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

Warning: This chapter does contain violence, murder, and rape committed by a demon. It is very gory and bloody. If this offends you, please skip this chapter.

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Chapter 8-The Charmed Ones Meet the Order of the Phoenix


“He’s what?” Piper asked, eyes widening in disbelief.

"I had a vision earlier. Remember how I kept saying that Remus looked familiar, especially his eyes, but I couldn't place him?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah," said Paige, leaning forward in her chair eagerly.

"He's the father of my daughter. I saw it earlier, and now I’ve found him. He said that he knew he was falling in love with me the first time he looked into my eyes. He kissed me, and we kinda got carried away," she said, cheeks reddening slightly.

"Molly found you gettin' carried away, didn't she?" Paige asked.

"Eeewww," Piper said, nose wrinkled in disgust. “That was a bit more information than I needed to know.”

"He only had my shirt up; we weren't, ya know," Phoebe said with a sly smile which quickly faltered. "But, because of his condition, he doesn’t seem to want to believe in the premonition. It’s like he’s in complete and total denial. I’ve tried to convince him that I don’t care he’s a werewolf, but he’s so concerned with what other people might think he’s resisting the idea of us being together.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Phoebe. He has been living with this for a long time. Maybe you just need to give him time to come to terms with the idea he is not going to be alone. If the two of you are really destined to be together, then you will. You know that,” Piper reminded her gently, placing a comforting hand on her sister’s arm.

“Yeah, he already said he was falling in love with you. You just need to believe that,” Paige said in agreement.

“You’re right; you’re both right. It’s just so hard. I’m used to believing in my premonitions and having those around me believe in them as well. I guess I’m not used to someone being unwilling to just trust in them.”

Piper looked down at her watch. “Okay, it is time for the meeting. We should get downstairs. We can talk about this more later if you want to.”

“Okay, let’s get going before we’re late,” Phoebe said. She already felt better after talking to her sisters. She would take their advice and just give Remus time to deal with his personal issues.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Charmed Ones walked into the kitchen together. Phoebe noticed Remus was already there. She also saw a bunch of people she didn’t know had also arrived.

"Hello, girls, would you like some tea?" Molly asked with a large grin.

"Yes, please," they said in unison. Molly handed each of them a mug of steaming tea.

"Thank you."

Paige nudged Phoebe and Piper and inconspicuously pointed out a severe-looking witch standing next to Dumbledore. She was tall, thin, and dressed in black robes. She had square glasses, and her dark, brown hair, which was streaked with grey, was tied back in a very tight-looking bun.

"Do you think that bun gives her a migraine?" Paige leaned toward Phoebe to whisper.

Phoebe, in the midst of sipping her tea, choked before sputtering out, "That-was-not-funny."

”Well, it would explain the look on her face," Paige said, defending herself with an innocent smile.

Piper said nothing, just giving her sisters a playful grin. A concerned-looking Remus came over to make sure that Phoebe was all right.

”Oh, she’s fine; she just forgot how to swallow,” Piper said, smirking in amusement at the unnecessary concern on Remus’ face.

Dumbledore, who had been talking to Arthur and Bill, now turned his attention to the sisters. He led the stern witch over to the sisters before making introductions. "This is Professor Minerva McGonagall. Minerva, this is Piper, Phoebe, and Paige—the Charmed Ones."

"I’m pleased to meet you. Albus tells me you have agreed to help us."

"Well, it’s kind of a help and be helped situation," said Piper. "And we're grateful that you guys agreed to help us."

"From what Leo and Professor Dumbledore have told us, we're kinda out of our element on this one," said Phoebe.

"And you're not used to fighting demons, which just happens to be our specialty," added Paige.

"That is true. We've only ever had to fight our own kind. These things you fight have quite a different set of rules," said Minerva with a tiny, almost undetectable shudder.

While they were talking, a tall, bald, black man with a gold hoop in his ear and a young woman with bright orange, spiral curls had come down the stairs.

"Hey, who finally got rid of that horrible painting?" asked the orange-haired girl.

"Piper did. On her first try. Just blew her up. You should have been there; it was awesome," said Harry, talking fast in his excitement.

"It was brilliant," Ron said, nodding his head in agreement. "She just threw her hands up at it and boom." He mimicked Piper's hand movements.

"It's one of her active powers. To blow things up, I mean," said Hermione.

"Who's Piper?" asked the girl, confused.

"She is," said Ginny, pointing out a red-faced Piper.

"I'm Piper Halliwell, and it was really just an accident. I didn't mean to," she said weakly, looking at her sisters for some confirmation that the whole incident had been unintentional.

"They're the Charmed Ones," said Ginny. "That's Phoebe and Paige. They're here to help us."

"They're here to help protect me," said Harry, his expression somewhere between anger and acceptance.

"Partially to protect you, Harry, but we need to all protect each other," said Phoebe, expression and voice gentle as she gingerly reached out to touch his arm reassuringly.

"The only way we're going to nip this thing in the bud before it gets too out of hand is to work together," said Piper.

"You can't help what that scum is doing. You're an innocent. You didn't choose this, and, from what we've been told, you handle yourself better than most adults would in your position," said Paige, stating the truth bluntly before turning to the new girl. "I'm sorry, we didn't catch your name."

"I'm Tonks, and this is Kingsley Shacklebolt. We work with Arthur at the Ministry," she said.

"We are Aurors—dark wizard catchers," said Kingsly.

A very dirty man with straw-colored hair came towards the group flanked on either side by a Weasley twin.

"Oh, hi there. This is Mundungus Fletcher," said Fred.

"He helps us procure some of our ingredients," added George with a wink.

Dumbledore had walked a short distance away and called the meeting to order while everyone found a place to sit. It seemed like chairs had magically appeared while the girls were getting ready. Dumbledore introduced the girls to those who hadn't met them yet and explained why the Charmed Ones had been brought into the Order, as well as the sudden appearance of Harry.

"Thanks to the warnings we received from Severus Snape, two tragedies have been avoided. Severus had to leave earlier tonight, but he did know that Voldemort was planning on moving against the Charmed Ones tonight."

The sisters looked at each other in confusion. At the name Voldemort, a collective shudder ran through each of the witches and wizards. Were these people that afraid of him?

After the meeting was over, with all reports from various agents given, the sisters noticed that Harry was not looking well. He was pale and kept rubbing the scar on his forehead.

"Is he going to be alright?" Phoebe asked, voicing all three women’s concerns.

"It has, unfortunately, happened to him before," Remus said in a strained voice. He obviously didn’t like seeing the son of his best friend endure all the things that he had, thus far, been forced to. "Harry is a strong young man, I'm sure he'll be just fi—”

Harry had been talking to Hermione and Ron when he, for the second time that night, grabbed at his scar, screaming in pain, and started to fall to the ground. Ron managed to catch him before he hit the ground and gently lowered his best friend down on the floor. In an instant, Dumbledore was at his side with Remus and Molly. The girls stayed back, feeling like outsiders looking in, holding onto each other with tears in their eyes.

"He knows that the Charmed Ones have been moved," gasped Harry after throwing up.

Leo orbed in with a grim look on his face. Taking in the scene, he asked, "What's going on?"

"Voldemort knows your wife and her sisters have been removed from the Manor," Dumbledore answered him.

"Where have you been? You left hours ago! I was getting worried!" Piper said. She was angry that he had been gone so long when so many things had happened in his absence. She knew she was being irrational in her anger, but she had been worried about him. Leo opened his mouth to protest, but saw the tears in her eyes and took her into his arms instead.

"I'm sorry. I was working and didn't have time to check back in," Leo said, stroking her back gently. Pulling away, he looked into her eyes. "We have to work now, Piper."

Leo turned slightly toward Dumbledore, one arm still around his wife. "He didn't just attack the Manor. Harry, I'm sorry, but your aunt and uncle have been killed."

Harry looked at Leo in shock. So that had been the first time he had felt Voldemort's anger. Harry couldn't lie and say he felt grief over their deaths; he had never loved them, and they had hated him. The pain he felt was because yet more people had been murdered in an attempt to kill him.

"What about my cousin Dudley?" Harry asked, feeling shock sinking in. He felt cold and was having trouble breathing.

Harry felt Phoebe move behind him, supporting him against her, while she whispered, "Slow down your breathing. Breathe slowly—in through your nose and out slowly through your mouth. You're going to pass out if you don't."

Leo met Phoebe's eyes, then Dumbledore's. "I don't know. His body wasn't found. A neighbor named Mrs. Figg gave a report to police saying that Dudley was a troublemaker and bully. When they asked about you, she told them Petunia Dursley said two of your teachers had come to take you back to school early. Professor Dumbledore, you should go to the police department and explain that Harry has been in the care of your school.

"Phoebe, I'm going to need to take you to the crime scene. We need a premonition so we know what kind of demon we're dealing with. We also need to see if we can find Dudley."

"All right, let's go," said Piper, sounding business-like.

"No, Piper," Leo said. "If the demon was a tracker, it may be able to find Harry—even in this house. You and Paige stay here; you've fought a tracker before. You two need to help protect Harry."

"But if it's a trap…" Piper began. She was getting angry again. She didn’t want her little sister, who had no defensive powers, going without her there to protect her.

"Then I will be there to orb Phoebe out," Leo said firmly.

"Piper, it's okay. They probably won't expect anyone magical to care enough to come and investigate. I'll be fine, sweetie," Phoebe said, getting up and walking over to Piper. She pushed a lock of her sister's hair behind her ear.

Remus watched the family with rising anger that they would endanger what was his this way. He surprised himself thinking that way. When had he come to consider her to be his? Was it just the wolf inside him being possessive, or did he really care about her more than he had thought?

"I'll go with Phoebe and Leo, Piper," Remus said.

Piper studied him for a moment. "Thank you. He used to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He can help protect her."

"All right, let's go," Leo said, sighing in defeat, not knowing what had happened between Phoebe and Remus. "Hold Phoebe's hand, and I'll orb all of us there." Leo took Phoebe's other hand and orbed all three out.

"Whoa, I think you left my stomach back there," Remus said when they materialized.

"Wait a minute; you can Floo, but you orbing makes you sick?" Phoebe teased.

"Hi, we're here for a reason," Leo said. "Try to get a premonition and remember this is a crime scene; use the back of your hand so that you don't leave fingerprints." He was anxious to get out of the house before any of the neighbors noticed they were there.

Phoebe blinked and asked, "Can I have some light here?"

"Lumos," she heard Remus say. Light flared from the tip of his wand.

"Cool.” She withdrew her own wand. "Lumos." Phoebe jumped when it lit and then laughed.

"Focus," Leo said in exasperation. "In there."

Phoebe walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Blood splattered the walls, pooling on the table and saturating the light, cream-colored carpet in several places. Bloody handprints lined the far wall and there was a scorch mark on the wall next to the living room entrance. The stench of blood was horrible, nauseating Leo and Phoebe, and exciting the wolf in Remus as much as it disgusted him.

"How many bodies did they find?" asked Phoebe, walking over to the scorch mark for a closer look.

"Two: Petunia and Vernon Dursley," replied Leo.

"Then this is Dudley," Phoebe said, pointing at the scorch mark. Phoebe handed her wand to Leo, who had followed her over with Remus. After a moment's hesitation, she placed the backs of both her hands on the scorch mark. Phoebe gasped, and her body went rigid. Leo and Remus exchanged looks of dread. With the way they found the house, neither of them wanted to see what she was about to.

They were sitting at the dining room table, discussing their relief to be rid of Harry early. A tall, white man shimmered into the dining room. Petunia screamed.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Vernon yelled, both frightened and angry.

"Where is Harry Potter?" the man asked.

"Are you one of those freaky friends of his?" bellowed Vernon. "You're too late; the other freaks came for him earlier! Get out of my house!"

The man smiled and walked over to Vernon, morphing into a huge demon with green and yellow-splotched skin. Its' eyes were black, and it had black, shiny horns sticking out of its temples. It was huge and disgusting. Its muscles rippled as it grabbed Vernon by the back of the head. An athame appeared in its other hand, and it gutted Vernon. Blood and intestines shot out of his huge gut, completely covering the evening meal, while he and his family screamed. Then, the demon ripped off Vernon Dursley's head and threw it into a corner.

Petunia was screaming hysterically and seemed rooted in her chair by terror. Dudley, however, made a break for the living room. The demon conjured a high voltage energy ball, and threw it at him. It hit Dudley, and by the time he came in contact with the wall, his body had disintegrated, leaving only the scorch mark.

Petunia slipped into madness after watching her beloved husband and son brutally murdered. She was still screaming and drooling, as she had begun to tear clumps of hair out. She clawed at her own skin.

The demon watched her for a short while, laughing at her hysterics. When she had almost screamed herself hoarse, it walked around the table and lifted her out of her chair by her neck.

"What should I do with you?" it asked, eyes glittering.

Petunia stopped screaming and was quietly sobbing and whimpering. It tore her clothes from her body. She tried to get away but was nowhere near strong enough. It brutally raped her, enjoying the pain inflicted on her, reveling in her grief and futile attempts to escape. As it ejaculated, it ripped out her throat with sharp, serrated teeth.

Phoebe hadn't moved for a few seconds, and Leo was just beginning to relax when she screamed in terror. Her pain seemed to last forever, though it was, in reality, less than a minute. She sobbed, whimpered, and cried. They tried frantically to remove her hands from the mark, but it was like they were glued to the spot. When the premonition was finally over, she dropped to her knees, crying. She fell onto all fours, vomiting repeatedly. When Leo tried to comfort her from behind, she fought him. After she finished retching, Phoebe fell backwards and curled into a ball on the floor, still crying.

Remus walked towards her, calling her name. Phoebe opened her eyes as Remus knelt next to her. He saw recognition amidst the pain, fear, and violation in her eyes. He lifted her into his arms. Her arms went around his neck, and she sobbed into his chest. Leo put one hand on each of them and orbed back to Grimmauld Place.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When Leo orbed them back, he did not go back to the crowded kitchen, opting instead for the sitting room. Remus tried to lay Phoebe on the sofa, but she held on more tightly. "Please, don't leave me. I needed you, Remus," she whispered hoarsely. His heart melted, and he sat on the sofa with her small body situated on his lap.

"I'm going to get her sisters and Dumbledore," Leo said to Remus.

Phoebe still shook violently with sobs. Remus held her close and whispered, "You're safe. I'll never let you go. I'm here. I'll protect you." He hesitated. He wanted to tell her how his heart burst inside his chest with love every time he saw her.

She never got the chance to reply as her sisters bolted into the room with Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Minerva, Harry, Ron, and Hermione behind them. Phoebe's sisters instantly surrounded Remus.

"Is she hurt?" Paige asked, not seeing any physical injuries.

"What the hell happened to her?" Piper demanded, glaring at Leo and Remus.

"I don't know," Leo admitted. "You know that her powers have advanced to feeling the pain of the victims, and, when she started screaming, we tried to remove her hands from a scorch mark on the wall. We couldn't budge her. Whatever Phoebe saw was extremely traumatic; she's been like this since she came out of it."

While Leo was speaking to her sisters, Phoebe whispered, "I love you. I need you. I've wanted you since before I met you. Lend me some of your strength."

Phoebe sat up and managed to give Remus a small smile. He gasped. She was a great deal paler than earlier, the circles under her eyes were more pronounced by the red puffiness of her eyes. Her nose was red, and she was still crying. Remus handed her a tissue.

"Thank you." Phoebe took a deep breath, blew her nose, and got off of Remus' lap, sitting next to him. She noticed the children in the room looking at her with trepidation.

"Your cousin Dudley is dead, Harry," Phoebe said in a congested voice, choking on emotion. "Why don't you three go up to bed; it's getting late.” She looked pointedly at Molly.

"She's right. You've seen that she's all right. You have to start them on lessons tomorrow," Molly said, trying to usher them out of the room.

"I have a right to know what happened to them; they were the last of my family," Harry said angrily. They expected him to save the whole damn wizarding world, and yet the insisted on keeping things from him. "They died because of me, and I need to know how!"

"You're not old enough to know how! Please, Harry, just go," Phoebe begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Harry's faced softened when he saw the look on her face and heard the pain in her voice. Harry suddenly decided he didn't need to know. There were things that he would do anything to forget. If a Charmed One, who was used to demon attacks, was this hurt over what had happened, he didn't want to know and have that preying on his mind, too.

"I'm sorry. I hope you feel better. Thank you for finding out about Dudley," Harry said, eyes downcast. "Goodnight."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other in shock. "Goodnight," they said together, hurrying out after Harry.

Paige sat next to Phoebe, and Piper knelt on the floor in front of her. She described the bloodbath that had been the dinning room and Vernon and Dudley Dursleys' deaths. Then, with Remus and her family around her supporting her, she recounted Petunia Dursley's horrible death.

Arthur held a crying Molly with tears in his own eyes. Minerva had sunken, pale-faced, into a chair, blinking furiously. Dumbledore stood against a wall, tears running into his beard. Remus finally understood what had almost broken one of the strongest people he had ever met and loved her more than ever. Both of her sisters cried over what their sister had experienced and held Phoebe, comforting her. Leo sat in guilty shock in front of his charge, his family. He felt guilty because he had been the one who subjected her to it.

"You were right to send Harry away," said Dumbledore. "I am going to the Muggle police station to tell them where Harry is. They cannot be allowed to even entertain the thought that Harry could do this."

"Phoebe, you're exhausted—emotionally and physically. Why don't you try to get some sleep?" Leo asked gently.

"I can't. Every time I close my eyes, it's there." Phoebe tried to stand up, but lost her balance and was caught by Remus.

"You have to sleep. You aren't even able to stand," Remus said, love and concern all over his face.

"I have a sleeping potion," Molly said, wiping her eyes on a handkerchief. "I'll get it. It will keep you from dreaming."

Phoebe nodded.

"Someone will have to stay with Phoebe. We can do it in shifts—” Piper’s words were cut off by Remus.

"I will stay with her."

"But," Piper began to protest.

Phoebe caught her eye and nodded.

Piper gave a stiff smile and relented. “Okay.”

Molly came back in with a vial and a cup. "Who's staying with her?"

"I am," Remus said, looking up at Molly who gave him a small smile.

"Make sure she drinks all of this. It should keep her out all night," Molly instructed.

"I'll carry it because I'm pretty sure you'll be carrying her," Paige said, taking the magical medicine.

Once Remus had Phoebe in her room, he waited outside with Leo while Paige and Piper got Phoebe changed. Piper opened the door and put a hand on Remus' chest when he tried to go in. "If she needs us, you had better get us," Piper said. "I know she loves you, and I can tell you love her. I also know what you are, and, if anything happens to her, we know how to track and kill you."

Remus' eyes widened, and he stared at the small woman in front of him who suddenly seemed very dangerous. He heard Leo snicker at his wife.

Piper smiled at Remus. "Now that that’s out of the way, if you get too tired and need a break, come and get one of us, and we'll relieve you, okay?"

Remus nodded mutely, not understanding the sudden change in demeanor.

"It's a sister thing. If Piper didn't trust you, she wouldn't have allowed you to go with Phoebe and me earlier nor would you be staying with her tonight. The two remaining sisters always find a way to keep the endangered one out of harm's way," Leo enlightened Remus. "Apparently I missed something earlier?"

"Yes, and so did I, obviously," said Remus, scanning his memory for when Phoebe could have told her sisters.

Leo waited for Remus to elaborate but figured if he didn't, Piper would later. Piper and Paige said goodnight and kissed Phoebe. Both said goodnight to Remus, before leaving the room, shutting the door behind them. He looked down at Phoebe laying on the bed in a tank top and shorts, fully aware that, under different circumstances, he'd pounce on her.

Phoebe smiled wearily at Remus. He looked so handsome in the candlelight as he smiled back. Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew if she hadn't been so drained, she would beg him to comfort her with his body.

"Will you lay with me?" Phoebe asked a bit timidly.

"Of course," Remus said, grinning wolfishly. He picked up the sleeping potion, poured it into the cup and helped Phoebe to sit up and drink.

"That tastes like shit," Phoebe sputtered. Remus grinned again. "Drink it. It will help you sleep." With a reluctant look at him, she downed the contents of the cup with a grimace.

Remus put the cup down. He removed his shirt and trousers, remaining clad in an undershirt and pants. Phoebe watched him hungrily from the haze that had begun to cloud her vision. Remus climbed carefully over Phoebe and, when his bare thigh came in contact with the soft skin of her’s, Remus realized this was a bad idea. Remus gritted his teeth and lay down next to Phoebe. She tuned into him, barely awake. Remus slid his arm under her head, gently putting it on his shoulder. He felt her drape her well-muscled, smooth leg across him possessively.

"I love you Remus," he heard her murmur.

“I love you, too, Phoebe," Remus said, tightening his hold on her before realizing she was already asleep. He settled down for a long night of fighting the wolf and his body's response to her.