Voldy, Demons, and Death Eaters! Oh My! *Editing*

Thanks to JenKM1216 for betaing this story for me!

Chapter 3-Charmed and Nauseated

SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA


"What the hell is a Floo?"

Leo sighed. Sometimes he wished the Charmed Ones’ grandmother, Penny, had at least told them something of the magical world. "Flooing is a magical way of traveling from one fireplace to another."

"So, he's gonna pull a Santa Claus?” asked Phoebe, confused. Piper and Paige laughed at the question.

"Not exactly, Phoebe,” said Leo, smiling. "The fireplaces of all magical families and the places that they frequent are connected by a Floo Network. It works by throwing a sparkling powder, called Floo powder, into the fireplace. Then, the witch or wizard steps into the green flames that the powder creates and says the name or address of the place they want to go. They travel through the network until they reach their destination and then step out of the fireplace."

"Oh, I gotta see this,” said Paige, still laughing.

"Sounds kinda dirty, if you ask me,” said Piper, frowning.

"Eeww, it does. I still want to try it, though. Are we connected to this Floo thingy, and why didn't you tell us about this before?” asked Phoebe.

"No, you are not usually part of the Network. However, Dumbledore has had Halliwell Manor temporarily connected,” said Leo, looking at his watch. "Well, we had better get into the living room; he should be here any time now."

Paige and Phoebe ran into the living room and moved the large, antique grate in front of the fireplace. They stood back a little and waited, feeling strange standing in front of an unlit fireplace. In silent agreement, they went to sit on the couch. Piper picked up her older son, Wyatt, and Leo got their younger son, Chis. They brought them into the living room and put them in the playpen. After making sure that it was far enough from the fireplace that they couldn't get hurt, but still close enough to defend in case of trouble, Piper sat next to her sisters to wait while Leo paced.

They didn't have to wait long. Suddenly, green flames sprang up in the fireplace. An ancient-looking wizard stepped from the center out into the room. He was wearing blue robes with golden suns and silver half-moons. He had an incredibly long white beard and hair, both of which hung below his waist. He wore half-moon glasses on a long, crooked nose and had beautiful blue eyes that twinkled, making him look younger than he was. He smiled at all of them as they stared, dumbstruck.

"Welcome to Halliwell Manor, Professor Dumbledore,” Leo said nervously. He glanced at his wife and sisters-in-law. "They've never seen anyone Floo before."

"Leo, you weren't joking,” said Phoebe. "Uh, I'm Phoebe and these are my sisters, Piper and Paige,” she said, pointing to each sister in turn. She reached over and shut Paige's mouth, which seemed to snap her out of her trance.

"Would you like to sit down, Professor? Can I get you something to drink?” asked Piper tentatively.

"Some tea would be lovely. Oh, no, my dear, sit down and allow me, please,” Dumbledore said with a smile. He pulled out his wand and conjured a pot of hot tea, mugs, a plate of cookies, and a small bowl of… lemon drops? The girls exchanged a confused look. Dumbledore caught it and said, "It's one of my favorite sweets. Would you like one?"

"No, thank you,” said Piper, sinking down onto the couch. Her sisters also politely refused. Piper couldn't help but wonder if his misuse of magic was going to leak its consequences onto her family. Apparently, Paige was thinking the same thing.

"How did you do that?” asked Paige. "We aren’t supposed to use our powers for personal gain."

"Wiccan witches can’t, but I am not Wiccan. I am a wizard, and I live in a magical community that consists only of witches and wizards. Since we do not have to compete with Muggles, we are able to use magic in our everyday lives."

"What's a Muggle?” asked Phoebe.

"Muggle is the name that witches and wizards, like Professor Dumbledore, use for normal mortals,” explained Leo.

"Using powers in everyday life would rock. It would definitely make quite a few things easier,” said Paige. Piper threw her a warning look. "Well it would,” she said defensively.

"We do not have much time. I need to discuss the reasons I have come. In our world an evil wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort is trying to come back to power. Fifteen years ago, he tried to kill a baby boy of only a year named Harry Potter. He killed both of Harry's parents, Lily and James. But because Lily died trying to save Harry, she left him with a charm which protected him. The curse Voldemort used to try to kill the child rebounded back on him, destroying his powers and leaving him barely alive, weak, and defenseless. All Harry received from the encounter was a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

"Two years ago, Voldemort had one of his servants create a new body for him with a spell that also restored his powers to full strength. He has failed to kill Harry twice since then. We have now learned that he is trying to unite the Underworld under his control. Voldemort is hoping that a demon will succeed where he has failed so many times, in killing the now sixteen-year-old Harry. He knows that the best way to solidify his hold over the demons is to kill the three of you.

"His human followers, called Death Eaters, are powerful, evil wizards and witches. He knows that you have never heard of our world and would not be prepared for an attack. He has been sending demons after you to find out when you will be alone in the Manor, without Leo, so that he can send in his loyal followers."

"Okay, no offense, but we're the freakin' Charmed Ones. A couple of evil wizards won't be too much of a problem now that we know. Thanks,” said Paige dismissively.

"One or two wizards you may be able to defeat with the powers you already possess, but it will not be only one or two. Voldemort is no fool. He will send no less than twelve to fourteen. They would Apparate all around you, and you would be destroyed,” said Dumbledore. He glanced over at Wyatt and Chris before adding, "They leave no survivors in their wake."

"What's Apparating?” asked Paige for clarification.

"Kinda like orbing or blinking except you pop to where you want to go. He's right. If they attack and I'm not here, you three won't have a chance,” Leo said, looking very concerned and afraid.

But Dumbledore had already spoken the magic words which had instantaneously changed the girls’ minds. They could not allow any harm to come to Wyatt or Chris.

"What do you want us to do?” asked Piper, looking at her children.

"I have a safe house set up in London,” Dumbledore said, looking at his watch. "Harry should have arrived there a short time ago. It is the headquarters for The Order of the Phoenix--a resistance group of witches and wizards against Voldemort."

"We'll start packing. How are we going to be able to bring everything that we need?” Piper asked Leo.

"Actually, if you'll allow me, I know a charm to shrink everything you need. That should make things easier,” Dumbledore said with a satisfied smile. "Let's start with Phoebe and Paige while you and Leo decide what things your boys will need."

"Alright, let’s go,” Piper said, tapping Leo on the chest with the back of her hand. Each picked up a little boy and headed upstairs to go through their things.

"Um, why don't you start with Paige,” Phoebe said to Dumbledore before turning to her sister. "Darryl and Shelia were supposed to come over tonight. I need to call them and tell them to stay away from the Manor while we're gone. Then, I'm going to the get the Book of Shadows from the attic."

"Good idea. Alrighty, Professor, my room is this way. Thanks for helping us, by the way,” Paige said, smiling gratefully.

"Are you joking? I'm honored to be of service to the famous Charmed Ones,” said Dumbledore with a little bow, blue eyes twinkling. Paige laughed and led the way up the stairs.

Once they reached her room, Paige started gathering up her clothes, stopping to ask him, "What kind of clothes am I going to need?"

Dumbledore took in her low cut, layered, spaghetti strap tank tops, in lime green and black, her black, cargo Capri’s, and black, strappy, high-heeled sandals.

"Well, it is summer in England; however, our summers are not quite as warm as it is here. I’m not sure how long you are going to be there, either. My advice is to pack more of your summer things, but also pack heavy clothing, and at least one heavy coat. Our winters can be very bitter."

"Check,” replied Paige as she threw open her closet doors. She surveyed the numerous articles of clothing for a second and began pulling things out, seemingly at random. She threw everything she had picked from the closet on her bed, and yanked open her dresser drawers, throwing multiple pairs of jeans, sweaters, shirts, bras and panties on top of everything else. She went back to the closet for five pairs of shoes.

"Alright, that's all the clothes I want to bring. Shrink away."

Dumbledore pulled his wand from inside his robes, saying the Shrinking Charm. Paige watched in amazement as her clothes became small enough to fit a Barbie doll.

"You can make them undoll-like right?” asked Paige anxiously.

"Of course,” Dumbledore replied, amused.

"Good deal,” said Paige. She collected up her make-up, curling iron, and blow dryer. Then, she went into the bathroom for hair care products, body wash, a loofah, lotion, perfume, and tampons. After throwing all this in a bag, Dumbledore shrunk it, too. Getting a small carrying case, Paige threw all of her newly shrunken belongings into it. As she finished Phoebe walked in.

"Oh, are you waiting for me?” she asked apologetically.

"No, we've just finished,” said Dumbledore. He noticed that Phoebe was carrying a large bag and a very old, worn, leather-bound book with the Triquetra symbol embossed on it.

"What's all that?” asked Paige. "I thought that you were just grabbing the book."

"I was going to just grab the book, but I figured that I had better take the crystals for the crystal cage, the scrying crystal, our spare potions, some ritual candles, and an athame."

"Just full of good ideas,” Paige said. “Guess it's better to be prepared. Hey, Dumbledore, are you going to be able to shrink that stuff, too?"

"The magical supplies, yes. I do not want to try to shrink the book, though. It is magically protected, correct?" he asked. When both girls nodded yes, he said, “It probably will not allow itself to be shrunk. Someone will have to carry it the way it is."

"No problem. Um, my room is this way,” Phoebe said.

"Good deal,” Dumbledore said, trying out the new phrase.

"Careful, dude, we may Americanize you,” said Paige, laughing. "Phoebe bring some summer stuff, but bring some winter things, too, since we don't know how long we're gonna be there." Phoebe blinked at her sister in surprise. "I already asked. Oh, and bring a heavy coat."

"Okay."

Once in Phoebe's room, she quickly threw her things on her bed, and, within ten minutes, they were leading Dumbledore to the boys' room.

"I thought that this would take longer,” said Dumbledore with admiration and surprise.

"Yeah, well Piper will probably take longer. Knowing her, she's going to take every single thing the boys have in case they need it,” said Phoebe, looking thoughtful and amused.

"She'll be ready for you though. We work fast once we're motivated,” said Paige. "Here's the boys' room. Phoebe and I will take our stuff downstairs and start getting Chris' bottles and formula together."

"We can meet back in the living room. Holler if you need us to help bring anything down,” said Phoebe.

After about twenty minutes, everyone was back in the living room. Phoebe had been right; Piper was taking just about everything the boys owned. Dumbledore shrunk Chris' bottles and formula, Wyatt's highchair, and the playpen after they had finished bringing all of Piper, Leo, and the boys' things downstairs.

"I'm going to Floo ahead and tell everyone to expect you. Hand me some of your things, and I will take them with me,” said Dumbledore.

They loaded his arms as much as they dared because of his age. "I'll be right back", he said with a reassuring smile. He took a small pouch from inside his robes, and, after taking a pinch of sparkling powder from inside, he threw it into the fireplace saying, "Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London." He then stepped into the green flames and disappeared.

"Have you noticed that Wyatt hasn't put up his shield once since Dumbledore's been here?” Piper asked the room at large.

"Well, he only puts his shield up to protect himself from those he doesn't trust. He must sense that Dumbledore is good,” said Leo.

As he finished his sentence, there were more green flames, and Dumbledore stepped back into the living room.

"All has been prepared for your arrival. Shall we go?” Dumbledore asked with a touch of urgency.

"Just show us how," said Phoebe.

"You can go first. Take a pinch of the Floo powder, throw it into the fireplace, as I did, and say, very clearly, 'Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.' Keep your eyes closed and your elbows close to your sides,” Dumbledore instructed.

"You know what; can you throw the powder for me? I want to grab as much as possible since Piper decided to bring the entire house. That way we don't have to make more than one trip,” Phoebe said.

"Hey, I only brought what I thought was necessary, Miss. I need my CD player and CDs," Piper said, smacking Phoebe playfully on the butt.

"Certainly," said Dumbledore, amused at the display.

Once her hands and arms were full of their stuff, Phoebe stepped toward the fireplace. "Ready?" asked Dumbledore as Phoebe took a deep breath to steady her nerves.

"Ready as I'm ever gonna be."

Dumbledore threw a pinch of Floo powder for her, and, in a very clear voice, Phoebe said, “Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London." Closing her eyes, she stepped into the green flames. Suddenly, the floor dropped out from under her, and she felt as though she was spinning endlessly.

’Keep your eyes shut, yeah right; I couldn't open them if I tried,’ Phoebe thought.

Just as she started to fight the urge to throw up, the ground was under her as suddenly as it had gone, and she stumbled. Two very strong hands caught her and helped her into a seat.

Remus inhaled her soft, feminine scent and, after getting a good look at her once she was seated, thought, ‘By Merlin, she's beautiful.’ The woman he held had black, shoulder-length curls. Her skin under his hands was very soft and very tan. High cheekbones and full, luscious lips, painted dark red, graced her face, and he couldn't help but wonder what they tasted like. She was wearing a dark purple, corset top with black flowers embroidered on it and black slacks which hung low and hugged her hips. When he started taking some of the things she was holding, placing them on the kitchen table, he noticed tattoos on the inside of both her wrists.

Phoebe felt someone unloading her arms and opened her eyes to look up to see who had helped her. It was a man with beautiful, hazel eyes. He was graying, tall, and handsome, though he seemed to be prematurely aging.

"Are you alright?" asked the owner of the eyes with concern. She had seen those eyes before somewhere, but where? She felt another surge of nausea. ‘Don't throw up on him, Phoebe,’ she told herself, saying to him, "Yeah, just a little woozy. I've never done that before." She tried to force a smile, but it ended up looking more like a grimace.

Just then, there were more green flames, and Piper almost fell out of the fireplace. This time a teenager with glasses, unruly hair, and very green eyes made the catch, helping her to a seat.

"Oh, that was bad. Very, very bad," said Piper, looking pale and sick.

"Totally feeling your pain over here," said Phoebe, still trying not to throw up.

Remus took his eyes off of the first sister to study the new one. Her waist-length hair was lighter than the first one's, a medium brown with golden brown highlights. She was a little curvier than the first sister, but had the same high cheek bones. She had beautiful light brown eyes and a natural beauty which required very little make-up to emphasize. She wore a pair of faded jeans and a baby blue top which hung off one of her shoulders, accenting the soft feminine curves. She also had tattoos on her wrists, and he wondered if everyone where they lived had them or if it was a family thing.

Phoebe and Piper both started looking around and discovered that there were seven people, other than themselves, in the room which appeared to be a kitchen. They were seated at a large wooden table and, at the back of the room; there was a stove, sink, and counters. There was also a dresser not too far away from the table against the wall.

More green flames snapped their attention back to the arrival of Paige. Far from being unsteady and sick like her sisters, she looked exhilarated.

"That was totally awesome," Paige said with a laugh. When both sisters glared at her through extremely pale faces, she said, "What's wrong with you two?"

"Must be the White Lighter," said Phoebe to Piper who nodded.

"All that practice with the orbing."

The other witches and wizards watched the sisters with interest and amusement. They were now studying Paige. You could definitely tell that these women were sisters. Paige had the same high cheek bones as her sisters and was just as petite. Her hair was the same color as the first girl's, but her skin was paler and luminescent, glowing in the candlelight. Her eyes were a deep shade of green, almost the same color as Harry's.

"Well, Flooing really does take some getting used to," said the boy who had helped Piper from the fire. He had finished putting the things she brought with her onto the table. "At least all of you ended up where you meant to. The first time I tried, I got out at the wrong grate."

"Wait a minute, do you mean we could have gotten the wrong grate? Did anyone else see that in the brochure?" Piper asked her sisters angrily.

"Calm down, lady, we're all fine and this little overreaction is probably why Professor Dumbledore didn't mention it," said Paige, amused at her sister's irritation.

Dumbledore picked this time to walk into the kitchen from the fireplace.

"You make that look so damn easy," Phoebe said enviously.

"Why didn't you bother to mention that we could've ended up in the wrong place?" Piper demanded immediately.

"Ignore her. Where are Leo and the boys?" asked Phoebe with a little panic in her voice.

"After you went through, I asked Leo if he could still sense you, even though the house is protected. He could, so I asked him to orb the boys there--here. I just couldn't let them travel through a fireplace unless I absolutely had to," explained Piper, glaring at Dumbledore who was adding what he had brought to the large pile. When he noticed, he just gave her an irritatingly indulgent smile.

As soon as the words were out of Piper's mouth, bright, white lights heralded the arrival of her family. The other witches and wizards, who had never seen a White Lighter, all drew wands and pointed at the orbs.

"No! It's alright! It's Piper's husband and children!" shouted Dumbledore as Leo and the boys materialized. All wands were immediately put away, and Mrs. Weasley hurried over to help Leo.

"By Merlin! They are both so precious! What are their names?"

"Thank you," said both Piper and Leo, beaming with pride.

"Introductions are the perfect place to start, don't you think?" asked Dumbledore.

"I'm Leo Wyatt, Piper's husband and the Charmed Ones' White Lighter. These are our boys, Wyatt and Chris Halliwell," said Leo, indicating to each child in turn. Seeing the looks of confusion on the wizards’ and witches’ faces, he quickly added, “We gave them the Halliwell last name because the name Halliwell is respected by good and feared by evil.” The confusion cleared and a woman stood, plucking Chris from Leo’s arms.

"I'm Molly Weasley,” said the plump, red-haired witch now holding Chris. "The red-haired girl is my daughter Ginny, and that is my youngest son, Ron," Molly said, pointing to each of her children. The pointing was really unnecessary because they could only be her children. "You will meet my husband Arthur and the rest of our children in a few minutes."

"Harry Potter," said the boy with the glasses who had helped Piper. He seemed to be pleased that he had to introduce himself at all.

"I'm Hermione Granger," said a bushy-haired girl sitting next to Ron. "I've read all about you, but didn't realize that you actually existed. Is that your Book of Shadows? May I have a look at it?"

"Hermione, leave their book alone! They just bloody got here," Ron said irritably.

"Ronald Weasley! Watch your language!" shouted Mrs. Weasley, scaring Chris who started to cry. She threw Ron a furious look and began to cooing to quiet the baby.

"What? You've read about us?” asked Paige incredulously, ignoring Molly's anger and Chris' cries.

"Why yes,” replied Hermione, looking startled that they didn't know. Then, with the air of teaching a class, said, "You're as famous as Harry is. I read about your prophecy in 'A History of Wiccan Magic in America.’”

"Does anyone else find that disturbing?" asked Piper her husband and sisters.

"Little bit, yeah," said Paige.

"You can look at the Book, but please be careful, it’s very old," said Phoebe, smiling at Hermione and pushing the Book across the table to her. Hermione picked it up eagerly and put her nose in it.

"Hey, just be careful not to say any spells or incantations, okay?" asked Piper.

"I was just going to look through it," said Hermione, looking both offended and hurt. "I know better than to just recite random spells."

"Back to the introductions," growled an older wizard at the end of the table. He had long, gray hair, was missing a chunk out of his nose, and his face was horribly scarred. But the worst thing was his eyes. One was normal; the other was larger than normal and electric blue. It was rolling around in his head and Piper and Phoebe, already feeling sick, had to look away. "I'm Alastor Moody."

"Whoa, how are you doing that?" Paige asked, sounding intrigued. "Oh, and my name is Paige Matthews, I'm the youngest."

"It is a magical eye which allows me to see everything, in all directions, and through solid objects, such as walls," replied Moody with a smile, making his scars looks worse. He seemed pleased with Paige's openness.

"Cool,” she said, smiling back.

Phoebe couldn't help but hope that that eye was not able to see through clothing. Looking at Piper, she could tell she was thinking the same thing.

"I'm Remus Lupin," introduced the man who had helped Phoebe--the man with the eyes she couldn't place. Phoebe smiled up at him and tried to remember where she had seen him before. He flashed a smile, and she looked away.

"I'm Piper Halliwell."

"She's the oldest," teased Paige.

"And I'm Phoebe Halliwell," said the first girl, who Remus was having a hard time not staring at. Her eyes reminded him of chocolate, and he really liked chocolate. Remus forced his thoughts back to what Dumbledore was saying.

"Now that you have all been introduced, I must leave you. If you girls are going to get along in our world, you are going to need wands as almost everything here works by magic," Dumbledore said. "I'm going to visit Mr. Ollivander about bringing wands for you to try tomorrow."

"But, Professor Dumbledore, we are not allowed to use magic that way. The Elders are not going to allow it," said Piper with concern.

"Actually, when I explained the situation to the Elders earlier, they understood that to get along here you would need to use magic. Their attitude was pretty much, 'When in Rome,’" said Leo apologetically. "With everything that's been going on, I didn't get a chance to tell you."

"Now that everything is settled, I will take my leave. I have called an emergency meeting of the Order for tomorrow. It would be best not to discuss current events until then," said Dumbledore, turning to the fireplace and throwing more Floo powder into the fire. “Ollivander's Wand Shop, Diagon Alley,” he said before disappearing.