Light and Dark (Charmed AU)

Chapter 1

Phoebe looked at the man in front of her in shock. He took off the shades he'd been wearing to reveal eyes that were the same colour as fresh sage.

His dark brown hair fell into his eyes as he circled around Paige who had been turned to stone.

"She's alright."

"Alright? Alright?! Who are you anyways?"

"I'm Chris. Perry. I'm from the future. But only by about twenty years or so."

"Oh!" Phoebe said incredulously.

At that moment Piper came into the attic.

"Please tell me that is just a really good likeness of Paige."

"I'm afraid not." Chris said.

"A- wh-? Who are you?"

"This is Chris, he's from the future."

"Ah hah, friend or foe?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"What?! I just saved Paige!"

"You call that saving?" Piper asked, an eyebrow raised in disbelief at the young man.

"Hey, I didn't have to risk my life orbing in here just t-"

"Wait, you orb? You're a whitelighter?" Piper chuckled, not even bothering to hide the fact that she found the idea absurd.

"Yeah, and in my future Paige wasn't turned to stone today, she died. And with her, the power of three died too leading to a future that none of you want to see. My future."

The two surviving sisters of the original charmed ones obviously didn't trust this guy. They were going to demand answers when there was a crash from downstairs.

"What was that?" Phoebe asked worriedly.

Crashes usually meant demons which would be just great (sarcasm alert). Adding that to Paige the statue and future boy and Piper was one very unimpressed witch.

"You stay here." She barked at Chris before heading downstairs with Phoebe in tow.

Chris sighed and looked around.

It had been years since the attic had been like this. After Piper's death, he, Wyatt, and Melinda had moved out, choosing to live with Victor rather than the manor to avoid the haunting memory.

Wyatt had come home from training with the elders to find Chris lying on the floor of the sunroom in a pool of his own blood, near death and his mother in the kitchen, already gone.

Due to his demon half, Chris could never be fully healed and this was evident from his many scars that littered his tall, skinny body.

He absentmindedly rubbed at the old stab wound situated just under his ribcage that had nearly ended his life. If it hadn't been for Wyatt, he would be dead. He scowled at the next thought though. If it hadn't been for Wyatt the world wouldn't be overrun by demons.

Sighing to himself, Chris wandered over to the Book of Shadows. Other than when it was summoned right before he traveled to the past, he hadn't seen the book in six years.

Now, he had a chance to change all of that.

He started to flip through the book with one hand, the other one shoved casually in his pocket.

The Woogeyman... Abraxus... Nicholas...

He'd gone through about half the book before Piper re-entered the room.

"What are you doing? Step away from the book."

"What, like I haven't touched it before?"

She merely glared at him.