Charmed and Dangerous

The huge Halliwell house was exactly how it had last been left. Not a piece of dust had been moved. The bedrooms' closets still contained the previous owners of the house's clothes, all worn and discolored from age. Yet, everyday people traipsed through the lovely mansion taking photos and buying souvenirs from the gift shop that was now located near the rear of the house. The tourists couldn't help but mumble it's praises as they sauntered around. All eyeing the priceless artifacts their guide pointed out in wonder.
This day, however, the the famous historical attic was closed off from the public. No one dared enter as they'd been told the owner of the Halliwell museum was inside dealing with private business. Most mortals even knew of the owner now. He was one, you never ever wanted to cross in a dark alley. Nobody dared to disobey him or get on his bad side. The man who shot fear through the hearts of whoever heard his name. The person who just loved to terrify the innocent and weak.
Wyatt Halliwell and his followers were crowded in the attic.
He was pacing the room angrily, his boots clunking against the tough hardwood floor. He was angry, furious even. Nobody dared to utter a word, good or bad. They all exchanged knowing glances, guessing that there would be a death tonight. A brutal one at that.
Everybody stared when Wyatt's younger sister spoke out, "I hate what you've done to this place! It's so... wrong..."
Wyatt's frustrated face turned to her with an icey glare, "I'm just preserving the history of my blood right! Wouldn't you rather it be like this than sold to some random human family?"
Portia expected no other reaction from her selfish, power hungry brother.
"It's meant for living in, Wyatt! It's a house! Our house!" Portia exclaimed without fear. "We grew up in this house, and it was left to us so we'd always have a home to fall back on!"
Wyatt punched the wall with a growl, "Shut up!"
Suddenly, lights burst out from the charmed symbol that had been drawn on the wall. Bianca stepped through with Chris in tow. He looked weaker and Portia knew then Bianca had taken his powers away so he couldn't fight back. Wyatt smirked and walked toward him, "Of all who'd betray me, it was my own siblings!"
Chris frowned, "Your power is evil Wyatt. I went back to protect you."
"The difference between good and evil is all in the past! Now there is only power!" Wyatt argued with a grin. He used his power to smack Chris into the wall. Portia made a move toward him that was sharply stopped by Wyatt. "Don't even think about it!"
Bianca ran to him and knelt beside him, "You told me you wouldn't hurt him."
Wyatt's smirk widened as he threw Chris into another wall. Portia couldn't help but murmur, "Chris?"
Slowly her older brother got up from the ground and walked over to Wyatt. Chris shot Potia a look. Noticing no attention was turned on her, Portia took this as her chance. She orbed and kicked Wyatt right in the gut. His followers started to circle around her menacingly. Portia meerly flicked her hand at his minions on instinct and they caught on fire, burning to a crisp. She couldn't help but stare at her hands in shock, she'd never done that before. She turned to see Chris pulling a piece of paper from under the floorboard.
Bianca lurched at Wyatt but he shoved her away easily. Chris read the note aloud and then he shone with light. When the light had vanished, a healthier Chris stood there. He waved off the angry Wyatt throwing him back against a wall. Portia followed his gaze to see Biance was skewered on a broken peice of wood. Portia gasped and had to look away, it was horrible. Bianca nudged her head in the direction of the drawing on the wall, "You have to go back now!"
Portia saw what they needed to do. She raced over to the book of shadows and searched for the time travel spell. Ripping it out, she ran back over and faced the wall. Reciting the spell clearly a blue portal appeared in front of her. She was admiring her handy work when Chris jumped into the portal as he grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. The next thing she knew, she was face down on the wooden floor of the attic again. She heard Chris groan beside her.
"That was fast!" A familiar voice stated increduously.
"We just put the spell there!" Another voice jumped in in the same tone. Again, Portia knew it's owner.
Chris picked himself off the ground beside Portia, "Well at least you got my clue!"
Portia got to her knees not daring to glance up at the people around her in case they disapeared like they did so many times in her dreams. She knew the voices well, they were her aunts. Finally temptation grew to strong for her to resist, and her gaze found her younger aunts. They were both listening to Chris talking about Bianca. Her eyes turned to the man and woman that stood with them, both seemed oblivious to her presence. Portia knew them too. She was a product of them both. Portia focused on the woman, her caring tone and her dark brown hair...
Her mother...
Portia hadn't seen her in so long, since she'd died. Her father and Wyatt burnt all the remanents of her mother. Every photo, diary, video, gone. Poof! Like she never existed at all. All Portia had was dim memories and what her aunts Paige and Phoebe told her about Piper, which wasn't a lot. Eight years without her had gone and part of Portia gone with her.
Her father, Leo, however was a different story. He was alive but always gone. Like he couldn't bear to be around his kids. Around anyone really. He went up to be an elder when Portia turned fifthteen and never came down afterwards. Chris had so much resentment for him that it affected Portia's feeling about him too. The dad of the past, she knew, was fairly attentive of Wyatt. He always wanted to be with Wyatt.
Finally the attention was turned to Portia by her mother, "So Chris, who's your friend?"