It had been about 2 years since Wyatt had last seen his baby brother. They had gotten into an argument about something trivial. The last thing Wyatt said was that he wished Chris wasn't his brother then Wyatt left in a huff leaving Chris alone. When Wyatt returned Chris had left. At first Wyatt thought that Chris was just upset, but then he became worried. That was the last time anyone saw the young elder. His entire family went to search for him, but nobody human, witch, or demon had seen him.

Everyone told Wyatt that it wasn't his fault, but he still blamed himself for leaving Chris alone. Since that day there had been a wedge between Wyatt and his family. Piper and Leo tried to help him, but nothing they said could fix what had happened. Wyatt soon took a darker turn for he would do anything to find his brother. He would never give up on him. At the age of 17, while others would be at magic school Wyatt was traveling through the underworld looking for his 15 year old brother.

"What are we going to do?" Piper asked her husband. "Every since …. He has changed so much." Tears rolled down her cheek at the loss of her baby son. She didn't want to lose her eldest either. She couldn't handle it again.

"I know, but what are we to do? He got himself expelled from Magic School and now any school fears his anger." Leo said. Chris's disappearance had hit Leo hard. For a year, Leo refused to enter the manor and would spend every moment with the Elders looking for Chris, but after the year point the hope had dissipated. Leo understood Wyatt's rage, but he needed help. It was then that an idea came to him and all he needed to do was to call an old friend.

When Wyatt returned home covered in bruises from a battle with a demon he came face to face with an older gentleman who looked like he was homeless. His parents were standing right next to him with looks of understanding.

"Hello Wyatt."

"Um..Hey…Who are you?" Wyatt said placing Excalibur back into the stone and taking of his black leather jacket.

"I am Dumbledore."

"That's great, but what do you want?"

His parents answered for him. "We are sending you to a school in England."

"WHAT! HELL NO!" Wyatt screamed. There was no way that he was stopping his search for Chris. Nothing in the world would stop him.

"Wyatt, watch you language!" Piper said. "You need a change and Dumbledore will help out with this. Please for us….." a silence fell over the family.

"We can't lose another son….please…" Leo pleaded. Wyatt knew the toll it took on his dad. He still helped him look every once in a while.

"Fine…" Wyatt said defeated. He didn't want to cause his parents more pain.

"I will be back tomorrow to get you and I will have your wand." Dumbledore said then disappeared with a popping sound.

"Where am I going and why do I need a wand?"

"To Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding."

Later the next day…

Wyatt had said good bye to his aunts, uncles, and cousins. He now waited with his mother in the kitchen. He had never learned how to cook like his mother. That was all Chris. A tear fell at the thought of his baby brother.

"I know you want answers, but this will be a good thing Wyatt." His mother said hugging her eldest. He gripped her tightly until he heard the same popping noise from earlier.

"It is time to go." Dumbledore said holding out his arm.

"Why can't I just orb there?" Wyatt asked.

"Because Hogwarts is protected against unauthorized transportation which means that you can only get in with the help of a teacher." Dumbledore explained. It made sense but something about him made Wyatt question his sanity.

"Also I have your wand created especially for your use." Wyatt was handed a piece of white wood that seemed to glow with a golden tint. Suddenly a feeling of power and warmth encased him

"It is made of a special wood only found by elders. Your father brought it to me to give to you." Wyatt nodded.

"Now time to go."

Wyatt turned back towards his mother for one last good bye. With tears in her eyes she wished him luck and hoped that he would once again be happy. Wyatt grabbed his stuff then left with the old man.