Note: This is kinda like a sequel to A Hogwarts Christmas Dance.

Chapter ratings will be subject to change as the story progresses.

DISCLAIMERS

Harry Potter: J.K.R owns them, not me, myself or I.

Charmed: Constance M. Burge owns them.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Joss Whedon owns them.

PS (SS), CS, POA, GOF, OoTP and HBP Spoilers.

Vampyr

Prologue: Memories and Foreboding Feelings.

It was ten in the morning and Harry Potter was once again lying on his bed and staring at his bedroom ceiling in complete and utter boredom. His summer was half over and he was beginning to wonder if he was going to see Hermione and Ron before school started up again. His mind wandered through different thoughts until it came to rest on the recollection of a dream he'd had last night. In his dream he had been standing in front of a grand red and cream Victorian manor watching three brown haired women gardening in their front garden. What surprised him though was that the dream had suddenly changed from a peaceful setting to that of horror and mayhem. The images of the three women fighting and killing a demon seemed all too real to him. He knew these women were powerful people and if they weren't just a figment of his imagination he would like to meet them. Maybe he could learn from them, as there had been powerful magic at play in his dream.

As soon as he had awoken from his dream he had written to Lupin about it and now he impatiently awaited his reply. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed the photo of Hermione, Ron and himself and looked over it, wanting so much to be with his friends right now, but most of all Hermione. He smiled at the memory of the Christmas dance that had brought Hermione and himself together, the dances that they had shared with each other that night, and particularly his first kiss with Hermione. The many months that he had spent with her after that dance had filled his heart with joy and hope and the feelings he had experienced were good and peaceful ones, but then it all suddenly turned to crap when an attack on Hogwarts changed his and many other people's lives forever. Dumbledore had died hideously at the end of Snape's wand, erasing any kind of protection Hogwarts and its occupants had had against Voldemort. Harry hadn't planned on returning to Hogwarts but when the school letter came he had changed his mind. He wasn't going to be defeated, he was going to stand tall and fight for his life and that of many others. The future counted on him, but he knew he needed help.

San Francisco

Piper Halliwell glanced up from her crossword and looked at the TV screen in front of her. It was past two in the morning and the movie that she had attempted to watch was coming to an end. For the past couple of nights Piper had been finding it hard to sleep due to an overwhelming sense of foreboding that she was finding hard to explain. Piper put down her crossword, stood up and padded through the dark foyer and dining room of Halliwell Manor to the light of the Kitchen.

"Maybe a drink will help me sleep," she said to her self as she took out a can of Paige's caffeine free diet coke. As she took a swig her mind wandered to the unease she was feeling.
Three nights ago a report on the news suggested that recent scientific developments indicated that the Big One was likely to strike San Francisco within thirty- years, but somehow Piper knew that that wasn't the problem, considering she had been through many earthquakes in her life.

No, it was something darker, more sinister than shifting fault-lines. Something that made her shiver when ever she dared think about it. Piper headed back to the parlour with her diet coke and settled herself back on the couch and resumed her crossword. It was going to be another long and sleepless night.

Hello, how are you all? This is my first attempt at this kind of story so please be patient. Reviews are very much appreciated.