1. Broken

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SET IN BTVS between series 6 & 7
SET in HP - OOTP

A traumatised Willow suffering from PTSD arrives at Hogwarts to heal. Suspicions run amok about this new student. (BTVS 6/OOTP) And one snaky Professor will stop at nothing to learn her secrets. For like butterflies wing beat in the Pacific - Willows arrival will bring the winds of a hurricane with her.

Bent & Broken

They were arguing, but it was meaningless to her, just a string of sounds coming from the holes in their face.

Willow was dead, she could hear sounds, but she did not listen, she could see, but she was blind. She was like a doll. They told her to sit, she sat. It was all meaningless to her. She was dead and so cold, she would never feel again. No pain, no laughter, no happiness, nothing ever again, it was all denied her. And love… no no she must not think of love, of her Tara …. Stop stop STOP STTTTOOOOPPP
The pain it consumed her, the blackness -the emptiness was waiting for her, she had just to let go. She bit her lip, blood welling up, nails digging into skin, leaving perfect semi crescents bloody indentations.

"Willow WILLOW…. Stop ", a cold cloth was pressed against her mouth, brown eyes looking at her in concern. "Please Willow, drink this it will help". A warm mug was placed in her hands and like an automation she drank. Her eyes drooped as she fell into unconsciousness, her body going limp as the mug crashed to the floor.

"It is useless Giles, the witch is broken beyond saving and if she cannot be fixed she is too dangerous too let live"

"She is not a toy, too be discarded, you are talking about killing her, she is barely a women".

"She is not a child Giles, She is a witch with unthinkable power. She has already turned to the dark arts."

"She can be saved, she has a good heart a good soul. She just needs to go somewhere to heal, somewhere to learn how to use her magic safely - away from this cursed hellmouth".

The Witch looked at him appraisingly. She was an old crone, wrinkly and old with age and magic use. She could have used a simple glamour but she disdained them. She turned to the girl - her third eye opening as she examined her with the impartiality of a surgeon eying a malignant growth. So much darkness there it would be a kindness to finish it now. But as she watched there was a spark of such beauty - surrounded by darkness to be sure. But such power such purity of strength, tainted yes but it could be tempered, like fine steel, this could be a weapon. The girl was surrounded by a soft rose glow, it seemed her dead lover was still with her in part.

Perhaps there was a chance to save her. She was so strange this one with her strange American customs, her self taught ways. Yes she had been watching this one for a while when her magic had first materialised. She had decided then to leave her instead of inviting her to the institute where she could be taught. It had been an experiment and one she was guilty of letting get out of hand. This child muggle born she may be, but her magic was strong and she was intrigued as to how this child would develop. The wandless magic had been incredible, the self taught potions amazing. She had been disappointed when the girl had taken up with nefarious elements and amused when she had gone cold turkey. But with the death of her lover the experiment had backfired catastrophically. But perhaps she could still be salvaged, but not here, not in her beloved Salem Institute.

Hogwarts… yes that would be perfect, she looked young enough, she could pass as a student. Inwardly she smiled, yes even she could be as manipulative as that old bumbling Dumbledore.

"And what will you give me Rupert Edward - Ripper- Giles, If I give you what you desire".

Giles shuddered as she said his true name - all his names correctly "Name your price".

"Your seed Rupert Edward - Ripper- Giles". The crone smiled as Giles paled, Oh this would be sweet.

SEVEN DAYS LATER

"You will be her Guardian de Soleil, her punishments will be yours".

"There will be no contact, none what so ever, break this Giles and suffer my wrath".

Giles nodded, his face grey in acceptance. Holding Willows hand he squeezed it for his or hers comfort he did not know.

"The girl will wear an inhibitor, it will limit the use of her magic whilst she … heals, it will also dampen the aura of darkness surrounding her. I have added a protection shield to give her a modicum of safety should she come under any serious dark attack. But under no circumstances must she remove it"

At Giles acceptance, she handed him a silver bracelet with black stone inset in the circle. It was plain, But as he unclasped it he could see Runes adorning the underside. He lifted her wrist and clipped it on. It closed with a snap. Willow raised her eyes and looked at it blankly, her face puzzled as she could feel her magic slowly drain out of her. It actually made her feel lighter like she had been suffocating, the heavy weight she had been carrying seemed to lesson. Willow stroked the stone - feeling comforted for the first time.

"She will remain anonymous, no one must know of her heritage or my involvement in this."

"If the girl leaves before I consider her to be ready, her life and therefore yours will be forfeit".

"Do you swear by her blood?"

"I Do".

There was a muttering of Latin, a flash of light. The crone nodded in satisfaction. So Mote it be.

"Come Girl - time to leave, say goodbye and I have no time for long sentimental gibberish".

Willow looked up and for the first time her eyes flashed. "My Name is Willow".

The crone smiled "perhaps you are not so dead after all… Willow".

Chapter 1

The crone watched her appraisingly they had gone by Floo network. First Diagon alleyway to collect supplies. Watching in approval as Willow roused herself to present a mask of indifference whilst they browsed the many shops. This had been the first test, if she had acted overawed or had cracked in normal day to day transactions, she would have called the whole thing off . But no Willow mindful of her warnings had presented a bland teenage witch.

She had bypassed the wands completely, that man was too astute and who knows what wand he would match up with Willow. Instead she gave Willow a wand that was her childhood one. Not powerful but then she was to come across as totally ordinary non powerful witch.

Now they awaited in her nieces hovel as she awaited her return. She had used the time to teach Willow of the many things she would need to know, how to be devious and cover her tracks and to divert attention. The girl was bright and even in her grieving she soaked up knowledge like a sponge.

The door opened and her mouse of a niece entered softly, clutching her bag and looking anxious. The Crone sighed inwardly the blood must have thinned considerably in this one.

"Good evening Trewalny - this is Willow, ….your ….your niece twice removed. You will write to me every week of her progress. And you will tell no one of my involvement".

Trewalny looked terrified "But what about Dumbledore….".

"Enough - this girl is family and as such she is also our responsibility. She has lost close friends and is in grieving - a stay in Hogwarts will do her good. You will do as I say, Dumbledore will not turn away a kitten in need, especially at a Professors request."

"Now here is her documents, she has mostly been home schooled so her skills are some what eccentric shall we say".

Trewalny nodded.

"That's settled then, Willow - remember the rules, it is not just you who will suffer if you break them. And Trewalny do something about the hair - you are a disgrace"

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2. The Sorting

CH 2 THE SORTING

"Ah Severus my boy- so good of you to come", Dumbledore smiled jovially his eyes twinkling as though he had a great joke to share.

Severus tilted his head in acknowledgment, holding his hand in a negative at the proffered bag of lemon sherbets. Really it was amazing that the old fool was not the size of a beech ball with the amount of sweets and treats he scoffed.

"It seems we have a new Witch joining us this year from Saleem Academy, Professor Trewalany's Niece a Miss Willow Rosenberg. A Wiccan witch home mostly home schooled. Professor McGonagall is testing her aptitude at present so she can be placed for classes, then she will be sorted at Dinner tonight". Professor Dumbledore rubbed his hands delightedly.

Severus raised his eyebrow "I fail to see..."

Dumbledore smiled contentedly, "Ah my boy, its the beauty of this, it will strengthen links between the two schools which have been non existent for many years, it will be good for other students to see there is life outside Hogwarts and more importantly it's given Fudge's rottweiler Umbridge a red herring".

Severus eyebrow rose higher "herring?"

"A muggle saying Severus - Merlin's Twist, a false lead", waved Dumbledore negligently, "It may help lessen the pressure on Harry".

"Merlin forbid the Boy who lived should experience pressure", Severus muttered under his breath. Dumbledore frowned briefly at him, before his face smoothed out, in a welcoming smile.

"Ah Miss Rosenberg, Professor McGonagall, I trust all is well". Severus glanced behind him, only slightly interested in the new student. Sheltered behind Mrs Gonagall rather stout frame - he only caught a glimpse of the girl, before she was seated, her head tilted down, her features hidden by a curtain of silken red hair. Inwardly he groaned another Weasley lookalike. How Draco would have a field day with this one.

"Professor", McGonagall proffered her head " Miss Rosenberg has had shall we say rather eccentric schooling. We have discussed various options, and she has professed interest in several subjects hover despite being a seventh year student her schooling means she must attend foundation classes with the lower years. So we have decided on the following Magical History Year 1, Potions Year 6, Divinity Year 3, Defence against the Dark Arts Year 6, Herbology Year 3, Magical Creatures Year 1, Transfiguration Year 2".

Severus snorted, bloody wonderful she would have to take Potions, with his luck she would be in the Slytherin/Gryffindor Class.

"Wonderful, wonderful, well Miss Rosenberg - Welcome to Hogwarts". Dumbledore beamed at her. Willow raised her head and offered a wan smile in return.

Severus's heart stopped then stuttered into life, his body froze, sweat broke out on his forehead, all noises in the room seemed to cease and his vision narrowed down into just her face, her eyes, lily's eyes, lily's features. This could not be. Numbly he followed them out, almost tripping over his robes, as they made their way into the great hall. Did nobody else see, did nobody else recognise what was right before their eyes.

Only the slight tapping of Severus fingers against his wand showed his intense agitation, his face as usual showed no indication of his true emotions. Inwardly he seethed, ' That bumbling fool'. He glared at the girl as he let Dumbledore's voice wash over him, as Dumbledore introduced Willow Rosenberg to the entire School, his whole attention on the girl, noting how her eyes showed little emotion, even while she smiled shyly around the room, unfazed by the wonder of the Hogwarts Dinner hall, the sight of which even made the most jaded of wizards stop in their tracks. She wore a mask, hiding herself, there was more to this girl than a simple exchange student. The resemblance to Lily was uncanny but he could see small differences now, her face was more rounded her mouth softer and fuller than Lily's. But her eyes, her eyes were pure Lily.

Draco's voice strident and loud rang out in the hall, "Bloody Hell another red headed bastard Weaselette! ... Hey Weasel your dad playing the field".

"Malfoy twenty points for swearing and detention with Filch". Snape snapped out without thinking. Draco stared at him shock, his mouth gaping. Severus groaned he could just imagine the Howler Lucious would be sending him when he heard about this. The other professors exchanged surprised glances at him. In the distance he could see Ron allowing Harry to pull him back to his seat, his face red with anger only slightly mollified by this unheard of development - Snape taking points for not just from his own house but from his star pupil . But what was most intriguing was Willow's reaction, Nothing absolutely bloody nothing.

"Well .. yes lets get on with sorting, Willow if you please take a seat for Professor McGonagall.

The whole hall seemed to holds its breath as the hat settled on her head, everybody without fail thinking back to their own brief acquaintance with sorting hat. A minute passed then two, then five minutes passed. Hushed whispers now grew into excited murmuring and mutterings. This had not been seen since Harry Potters sorting.

"SLYTHERIN", the hat announced firmly. The hall froze into silence. A smattering of applause from the Hufflepuffs, but even the Slytherin table was quiet as Willow with the grace of a queen made her way over to their table sitting down at empty space. The hall erupted into excited chatter and nervous whispers at this latest development.

Severus glanced at his hands they were trembling. He clenched them pushing them deep into the fold of his gown. Whoever this Willow Rosenberg was, who ever had sent her here.

He would discover the truth and Merlin have mercy on their souls cause he would have none.

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Next episode Willows POV on the sorting - its not what you think and her first introduction to her Slytherin classmates

PS I KNOW I HAVE SOME NAMES WRONG - - and if you can see any other mistakes please let me know

3. Ch3 The Slytherins

"Your names Willow".

Willow inclined her head, not bothering to reply to the obvious. They were traversing a moving stairway that seemed to connect to various levels at its own whim, surreal it may be, but Willow did not even bat an eyelid. Escorting her were two witches from Slytherin named Pansy and Eve, who were currently giving her a tour of Hogwarts under the Professor's instructions. Trailing behind them was a white haired student called Draco who strangely reminded her of Spike.

The boy tried again huffing in obvious irritation at her non verbal responses, his fists momentarily clenching. "From America yes,…. well Slytherin is the best house in the school", he announced with complete arrogance and pride. "We tend to stick together. I imagine Professor Snape has filled you in on all the other houses?"

Willow shrugged, not rising to his blatant fishing.

Draco sighed in exasperation, then switched tack, "….Merlins beard, look about that weaslette comment, I was just winding the golden trio up, I presume as you are a Slytherin - that there is no connection and well I didn't know you and Professor Snape were acquainted."

"No and No".

"Excuse me?"

"I am not related and I am not acquainted with Snape".

"He gave me detention?", he snarled, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. He had thought the detention must be because Willow or her parents were acquaintances of Snape's, thus his godfathers very public punishment.

Willow shrugged in indifference, infuriating Draco even further.

"I'll see you back at the common room", he growled out to Pansy, swinging around, his robes billowing behind him as he stomped off.

"You shouldn't piss off Draco, he has a viscous temper and a mean streak to those he calls his enemies. You would do well to cultivate his friendship", Pansy offered.

Willow looked at Pansy full in the face, before stepping around her, "I don't do friends".

Two hours later, her gear dumped in a dusty room she was hustled into the Slytherin common room by several of the Slytherin, where Draco awaited her like a king among his subjects.

She glanced around the room rich in emerald and black ebony. Carved snakes and serpents adorned chairs and pillars. With the fireplace resembling a giants snakes mouth, fangs framing it. Sinister and certainly atmospheric it suited the Slytherin reputation.

"Snape has informed me of some interesting things regarding our new class mate" Draco announced to the room, his eyes alight with glee. Lapping up the attention as he held court.

Willow calmly surveyed the other witches, stroking her bracelet, her eyes carefully blank.

"It seems our new Witch may not be as pure as she makes out". There were gasps at this, loud murmurings and excited chatter. Stopping instantly as Draco held up his hand.

"So Willlooow", he drew her name out mockingly, "is it true you are just a filthy MUDBLOOD".

Willow shrugged in complete apathy, oblivious to the rapt cruel attention of her housemates. Her attention drawn despite herself to the flames roaring in the fireplace. Watching as the fire swayed and danced to its own rhythm, as it licked its way over the newly placed logs, devouring it consuming it.

Draco pursed his lips in irritation, "Sooo…… you admit it then……… how in the name of Salsazar did you end up getting sorted into Slytherin", he snapped at her.

Willow turned and smiled sweetly at him "Just lucky I guess". She turned, ignoring him completely as she walked away.

Later, as she sneaked under the heavy coverlets, she wondered what a mud blood was. Nothing good if she went by the Slytherin's expression. Perhaps they found out she was Jewish, prejudice was obviously rampant in Hogwarts. But this is what she wanted to be punished, to be hated, no mollycoddling for her, no softness. She needed to be punished, she couldn't be allowed to enjoy herself whilst she had failed her friends and most importantly her Tara so very very badly. How could she be at peace when her beautiful sweet Tara was stone cold dead, her body already succumbing to maggots and worms. No she needed to be punished, she needed something to make her feel pain again. Anything but this dreadful emptiness that started at her belly, and overflowed out of her.

She closed her eyes, her mind drifting over the days events. Before stopping at the sorting as she recalled what had lead her to the Slytherin household.

The hat, soft and warm had slid easily over her head. She had felt momentarily stupid as she sat there, in the darkness, the muffled sounds from the dining room hardly penetrating through the hat.

"Well, well well… and what have we here".

"you can talk", Willow asked despite herself.

"Of course I could hardly sort you without being able to communicate, but the problem is I cant read you properly, I can sense your name is Willow, and traits common to many of the houses here, Ravenclaw oh yes you are an amazingly clever witch, .Gryfindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, yes it is all there. But not enough to sort you correctly and that will never do."

"Then don't sort me, I don't care".

"You are wearing some sort of clouding device, please remove it".

"NO", Willow almost shouted, her hand automatically clutching her bracelet protectively. It was the only thing keeping her sane and others safe.

The hat huffed in annoyance and inflated self importance, "and just how am I meant to sort you Willow Rosenberg, choosing the right house for each student is critical. It allows the student to flourish in the right environment that suits their own individuality. The right house for each student is paramount if you are to rise to your full potential".

"and if I don't want to rise", replied Willow darkly.

The hat seemed to pause in consideration, "then what do you want Willow Rosenberg?"

Willow closed her eyes, what she truly truly wanted was forever denied to her. "I want to feel pain, to be punished , to take away this empty feeling…. I want to die", she softly confessed.

The hat was silent. Willow waited.

"SLYTHERIN", the hat boomed its announcement through the hall. Willow blinked and started to wiggle out from the hat, but it was not finished with her yet, as it whispered softly, sweetly, darkly in her ear. "…. and Willow when you remember the correct question, come and see me".

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Chapter 4 - Classes, Potions… oh dear

(PS has anybody see Sweeney Todd - it has half the evil cast of Harry Potter - Snape, Bellatrix, Pettigrew)