Light and Dark (Charmed AU)

Prologue

Andrea Perry
October 18, 1904-July 14, 1923
Beloved Daughter,
Cousin,
Friend

It was surreal to look at your own tombstone eighty years after you died. Andrea Perry heard jingles in her head and quickly orbed to the Halliwell Manor in San Francisco.

As she reformed, supposedly invisible, a demon grabbed her from behind and shimmered away, the last thing she saw was the eldest charmed one running in to vanquish whatever demon had attacked.

When they appeared again, Andrea feel to her hands and knees, trying not to retch. Beings of good magic and forms of travel associated with dark magic did not mix well.

When she got her stomach under control and looked up, her blood ran cold and her nausea returned tenfold.

The Source stood in front of her.

"Ahhh. A guardian. Well done." He said to the demon who'd brought her.

She spat on his shoes as his eyes inspected her.

"Don't be like that. We're going to have so much fun." He said, grabbing her chin in a tight grip as he grinned ferally.

"Go to hell." She gritted out between her teeth.

"Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but we're already there."

<><><>Two Weeks Later<><><>

Andrea cowered against the far wall of the cave as she heard the sounds of fighting in the next cave over. Suddenly it stopped.

The loud bang of her cell door opening made her flinch and curl even further into herself, bringing her hands up to block out the noise.

Then there was a hand on her shoulder.

"No! Leave me alone!" She screeched through her sobs as her TK responded to the touch, flinging who ever it was back.

"Hey! My name is Paige Matthews. We're here to help you. You'll be safe with us." A woman's voice convinced her to look up through her dark brown hair.

Her breath caught as the warm feeling of hope returned.

"Please. Please tell me this is real. Please."

Paige's eyes filled with tears as she saw how broken the woman was. She looked barely even twenty.

"Andrea?" A gentle voice asked and her head whipped around.

"L-leo?"

"Andrea, you're safe with us. Take my hand."

She reached out with a shaking hand and grasped the Elder's hand.

Leo orbed them to the manor, the sisters not far behind.

He got the Guardian settled in on the couch and brought the sisters into the kitchen.

"Leo, who is that?" Piper asked quietly so the woman in the next room didn't hear.

"That is Andrea. She's a guardian."

"What's a guardian?" Paige asked, still trying to get as much info on the world she was now a part of as she could.

"A guardian is like a whitelighter but they were once a powerful witches. They are allowed to keep their powers to better guide and protect powerful members of the next generation."

"So who's her charge?"

"Well the elders said that she disappeared around the same time as that demon attack a few weeks ago so I think she's Wyatt's."

"Wait, if our son has a guardian then why wouldn't we know about it?"

"Well, no one is supposed to know about guardians when they're assigned. They don't use last names, they're usually invisible. All of it is trying to be sure that their identities aren't known."

"Why though?" Phoebe asked incredulously. "I mean, were able to know about your last name and life."

"Yes but often times, guardians come from fairly well-known families in the magical community and they're not supposed to have any direct contact with their family or anyone else. Only their charge."

The four of them looked back towards the living room.

"Well, I think it's a little too late for that." Piper said. "Well, let's get her cleaned up. Leo, you heal what you can, Phoebe, go get some clothes from my room for her to wear, Paige, start looking up those demons that had her, and I'll help her take a shower cause something tells me she is not up to doing it on her own."

Her sisters and husband nodded solemnly and headed back out to the living room where Andrea sat with her knees pulled up to her chest.

"Andrea?" Piper called softly and the woman looked up.

"Leo's going to heal you and then what do you say about taking a nice warm shower?"

She nodded slowly.

"Thank you." She said, her voice hoarse from the mixture of prolonged lack of use and the occasional screaming.

<><><>

The Guardian Andrea stayed with the charmed ones for about a month after her rescue then left without a trace. The only thing she left behind was a note expressing her gratitude for the sisters' hospitality and good wishes for the future.

They had no idea that the reason she left was the child that was growing within her.

The first Halliwell boy in hundreds of years was the prophesied Savior, supposedly the most powerful being to ever exist, the twice-blessed child. However, no one knew about or could've predicted the child of an extremely powerful demon and a powerful witch-turned-guardian.

Scared of the magical communities reaction to her child, whom she already cared for despite how he was conceived, Andrea hid. She hid for seven and a half months, gave birth prematurely and on her own in an old apartment building.

She had tears streaming down her face as she left him in an empty office at the police station.

"I love you Christopher. You are my light. If I could keep you I would but I can't. I hope you get to live the life that you deserve. A full, happy one."

She gently turned her newborn son so she could see the birthmark on the back of his left shoulder. As with all Perry witches, he had a birthmark of a quaternary knot though due to his... Unique heritage, his was surrounded by flames.

"Goodbye my darling boy." She said, holding in a sob.

With that, she orbed away, leaving the boy to fend for himself.