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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,278
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Charmed belongs to the WB. Sadly, neither is me. I do own any characters that you don't recognize, so please don't use without permission.
Hell is a State of Being
Hell: 1. the place or state of punishment of the wicked after death; the abode of evil and condemned spirits; Gehenna or Tartarus. 2. Something that causes torment or misery.3. Extreme disorder or confusion; chaos
She was in Hell.
There was no other word for what she felt. The world spun around her, her senses sent her reeling.
The only thing that she was sure of at the moment was the chair underneath her. Daryl was speaking, she was sure of it, but for the life of her, she could not make her brain comprehend the words. She leaned over and rested her head on her knees, trying to block everything out. This couldn’t possibly be happening. They were supposed to be coming to see her Quidditch match tomorrow, not lying in the city morgue.
“Sammy?” That voice was Uncle Leo. He had been Up There when it happened, giving the Charmed Ones a break from the trials of motherhood, and so he and the boys survived. Part of her family was alive, and she had the feeling that she should take some kind of comfort in that fact, but all she felt was numb. "Sammy, honey, are you okay?"
It was a stupid question, and as she turned her head to look at him, he seemed to realize that. "No, Uncle Leo, I am not alright." Even her voice sounded numb. "I'm as far away from alright as is humanely possible." She placed her head back on her knees, taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm. If she lost it now, she would never gain it back.
She distantly heard her uncle thanking Daryl and sending him away, then resting his hand on her back, rubbing gently circles. Samantha supposed that being a Whitelighter and having died himself made him immune to the grief that encompassed her entire being,. That or he knew something that she didn’t.
Not that his knowledge mattered. They were still gone, and whether it was in accordance with a plan by the Power that Be or the Elders made no difference to her, it wasn’t like it made the loss hurt any less.
She doubted anything would.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Professor Dumbledore,
We have written to inform you that Samantha Halliwell, the daughter of the late Phoebe Halliwell has been left alone in this world, due to the unfortunate death of the Halliwell sisters; the Ministry of magic has decided that the only course of action to be taken is the enrolment of Samantha at Hogwarts. We request that you find a surrogate family fit to house Samantha during the Holidays of her time at Hogwarts, until her father is located. Tests have informed us that he is of a Pureblood line, and it should only be a matter of time before he is located. Until then we appreciate your cooperation.
Yours in the Light,
Mathilda Hopgirdle
The longer that he stared at the letter, the madder that Albus Dumbledore became. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. He hadn’t thought about the Halliwell sisters in over 15 years. He had assumed, since he hadn’t heard of the girl that she had been taken care of or had turned out to be a squib.
Apparently that had been a huge mistake.
He had to find a way to keep the little Half-breed away from her father, or all of Dumbledore’s plans were going to collapse…and he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t just kill her, though that would be the easiest solution out of this quandary. It would be too obvious if she was killed as soon as she entered his custody, and if he ‘allowed’ her to be kidnapped and murdered, that wouldn’t do very well for his position and reputation as a Pillar of the Light.
So what to do….
The solution struck him in the face with the force of an Avada Kedavra curse.
A Surrogate Family
It was so simple.
He had contacts in the Department of Family Services, a few of them that owed him major favors, and if he pulled the right strings….
Neither she, Snape, nor the Ministry would ever find out that she was anyone other than who Dumbledore wanted her to be.
She might even become an advantage, if he could place her with the correct family that would make sure she followed his ideals.
With the right…persuasion….her wiccan magic just might be the force that was needed to change this war in his favor.
But he had to pick the right family.
With that thought in mind, Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the fireplace.
“The Burrow!”
Molly Weasley would be the perfect person to make sure that Samantha turned to him.
All he had to was convince her that Samantha would put her children in danger if she wasn’t controlled.
Molly would handle the rest.
AN-I know that this chapter is sloppy, jerky, and other non attractive adjectives, but the lack of feedback for this story is making it difficult for me to write. SOOOO, my dear readers, whether you love it or hate it, please leave me a review. Thanks to CelestiaLuna, who lefty me my first and only review, and to XTahliaX who helped bunches and bunches with this chapter
She was in Hell.
There was no other word for what she felt. The world spun around her, her senses sent her reeling.
The only thing that she was sure of at the moment was the chair underneath her. Daryl was speaking, she was sure of it, but for the life of her, she could not make her brain comprehend the words. She leaned over and rested her head on her knees, trying to block everything out. This couldn’t possibly be happening. They were supposed to be coming to see her Quidditch match tomorrow, not lying in the city morgue.
“Sammy?” That voice was Uncle Leo. He had been Up There when it happened, giving the Charmed Ones a break from the trials of motherhood, and so he and the boys survived. Part of her family was alive, and she had the feeling that she should take some kind of comfort in that fact, but all she felt was numb. "Sammy, honey, are you okay?"
It was a stupid question, and as she turned her head to look at him, he seemed to realize that. "No, Uncle Leo, I am not alright." Even her voice sounded numb. "I'm as far away from alright as is humanely possible." She placed her head back on her knees, taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm. If she lost it now, she would never gain it back.
She distantly heard her uncle thanking Daryl and sending him away, then resting his hand on her back, rubbing gently circles. Samantha supposed that being a Whitelighter and having died himself made him immune to the grief that encompassed her entire being,. That or he knew something that she didn’t.
Not that his knowledge mattered. They were still gone, and whether it was in accordance with a plan by the Power that Be or the Elders made no difference to her, it wasn’t like it made the loss hurt any less.
She doubted anything would.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Professor Dumbledore,
We have written to inform you that Samantha Halliwell, the daughter of the late Phoebe Halliwell has been left alone in this world, due to the unfortunate death of the Halliwell sisters; the Ministry of magic has decided that the only course of action to be taken is the enrolment of Samantha at Hogwarts. We request that you find a surrogate family fit to house Samantha during the Holidays of her time at Hogwarts, until her father is located. Tests have informed us that he is of a Pureblood line, and it should only be a matter of time before he is located. Until then we appreciate your cooperation.
Yours in the Light,
Mathilda Hopgirdle
The longer that he stared at the letter, the madder that Albus Dumbledore became. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. He hadn’t thought about the Halliwell sisters in over 15 years. He had assumed, since he hadn’t heard of the girl that she had been taken care of or had turned out to be a squib.
Apparently that had been a huge mistake.
He had to find a way to keep the little Half-breed away from her father, or all of Dumbledore’s plans were going to collapse…and he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t just kill her, though that would be the easiest solution out of this quandary. It would be too obvious if she was killed as soon as she entered his custody, and if he ‘allowed’ her to be kidnapped and murdered, that wouldn’t do very well for his position and reputation as a Pillar of the Light.
So what to do….
The solution struck him in the face with the force of an Avada Kedavra curse.
A Surrogate Family
It was so simple.
He had contacts in the Department of Family Services, a few of them that owed him major favors, and if he pulled the right strings….
Neither she, Snape, nor the Ministry would ever find out that she was anyone other than who Dumbledore wanted her to be.
She might even become an advantage, if he could place her with the correct family that would make sure she followed his ideals.
With the right…persuasion….her wiccan magic just might be the force that was needed to change this war in his favor.
But he had to pick the right family.
With that thought in mind, Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the fireplace.
“The Burrow!”
Molly Weasley would be the perfect person to make sure that Samantha turned to him.
All he had to was convince her that Samantha would put her children in danger if she wasn’t controlled.
Molly would handle the rest.
AN-I know that this chapter is sloppy, jerky, and other non attractive adjectives, but the lack of feedback for this story is making it difficult for me to write. SOOOO, my dear readers, whether you love it or hate it, please leave me a review. Thanks to CelestiaLuna, who lefty me my first and only review, and to XTahliaX who helped bunches and bunches with this chapter