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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 Nine

It had been four hours since Harry had been kidnapped and Wyatt was furious. Giving a scream, Wyatt threw the scrying crystal and map away from him.

"Wyatt you need to calm down. I know that you're upset honey, but the only way you'll find him is by staying calm." Piper said moving over to Wyatt's side so she could pull him into a hug.

"What if we can't find him mom? I can't lose him he completes me." Wyatt whispered, wishing that he had told Harry that he knew about the prophecy and that they were meant to be together.

"You'll have the chance to tell him Wyatt. I promise." Piper said slowly running her hand through his hair. "We'll find him and once we do whoever took him will pay."

"That's right Wy. Nobody hurts our family members, even if they aren't technically family members yet." Paige said from her spot at the kitchen table where she was flipping through the Book of Shadows.

"Do you think Auntie Phoebe has gotten any premonitions from his things in his classroom?" Wyatt asked while he pulled away from his mother.

"I don't know, but don't forget that Jeffrey is looking for where he might have been taken as well."

"But what good can he do? I mean he's the, what did he call himself, minister for the San Francisco wizarding world. Who ever took him didn't dress like he did. They dressed differently and he didn't seem to know who they were." Wyatt said.

"That's true, but he also said that they were wearing robes and few wizarding worlds wear robes since most of them decided that robes weren't very functional and regular clothes are better."

"Yeah, and don't forget that Draco and his family are working on finding out who took him." Chris said trying to console his brother.

"How is that going to help! He's been gone for hours and even Aunt Phoebe can't find him. She's been able to get premonitions from anything when someone was in trouble and went missing."

"Wyatt don't give up hope. If you stop believing that he won't be found then we might as well stop looking." Piper said wishing she didn't have to hear her son so despondent.

"Your mother's right. There's got to be someone who knows where he was taken." Paige said.

Dropping down into one of the kitchen chairs, Wyatt lowered his head to the table. "That still doesn't change the fact that I wasn't there to protect him." He mumbled.

"Wyatt you can't always be there to protect someone that you love. Phoebe and I learned that when Prue died. No matter how many times we tried we could never save her." Piper said remembering how many times one of them had died.

Before anyone could say anything else, a cluster of blue orbs descended into the room and when they cleared Leo and Phoebe stood in the room.

"Did you find anything?" Wyatt asked jumping up from his seat.

Sighing, Phoebe looked at the ground and shook her head from side to side. "I wasn't able to find anything from any of his personal things."

"What about the elders? Did they know anything?" Piper asked Leo.

"No. They said that they didn't know anything, but they'd try to find something."

Giving a snort, Wyatt said, "Yeah right. The elders don't care about any of our problems. They only care if it would stop us from doing what they need us to do."

"Well maybe you should go back up there and tell them that if they do know something they better tell us because if we find out that they knew something and didn't tell us we'll stop helping them. We'll only work on helping friends and family." Paige said even though they all knew that they'd save anyone who needed saving.

"You can't threaten the elders with that!" Leo protested.

"Leo, Harry is family even if he and Wyatt haven't married or bonded yet. He'll help create our grandchildren and if they won't help us find him then we'll do whatever we need to get help finding him...even if that means threatening them." Piper said frowning.

"I'll tell them, but you know that they won't like it." Leo said and without waiting for an answer he orbed back out.

Seeing his mothers upset look at the way his father was acting, not that it was any different then how it had been lately, Wyatt asked, "So mom what do you want the gender of your first grandchild to be?"

"I don't care what the gender is. I only care that the baby is healthy. If it was Grams, well the Grams before we summoned her for your wiccaning, then she'd wish it was a girl." Piper said remembering how Grams had acted when she learned Wyatt was a male.

"Grams...that's it!" Wyatt shouted before he rushed out of the room and towards the basement where they now kept the magical supplies.

"What's it Wyatt?" Piper called after him.

When she didn't receive any answer, Piper and the rest of the family made their way down into the basement to see what Wyatt was doing.

"Wyatt, what's it honey?" She tried again.

"Grams, well not Grams, but any ghost. Remember they can see us when they want to? Harry said his parents were murdered when he was only a year old. How much do you want to bet that they've been watching over him his whole life." Wyatt responded.

As the rest of his family stood watching him, Wyatt lit five blue candles that were in a circle around a chalk drawn pentagram.

Taking a deep breath, Wyatt quickly started to recite the spell that would summon the dead.

"Hear these words,

hear my cry,

spirits on the other side,

come to me,

I summon thee,

Cross now the great divide. "

It took a few seconds, but eventually a cluster of white orbs descended from the ceiling and lowered to the ground where they disappeared and two people, a man with hazel eyes and glasses and a woman with red hair and green eyes, appeared.

"You wish to help our son?" The woman asked reaching over to take the mans hand.

"You're Harry's parents right? We summoned the right people?" Wyatt asked.

"We are his parents, James and Lily Potter." The man said nodding his head.

"Did you see who took him and where he was taken?" Wyatt asked getting straight to the point.

"The person who took him doesn't have good intentions. He's a manipulative old man that does whatever he can to stay in a position of power...unfortunately we didn't see that until after we died." Lily said sighing sadly.

"Before Harry was born a prophecy was made about a dark lord that had risen and about either our son or another child. The dark lord decided to attack on of the two families on Halloween night 1981 because one of the children would be marked as his equal and finally destroy him. He attacked and killed us and marked Harry as his equal making Harry the child the prophecy spoke of. Harry got sent to live with Lily's sister, who hates everything about magic even after we wrote in our wills that Harry was never to live with her. Dumbledore, the man who took Harry, wants to have control over everyone and everything and he decided that Harry would eagerly follow him if he lived with someone that hated what he was and just learning about the wizarding world." James explained.

"That's good to know, but where did he take Harry?" Wyatt stressed.

Smiling warmly at him, Lily said, "You'll make a wonderful mate for my son." Then she added, "He was taken to one of the worst places in the world. He was taken to a prison called Azkaban. You must hurry though, he's been sentenced to a dementors kiss. They suck your soul from your body and leave you an empty shell."

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Wyatt asked as his eyes grew wide.

"We were just informed. We may be here in front of you, but we can still watch over someone while we are here. It's easier to be in two places at once."

"How do we get to this 'Azkaban'?" Wyatt asked.

"That's the thing. We don't know where it is to tell you how to get there. Nobody knows exactly where it is. Maybe the American minister of magic can get you a portkey into Azkaban, but that would be too late." James said.

"So you don't know how I can get there?" Wyatt asked with a frown on his face.

"I can have one of my friends show you what his cell looked like, but you'd have to go on your own from there."

"That's fine. Just hurry." Wyatt stressed.

Nodding, James closed his eyes and seemed to go into a trance and soon another cluster of white orbs were descending to the ground.

Soon enough a man with shoulder length black hair and blueish gray eyes, was standing in the circle.

"You're the one that can show me a cell in that Azkaban place?" Wyatt asked.

"Yes." He said nodding.

"Good."

Stepping out of the circle, Sirius became a solid person and held out a hand.

"Just take my hand and focus on clearing your mind. Once you do that I can show you what a cell looks like." Sirius instructed.

Quietly stepping forwards, Wyatt took Sirius' hand and worked on pushing his thoughts and fears out of his head.

Feeling a chill shoot through his body, Wyatt watched as a room began to materialize around his mental body.

The room was a small room that looked to be about five by five and was made up of dull gray bricks. It seemed so real that he could feel a chill working its way up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Looking around, Wyatt agreed that this looked like a cell...one that he'd be glad never to set his sight on again.

After a few minutes, Wyatt was drawn out of his mind and opened his eyes only to realize that he was shaking from the cold air he had felt in his mind.

"People are actually forced to live in conditions like that? How many have died just from hypothermia?" Wyatt asked rubbing his hands up and down his arms trying to warm himself up.

"They didn't allow you to die. They'd warm you up just slightly so you didn't and then they'd sick the dementors on you. What ever you do while you're there at Azkaban, always keep your mind clear of any memories and thoughts. The dementors suck out any happy memory that you have and make you see the worst ones. Keeping your mind clear will keep them from attacking you." Sirius warned.

"Thanks for the advice." Wyatt mumbled before he turned to face his family.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Piper asked her son, even though she already knew the answer.

"No. This is something I have to do by myself." He said.

"Alright. Just be careful Wyatt." Piper said.

Nodding, Wyatt closed his eyes and focused on the place he had seen before he orbed out.

Before long he could feel the same chill running up his spine as he landed in the dark and damp cell.

Shuddering, Wyatt moved over to the door and looked out into the hall. After making sure that no one was outside the door, Wyatt orbed himself out into the door and ignored the people in the cells around him who started begging him to get them out.

Ignoring them, Wyatt focused on trying to feel out Harry's magical aura. Once he got it, he followed it down hoping that he didn't run into anyone.

Rushing down a stone staircase that seemed to never end, Wyatt could feel the pull in Harry's aura becoming almost frantic.

When he hit the bottom of the stairs, Wyatt came up to a large silver door that was locked. Reaching out, Wyatt pushed on the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

Trying to force the door open, Wyatt could only stand there and throw himself against the door while Harry's aura continued to trash around in the air.

Giving a growl of frustration, Wyatt held out his hand and orbed Excalibur to him and stabbed the sword through the door.

When the pure magic from the sword surged out made the door melt into a puddle, Wyatt sneered and stepped through the doorway.

Keeping his sword held up, Wyatt looked around and glared at the two men standing in the corner of the room in a protective bubble that kept the black creatures standing in front of them away.

"You shouldn't be in here young man." The older man with a long white beard said looking at him with a frown on his face.

"I'm not the only person that shouldn't be in here." Wyatt said stepping towards Harry's chained form.

"Young man you'll stay away from that prisoner and allow the dementors to do their job." The other man said turning red in the face.

"The dementors will stand down because the twice blessed, king of Avalon will not take it well if they decide to steal his mates soul." He hissed turning a glare of the dementors that had frozen when they felt the power rolling off of him.

When everyone heard that he was the twice blessed different reactions went through the room.

Harry, when he heard that Wyatt was his mate, let out a gasp and looked at him with wide eyes.

Dumbledore, ever the greedy and manipulative old man that he was, gave a slight grin and began to talk.

"Wonderful! Mr. Twice blessed now you can help us give this criminal the punishment that he deserves."

Giving him a sort of confused sneer, Wyatt asked, "Why would I help you hurt my mate?"

"Mr. Potter is a criminal that needs to be taken care of." Dumbledore said.

Scoffing, Wyatt walked over to Harry and took him out of the chains then pulled him up and against his side.

"The only criminal I see here is you old man."

"The headmaster is no more of a criminal than I am...and no minister of magic can be a criminal."

"You and every person in a seat of power is a criminal." Harry said from his spot leaning against Wyatt.

"My mate is right. You and this old man are criminals, and if you don't know how you are I'll tell you. You are illegally trying to kill an American wizard, not only an American wizard, but the King of magics mate."

"He isn't an American wizard. He's a English and Scottish wizard. He was born here, so we have the right to sentence him to death." The minister protested.

"That's where you're wrong, and the next time that you come after my mate you will regret it. My magic is different than yours and I have nothing against defending my family from people like you." Wyatt warned them before he held Harry even closer and orbed out of the prison cell.

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