1Can't fight the moon light -

Disclaimer - I don't own anyone! No one from either Harry Potter , or Charmed. Thank you very much. I wish I did , but I am afraid I don't.

Notes - Set sometime in the future. Well , hmm... It would be set in between the fifth and six book of Harry Potter but set in the year 2010 which means Piper is 37 , Phoebe is 35 , and Paige is 33. Phoebe still works for the bay mirror , Paige doesn't have a job , Piper owns P3 but spends most of her time with her boys , Wyatt and Chris , who are the ages of about 7 and 6. Leo isn't mortal , he got his powers back , and isn't in this story that much. Phoebe and Paige are still single and Piper is married to Leo.

Also , I may not be 100 correct on my Harry Potter info because I haven't read the books in awhile so please forgive me.

There are a few spoilers for HBP later on in this story. Thank you.

Let the story begin ,

Bellatrix's Curse

"You know mum , I still don't see why Harry isn't aloud to have his own room. I mean , after all , he practically bloody lives here." the youngest of 6 sons , Ron Weasley , complained to his busy bee of a mother , Molly Weasley as she handed him one of the magically dried dishes to be put away in the nearby cupboard.

Molly rolled her eyes but still managed that cheerful grin she seemed to always have. "Harry does just fine rooming with you Ronald."

"Yeah , You should just be happy Professor Dumbledore is letting him spend the remaining part of the summer here , Ron." Hermione Granger stepped into Grimmauld's kitchen carrying two large , empty but dirty bowls with both of her tiny , petite hands. She put them on the counter then turned to Molly or who she referred to as Mrs. Weasley. "Fred would like another bowl of stew and George says that you should probably bring out the tea." Hermione continued to smile at Mrs. Weasley. "Professor Dumbledore should arrive with Harry any moment now."

Molly grinned as a comply to the young girl. "Thanks Hermione dear. Ronald and I should be done in a short matter of time. Harry's arrival is very exciting but could you please tell Fred to come get his own stew." Molly took the dirty glassware from Hermione.

Hermione nodded. "Sure thing Mrs. Weasley." Hermione left the room with a somewhat cheerful step.

Ron made a noise and stuck out his tongue in disgust. Molly turned to him with a strange look. "What is it Ronald ?" She dragged out her voice to sound annoyed.

"I just don't get it. It's great that Harry's coming , but why does everyone get so choked up about it ? I mean , come on , It's just Harry." Ron sighed while putting away another dish.

"Why ? Are you jealous Ron?" asked Ginny Weasley as she peeked into the kitchen from the door frame. Ron went to challenge her but she cut him off. "Harry's here."

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"Harry , Harry. Come in." Arthur Weasley held out both hands to retrieve one of Harry Potters trunks. Harry along with the rest of the clan that was behind him was glad that they weren't the ones having to carry their things in.

Harry came into the door , first and foremost receiving a group of endless hugs from his friends. "Hi all. How are you ?" He asked , leaning out of a hug from Ginny and readying himself for one from Hermione.

"Great , Great." Ginny and Hermione squealed out in unison.

"I'm glad to hear it." Harry smiled , turning back to help Arthur with his things.

"I don't know why you all didn't just use magic." A man with a patch over one eye and a wooden leg came through the door.

"Because it was just as easy to do it ourselves." an old raspy voice , Albus Dumbledore came after old Mad-eye Moody.

Followed by Dumbledore was a tall man , just a tinsy bit over 6 feet , he had broad shoulders and a fit somewhat muscular body. His eyes were grayish hazel and matched his light brown silver streaked boyish hair cut. He was known as Remus Lupin.

"Good evening everyone." He waved with his free hand (the other occupied with a small trunk of his own things). He came in just as Ron and Molly made it out of the kitchen. "Arthur , Molly , Fred , George , Ron , Hermione , Ginny." He nodded to them, giving them that rare smile he usually didn't wear anymore. "I'm glad to see your alright."

Ginny, the first one to usually be the inquisitor kept her position and gave Remus a slight frown. "Of course , why wouldn't we be?" she looked at Hermione who gave her an agreed look.

"Yeah. What's wrong Professor Lupin ?" Hermione blankly stared at him. It was becoming obvious that Lupin walked in with a somewhat of a depressing look on his face. But what had come to stump her was the fact that he seemed to be the only one.

"Remus is having some personal troubles." Moody spat , thrashing his body around on his heel to face Lupin.

Harry rolled his eyes. The order had informed him that he was not to talk of Lupin's "Personal troubles" out in front of public , but thinking to himself he quickly decided that Hermione and the Weasleys were much more than just 'public'. "Remus is trying to remove the curse." Harry told them , his voice somewhat quiet.

Hermione raised an eyebrow , "You mean your werewolf curse? But don't you take wolfsbane?"

Remus hesitated before he went to answer but Dumbledore stopped him. "I would like to have a rest before. Maybe we could talk more about this in the sitting room." Albus waved his hands and the remaining luggage apparated from the hands of a struggling Mr. Weasley.

Moody and a flushed looking Remus followed behind Dumbledore to the sitting room. Hermione , and the rest of the children went in and sat down after them while Arthur joined them and Molly took the conversational part as a time to start tea , so she went to the kitchen.

Remus sat in the corner in a nice sitting chair by the light of the fire while the kids crowded onto one of the sofas. Harry sat with Ginny beside him and Ron and Hermione snuggled up close. They had become a bit more than just friends with in the last few days that Miss Granger had arrived.

Dumbledore took a rest in another armchair , Moody paced the floor in the background while Arthur sat Indian style on the floor.

"So , Professor Lupin , why is it that you want to take away the curse ? I mean , you take Wolfs bane , right ?" Hermione leaned back against Ron , earning a confused glance from Harry.

Remus shook his head , keeping his eyes only on the fire. "Well , uh , yes Hermione. But now that Sirius has gone , I have no one to stop me from hunting down that cousin of his who did this to me."

Harry's eyes got big. This was something Remus failed to mention to him. "Bellatrix?"

Hermione twitched her nose , "But wouldn't that have to mean , that she is a...a...a Werewolf?"

Dumbledore held up his hand , not really wanting for Remus to go on. No one was really suppose to hear this , but he figured they all knew too much anyway , he mine as well let them go on.

"An Antimangus. It's just that when she bit me , I had different side affects." Remus mentioned sadly.

"But how in the bloody hell do we break such a curse ? Remus , you have lived perfectly off Wolf's bane for years now. Why is it so important that we get rid of your were side now?" Moody stopped pacing for a brief moment.

Remus sighed almost inaudibly. "Because Sirius is no longer alive to stop me otherwise." He slowly turned towards Moody. "I have lost my best friend , my brother. The only way I can truly be happy now is to live my life without this."

"I guess Remus is quite right. This curse is a constant reminder of our late friend." Dumbledore said in a wise voice. "That is why I have searched for a way to get rid of it. The only way I have found is to destroy the object of which bestowed it upon him."

Harry stood , remembering all of a sudden that Bellatrix was the one to murder his godfather. "I will destroy her. Tonks couldn't , but I may be able to."

Dumbledore laughed in that off kind of creepy way which earned him an uncertain look from Hermione , Harry , Ron and Ginny. "No Harry. Bellatrix is no You-Know-Who , but she is no mediocre either. Harry you are strong and powerful but if you are not careful Bellatrix Black could take your head off in one good stroke."

After a moment Harry indignantly flopped back down onto the sofa.

"Well , what is it that you have called upon Professor Dumbledore? I mean if it isn't Harry than what else could it be ?" Ginny Weasley found her voice.

Dumbledore smiled. "You mean 'Who' is it that I've called upon?" Dumbledore glanced over Remus's head at the large old grandfather clock. "Well , if they accepted my letter you will find out in about...24 hours."

Remus's eyes grew large and a scrunch appeared on his forehead matching just about everyone else's expressions. "Yes, but who are they ?" Ron asked quietly.

"Oh , but the Charmed Ones of course." Dumbledore shrugged pleasantly , giving them all an assuring grin.

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"Wyatt! Chris! Breakfast , now!" Piper Halliwell came into the kitchen raising her hands with a high pitched squeal. She flipped two pieces of toast onto separate plates then sat them down on the islands table top in front of two small island stools. Glancing to the outside from the window she couldn't help but look utterly rigid when she saw only dark clouds and lots of rain in the air. She leaned against the counter with sigh when her two boys fell through the kitchen's swinging door.

"Morning mum." the eldest , blonde haired boy greeted with a slow wave as he hopped up onto one of the stools.

"Morning mum." the other , younger boy echoed , hopping onto the other stool. "What is it that we're having this morning?"

"Toast , eggs , milk." Piper said , somewhat dryly.

The older boy , Wyatt Halliwell , fumbled with the crisp toast and it almost landed on the floor if it were not for the hand that caught it that had just come through the door.

"Be careful boys , wouldn't want your mother to scold you for fallen toast , now , would we ?"

"No Aunt Phoebe." Wyatt agreed with a helpless glance to his irritated mother.

With a glare , Piper took the piece of toast from her sisters passing hand. She flipped it back onto Wyatt's breakfast plate.

Wyatt and Chris didn't hesitate to start eating their food. Their mother wasn't at all in a good mood this unusually dark morning.

"Have a nice sleep?" Piper inquired to her little sister , a bit of a nicer voice to Phoebe than with her children.

Phoebe shrugged. "No , not really." She poured herself a cup of coffee."I had that dream again. You know , the one about the .. Hmm..I am not quite sure what it was about. But it was really ..well.., a bit scary at moments."

"Dreams aren't scary Aunt Phoebe." Wyatt informed his Aunt , taking a few seconds to stop his fast eating.

Phoebe glared at him , "You just worry about that toast."

Chris laughed and Wyatt orbed a piece of egg at his forehead. "Don't pick on me." Chris groaned in disapproval when he picked it off. "Don't complain , you asked for it."

"Hey , cut it out you two." Piper pointed a warning finger at them. She handed Chris a napkin then turned back to her sister. "You know , Phoebe , You do work an awful lot. You could just be really stressed?" Piper reached out to touch her sisters cheek.

"Nah. Well , maybe. I don't know. I don't think that I am working that much."

"Well , I think you have and that's why you are having nightmares. You need a vacation." Piper trailed off with conviction , then , getting a quick thought said, "Or this is a warning . Something that has to do with your nightmare."

"Which warning? What nightmare?" Paige Matthews-Halliwell groggily entered the Manor's cooking corners with a deep frown on her face. "Morning everyone."

Paige leaned on the opposite side of the island and snatched a bite of toast from her youngest nephew. She glowered at him fiercely when he went to protest , so he shrunk back down on his stool and tested out his eggs instead.

"Morning Paige." Piper and Phoebe greeted in unison. "We were just talking. It seems Phoebe had another one of those dreams. We think that the fact that she works too much might have something to do with it."

"Oh. Do these nightmares consist of some x-rated sexual, violently pleasurable, erotic smut dreams with a handsome , large, muscular, nightmare man?" Paige humored somewhat seriously with bits of chewed toast on her lips.

"I don't have sex in my dreams. And also , I only see glimpses of a man in a scary place. I have never actually seen his face , therefore you just keep quiet , Paige." Phoebe muttered looking briefly up from her coffee.

Paige knew she was in trouble when Wyatt and Chris stared up at her with a look between interest and disbelief. "What?" She shrugged innocently. "I'm only stating the truth. I can't help it if that's what Phoebe dreams about."

"Well neither can Phoebe." Piper groaned after seeing Phoebe's troubled stare at the floor. "And Paige , next time you do your R rated rant , could you please not do it in front of my children."

Paige held up her hands in a mock surrender. "Fine , whatever you say. I'll limit my rants to G versions next time I'm in with the tots." Paige slightly giggled at her own joke but stopped when she saw Phoebe , who was now picking up the mail from the breakfast table and giving it a stunned expression. "Phoebe, You alright?"

Phoebe stood in a silenced gaze , the look not leaving for even a second as her eyes skimmed through a hefty seemingly 5 page letter.

"Phoebe." Piper tried , not even have seeing her go to the table.

Phoebe didn't answer.

Piper and Paige shared a slow worried glance then sought out to stare back at Phoebe.

Piper could somewhat sense the tension coming from Phoebe to the letter so Piper figured it was serious. "Okay , boys , why don't you go get ready for school now." She came behind Wyatt and pulled him carefully by the back of his arms off the stool. She did the same with Chris. The boys obeyed and left the room.

Then Piper and Paige came near their sister who was somewhat tardily reading the pages of the letter. "Phoebe , honey , who's it from ?"

Phoebe hesitantly looked up when her sisters were right next to her. "Professor Dumbledore. From Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has a problem and he'd like us to help."