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Fulfilling a Destiny	By : Vampirezdarkgurl Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 59294 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fulfilling A Destiny

Summary-Sequel to "A Friend For Life". Before the final battle Harry hears the ultimate betrayal and decides that he'd leave. Little does he know it's the start of his destiny.

Crossover- Crossover with Charmed.

pairing(s)- Wyatt/Harry, Lucius/Severus

Rating-Nc-17

Warning(s)- Mpreg, slash, Hermione, Dumbledore bashing, AU.

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Chapter Five

The next morning everyone at Malfoy manor gathered together to have a quick breakfast to welcome Severus back.

After, Harry apparated up to magic school about four hours early so that he could explore and find his way around on foot in case it was ever needed.

After stopping to say hello to Leo and asking if the school had a library, since most libraries sat directly in the middle of the school, Harry started through the halls hoping he didn't get lost.

Since his first class was still four hours away, Harry decided that, if he found the library, he would stay there for about three and a half hours before he went to his classroom to start writing up notes on the blackboard for the next class.

Wandering through the halls, Harry stopped to peek in some of the doors that looked like they hid the vast aisles of a library.

After walking for about five minutes, Harry came upon a large set of double oak doors with two large square windows.

Giving a sigh of relief, Harry mumbled, "Hallelujah."

Pushing open the door, Harry stepped inside and made his way over to the library attendants desk.

"Hello deary. I've not seen you around here yet. Are you a new student?" The woman asked. She had her graying black hair pulled back into a bun, and her eyes showed laughter and smiles. The skin around her lips was wrinkled as if she had always smiled when she was younger.

"No, I'm a new teacher. I'm teaching the students about wizarding magic." Harry said.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" She said clapping her hands together. "All the wizards that the past headmasters have talked to hated the idea of spreading their practice around to us wiccans."

"I don't see why they don't want to. The wizarding lines will die out soon if they don't start reproducing, and wiccan magic is compatible with wizarding magic. They're stubborn, but hopefully this will be the start of a good thing." Harry said shaking his head.

"That is the truth. Now I'm sure you didn't come here to gab with old Miss. Alexis Moore. I'll be here if you need any help." She said.

"Thank you ma'am. Is there any section that I should avoid going by?" Harry asked.

"No." She said looking scandalized. "Why would there be books in a library that you can't read?"

"Good question." Harry said smiling. "Well, I'm just going to go and look around at the books. Maybe I can figure out some wizarding books to add to your collection."

"Oh that would be wonderful!" She said smiling again. "Well go ahead and explore." She said motioning towards the bookcases.

Giving a wave towards her, Harry then turned and started to weave his way in and out of the aisles. Stopping to look at some of the books they had about potion ingredients and important witches and wizards, Harry eventually made his way to the back of the library.

As he got closer and closer to a dimly lit bookcase, Harry began to feel a tug inside of him. Ignoring the sensation for a few minutes, Harry continued to walk in and out of the aisles until the tugging became so hard, Harry almost felt like it would physically drag him to the bookcase.

"Alright, alright I'm going." Harry mumbled to himself as he walked back over to the bookcase.

Looking at the books, Harry ran his fingers along the spines of the books but nothing seemed to catch his attention until he got to the end of the bookcase where one book sat with the cover facing out into the aisle instead of the spine.

There sitting innocently on the shelf, was an old book that looked to be over a hundred years old. The pages at the beginning were yellowed with age, but the yellowing grew lighter and lighter as the pages went to the back of the book.

Frowning at that odd occurrence, Harry reached out and pulled the book off of the shelf. Looking at the book, Harry gave a confused laugh when he saw that there was no name or title on the front of the book only a weird symbol. The symbol was made up of three golden crescent moons intertwined with one another, and they rested inside of a white circle.

Flipping the book onto it's side, Harry was surprised to see the name 'Evans' inscribed on the spine of the book. Thinking it was just a coincidence, Harry flipped the book back onto its back and opened the book up to the front page.

As soon as the book opened a strong gust of magic surged up out of the book and ruffled Harry's hair as it circled around him. It took a few minutes, but soon the magic seeped back into the book pulling a little bit of Harry's in with it.

When the magic was fully back in the book, Harry looked at the first page with wide eyes and saw the words, 'Book of Shadows' along with the symbol that was on the front of the book.

Totally immersed in the book, Harry was startled when a hand landed on his shoulder.

Jumping, Harry turned his head and relaxed when he saw that it was only the headmaster standing beside him.

"Did that surge of magic come from you?" Leo asked.

Shaking his head, Harry said, "No. It came from this book when I opened it up."

"May I see the book?" Leo asked.

Nodding his head, Harry held the book out for Leo to take.

Taking the book from Harry's hands it instantly slammed shut when it was fully out of Harry's grasp.

With wide eyes Leo whispered, "We had thought that the Evans line had died out. The last Evans to hold possession of this book was Merrigold Evans. She had two daughters but neither practiced, or never had the power, to wield wiccan magic. After Merrigold died the Evans Book of Shadows came here for safe keeping. When a few years passed and no one came to claim it we thought the worst had happened to the Evans line."

"Merrigold was my grandmother. My mother, Lily Evans, practiced wizarding magic. She was never told about her wiccan heritage since she was already practicing wizarding magic... I don't know how she never knew her mother was a wiccan. But anyway her sister, my aunt, hates all things magic. I guess that she didn't have enough power to do either magic and that made her hate it." Harry told the man.

"Keep this safe and handy then. It will inform you of any wiccan magic your family could do, which in turn you might be able to do. It also tells you of any demons, warlocks, harpies...anything your family fought and how they banished them. The final two sections are for potions and spells that members of your family has created."

"But how will I add new things if all the pages are full?" Harry asked flipping through the pages.

"The book will always expand when you need more room. And if you get married or bonded to another witch or wizard with their own Book of Shadows, the submissive will merge their book into the dominants." Leo explained.

"That'll be mine." Harry mumbled remembering the prophecy he had received.

"What was that?" Leo asked missing what Harry had said.

"Oh nothing. I'm just talking out loud to myself. So how do I add things into the book? Do I just talk out loud or do I put a drop of blood on a page?" Harry asked.

"No. You just write it in with a pen, a marker, or anything that we use to write with." Leo answered.

"I'm going to go to my classroom and get ready for class while I look through the book. Thanks for telling me about the book Leo." Harry said smiling.

"It's no problem. If you have any more questions I could get you in touch with my wife, or even Wyatt since he works with the Halliwell Book of Shadows."

Nodding, Harry watched as Leo orbed out then made his way towards the doors only stopping to say goodbye to Miss. Moore.

Walking through the halls, Harry was pleased when he easily found his classroom. Setting his new book on his desk, Harry turned the tiny chalkboard towards the desk. Hopping up onto the desk, Harry began to write out notes that the students would be taking.

While he was writing down his notes, Harry heard the door open and turned to see who had come in.

When he saw Wyatt he smiled and said, "Your father didn't really ask you to watch the trouble makers yesterday did he. Your brother seemed like a well behaved student, and I know that trouble makers will cause trouble even if someone is there watching them."

Grinning at him Wyatt said, "No. I just said that so you didn't feel like I was there to check up on you. I just wanted to make sure you would be okay since this was your first day."

"I appreciate that." Harry said.

"So does that mean you would be opposed if I sat in on your class today too?" Wyatt asked trying not to sound hopeful.

"I don't mind at all...as long as you don't interrupt my class." Harry teased. "You can take my desk chair again." Harry said motioning towards the chair.

Wordlessly moving over to the chair, Wyatt sat down then glanced at the book on the desk.

"Where'd you get this?" Wyatt asked pointing to the book sitting innocently on the desk.

"It belonged to my mothers side of the family. I found it in the library when I was looking around." Harry said after turning to see what he was talking about.

"You're part of the Evans line? They were pretty powerful for regular wiccans." Wyatt said looking impressed.

"You knew members of the Evans line?" Harry asked wanting to know about his family.

"No, but my Gran used to know them. She's dead now, but we see her every now and then."

"So she's a ghost?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, well not really. When she comes across to this world she is, but she's passed on so she's really gone except for when we call her over."

"Isn't that considered necromancy? I mean you're summoning the dead to you."

"No. We aren't making them do what we command them to. They have their own free will when they come to us, so it isn't considered necromancy." Wyatt explained.

"Can any wiccan summon the dead to them?" Harry asked.

"Possibly. Why is there someone you want to see again?"

"I'd like to be able to see my parents and godfather again."

"I can get the spell for you from my mother so you can try it if you'd like." Wyatt offered.

Smiling at Wyatt warmly, Harry said, "I'd appreciate it. I haven't seen my parents for seventeen years and I barely knew my godfather before he died."

"How about after your classes today you come over to my house and I'll get the spell and we can hang out for a little while?" Wyatt asked.

Biting his lip, Harry thought for a few minutes before he decided his answer. "Yeah sure. That sounds like it'll be fun." Harry said even though he was mentally berating himself since he had decided the other day to stay away from Wyatt so he didn't embarrass himself.

Turning back to the blackboard, Harry quickly finished writing down the notes as the first few students started to pile into the room.

Soon enough all the students were sitting in their seats with pens, pencils, and notebooks ready.

"Welcome back. It's nice to see you all here early." Harry said grinning. "Now before we start anything new, I'd like to do a quick review about what you learned during the last class."

Looking down at the seating chart, Harry randomly chose a name. "Andrew Mathias, tell me how many cores did I introduce?"

"Three sir." A short light haired boy answered sitting up straighter in his seat.

"Correct. Stephanie Andrews, what were those cores?"

"Dark, light, and neutral." An older brown haired girl answered.

"Right. Caden Smith, what were the four different types of magic?"

"Necromancy, wiccan, wizarding, and healing magic." A tall red haired boy said, to be honest he looked almost like a Weasley.

"Very good. Finally what are the two types of magic you all can do? Tell me the answer...Chris Halliwell."

Jerking his head up like he had been electrocuted, Chris looked at him with wide eyes.

"Um, we can all do wizarding and wiccan magic." Chris mumbled.

"Right. Now the first thing I'm going to introduce you all to is called a wand. Wizards all use wands because for some reason they think they need them and don't bother trying to become closer to their magical core so that they can cast wandless magic as all wiccans do."

"So do you use a wand then?" Caden Smith asked.

"I did until I realized that I didn't need to if I accepted my core and became close to it. Most wizards are dependent on their wands because they're too stubborn to realize that their wands are holding them back. To be honest wands were only invented to help you get used to using your magical core. Once you became close to your core and learned the feeling of your core you were supposed to put up your wand. Since that was how I was taught I still find myself using my wand before I remember that I don't really need it." Harry explained.

Reaching into his pocket, Harry pulled his wand out and held it in front of him.

"This is my wand and it's eleven inches and made up of holly and a phoenix feather. I don't believe that you'll need wands since you're already close to your cores, but if you do I'll bring you into the wizarding world to get your own wand."

"Could we hold the wand and see it up close?" One of the students asked.

Pulling the wand a little closer to him, Harry said, "I'm afraid not. Wands are very special to their owner. I'll let you all stop by the desk to look at it at the end of class, but I won't pass it around."

Some students gave groans of disappointment, but most were ready to move on to the next subject.

"Now the next thing I'm going to teach you is a fairly simple spell. We won't start distinguishing what types of cores you have until later into the year. After that you'll get a teacher that can better teach you the skills that go with that core. Anyway back to the spell that you're going to learn today. If you have your books, open them up to chapter two page ten. Half way down the page is the spell Lumos. Now this spell is a simple lighting spell that allows you to light your way if you're in a dark place. Wyatt since you're next to the light switch can you flip it off for me in a minute?" Harry asked.

"With pleasure." Wyatt said moving the chair back so that he could reach the switch.

"Alright. Now with every spell you learn you must pronounce the incantations correctly." Turning back to Wyatt, Harry nodded his head.

Reaching over, Wyatt flicked the switch and the lights quickly died out leaving the room in total darkness.

In total darkness, Harry held his hands up in the air and whispered, "Lumos."

Almost instantly two white orbs of light appeared hovering above his flat palms.

Clearing his throat, Harry said, "Now once you have control of the spell you can do almost anything with it." Moving to the side, Harry stopped when he had a clear shot down the aisle between the desks.

"The best thing to do with a Lumos is to propel it forwards so you can see into the darkness." With that, Harry threw his hands forward and the two orbs flew down the aisle lighting up a path for a few brief seconds.

"That was a weak Lumos. The more energy that you put into the spell the longer it lasts." Before the spell could fully fade away, Harry said, "You can turn the lights back on Wyatt."

A few seconds later the lights flashed a few times before they lit up fully.

Blinking his eyes to clear the spots that appeared in front of him, Harry looked up at the awed faces of his students.

"Wow. Is there anything else you can do with that spell?" Chris asked sounding amazed.

"The only other way would be as a temporary blinding spell. If you hit someone right in the eyes they'll be temporarily blinded."

Hopping up into his desk, Harry pulled one leg up underneath him and said, "Now I want you all to try practicing this spell, but first I want you to try pronouncing it. The correct way to pronounce the spell is 'Loo-mos'."

Listening to everyone pronounce the spell, Harry eventually jumped down off of the desk and started to walk through the aisles helping some students to get the pronunciation correct.

"Good. You've all got a very good grasp on pronouncing the spell. So tonight I want you all to work on getting the spell into your hands like I first did. It might first only be tiny, but it's expected when you're first starting out. Now since you're practicing that tonight, I want you guys to take a few minutes to flip through your book and write down some spells that you would like to learn. Write down two or three and then next class I'll take the one with the most votes and we'll start that one after we practice the Lumos."

Moving back over to his desk, Harry stood beside it and said, "Okay you guys are dismissed. If you would like to take a look at my wand you can stop and look before you leave."

As the students stopped to look quickly before they left, Harry kept a close eye on all of them.

When the last student finally left, Harry moved his wand over next to his Book of Shadows then turned to Wyatt.

"Aren't you going to go with that class today?" Harry asked.

"Yeah I am. After the last class today I'll stop back here so I can orb you over to my house. Does that sound okay?" Wyatt asked.

"That's fine. I'll see you later today then." Harry said smiling at him.

"Great. I'll see you later then." Wyatt said with a wide grin spreading across his lips. Backing out of the room, Wyatt grinned at Harry the whole way.

Shaking his head, Harry dropped down into his desk chair and buried his head in his hands.

"Oh Harry what are you getting yourself into. You're only setting yourself up to be hurt."

****END CHAPTER****

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