'Sup guys! I don't know if all of you remember this story, but this was actually the first story I ever posted here, but do to some problems I decided to deleted from both the site & my computer -.-' Buuut! I decided to start from scratch & try & make it as better as I can! I hope that y'all like it! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Charmed. I just own my character and the little situations I made up Smileys everywhere!

Chapter One:

Not The Last Black

The Halliwell Manor was always full of noise and movement and today wasn't any exception. Pan Halliwell found herself chasing after an overly hyper three year old Wyatt.

"Hey!" Pan laughed as she almost catched the little rascal, only to have him orb out of reach. "That's not fair!"

Giggles came from behind her and when she twirled around, she only caught a glimpse of blonde curls. Pan blew a dark curl out of her eye as she started walking out of the parlor and inching her way into the family room. She peered around the doorway, her light eyes narrowing as she let her sense of hearing take over only to find that everything was a little too quite.

"Who are you looking for?" A deep whisper made the petite Halliwell jump in the air and made instinct take over; Pan was turning on the ball of her foot, her arm was perfectly angled so that her knuckle caught her perpetrator right on the nose with a light crunch.

"OW!" Coop's exclamation was muffled by the hand covering the bottom half of his face. "What the hell was that for!"

Pan stood there, both hands over her mouth as she stared at her step-dad, blood slightly rushing in between his fingers. "Can I only tell you how deeply sorry I am?"

"Uh, no?" Coop said sarcastically as the pain got him irritated. "Can you please fix my nose? I think it's broken." Coop said as he put his head back trying to stop the blood flow escaping through his nostrils.

"Wyatt!" Pan exclaimed and immediately saw the blue orbs forming at her side; she crouched down and took the little devil into her arms. "Wyatt, can you heal Uncle Coop's nose?"

The little three year old wordlessly reached for his uncle's face and placed his small hand over Coop's larger one and with no problem whatsoever he started healing Coop's nose.

"It's weird how easily he can control his powers at such a small age." Pan commented as she watched the lights emitting from her baby cousin's little hands.

"Why you say that, P?" Coop said as he felt his damaged nose tingling as all of the small damage done started repairing itself.

Pan frowned and hoisted Wyatt higher on her hip, "At his age my powers were pretty unstable, I ended up destroying pretty much everything every time stuff didn't go my way." She smiled ruefully at Coop who rolled his eyes. "Even now I have problems controlling them."

"Powers," Coop started. "Are different for every witch, kid. Don't over analyze everything." He gave a sigh of relief when he felt his nose crunch back into place.

"Do you think it has something to do with my dad?" Pan kept going, putting Wyatt down when he was down and letting him go running off again.

"Pan…" Coop shifted his feet as he felt Pan's discomfort.

"What?" Pan challenged as she let her temper flare. "It's not fair that you keep hiding this from me. Everybody and I mean everybody knows who my father is, why can't I?"

And in that precise moment the sound of keys jangling and the bolts unlocking the door and in came the beautiful, pregnant Phoebe Halliwell.

"I'm home! Oh, hi guys!" Phoebe closed the door after her and threw her keys into the small bowl next to the coat hanger and let her bag drop under it. "What's up?" She turned and gave her part of the family a huge smile, only to let it drop a second after both Coop's and Pan's emotional waves hit her. "What's going on?"

Phoebe watched as her husband tried to form words but only ended up opening and closing his mouth repeatedly.

Pan rolled her eyes and took a step forward, "I want to know who my dad is. I don't want to wait until later; I don't want to wait until I'm old enough. I want to know now."

Phoebe had to swallow tears as she watched her daughter stand in front of her defiantly, the very same image of the late Prudence Halliwell.

"Sweetheart, I-" Phoebe was interrupted as Leo orbed in between mother and daughter and his expression couldn't be clearer.

"There's a problem."

It didn't take long before all of the Halliwells were cramped up in the living room; Piper had her two boys on her lap, beside her Paige was biting her thumb nail and rubbing the small swell that was her belly and beside her Phoebe had both hands on her swollen belly. Behind her, Coop stood a hand on his wife's shoulder. Pan was in the far side of the room, her expression just a shade darker and the way she crossed her arms made it clear that she wanted to be alone.

"The Elders are having problems with Wizards in Europe. Years ago, a dark Wizard called Voldemort tried to take over Britain, he was stopped when a spell backfired on him when he cast it on an infant, Harry Potter and everybody thought he was killed… until now. He had returned a couple of years ago, but there have been signs that tell us otherwise."

"Okay," Phoebe frowned. "What does that have to do with us?"

Leo breathed through his nose before answering, "They need Charmed help."

"That's dumb to ask." Paige commented before elaborating. "Phoebe and I are pregnant and Piper has to take care of Wyatt and Chris. We can't help, we're mothers first."

"They're not asking for The Power Of Three," At this Leo wasn't brave enough to look at his wife and her sisters, so she looked at his niece. "They want Pan."

"No." The look of fierceness on Phoebe's face made her look like a lioness standing over her cubs.

"Phoebe, if we don't help all of this is going damage us. Exposure costs us all no matter where it happens." Leo tried to explain but the look on Phoebe's face didn't change.

"What do I have to do?" Pan stepped forward, determination all over her features.

"The request was sent from Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts principal and one of the people who are protecting Harry Potter. But, he can't always be protecting him and he believes Voldemort has a connection with him, so he needs someone to be with him at all times and Pan's the best for the job." Leo briefed and watched as the light in Pan's eyes started shinning more than ever.

"And who is this Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts principal, is to say that Pan is ready to face a dark Wizard on her own? She's my daughter and she's only fourteen. She's not going."

"You can't do that!" Pan came out of her corner to stand beside her uncle. "I am capable of doing this."

Phoebe got at the edge of her seat as she prepared herself to argue with the reincarnation of a teenage Prue.

"You're not; you're just a child, Pan. Who do you want to prove? Because we know how strong you are, but you're not ready for something so big, sweetie. Trust me when I tell you this; you're not ready." Phoebe told her daughter with all of the pain of the world, but she really didn't want anything happening to her. Phoebe wasn't ready to let Pan leave her side, yet.

Leo looked at both mother and daughter; Pan didn't look anything alike her mother; she was pale, light eyed with a slight curl to her ink black hair. The splitting image of Prue. While Phoebe was still her brunette, tan self. But one of the things that tied both of them was their personality both Phoebe and Pan were incredibly stubborn.

"She wouldn't be in complete danger, Phoebe." Leo collaborated. "She'll be with Harry and he'll be well guarded."

"How well guarded? Tell me that Leo. There's a dark Wizard after this boy." Phoebe challenged further.

"Dumbledore is one of the best Wizards in Magic history and he's the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, an order that goes against Voldemort and his followers and…" For a moment Leo looked at Phoebe right in the eye before continuing. "Sirius is among them, he won't let anything happen to Pan."

That froze Phoebe in her place and the whole room went quite. Pan looked at all of the adults and couldn't understand what was happening.

"Who's Sirius?" She asked.

"You've got to let her go, Phoebe. It's not fair for Pan." Leo told Phoebe and he could see that her sisters agreed with him.

"I don't get this, what's going on? Who's Sirius?" Pan asked again only to find out that she was being ignored again.

"I have to agree with Leo, honey." Piper spoke looking at her husband first before looking at her little sister. "This is the perfect time, this opportunity won't come again."

"But, maybe this isn't an opportunity maybe this is a sign for her to stay here and out of trouble." Phoebe said as she was running out of arguments.

A snort came from her other side and everybody turned to Paige who had a little knowing smile on her red lips, "We're Halliwell's honey, it doesn't matter how much we hide from trouble, trouble will always finds us."

Phoebe looked at both her sisters and saw she was outnumbered; desperately she looked at her husband. "Please tell me you're on my side."

Coop looked at his step-daughter and found how bad she wanted this and the chance she had. Looking down at the love of his life, he smiled at her and answered, "I'm sorry baby, but you can't keep Pan away from the truth. Plus, you overly protect her; you know she's capable of handling herself and more. Let her go."

Phoebe looked everywhere in the room before her eyes finally settled on her daughter and saw the differences that weren't Halliwell; how her hair wasn't straight like her sisters and hers were, how her hair was inky black and not just a very dark brown that use to be Prue's, how her eyes weren't blue like Prue's were, but something in between green like…his. The way she stood with her shoulders back and her head up is was more than how Halliwell woman carried themselves but the slight carelessness that seemed to follow her… Those were his things.

Phoebe let a hand go through her long, brown hair and the sigh that had been bothering her to escape was finally let loose, but that didn't seem to do anything for the heaviness settling in her chest.

Pan was expecting her mom to argue again with her but when Phoebe Halliwell said; "We need to talk." her brain told her that something big, much bigger than what she had thought was coming her way.

Everybody took that as their cue to leave and both of her aunts while passing her, placed their hands on her shoulder before disappearing into the Solar. Coop gave her head a pat before he leaned down and kissed her temple. Leo just smiled at her, that smile that holded secrets far from her comprehension.

"You have to understand that all of this, I did for our own good; both of us. Got it?" Phoebe said as soon as everybody had left the room.

Pan frowned and nodded her head before going to the love seat her mother had been occupying moments before.

"I was young and naïve, sort of," Phoebe added when Pan had thrown her one of her 'looks'. "When I met your… dad. I was in New York looking for your grandpa, he was new in town and we hit it off right away." Phoebe couldn't help but smile at the bittersweet memory of that handsome, tall, dark and mysterious Sirius Black she had met in a club at downtown New York. "He was such a rebel and he was reckless and back then he made you feel like you had no care in the world. Either we were riding all over New York on his motorcycle or just hanging out on his flat laughing and just enjoying this freedom that we loved." Phoebe touched her daughter's cheek before petting her hair; she knew well that her daughter had inherited that quality from both of them. "It took me no time to fall in love with your dad, we moved in together and we were so happy." Phoebe smiled again and it lit up her face. "I wanted to get married." She laughed lightly.

Pan couldn't help it and she was smiling with her mother as she told her the story, but, at the last bit of information she frowned, "You guys got married?"

Phoebe shook her head, her hair following the movement easily and flawlessly. "Your father was just too much of a rebel to get married." Nevertheless, she smiled and chuckled at the words. "Even though he didn't want to get married I was happy. But, he had a lot of secrets; he told me about his friends and all of the things they did when they were younger. He only told me about his friends, he never talked about his family. It was weird… One day, I woke up and he was gone." Phoebe shrugged, another sigh finding its way out of her lungs. "I waited weeks, a whole month, in our apartment for him but he never came back. During one of those weeks I found out I was pregnant." She smiled softly at her first born. She never regretted meeting Sirius; he gave her something that she would never want to give back. "So, I packed my bags and came back home to your aunts. Prue was not happy that I got knocked up and dumped," Phoebe laughed at the memory. "But I was happy and she couldn't be mad at me forever."

Phoebe was surprised that Pan had only asked a single question and she watched as her daughter's eyes got a bit of that gray that shone when she was troubled.

"What's my dad's whole name?"

"Sirius Black."

"The guy you were talking about before?" Her mom nodded. "Where's he from?"

"Britain."

At that Pan raised an eyebrow, "So, my whole name is Pan Andrea Halliwell-Black or Black-Halliwell and I'm half British?" She considered the information for a second while her mother laughed before coming to a conclusion, "I don't mind being half British! But, didn't you try finding him after you got your powers back?"

Phoebe sobered up and answered, "I did and I found out a lot of stuff." At that she reached for Pan's hair and started playing with a strand.

"And?" Pan said, the silence killing her.

"You're dad wasn't a mortal, sweetie. He was a wizard, explained a lot of things. But what made me take the decision of him never finding you was that he was sent to jail because he was accused of killing twelve mortals, one of his friends and betraying one of his best friends and it was said that he was one of Voldemort's most faithful followers."

Pan just sat there and took in the words. Her father was a murderer?

"But," Pan swallowed when she found her throat dry and tried again. "But, Uncle Leo said that he's part of Dumbledore's order. That means he's one of the good guys. Right?"

Phoebe opened her mouth to try and comfort her daughter when Leo's voice interrupted her. "He's innocent."

Both mother and daughter turned their heads at the same time to look at the family's Whitelighter.

"According to Dumbledore, he's innocent of all of the charges he was sent to Azkaban for except escaping. They found out that Sirius didn't betray anybody, but one of his best friends did."

The expression on Pan's face reminded Phoebe of when she was five-years-old and it was Christmas morning. This was she was fearing, she was getting her hopes up and a little bit too fast.

"Sweetheart-"

"When do I leave?" Pan interrupted her as she faced away from her mother towards Leo.

"As soon as you can." Leo answered and he felt a small spark of proudness for Pan and admired how easily she liked to face things but when he shifted his eyes and locked them with Phoebe's dark ones, he wondered if he was doing the right thing at helping Pan go onto unknown territory.

Pan smiled and turned towards her mother, she was so happy that she couldn't feel or see Phoebe's worry and pain.

Pan left the family room and wasted no time in going up to her room in the Manor.

Phoebe let out another breath before letting her head fall into her hands.

"She can handle herself Phoebs."

She raised her head again to look at Leo who was still standing there.

"Yeah I know that, but can she handle the situation? And can Sirius handle her?"

Leo could only answer her with a shrug and a simple, "We'll have to wait and see." And with that he orbed away.

Sirius Black: 12 Grimmauld Place

The kitchen in his childhood home couldn't be any gloomier and depressing, but the words coming out of Dumbledore's mouth somehow made everything feel… better.

"A daughter?" Sirius Black repeated the word; somehow it felt completely strange and foreign to his mouth.

"Yes Sirius, she's nine months younger than Harry." Dumbledore searched around his robe and got out a moving picture.

Sirius didn't think twice before reaching for it and placed it on top of the dusty table. The picture was obviously taken without the girl knowing and, by Merlin, she was beautiful. She didn't look fourteen at all, what he could tell she was tall and lean as she stood waiting for the traffic light to change, her head bobbing to the music on her ear buds. Her dark hair had this wave that was definitely his, the paleness of her skin was his too, and that small smirk she gave to some guy was his, that carelessness that was evident in her stance was his. He made her and she was perfect. Sirius trailed his finger on the outline of her head and was surprised to feel something stir in his chest. It felt a lot like what he felt for Harry; this slight fatherly, older brother love. But, for the girl in the picture he was pretty sure what it felt like for a father. He didn't even know her name and he loved her already.

"What- what's her name?" Sirius licked his dried lips, his eyes still glued to the picture which made him miss the small smile Hogwarts headmaster had.

"Her mother named her Pan."

"Pan." Sirius whispered and smiled at how the name rolled off his tongue. "Are you sure she's my daughter and Phoebe's?" She was too perfect to be his, he couldn't have made something so beautiful, and he was too reckless back then.

"She has that Black look about her, don't you think?"

Sirius gave Dumbledore a dry chuckle, "And Phoebe's a witch? A Charmed One?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Pan's quite a talented witch, you should be proud of her."

Sirius kept smiling on his own, even well after Dumbledore had left the Order's headquarters and the headmaster had no idea how proud he was of the news. He found that he didn't care if she was a Squib, a muggle or completely evil but the fact that she was beautiful and talented made it all better. And he would get to meet her; he promised himself that he would make up for those almost fourteen years. He had to start somewhere, though and that meant breaking some rules. At the thought the last- one of the last Black smirked before a loud snap was heard and Sirius was gone.

"She'll go to Hogwarts and stay close to Harry. Dumbledore said he would get her all that she needs, so she's covered in that area." Leo informed them as all of the grown-ups sat around the dining table in the Manor.

"Yes," Piper came in, her voice calm and smooth. "But she'll need some of our own stuff, just in case. You know she's more familiar with non-wand witch things." The oldest Halliwell reasoned.

"She already has her own copy of the Book of Shadows, so she's covered there." Paige chirped in. "I'll take her to the Magic Shop tomorrow so she can stock up a trunk full of stuff." The youngest one smiled at her sisters.

"Thanks Paige," Phoebe sighed, "I'll pay for everything she needs."

The pale brunette waved a hand in the air and smiled sheepishly. "Don't worry about it! I wanna help."

For two years now, Paige had owned her own successful magic shop. She sold from protective crystals to small magic spells for people who really needed them and that way it was a heck of a lot easier for magical creatures to find her.

"Okay, so how is she getting there? And where is 'there' exactly?" Coop spoke from behind Phoebe, his arms supporting him from the back of her chair.

"I can take her." Everybody jumped in their seats when a deep voice with an accent spoke from the kitchen table.

All of them turned and found a tall man, slightly rough around the edges, but underneath all of that quite handsome. It took them a couple of stunned minutes to realize who he was.

"Sirius?" Phoebe gasped.

Sirius Black had changed in the fourteen year gap they hadn't seen each other, probably the result of being incarcerated for more than a decade in a place as bad as Azkaban. His hair wasn't as lustrous as it used to be, it hung knotted and lanky around his face which had an almost skeletal look to it. But his eyes were as bright as always, though something deep within them told Phoebe that Sirius wasn't the same man she had loved once before. It was like the look somebody who had gone off to war had in their eyes, sure, they came back alright and happy but just by looking at them you could tell that what they had experienced had changed them entirely.

Sirius shifted his weight nervously and threw a smirk that lifted all of that torment edged on his face. "Hello Phoebs."

"W-what are you doing here?" Phoebe asked and looked off to where the stairs were. This was too soon.

Sirius snorted. "It's kind of obvious what I'm doing here, sweetheart."

Phoebe couldn't help but smile at the pet name, slowly she got up from the chair, a hand going to her back as raised herself; her huge belly being attacked by gravity.

Sirius's eyes went huge at the sight. Phoebe was beautiful than ever, her hair going past her shoulders all shiny and lustrous instead of the short bob she had when they were together. Her face had been ridden of the immature youth she had back when he had met her and now she was all grown up and her smile was as bright as ever and her pregnancy gave her this glow that just took his breath away. He hadn't expected her to walk over and wrap her arms around him, it felt warm and perfect and the huge belly between them making him laugh.

"By Merlin, how far in are you?" Sirius put his hands on her belly and he couldn't help but let his eyes get watery. This might have been what it felt like if he had been here for Pan's pregnancy.

"I'm 7 months in, they're twins." It felt so normal to have Sirius there; she couldn't understand why she had been so afraid to reunite him with Pan. She probably was afraid of him being mad at her and try and take Pan away from her, but, seeing him looking at her belly with this joy that made him almost seemed like himself all of that worry washed away. She placed her hands on top of his and she felt the air rush out of her lungs.

A flash of light.

Mocking laughter.

A stone archway.

Sirius going through a veil.

Death.

With a gasp, Phoebe's eyes snapped opened and immediately started crying.

Coop rushed forward and took his wife away from the very confused Sirius as her body shook with sobs.

Paige, Piper and Leo were left to look after Phoebe and Coop, an awkward silence followed after them as Sirius just stood there.

"Um," Paige started, trying to break the silence. "Hi, I'm Paige." She moved around the table and shook hands with the confused wizard.

As formalities were exchanged, Piper went and made tea as Phoebe was being calmed down by her husband.

Leo, Piper and Paige just sat there looking at Sirius sip his tea, the awkwardness coming back.

"Where's Pan?" Sirius asked putting down the tea cup on its saucer making it clink together.

"Somewhere in the Manor, getting some stuff together." Piper answered, straining her ears trying to listen to her niece moving around upstairs but came up with nothing. She was probably napping with the boys, she hoped.

They watched as Sirius eyes got big, "Sh-she's in the house?"

Leo nodded and started rising from his chair, "If you like I could go get her for you."

Sirius shook his head, his hand going up in a stop motion. "No, no, it's okay. I just came here to know a little about her. I want to get her things she would like at the headquarters, surprise her a bit. I'm not ready to meet her yet." He confessed and looked down at his almost empty tea cup.

Piper smiled at the man, she couldn't understand why her sister was so afraid of this man, and you could easily tell he genuinely cared for Pan.

"She's into Bohemian," Piper said still smiling at him. Sirius looked up at her, his eyes shining. "She likes shawls, red, blue, purple, beads. She has her belly button pierced so don't freak out. She likes tattoos too, so if you have any that's an advantage."

"She likes painting and music." Paige interrupted a big smile on her red lips. "Her favorite painter is Salvador Dali. If you want to paint her room, painted orange but not obnoxious orange, but a soft one, like mango. Oh! She loves mangos."

"If she volunteers to cook, don't let her." Leo contributed. "She's the worst cook in the history of Warren witches, but she's a wonderful potion maker."

These people were her family; they knew her far better than anybody else and he was supposed to be her father, sure he hadn't been there for a great part of her childhood, still, he should know his own daughter.

"H-How rebellious is she?" He decided to ask and was surprised to find that all three of them started laughing among themselves.

"If you didn't know her you'd think that she was spoiled, but she's just so independent and headstrong. She's way too stubborn. I mean, Halliwell women are like that by nature, but she's something else."

As Piper said this, Sirius smile kept growing; her personality was just like his when he was her age.

"Mom!" Pan's voice and the sound of feet pounding down the stairs made them all freeze. Right before Pan entered the dining room a loud crack sounded.

"What broke?" The young Halliwell looked around the quite dining room.

"Um," Leo looked around at his wife and sister-in-law and just decided to shrug at his niece.

Pan looked at Leo with an eyebrow raised, "Okay, do you guys know why mom's crying in the family room? They won't tell me anything." She said as she pointed to where she had last seen her mother buried in Coops chest sobbing her life out. It was probably baby hormones, but it didn't hurt to ask. But it got annoying when Leo just shrugged again.

"He's going to die." Phoebe sobbed finally telling her husband Sirius's fate.

"What? That's what you saw?" Coop's heart stopped, this was bad.

"What are we going to tell them?" Phoebe whispered, sniffing as a new wave of tears smudged her make up.

Coop sighed heavily and said, "We won't tell them anything, we're not going to spoil it for them but we'll prepare them."

"I don't know if I can live with myself, I think we should tell Sirius. At least, we have to tell him. He has to know."

"Don't worry babe, everything will turn for the best. Maybe your vision won't come true."

"We can just hope… I love you."

"I love you too babe."