Number 4 Privet Drive, a house of complete normalcy. This particular house's front lawn looked completely perfect, trimmed neatly and with plants of an exotic sort. Many would pass this particular house, and comment on its rather lovely appearance.

Unfortunately, it was not lovely within.

"You believe this is the house?" A tall, perhaps intimidating woman, questioned the man that currently stood beside her. The man furrowed his brows for a moment, before letting out a sigh.

"Unfortunately, it is." He commented, his sad eyes looking towards the house. "Especially when you consider its situation." He then allowed the middle aged woman to approach the door, her posture tense and eyes hard. Then, her expression and posture completely morphed into a pleasant and welcoming nature as she knocked on the door.

A few moments later, the door opened and a small boy looking about seven or eight years, opened the door. His large emerald eyes which were barely hidden by large rimmed glasses, held so many emotions which the woman picked up instantly.

Worry.

Anxiety.

Calculating.

Pain.

Horror.

"Y-yes?" His voice, shy, timid and slightly stuttering. The woman was already forming theories and she did not like them one bit.

"Hello, are your mother and father in?" She asked gently, her tone and handling of the situation was completely out of character; though it wasn't illogical, due to what she figured was going on. Her brown

eyes took in the sudden flash of panic before the boy turned and let out a, "Aunt Petunia!" and her eyes narrowed subtly as a "What is it boy?!" was responded before a woman with such a neck, a long face and eyes which held no love, approached them at the doorway. The woman harshly gripped the boy, which was no doubt Harry Potter, and gave them a false welcoming smile.

"Hello, I'm Petunia. We do not wish to buy anythi-" Petunia was cut off as the woman's whole demeanour changed once more."We aren't sales people, and you will let us in." The sudden hostility coming from the woman set Petunia on edge. Her eyes widening as she fully took in the woman, finally realizing who it was.

"You!" Her expression turned fearful, quickly allowing them entrance and shoving the boy into the living room. "We cut ties with you-"

"I'm growing tired of your words, so be silent and allow us speak." The woman pried Harry away from Petunia, gently holding him closer to her. Knowing the flinch and the tense posture that he was giving off, was red alarm bells.

Suddenly, Petunia found herself unable to get out words. Her expression growing even more horrified.

"I am Penny Halliwell. Your grandmother. You know that. And by all rights, Harry is coming with me." Giving Petunia a glare, Penny gently guided Harry away. As she was doing so, she didn't give Petunia a backwards glance; only pausing within her steps as Petunia began to speak. Now that her voice was given back.

"Take him, run with him. He's a freak, he's abnormal. He is not welcome here." Petunia casted such a glare upon the boy, which got him quivering. "We never wanted him, all because my darling sister got herself blown up, so we were saddled with him." This caused an uncomfortable silence to float throughout the room, Penny could feel the small boy trembling within her arms; which inspired her next words.

"His home is not here, it will never be. Allow all to know what harm you've done." Nothing seemed to have changed, but Penny sent Petunia a sweet smile. "Nice seeing you, hope you enjoy your day." She said with false politeness, turned and gently guided the boy towards the door. Penny felt disturbed at how willingly Harry was obeying her. She stopped at the door.

"Rose and Lily would have been terribly disappointed in you," She said, a hint of sadness.

As they exited the house, the boy seemed conflicted, his emerald eyes glistering. Finally, as they turned the corner; Harry spoke up.

"You're my great grandmother?" His voice was quiet, with a slight tremble. His eyes were locked onto the older woman, then ducked his head. "Why didn't you come sooner?" Then, the soft but easily heard sound of sniffling. Penny stopped them, as they met up with the man. He was about to comment, until Penny held up her finger; She turned to face Harry, getting on her knees so she was eye level.

"I didn't know you were alive." She responded, her hands gently moving to caress the distressed child's tear-stained cheeks. "When Dumbledore found out about us, he contacted us instantly. He had no idea we were around, much less that you had more family." Seeing the confusion on the small boy's face, Penny had to restrain herself from marching back towards Petunia's house and casting a nasty spell.

"Albus knew your parents, I believe Petunia at least told you about your parents?" Penny's eyes narrowed angrily, when Harry timidly shook his head signalling no. She quickly schooled her expression back into a more welcoming one to prevent Harry from getting startled.

"Your mother was my granddaughter alongside your Aunt. Albus thought that when your mother died, we did too. Fortunately that wasn't true, so i'm able to take up custody." Penny was again disturbed with how little Harry knew of his family, and willingly welcomed him into her arms as this poor boy sobbed his heart out.

Eventually, Penny hoisted the slumbering boy, who had cried himself to sleep, up and turned to the man.

"Shall we head off, Sam?" She asked the man, who nodded and gently gripped them both. And, thankfully with no one around. They dissipated into small orbs of light, and disappeared from view.

Chapter 1:

As they reappeared in the hall of what is known as The Halliwell Manor, three women approached Penny. "Grams, you found him." The woman in the middle, whispered. She approached the boy and Penny, eyes soft and sad at the state the boy was in.

"Did he know?" She questioned, anger sparking in her eyes.

"Albus suspected, which is why he contacted us so quickly." Penny responded, smiling proudly at the brown haired woman. "Piper, you'd make a wonderful mother someday." Penny complimented, as she handed Harry over to Piper. He, upon exchange; proved her comment by snuggling and not waking up at all in Piper's arms.

"He's so light." Piper commented, her eyes downcasted and angry. "How could they, his own blood family." She stopped herself, turning as the other two woman approached her.

"This is him, our cousin. I guess you could say." She said quietly, watching fondly as the oldest of her sisters; Prue Halliwell, with her black hair and blue eyes sparkling with wonder and love, was the first to move closer.

"He's so beautiful." She whispered, taking note of Phoebe Halliwell; the youngest, moving alongside them and agreeing.

"I can't believe he was all alone." Phoebe sadly said, having to restrain herself from running her hand through his hair as a sign of comfort. As she was told beforehand, that he may not appreciate it.

"Fortunately, he has us now." Piper said with such conviction. With that, the girls split up as Piper carried the boy to bed.

It was early in the morning when Harry found himself awake in an unfamiliar environment, it took a few moments for his drowsy mind to recall last evening's events and though cautious; Harry found himself smiling at the fact he would never have to go back to The Dursleys. It was by a female voice that startled him, causing him to shrink back into the bed. Harry blearily glanced up at her, hands instantly seeking his glasses. Upon finding them, he put them on which cleared up his view.

A woman of average height, long brown hair and brown eyes which held much warmth. Her lips curled into a welcoming smile of affection and she approached him carefully. "Good morning, slept well?" She asked gently, waiting patiently for his response. Harry shyly nodded, bowing his head.

"I'm Piper, one of your cousins. Our mother was your mother's stepsister." Piper introduced herself, taking note of his confusion. "Patty was the youngest, Rose Evans was born from Grandma's second marriage to a man called Jacob Evans. He was by far, the second longest she had." Piper explained, smiling fondly at the story that always gave bittersweet memories to her grandmother. "Unfortunately, despite best efforts, he passed away on Lily's third birthday." She quickly scooped Harry up into a hug, sensing he was about to cry; in the sad memory of the grandfather he never got to know, and the husband Penny lost. She felt the boy tense in her arms, before beginning to weep. After a few moments, and a grumble of a certain stomach; Piper smiled knowingly.

"Hungry? I cooked you breakfast," Piper answered, amused. Harry shook his head, protesting despite his hunger.

"Why? I thought I'd have to clean, or even cook for you." Harry was overly puzzled, which made Piper narrow her eyes. The brunette gently spoke up, prying into his worry.

"They made you cook?" Piper asked, and her smile become a little more forced upon Harry's resulting nod. Piper looked away for a moment, before turning back to him. "Well, you will never have to cook, do chores alone or be forced to do anything you find unsavory." She decided, saying such words with such finality. Harry gaped, feeling quite overwhelmed as his eyes began to tear up. This resulted in Piper gently pulling him into her embrace. "Harry, there's someone I'd like you to meet."

This perked the boy's interest, emerald green eyes peering up at her curiously.

"He's been dying to meet you, so… Leo. You may come in." Harry watched as Piper called out, her head facing the door. Then, the door opened and a blonde haired man peeked through. Instantly, Harry felt a welcoming and friendly aura seeping off this man. Almost as if he was a true incarnation of good.

The man, Leo, gave Harry a smile. Approaching the boy carefully, he sat just at the edge of the bed; where Piper was currently sat at. Leo's blue eyes watched quite intently at the boy's movements, to prevent from scaring him.

"Hello Harry." He said softly, causing Harry's eyes to widen. Harry suddenly recalled a moment in his life. Though unknown, Harry had a photographic memory. He remembered everything that he had seen.

"Who's a cutie~!" The red-haired beauty cooed, which Harry supposed must have been his mother. Lily smiled sweetly at baby Harry, as James Potter chuckled beside her. "So, when are you going to marry her?" James asked, looking up at their Whitelighter, which they earlier spoke about the danger and luck of having a part-time whitelighter. Though the reason why was unknown. The blonde haired man gave the messy black one, a slightly nervous smile.

"What do you mean?" He asked, blue eyes casted sideways. He fiddled with the hem of his jeans, a nervous grin upon his lips.

"Don't be silly, Leo. We figured out you were involved, who's the lucky Whitelighter?" Lily prodded, grinning dreamily. Leo coughed, giving them a sappy smile.

"Witch, actually." He finally conceded. "And I don't know how to propose." He confessed.

oOo

It was a lonely day, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had thrown Harry out after a 'freakish' incident and a nasty black eye. Harry trudged miserably along the roads to the park, nursing his sore eye and a aching chest. The young boy stopped when a man he seemed to recognize, was seated on a bench. He swore he remembered him. As Harry ventured closer, the man was looking at him with concern and that was the last thing Harry could remember before he blacked out from the pain. A name.

Leo.

The next thing Leo knew, Harry threw himself in his arms. Once again sobbing his little heart out. Leo's arms snaked around the small boy, pulling him close and holding him as if he was a long lost son. This heartfelt occurence got Piper smiling with tears in her eyes, feeling as if she had got to experience a wonderful reunion.

"Leo." Harry whimpered, his little hands gripping at the man's shirt. "I remember you." He whispered, tears overflowing. Harry remembered everything. This was the man that was seen with his parents. This was Leo.