister!"

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" Ron cringed at his full name, (A/N: I found it online, so don't blame me if it's weird, and I'm sorry if it's wrong) "May I remind you that I am 16 years old! I am old enough to make my own decisions without you interfering and I AM NOT YOUR BABY SISTER!" This time I giggled.

While we talked, Hermione had silently slipped back inside, sighing quietly. Ron immediately noticed it and cried, "Hermione! Are you ok? That blood ferret better had not done anything to you!"

"No, I'm fine Ron, the ferret was just annoying, you know, with the name calling and all. You'd think he'd find a new insult after 6 years."

"Why do you called Malfoy, ferret?"

"Ha! Now that's funny! In our fourth year during the Triwizard Tournament, Professor Moody turned Malfoy into a white bouncing ferret when he was taunting Harry. But of course, it wasn't really Professor Moody, it was really Barty Crouch Jr., but it was still funny."

"Hey, do you mind if I see it?" I asked. The other four stared at me as if I had grown an extra head or something.

"Um, Melinda, that happened three years ago, we can't really show you." Harry said.

"Nonsense Harry! I can use my premonition powers to see it. All you have to do is remember the event."

"Um, sure? But I don't really get it."

"You don't have to. Just hold out your hands, palms facing up, and think about it." Placing my hands on top of Harry's, I tapped into my premonition powers to see into Harry's memories. Finding the right one, I opened my mind.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing there. Each looking thoroughly pleased about standing.

"What?" said Ron shortly.

"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" said Malfoy, brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking very loudly, so that everyone in the packed entrance hall could here. "Listen to this!"…

…"And there's a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, flipping the paper and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house – if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"

Ron was shaking with fury. Everyone was staring at him.

"Get stuffed, Malfoy," said Harry. "C'mon, Ron…"

"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered Malfoy. "So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?"

"You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry – both he and Hermione had grabbed the back of Ron's robes to stop him from launching himself at Malfoy – "that expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?"

Malfoy's pale face went slightly pink.

"Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter."

"Keep your fat mouth shut then," said Harry, turning away.

BANG!

Several people screamed – Harry felt something white-hot graze the side of his face – he plunged his hand into his robes for his want, but before he'd even touched it, he heard a second loud BANG, and a roar that echoes through the entrance hall.

"OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!"

Harry spun around. Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His want was out and it was pointing right at the pure white ferret which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing.

There was a terrified silence in the entrance hall. Nobody but Moody was moving a muscle. Moody turned to look at Harry – at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry; the other one was pointing into the back of his head.

"Did he get you?" Moody growled. His voice was low and gravelly.

"No," said Harry, "missed."

"LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted.

"Leave – what?" Harry said, bewildered.

"Not you – him!" Moody growled, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Crabbe, who had just frozen, about to pick up the white ferret. It seemed that Moody's rolling eye was magical and could see out the back of his head.

Moody started to limp toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, which gave a terrified squeak and took off, streaking toward the dungeons.

"I don't think so!" roared Moody, pointing his want at the ferret again – it flew ten feet into the air, fell with a smack on the floor, and the bounced upward once more.

"I don't like people who attack when their opponent's back's turned," growled Moody as the ferret bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain. "Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do…"

The ferret flew through the air, its legs and tail flailing helplessly.

"Never – do – that – again – " said Moody, speaking each word as the ferret hit the stone floor and bounced upward again.

"Professor Moody!" said a shocked voice.

Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with her arms full of books.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody calmly, bouncing the ferret still higher.

"What – what are you doing?" said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret's progress through the air.

"Teaching," said Moody.

"Teach – Moody, is that a student?" shrieked Professor McGonagall, the books spilling out of her arms.

"Yep," said Moody.

"No!" cried Professor McGonagall, running down the stair and pulling out her wand; a moment later, with a loud snapping noise, Draco Malfoy had reappeared, lying in a heap on the floor with his sleep blond hair all over his now brilliantly pink face. He got to his feet wincing.

I pulled out of my trance with tears in my eyes, and four pairs of eyes staring at me. Harry was about to say something when I broke out laughing. I was unsuccessfully getting whole sentences out, "…awesome…bouncing… Moody…ferret…"

"That was bloody brilliant!" Harry praised, "You suddenly got really still, and I could feel you probing around in my mind, but still."

"Yeah, you gave us quite a scare when you did that," Ron added.

"Oh, I was born with my premonition powers. I got it from my mom. But you guys have to promise not to tell anyone about it."

"Why?" Ginny inquired.

"Because. Because if everyone knows about it, they're going to treat me like I'm different. And it's going to be really awkward."

"Don't worry, Melinda," Hermione reassured, "your secret is safe with us. Nobody has to know about it."

"Except for us of course, you can tell us anything." Ginny included.

I laughed, 'this is going to be a fun year, I thought, 'who knew I could make friends so easily.'

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Quote of the Chapter

"If your head tells you one thing and your heart tells you another, before you do anything, you should first decide whether you have a better head or a better heart." – Marilyn vos Savant