Silver Wings

Chapter Two

Wyatt had been washing the dishes with his mother Piper when he felt the pain in between his shoulders. It was the weirdest thing, and he never knew why it had happened all he remembered was dropping the dish causing it to shatter against the ground; his mother immediately checking him for injuries asking him over and over what was wrong. He couldn't explain it but when Excalibur appeared before him he knew. He grasped the sword in his grip and his modern clothing melted away into a light yet sturdy armor that was magic resistant and orbed out just as he heard a voice scream in his head, "Please if someone, anyone can hear me I ask for your aid. Help me my mate wherever you are…I need you" the voice was soft and light, yet you could hear the power behind it. Wyatt looked around at where he had just orbed; he was in some kind of forest surrounded by these men and women in black robes, and white masked pressed firmly over there faces. He could feel there power washing around the air and he could smell the blood. Wyatt's sharp blue eyes looked around as he saw bodies littering the ground at the feat of these cloaked strangers.

"Who are you? And what issss your busssiness here?" A voice hissed at him angrily.

The half whitelighter turned to see a man in front of him, covered in an ugly torn robe holding a wand tightly in his hand. The man was bald and nothing but bones. His nose replaced by two slits one had to call his nose. The man's eyes were and evil blood red and serpentine. The witch did not know who this man was but he knew that the man was evil and needed to be dealt with, but not at this point of time. Wyatt threw up a barrier that shimmered blue and stopped all magic from passing, before turning to face the one who had called for his help and his breath caught in his throat.

Before him was a small slim man with porcelain skin; that was delicately covered in black scales that covered his chest and back disappearing into the waist line of his torn jeans. Smaller seemingly more delicate scales covered his neck, cheek bones, and eye ridges. More scales covered his lower arms like gauntlets, with two razor sharp blades coming from the side of each forearm. He looked carefully and saw that the silver chains were burning straight through the black scales and into the skin of his wrists, ankles, and neck. Growling he raised Excalibur and cleanly cut the chains causing them to loosen and peel of the ruined flesh and scales. Walking up closely to the man he kneeled and removed the collar, examining the damage to the neck and voice box. He hissed in a breath as he noticed the two gaping holes in the man's back looking off to the side he saw two large black wings covered in blood lying on the floor of the forest. They had removed his wings! Who could do that to helpless creature? He picked up the smaller man in his arms orbing away quickly. He would deal with those men later; right now he had to heal this one before he died.

He landed in the living room of his mother's house, laying the man on the couch, "Mother! Come quick and bring father!"

Piper rushed into the room followed closely by Leo and her hands went to her mouth, "Oh my god! What happened?"

Leo ran forward and immediately joined his son in healing the injured man. Piper came over placing the man's head gently in her lap before asking softly, "Who is he?"

Leo looked at his wife before returning to the wounds, "I think he is a Naga; half snake, half man. They speak and control snakes, very rare in fact. They can only be created by being bitten by a basilisk and living, which is even rarer." Slowly as the healing continued, the scales melted into petal soft white skin. Raven black hair fell to his shoulders in loose ringlets. However what caught their eyes were the scars covering his chest and back. Many looked like claw marks but some they knew where whip marks from a belt or a bull whip. This man, naga had been tortured and probably beaten. Leo continued, "This person whoever he is has a very high level of magic running through his blood not to mention he has been in war; you can tell by some of the wounds. Look at the crests on his back. Those are from ancient and powerful pureblood wizarding families. Most likely he too is a wizard; they cast magic using wands and staffs. This man is also much smaller than he is supposed to be. Usually a naga are large about 6'0 to 6'5 this guy is no taller than 5'4 if even that. Look at how slim he is too; most likely he suffered starvation most of his life and is recently recovering. This is very bad see where his wings used to be and how he had a tail. judging from that he is a submissive naga meaning he has a mate yet he appears to be unmated. A naga needs its mate to live we have to find his mate and bring him here as soon as possible."

Wyatt looked at his father, "I don't think he has found his mate yet dad. When I heard his cry for help he didn't call out a name he was calling out for help from his mate but it was like it was for the first time."

"You heard him cry for his mate inside your head? Only mates can hear a naga crying out with its mind."

"But I'm not a magical creature. I can't be his mate"

"You don't have to be. A naga doesn't care what race or sex their mates are because they are prechosen if you were to refuse him he will die."

Wyatt paled slightly he didn't know if he was ready for this kind of thing and yet even as he thought it he could feel his heart pull for the naga before him; who now looked nothing more than a small and delicate human. "Why did he change back?"

"A naga changes only when there is a threat to him, their mate, or people they call family, and children. After the threat fades they turn back into their human forms." Leo finished healing before pulling away, "I can't regrow his wings though. I am afraid that he might never be able to fly again unless he finds a way to regrow his wings himself."

Piper hushed them both and pointed down at the man who was now stirring and awakening. Wyatt gasped as large emerald green eyes opened framed by the thick, soft, black eyelashes. He seemed to realize that he wasn't in a place he remembered and tried to sit up, "Wh…Where am I?"

Piper pushed him back down so that he once again laid down, "You are in Halliwell Manor in California. It is my house and you are safe here with me, my husband Leo and my eldest son Wyatt."

The man nodded lightly, "I am sorry for intruding I am Harry…Harry Potter."

Leo smiled and kneeled down, "Hello Harry and don't worry Wyatt saved you from those magic users. I must say I have never seen a naga up close before."

Harry nodded once more before stating, "The men you saved me from was Voldemort and his Deatheaters. They are trying to destroy and take over the world. I have been chosen to defeat him but he caught me off guard. I was leading my sick and injured to a safer location and he ambushed us. I couldn't do anything, my magic was practically drained. I thank you for your help but I cannot stay long or he will find and kill you all to."

Wyatt laughed lightly, "He can't find us here young Harry. You are safe for now. He is in England and you're in America, plus now you have me to look after you."

Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at the tall blond in front of him, "You?"

The blond nodded, "I am the King of Magic and Wielder of Excalibur and you are under my protection. That and My mother and her sisters are the Charmed ones. You are safe we assure you that much."

Harry nodded and relaxed slightly after all they had saved his life and he had been on the run for years now. It was nice to know he was safe and as he felt the now evil or even tainted aura here, he knew he was indeed safe. Looking up at them he smiled for the first time in three long years. "Thank you".

"Alright let's get you washed up and into some clean clothes. I think some of Chris's old things will fit you ok. I will go get them while Wyatt will lead you to the bathroom. Leo go and tell Phoebe and Paige what's going on and find that blasted son of ours." Piper ordered sternly which sent them all into action.

Harry followed Wyatt up the stairs and into the white tiled bathroom before being left to his own devices. Sighing the naga looked in the mirror seeing the scars lacing across his body then it struck him…His wings were gone. They would never come back to him and now he could never mate for who would want a deformed mate. Who would ever want him; he sighed and removed the torn jeans and boxers stepping into the shower. Allowing the hot water to rush over him. In long even sprays. He hadn't had a real shower in so long, as the war took up most of his time and the tie of the people he knew. He wondered when it would finally hit him that all his family was dead even those muggles he had lived with were dead. Remus and Sirius were dead…dead the word echoed through his mind as he collapsed into a ball under the spray and though no tears fell, he could feel the sadness welling up inside him. He just wanted to scream. Standing slowly he washed himself quickly missing when Piper slipped in and dropped of the clothes and a towel before leaving.

Harry stepped from the shower not daring to look at his reflection in the mirror as he dried off. He looked at the black jeans and light blue shirt that looked like they would still be too big on him and boy was he right. Though it was ok on his small form; the shirt was too large and part of the collar hung off his shoulder. The pants legs he had to roll up to his ankles in order to even walk. Stepping out of the bathroom he ran right into a taller male with short brown hair. He looked up to look into a set of calm and laughing hazel eyes, "You must be Harry. Hi I am Chris, Wyatt's younger brother."

Harry held out his hand, "Nice to meet you"

Chris took the smaller hand into his shaking it lightly before they both released the shake and walked down the stairs into the spacious living room area. The couches were plush and homey making Harry just want to sit down and relax even though he worried for the safety of his world. He knew these people used magic but it felt different from his magic. He sat down lightly on one of the plush chairs joined shortly by Chris and Wyatt who for some reason was looking at him intently. Harry avoided Wyatt's gaze unsure on how to act around the larger and obviously stronger man, "Wyatt I would like to thank you for saving me. I know that I would have died if you had not come. However I am curious as to how you knew how to find me and how you knew I needed help."

Wyatt smiled at him showing pearly white teeth, "Well you called for me. You see I am a whitelighter and I know when a magic user is in danger or trouble. You screamed for help with your mind so I was brought to save you. A whitelighter is kind of like a guardian angel. We protect those who need protecting."

Harry nodded and leaned back against the chair relaxing into the comfort he had long forgotten. Piper came into the living room and looked over at Harry, "Hm, I guess we will have to go shopping to find you some better fitting clothes but for right now Harry why don't you come into the kitchen with me, so I can get some food into your stomach shall we?"

Harry smiled once more before quickly following after Piper in hopes for warm food and a full stomach. Walking into the kitchen he instantly laid eyes on the cauldron off to the side and smiled brightly, "potions?"

Piper smiled "of course! Are you any good at making them?"

Harry nodded as piper sat him down at the large table. He watched as she moved between making the potion and cooking a small pot of soup for him. She placed the steaming bowl of chicken dumpling soup in front of him with a motherly pat to the head. Harry thanked her quickly before quickly devouring the offered food not even noticing as Piper and now Wyatt watched him eat like he hadn't eaten in days, which of course he hadn't.

"Oh by the way Harry" Harry turned to Piper as she spoke, "Welcome to the family."

Harry smiled lightly but deep in his heart he had a small feeling that he would lose this family to.