"I can't wait for the next one!" a boy that looked around 16 yelled out loud as he threw a heavy book on the ground.

A younger boy sauntered toward Wyatt, picked up the now worn out book, and put it neatly on his older brother's desk.

"Wyatt how many times did you read this? Geez, don't you get sick of it?"

The incorrigible Wyatt bounced up on his bed, "For your information I read the first four Harry Potter books at least thirty times, and I cannot wait for the fifth one! I'm dying here, 'lil bro! The suspense is killing me!"

"Um… I don't get why you like the book so much. You do remember that we are witches, too? And everything in that book is false anyway. Really, think of all the consequences if we used our powers for personal gain," Chris sighed as he dramatically patted his downtrodden brother's shoulder.

"That's why I love it so much! Think about what we could do if we weren't bound by such stupid personal gain limitations? The magic we could do!"

"Once again, it's all false! If we tried to do half the things stated in that series, the Elders would strip us of our powers permanently."

"I know, I know. Well, a boy can only dream," Wyatt sighed. He lay on his bed, his arms crossed behind his neck, as if to support the heavy weight of his ever-growing fantasies.

Chris laughed, "Isn't it ironic? A real witch wanting to be a fake witch?"

As a sudden revelation hits him, Wyatt jumps from his bed, "Hey, I just got a brilliant idea!"

"Whatever you thought erase it now. It can't possibly be a good idea."

"Oh, 'lil bro, you're going to love this! What if I write a spell to tell me what will happen next in the series!"

Chris looks at his brother with incredulous eyes, as if what he said couldn't possibly have been uttered by a sane person, "You're joking, right? You want to know what's going to happen next? Are you crazy? That's the same as wanting to know the future!"

"Chris, the fifth book is due to come out in a month. There must already be thousands of copies just laying around waiting to be shipped to the bookstores. All I'm going to do is get a copy of it before anyone else," Wyatt proclaimed with gleeful eyes and the satisfaction of tabling a sound justification for his preternaturally logical brother.

"Personal gain? Hello," Chris replied.

Wyatt answers, unwavering in his determination, "Hey, I'm twice blessed. Something as small as this won't be too much trouble."

Once his brother sets his mind so firmly on something, Chris knows there is no stopping him, so he noncommittally concedes, "Well, if this goes wrong, I am so not helping you make an excuse to tell mom."

"Don't worry. Nothing is going to go wrong. Let's see, what to say…? Ah! How about…"

In this hour, in this time,

Powers transduce my little rhyme.

Let us see what is yet unseen,

The future that is yet untold,

In this world let it all unfold.

As Wyatt concluded, a brilliant light surrounded both he and Chris, and in an instant, they were no longer in their room.

"Um, Wyatt, where the hell are we," Chris demanded as he stared at a gigantic, Victorian castle from across an emerald colored lake.

Wyatt's eyes were widened beyond wonder at the sight. He had thought the spell would simply bring him the next book, but this was beyond his expectations, "Oh, my God. Is that what I think it is?"

Chris was in shock, his mind racing to comprehend what had just happened, or how they ended up in their current predicament. Panic and fear were stricken across his face as the unknown and unimaginable consequences they would face were looming above him. Words seemed to escape him, and the only thought he could muster was, "Mom's gonna kill us."

"Well, then, let's enjoy it while we can! Christopher Perry Halliwell, welcome to Hogwarts!"