The Past Dug Up
By Rachel
Tara opened the dorm room window, letting the cool night air wash over her. She sighed thinking of the recent things that had been happening. She had broken up with Willow, Dawn was being an over dramatic teenager, Xander and Anya were getting married, Giles had left, Spike could hurt Buffy, and she was sleeping with him. Really it was a lot to handle.
It was good to have relief of getting away from it for awhile. Spending less time with the scoobies has definitely been less dangerous. She did miss it though sometimes. Willow at least, not the getting chased around every night.
She sighed. Then became distracted by a sound that reminded her of flapping wings. She furrowed her brow in confusion and concentration, so was caught by surprise when a large grey owl flew in through the window, skimming her head.
She turned around and stared at it, in all it's grey feathery glory with a letter tied to its leg. It had been awhile since she'd seen an owl. She didn't ever expect to see one again, after she turned 17. After her mother had died. Her connections with that world had been severed.
Slowly she walked over to the owl and untied the letter. She un-rolled the thick parchment, and read it carefully.
Dear Ms. Mclay,
We would appreciate it very much if you would return to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, and teach Defense Against The Dark Arts. We have had bad luck with this subjects professors for the past four years. If you would not like to teach we will not be offended. However if you decide to, we shall like to inform you of the current situation here in England, as we are aware you do not get the Daily Prophet in America. The dark lord, Voldemort has returned to power. He is keeping himself hidden so far, the anly activity being 15 year old Cedric Diggery's death, and attempted murder of Harry Potter. The ministry however is in denial and refuses to deal with this matter. Now that you know all the facts we shall ask you to send us a reply of your decision, by owl. Please be aware that accepting will be dangerous with our current situation.
Albus Dumbledoor, Headmaster
Tara re-read the letter several times absorbing all this information. Voldemort was back in power. This was bad. Very bad. If not stopped apocoleptically bad. Something Buffy wouldn't be able to handle. And he had once again attempted to kill Harry Potter.
She had her secrets from the others. Such as where she learned all her magic. She told her friends that her mom had taught her. Partly true. Her mother was a witch from England. When she had met Tara's father she moved into the States with him and Tara was born a few years later.
At eleven years of age she received a letter to attend Hogwarts and learn magic. Her father had hated the idea of her learning that , "God awful, sinful, useless, rubbish." But her mother encouraged it. She had always taught Tara small things when she was little.
Okay so that was pretty mush her only secret from the other's, but it was still big. And now they wanted her to go back and teach. She could see why though. She had been the top student there while she went, and her best subject was defence against the dark arts.
She thought about this. If she took the job, it would mean only being in Sunnydale during the summer. Could she stand to be away from Willow that long? Of course she could! She wasn't a baby. She didn't need Willow to take care of her.
Magically she un-locked a drawer in her desk she had never opened. She reached in and pulled out a strip of parchment, an ink bottle, and a quill. She scrawled down her reply,
Dear Professor Dumbledoor,
I would not mind becoming the new professor. I love kids and would love to teach them useful magicks. And anything I can do to help out against Voldemort, I will do. I'm sorry about the Diggory boy, and when I arrive I will express that to Amos if it's any comfort. And news on Harry Potter. I haven't heard about him in a long time. American magic folk are so out of it. Not many here anyway. I do have a witchy friend, but you don't want to hear about her. I will go down there as soon as I can.
Tara Mclay
She tied the letter back onto the patient owl and it took off through the window. After it had gone out of site she went to her closet and pulled out a trunk. Inside the trunk was black robes, books and a dusty old wand. She grabbed the stuff from the drawer and placed it in the trunk as well and closed it back up.
TBC
A/N: Hi. This is my first Harry Potter fic. There's not much HP in it so far is there? There'll be more, don't worry. How was this first chapter? Please let me know, because I am seriously doubting my skills as an HP writer here. Also let me know if you think this story line will work out. Thanks. ~Rachel
By Rachel
Tara opened the dorm room window, letting the cool night air wash over her. She sighed thinking of the recent things that had been happening. She had broken up with Willow, Dawn was being an over dramatic teenager, Xander and Anya were getting married, Giles had left, Spike could hurt Buffy, and she was sleeping with him. Really it was a lot to handle.
It was good to have relief of getting away from it for awhile. Spending less time with the scoobies has definitely been less dangerous. She did miss it though sometimes. Willow at least, not the getting chased around every night.
She sighed. Then became distracted by a sound that reminded her of flapping wings. She furrowed her brow in confusion and concentration, so was caught by surprise when a large grey owl flew in through the window, skimming her head.
She turned around and stared at it, in all it's grey feathery glory with a letter tied to its leg. It had been awhile since she'd seen an owl. She didn't ever expect to see one again, after she turned 17. After her mother had died. Her connections with that world had been severed.
Slowly she walked over to the owl and untied the letter. She un-rolled the thick parchment, and read it carefully.
Dear Ms. Mclay,
We would appreciate it very much if you would return to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, and teach Defense Against The Dark Arts. We have had bad luck with this subjects professors for the past four years. If you would not like to teach we will not be offended. However if you decide to, we shall like to inform you of the current situation here in England, as we are aware you do not get the Daily Prophet in America. The dark lord, Voldemort has returned to power. He is keeping himself hidden so far, the anly activity being 15 year old Cedric Diggery's death, and attempted murder of Harry Potter. The ministry however is in denial and refuses to deal with this matter. Now that you know all the facts we shall ask you to send us a reply of your decision, by owl. Please be aware that accepting will be dangerous with our current situation.
Albus Dumbledoor, Headmaster
Tara re-read the letter several times absorbing all this information. Voldemort was back in power. This was bad. Very bad. If not stopped apocoleptically bad. Something Buffy wouldn't be able to handle. And he had once again attempted to kill Harry Potter.
She had her secrets from the others. Such as where she learned all her magic. She told her friends that her mom had taught her. Partly true. Her mother was a witch from England. When she had met Tara's father she moved into the States with him and Tara was born a few years later.
At eleven years of age she received a letter to attend Hogwarts and learn magic. Her father had hated the idea of her learning that , "God awful, sinful, useless, rubbish." But her mother encouraged it. She had always taught Tara small things when she was little.
Okay so that was pretty mush her only secret from the other's, but it was still big. And now they wanted her to go back and teach. She could see why though. She had been the top student there while she went, and her best subject was defence against the dark arts.
She thought about this. If she took the job, it would mean only being in Sunnydale during the summer. Could she stand to be away from Willow that long? Of course she could! She wasn't a baby. She didn't need Willow to take care of her.
Magically she un-locked a drawer in her desk she had never opened. She reached in and pulled out a strip of parchment, an ink bottle, and a quill. She scrawled down her reply,
Dear Professor Dumbledoor,
I would not mind becoming the new professor. I love kids and would love to teach them useful magicks. And anything I can do to help out against Voldemort, I will do. I'm sorry about the Diggory boy, and when I arrive I will express that to Amos if it's any comfort. And news on Harry Potter. I haven't heard about him in a long time. American magic folk are so out of it. Not many here anyway. I do have a witchy friend, but you don't want to hear about her. I will go down there as soon as I can.
Tara Mclay
She tied the letter back onto the patient owl and it took off through the window. After it had gone out of site she went to her closet and pulled out a trunk. Inside the trunk was black robes, books and a dusty old wand. She grabbed the stuff from the drawer and placed it in the trunk as well and closed it back up.
TBC
A/N: Hi. This is my first Harry Potter fic. There's not much HP in it so far is there? There'll be more, don't worry. How was this first chapter? Please let me know, because I am seriously doubting my skills as an HP writer here. Also let me know if you think this story line will work out. Thanks. ~Rachel
