Y'all. You don't even know how happy I was when I opened my email and saw all those notifications from . Like seriously. Alright. The mushiness is over. Let's get to it. I see Klaus on the horizon.

The summer after sixth year started in much the same fashion as the summers before. Only this time, Willow had one more thing to puzzle over: Tom Riddle's horcruxes. Now, Willow wasn't very bothered with the well-being of the British Wizarding World as a whole. But there were a few people (really, she could count them all on one hand) that she actually liked and would be at least a little distraught over if something happened to them. The whole conversation and adventure, then eventual death of Dumbledore made her realize that even if she had nothing against Tom Riddle (well, he did murder her parents, but she could have still achieved a happy childhood had Dumbledore not been his meddling self), he was out to get her, and by extension, her loved ones. So here she was, behind the wards at the Unplottable Potter Manor, in the more intimate family dining room, with a cup of steaming tea in front of her and the faux-horcrux locket in her hands.

"What ya got there pup?" Sirius asked. Willow was so focused on the huge problem that had just become her problem, that she hadn't noticed him enter. Sirius was her friend. Her father. And clearly this thing wasn't going to get solved by keeping it a secret. Just how many horcruxes had Dumbledore destroyed all those years he had known about them? Willow vividly remembers the one she destroyed in her second year without even knowing what it was. Willow: 1, Dumbledore: -56.

So she told Sirius, who became deathly pale at the implication that Voldemort was more or less immortal if they couldn't find and destroy his soul shards. Then, she invited Hermione and Luna over, and then Remus (at Sirius and Hermione's insistence). And they brainstormed. Then Sirius dropped some truth bombs.

"There was a...rebellion of sorts-"

"Sirius!"

"No Moons, they need to know. They're a part of this now. It was founded in the 70s. Your parents were a part of it. It was made of the best and brightest of Hogwarts that Dumbledore could recruit. Yes, I know how you feel about him, but he really was the only one openly opposing the dark sector. It was formed back when deaths due to the reign of Voldemort were at their highest and the Ministry wasn't effective in whatever they were doing about it."

"If they were doing anything." Willow muttered.

"Too right, pup. Too right."

"What was the name of this...group?" Hermione asked, always interested in new things.

"The Order of the Phoenix." Remus replied this time. "And it's still active."

"They're actually stationed in one of the old Black Properties." Sirius replied, sheepishly. "I hadn't told you earlier because you didn't seem interested in fighting against a mad man. Hell, you don't even seem interested in boys. Not that I'm upset about that because I'm way too young and handsome to become a grandpa, but hey, while we're on this vein of conversation, is there anything you want to tell me? I'd never disown you. I know how that feels." Sirius rambled. Hermione and Luna locked eyes and exploded in laughter.

"Why does everyone just go and assume I'm gay just because I've never been in a relationship!? I mean, it's not like there's a lot of prime male real estate at Hogwarts, let alone people I can stand to be around for more than two minutes. Have you seen this face, Sirius?" She motioned to her own. "I don't mean to sound conceited, but this face deserves another face of equal or greater beauty. Just saying. If I have the sole responsibility of repopulating the Potter and Black lines, I'm not going to do it with ugly babies." The length and forcefulness and even content of her speech shocked everyone in the room.

"You should say how you feel more often, Willow, the wrackspurt colony that had been starting the nest around your head has just been forcefully evicted." Luna inputed, dreamily.

"Good to know, Luna. Anyway, back to the issues at hand..." She motioned to Remus or Sirius to continue talking, and she began fiddling with the locket again.

"Right," Sirius restarted, unsurely, "they're currently working out of a townhouse hidden by the fidelus charm. They've kind of lost their way, since their leader was Dumbledore and he just croaked, so, maybe we can set them on a new task of tracking down these horcruxes?" The three girls exchanged a look.

"Sounds good to me. I guess the first one we should look for is the real locket." Willow said, opening up the fake to show the note inside. "This was in a cave that had blood protections on it, surrounded by a lake of zombies, underneath a pool of some hallucinogenic potion. It took a two man team to get past it all. Whoever got there first had intentions to destroy the real locket, we just don't know if they succeeded. We need to find out who this R.A.B. person is." Sirius had been nodding along at her thought process, but froze suddenly at the mention of those initials.

"R.A.B. you say?" He asked. She nodded, giving him the scrap of paper. "This...is my brother's handwriting." He said, shakily, tracing the letters with his finger. "R.A.B. Regulus Arturus Black." He sighed. "So you figured it out in the end then brother." He said so low, he probably hadn't meant to say it aloud at all.

"Do you know who he could have had helping him?" Willow asked, softly.

"My whole family were blood purists. They believed in everything Voldemort was doing. I was the exception. The Black sheep if you will." He laughed a bit.

"Be serious." Remus chided.

"I'm always Sirius." He replied. "I loved my little brother, but he wanted acceptance from our parents more than he wanted to hear me talk about what was wrong and right. No one in the family would've helped him go against the the Dark Lord, none of his friend either, they were all entrenched in that...however...No, he wouldn't do that. But, you said there had to be two...He did love his Master Regulus. KREACHER!" Sirius yelled suddenly, startling everyone. A pop soon followed after and an old, decrepit, mean looking house elf appeared, mid-rant.

"Dirty blood traitor master calls Kreacher. Mistress would be so disappointed. Filthy muggle lover, nothing like his brother..." The house elf, Kreacher, continued on in this vein for sometime.

"What a colorful guest you've invited over Sirius." Willow couldn't help but be amused by how angry the little thing was. Her comment brought Kreachers attention to her. He eyed her speculatively. She raised a single eyebrow back at him.

"Hmmm...young half-blood mistress doesn't seem so bad...even though she keeps company with dirty blood traitors, and filthy wolves and mudbloods." He muttered.

"Wow. It's almost impressive how offensive that was." Willow commented. Luna and Hermione shared a look. Hermione heard the word a lot, and it was still demeaning every time. But being friends with Willow had desensitized her to a lot of things, and she definitely wasn't going to get all up in arms because a house elf called her a bad name. She was all for equal rights, and he literally just insulted then all, equally.

"Okay Kreacher, you've had your fun. What can you tell me about this locket?" Sirius dangled the fake in front the the creature. His eyes bulged out of his head in shock, then narrowed in anger.

"Dirty Master has stolen from Kreacher!" He stomped. "Perfect Master Regulus gave that cursed locket to Kreacher. Not his filthy muggle loving brother!" He screeched.

"Jackpot." Willow murmured. "So Kreacher, you're telling me that Regulus took you to that dreadful cave in the middle of the sea?"

"How does Young Mistress know about the bad cave?"

"I've been there myself actually. I give it zero stars. Would not visit again. Though I did have a spot of fun feeding Dumbledore that psychotropic punch. Highlight of my year definitely. Have to figure out how to brew that." Kreacher moved closer to Willow.

"Young Master made Kreacher take him to the bad cave. Made Kreacher feed him the potion. He begged and pleaded to stop, but Kreacher must obey Master." Tears were pouring out of Kreacher's eyes now. Sirius' eyes were misty as well.

"And then what happened?

"Master had given Kreacher a fake locket to replace the cursed locket. Kreacher was meant to leave Master there and destroy the locket. But Kreacher has tried for years, and he cannot!" Kreacher wailed, and Willow felt moved enough to pat his head in comfort, which caused him to wail harder. She turned to Sirius, who had a far off look in his eyes as he imagined the end of his brother. She took the locket from him and showed it to Kreacher again.

"This is the fake Kreacher. We went there destroy the original. You still have it, don't you?" He nodded. "Please bring it to me."

"As young Mistress wishes." He popped away and was back within the minute, another locket in hand. She took it from him, grimacing as she could feel the maliciousness of the jewelry crawl up her arm. She stood up quickly.

"Who's up for a trip to Gringott's? I'm not sleeping with this thing in the house."

And that's how the loyalty of an old elf was won, and another horcrux was destroyed.

Things went quickly after that. The three girls were introduced to the Order, which consisted of a few aurors (one of which was actually Sirius' cousin), a filthy, slippery thief of a man, a retired, extremely dangerous (and paranoid) hitwizard, and surprisingly, the eldest two of the Weasley brood, as well as Fred and George. Unfortunately, their brother Percy was unable to make it, seeing as he was too far up the behind of the current minister.

Horcruxes were explained and plans were made. Two out of the seven horcruxes were destroyed. That still left two of the founder's items, the ring that had destroyed Dumbledore's hand (and where did that go, because it wasn't in his hand at the funeral?), and two unknown items. The diadem was somewhere at the school, so they'd have to wait until September to retrieve it. The cup had to have been in Bellatrix's possession, but she was in prison, so where would be the next best place where no one could get to it...?

"Gringott's!" Hermione shouted. "It has to be there. Nobody would be dumb enough to break into Gringott's."

"We have to break into Gringott's." Sirius said, a manic smile on his face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. Nobody's breaking into Gringott's." Willow said, hands raised.

"Well, they haven't yet. But we can totally do it." Sirius said. Remus rolled his eyes. Hermione was thinking about it. Luna was in her own little world.

"I'm still an Auror. If you guys want to talk about robbing a bank, please do it while we're not around." Kingsley said, motioning to himself and Nymphodora ("call me Tonks").

"I can't rob Gringott's."

"Not with that attitude you can't." Sirius said.

"No I literally cannot. My magic will not allow me to. Years ago, before I met any of you, I swore on my magic that I would never steal from Gringott's."

"Well why'd you do a silly thing like that?"

"Um. I don't know if you've noticed, but goblins are vicious little things. And I was eleven. I think the real question is, why didn't I do it sooner? So here's what we're going to do..."

Later that day. Gringott's.

"Griphook, my dear friend."

"What do you want? You couldn't have gotten ahold of another horcrux that quickly."

"Actually, now that you mention it, I'm fairly certain where the next one is hiding."

"And what does that have to do with me? We had a deal, you bring them in and pay, we destroy."

"It's in the bank." She said, cutting to the chase.

"Pardon me?" The goblin glared.

"The next horcrux is in Hufflepuff's cup, which we're more than certain is within the Lestrange vault, placed there by Bellatrix Lestrange herself." A long spur of gobbledygook left Griphook's mouth. Willow was sure he was cursing. He jumped down from his seat, a book in hand.

"Follow me." She did. They went farther into the offices than she'd been before, when they reached a golden door. Griphook knocked. A gruff voice bid them enter. The complied. The office was grander than anything she'd ever seen, and the goblin in it was doing paperwork, nothing crazy, but he was literally sitting on top of a pile of gold, with a crown atop his head.

"Griphook reporting with Lady Peverell-Potter-Slytherin, with a matter of grave importance."

"Explain." He barked. Willow explained the situation. He too cursed the stars in his language. "Although it pains me to say this, but we cannot do anything about this situation most foul." He spat. "These wizards, always messing up a good thing."

"I agree. But, are there really no options? No loopholes?" She asked, looking toward Griphook. He was great with loopholes.

"My King, if I could direct your attention to the Tome of the Old, Volume 3, I believe it could solve our problem." He walked over to the older goblin and showed him the book. There was some humming, and murmuring, and some gobbledygook exchanged. Then the King gave a grunt of affirmation. Griphook turned to face Willow from where he stood on the King's side. "The Goblin's cannot interfere in the quarrels of wizards. However, there are some bank laws in your favor. The Lestrange family are beholden to the Blacks. When the Lestrange line ends, the Blacks will takeover their vaults."

"..okay. I can work with that. How many Lestranges are left?"

"Only three. With your extensive training, they should be easy to dispatch." Both the King and Griphook smirked, Willow joined in.

Back at Order Headquarters

Willow appeared in the fireplace with a swoosh and a hairflip.

"Okay Order, this is what we're going to do..."

"...so you can't break into the bank, but you're okay with killing three people?" Sirius said, slowly.

"It's not like they're innocent." He sorta dipped his head at the validity of the statement. "And I don't have to be the one who kills them, necessarily. But they do need to die asap."

"Again, aurors in the room." Kingsley reminded.

"Oh get over it. You're part of a rebel group, lad. This lassie's the only one ready to do what's necessary." Mad-Eye said, "'Tis an admirable trait, that you lot could learn something from."

"Good, so it's agreed. We'll kill the Lestranges." Willow said, nodding her head, happy she was getting her way.

"Well that plan just got a little more difficult." Charlie Weasley said, sliding a newspaper across the table they were gathered around. "There was a massive breakout at Azkaban."

"Fuck." Hermione whispered. Kingsley picked up the paper, reading through it feverishly.

"But how can this be? Tonks and I were never summoned." The floo flame burned bright green and the twins tumbled in.

"We can answer that. The Ministry's just fallen."

"Again. Fuck." Said Hermione, grabbing Luna's hand.

Plans were put on hold after that revelation as there was a mad dash to gather together items in case a quick escape was necessary and to contact family members to make sure they were alright and apprised of the new situation.

"I need to go." Hermione said.

"What do you mean?" Wilow responded.

"Not for good, but my parents are out there. Maybe the death eaters don't know about me yet. But they will eventually. And besides you, I'll be the first one they o after. Me and my family. I need to send them away. Far, far, away." Hermione left.

"We'll be back too. We'll probably be bringing the rest of the family back with us. If that's okay?" The Twins asked. Sirius nodded. The four Weasley's left next. Luna went to gather her father. Then Tonks and Shacklebolt left. Moody stayed, he had no family left. And Mundugus was getting drunk off his arse, so there was no moving him.

Sirius, Remus and Willow stayed as well because their family was already in the room.

The next few days were challenging. Everyone decided that since Grimmauld Place had the Fidelus up, it was the safest place to be in this time of turmoil. But it was a learning curve for everyone but the Weasley's in living in a space filled with people. Willow didn't like it at all, she felt like a sardine in a tin, like she was back in her cupboard. But she could deal, because when it got to be too much, when Ron kept talking to her, or Mrs. Weasley felt like mothering her, she would escape into the Black Library, where she could connect with the portrait of Auntie Dorea.

It didn't get any better when the Hogwarts letter came. Everything looked the same except the name of the Headmaster. It was a position taken up by Severus Snape. McGonagall was still the Deputy Headmistress, but every other teacher was replaced with members of publicly dark families. Some were names that had even just broken out of Azkaban. Voldemort didn't waste any time. Another different was that Wilow's letter had an extra sheet a parchment in it. It was a letter from Professor McGonagall. It read,

"Willow,

If you haven't figured it out by reading your class list, Hogwarts has been compromised. I write this letter to you at great personal risk to myself, but as I could definitely only sneak one out, I needed to make it count. I knew a lot about Dumbledore's plans, and I disagreed with many of them. When he decided to leave you on the doorstep that frigid November day, I argued against it. I had been watching them all day, and they really were he worst sort of Muggles. But he had some plan cooking up in that old skull of his, and would not be swayed. I prayed for you many times during your life, and when I saw you again for the first time in many years, walking in with your year mates, I could finally tell myself that you had made it through. That you were alright.

But that's neither here nor there. What's important now is that you know that Hogwarts is not safe for you, nor anyone associated with you. Death eaters roam the halls, and while we thought for many years Severus was on the side of the Light, we were mistaken. He was one of the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's men through and through. Another thing, there is a taboo on his name. If it is spoken, or even written, I fear, he has a spell that tracks the occurence. Be safe, and though I hate to put this burden on your young shoulders, Willow, you're the only one who can save us now. Dumbledore believed it, and I believe it as well.

Minerva McGonagall"

"Well. That was no help." Willow said, throwing the parchment on the table. "Once again, she's a day late and a galleon short. Go forth Willow. Save the world Willow. She could have at the very least given us roaming patterns the death eaters are using. We still need to get the diadem from the school."

"Say, pup, did you ever get a cloak sent to you, by chance?" Sirius asked.

"A cloak? Sirius, it's not time to talk about fashion right now, we need to figure out how to break into Hogwarts. This is a place that I can actually break into, and I will be happy to do it, with a sound plan."

"No, no. I'm not talking about it for fashion reasons. I can't believe I forgot about it. James had an invisibility cloak, at it was passed down to the eldest Potter child every Christmas after their eleventh birthday. I know how we can get into Hogwarts without being detected, but you won't make it through the school unless you're somehow invisible."

"I don't think Willow will have a problem with visibility." Luna said. "And I'm pretty sure I know where the diadem is too. The Grey Lady is always talking about it."

"The Grey Lady doesn't talk Luna." Hermione said, rolling her eyes at the younger girl.

"Of course she does, just not out loud."

"Luna's right. I used to do this thing when I was younger...let's see if I can still make it work." Willow disappeared before their eyes. Then reappeared behind them. "Okay, this time, you guys try casting some revealing charms on me." She said, scaring the group of people that was still shocked from her disappearance. Everyone except Luna and her rather chill father of course.

"How did you do that?!" The normally calm Remus shouted. "I couldn't smell you, I couldn't hear you. You effectively disappeared."

"It's just something I've always been able to do." She shrugged. "Okay, get ready-"

"No need for that lass." Moody said, hobbling over. "This old eye of mine has been enchanted with all the revealing charms ever made, and it saw not a thing. I think you're good."

"So now we just need a plan." She said.

"I'm still wondering where the invisibility cloak got to..." mumbled Sirius.

The plan went off without a hitch. They decided to infiltrate the school on September 1st, when there would be a lot of excess movement from the students arriving. She was invisible, but they didn't want to leave anything to chance. She used the underground entrance from Honeydukes in Hogmeade, to get into the Gryffindor common room. From their, she used the Maurauder Map to avoid anyone sketchy and made her way to the Room of Requirement, which could turn into the Room of Lost Things when you thought about the right lost thing. And there was the diadem, right where Luna said it would be, on the very top of the highest pile of junk in the room. She quickly grabbed it and left. The whole escapade maybe taking two hours. The horcrux was then disposed of by the Goblins. Three down, four to go.

Months passed before they got a new lead on any horcruxes. It came in the form of a will reading. The will of one Albus Dumbledore. Out of the members of the Order, only Willow and Alastor Moody were invited. Since Gringott's was technically neutral ground, and their would be secreted away in a meeting room, they felt fine going there during this time of turmoil. At the end of the reading, Willow found out where her heirloom invisibility cloak was, and received the cursed ring that was still crawly with icky soul juice. Thank goodness it was in a case, because she would not have touched it otherwise. Dumbledore also willed her a letter she refused to read and his wand, but it was mysteriously missing. Oh well, she had her own, and she really wanted nothing more the do with old meddler. Before they left the bank, the ring was cleansed, and she wore it on her right middle finger. For some reason, it felt like it belonged there. Four down, three to go.

The Order decided that Nagini had to be the horcrux, but they weren't sure how to go about killing her. One, she was never far from Voldemort. Two, they were pretty sure where Voldemort was (Malfoy Mansion), but going after him was a suicide misson, especially since he currently controlled the Ministry, and three, even if they got close enough to kill the snake, Voldemort would realize what was going on, and they'd have a chance to hide Hufflepuff's Cup. At least at the monet they knew where two of the three horcruxes were, even if they couldn't do anthing about it. Which brought them to the next plan.

The assassination of the Lestranges. Which believe it or not, became easier after their release from Azkaban.

"Here's the deal." Sirius started. "Bellatrix was crazy before she went into Azkaban. Now, she's about five times crazier, but also more dangerous as well. But she also thinks that since she's the craziest bitch out there, no one would challenge her. She and her husband and his brother terrorize Diagon Alley twice a month, like clockwork. That's where we come in..."

Willow did end up killing Bellatrix Lestrange. But in her defense, she never said she wouldn't, and Bella had also sent a very nasty cutting hex and her father figure, so she had to go.

"I don't know," Sirius said, looking into a mirror for the 34th time that day, "I think this scar makes me look even more dashing. Kind of like a rogue pirate. Birds love pirates." Cue an eyeroll form the entire company.

Sirius got her husband. And in a stunning display of teamwork, Luna and Moody got his brother with none other than a tripping hex and a craftily transfigured rock underneath him (into a knife). That it was all done in front of the steps of Gringott's just made it quicker to retrieve and cleanse the Cup that was now the Black Family possession. Though Willow was summoned to the King's office after the cleansing.

"Your the young witch that came in years ago and asked to be apprenticed to one of our Goblins, yes?" He asked, still completely focused on the paperwork he was filling out.

"Yes sir."

"I believe young Razorclaw trained you, but you were scouted by the ever clever Griphook." It wasn't really a question, but she nodded anyway. "You have done a great service to the Goblin Nation this day, by helping us cleanse the taint in our vaults of a megalomaniac wizard's filthy soul piece. It is with a moderate amount of pleasure that I name you, Willow, Lady of the Ancient and Crafty, Cunning, and Noble Houses of Peverell, Slytherin, and Potter, Heiress of the Ancient and Pure House of Black, Goblin-friend." He stopped writing and looked into her eyes. "May your vaults continue to overflow."

"And may you enemies tremble beneath your claws." She responded. He motioned her up to his desk and pointed to a beautifully carved chest. It was medium-sized, about foot long, deep, and wide.

"A gift." He said, plainly, going back to his paperwork. She took it is her hands, wondering if she should say anything else. "You may leave." She guessed not.

She opened the chest when she got back to Grimmauld only to gasp in shock. Sirius came up behind her and let out a low whistle.

"That's some serious hardware." He commented. "Where'd it come from?"

"The Goblins. It was a gift." His eyes bulged.

"That never happens." Hermione interjected. "I'm serious. Never recorded in history. Ever."

"The King also named me Goblin-friend."

"Wait, you met the King?" The Twins chimed in.

"Yeah, this was actually the second time-"

"Willow Potter, you are a special kind of girl." Hermione said, shaking her head.

Five down, two to go.

The murder of Bellatrix Lestrange put Voldemort on the warpath. It was only a matter of time before he revealed himself to the public in search of the ones who killed his right hand woman. As it was, Willow and friends, were designated Undesirables (her taking top place as Number 1, of course), with a snatch on sight order. Not that any of them would be caught dead outside the safe confines of Grimmauld place. The the horn of war sounded. The students of Hogwarts were in a precarious place, since the beginning of the school year, those who were stupid enough to ignore the warnings of societal collapse and still attend school, were more or less hostages. Now, they were straight up prisoners of war, and the death eaters that owned the school were tortuing them for information as they waited for Willow Potter to answer the call they put out for her. Come to Hogwarts to meet her death at the hands of Voldemort within the next twenty-four hours, or they would blow the place up, students and staff included.

Willow was tempted to ignore the summons. Honestly, she didn't think they'd do it. It was stupid for a man who was hellbent on starting a new world order to destroy to population most likely to conform to his whims. It just didn't make sense. But what also didn't make sense was him splitting his soul in seven pieces then hiding them around Great Britain like some fucked up Easter Egg Hunt. He was crazy. Everyone knew this. He could do it. So they prepared for war. Right before she left, Willow finally read the letter Dumbledore left for her. She wished she hadn't.

"What the bloody fuck?!" Was heard throughout Grimmauld place. It came from a highly irate Willow, who had a letter in her hand. She took another glance at the letter, and crumpled it up before putting it in her pocket. "I'll be right back." She stepped through the flames and into Gringott's.

"Shouldn't you be at Hogwarts right now?" Asked Griphook, raising an eyebrow.

"They can wait a tick. Question. How would you destroy a horcrux in a living being?"

"Oh, you speak about the snake? Kill it. Quite a bit easier than the rituals for the objects."

"What if you don't want it dead? Is there any alternative way?" Griphook was great with loopholes.

"I'm afraid not. The ritual we use in effect kills the object and soul residing inside. Even using that on the snake would kill it. We're still speaking of the snake, yes?" Willow sighed, anger fully evaporated now.

"Yes." She said. "Griphook...thank you for everything you'd done for me." She left before he could respond.

They infiltrated Hogwarts through Honeydukes again, this time, they were visible, and Hermione contacted those she believed she could trust through the enchanted galleons she made during fifth year, when they had to sneak around just to learn defense. They where getting ready to mobilize from the common room when an eerie voice was magnified through the air.

"Willow Potter," the sibilant voice said, "I know you're here. I can feel you. Come to the forbidden forest alone, and no one else will get hurt." The eyes of everyone in the common room looked at her, for different reason of course. Her family, friends, and fellow order members looked to her in horror, some of the classmates looked to her in hope, and still other looks at her with a glint of something malicious in their eyes.

"No need to look at me like that." She address them all. "I'm going. Alone."

"What do you mean your going out there alone?" Sirius said. "I forbid you. Yep. That's what I'll do."

"Sirius." She smiled a soft smile. "You can't forbid me, especially not this. I have to go and be a hero. I was born for this."

"Prophecies are bullshit, pup. You and me know this."

"Hey!" Luna, objected.

"Yeah, well tell that to Tom. He's pretty hellbent and making this one come true." They stared at each other for a while. She gave her family and friends and hug.

"Don't go." Sirius said.

"I have to. Do me a favor, and kill the snake no matter what." She replied, handing him Dumbledore's letter. Then she disappeared. She heard an anguished howl from outside of the common room doors. She continued to her destination.

"Where is she? I thought she'd be here by now."

"I'm here, Tom. Let's get this over with."

"The girl-who-lived, come to die." He hissed.

"It really didn't have to be this way, Tom. I was content ignore this all. I don't believe prophecies, you see. I had a nice plan, to leave the British Isles once I was of age. I honestly wouldn't have gotten in your way if you hadn't put me there. I was seriously thinking about letting you torch the joint. I didn't even like it here that much." She shrugged, hands in pockets.

"What a strange child. Maybe had we conversed more before, you'd be here, at my side." She let some air escape her mouth.

"No offense, but you're really not my type." He hissed a laugh.

"Are you ready now, child?"

"As ready as one can be, I suppose."

"So calm. Very well, Avada Kedavra-" And Willow fell to the ground, dead.

And she woke up, in a room of white. And who else was there besides bloody fucking Dumbledore. Of course, because, why not?

"You have a lot of bloody nerve showing your face in my heaven, or wherever the fuck this is, you fucking arsehole."

"It was all for the greater good."

"Oh give it a rest you old fuck. There were plenty of things you could have done for the greater good that didn't involved messing with my life. What were you doing the last sixteen years, just sitting on your wrinkly old arse shoving lemon drops down your gullet. You couldn't have, I don't know, researched a way to remove a horcrux from a living being that didn't result in their death?! Your silence is deafening."

"Fate needed to run it's course."

"Don't talk to me like you know what fate had in store for me. You aren't God no matter how much you enjoy playing Him."

"Child-"

"Don't "child" me. I didn't get to have a childhood. That was on you. Please leave, I do not want to spend an eternity here with you."

"The horcrux is dead." He said, motioning to this aborted baby looking thing underneath a bench. Gross. "I should think if you want to get on a train, it would take you on. You know, to the well organized mind, death is only the next great adventure."

"Oh my God, if you don't get the fuck out of here with all that. You know what fine, you win. I will leave." And she got on a train, and woke up. "What a fucking patronizing arsehole, no wonder he didn't have any friends." She said, sitting up in the now empty clearing. She got up, stretching her limbs, and headed to the edge of the forest, where she could hear fighting. She stayed covered by the foliage as she assessed her surroundings. She saw the carcass of Nagini in her searches. All the horcruxes were gone. She wielded here wand in her right hand and a dagger in her. Unfortunately, she didn't get a chance to use either.

"Give it up Tom," she said, coming from the trees. It seemed that in that moment, the whole world stopped when he turned to meet her eyes. "All your little horcruxes are gone. And you killed the seventh one yourself." She said as she wiped the remaining blood leaking from that pesky scar of hers the split open.

"You were dead. I killed you." She could see a sliver of fear in his eyes.

"You really should work on that, Tom. This is second time you've failed." She shrugged, and lifted her wand are. And then, in the most cowardly move ever, he disapparated. "For the second time, what the bloody fuck!?" She yelled.

At Gringott's

"The strangest thing happened yesterday." Griphook started.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed. You name greyed out on your family tree, indicating death. The book were confused because they weren't sure who was set to inherit in the case of your death. But then, your named blacken onces again, as if nothing ever happened."

"How strange." She played along "Must have been an accounting error."

"I'm having a pair of war axes commissioned for you. Clearly, you need sharper weapons."

What followed was five years of a cat and mouse game with a lot of collateral damage. Voldemort left the school that day, running away with his tail between his legs. But it wasn't over. He left to regroup, and then he wiped out magical towns and villages with no rhyme or reason. The order would try and track him, but there was nothing to track. Sometimes the opposing forces would meet somewhere by accident (or on purpose, that little shit Draco Malfoy was a pretty good spy), and a battle would commence. There was never a clear winner. Many lives were lost in those years. But some good came about, few a far between, but it happened. Fred and Luna, clicked, as well and George and Hermione. And in a super surprising twist relationship, Tonks and Remus. Nobody called that one. Andromeda, Tonk's mother, didn't make it passed the first year. She wasn't interested in the leaving the house she had made a home with the husband she was disowned for. She died protecting that home during a raid. Moody died year three, protecting Kingsley from a sneak attack, he had a good run.

Year four took Fred, Hermione and Kingsley. It was a rough year. Then year five, what would be the last year, on the day the war was won, Tonks and Remus died side by side, just three days after their son was born. They named Willow his godmother, and she beheaded Voldemort (with the axes Griphook commissioned in their honor.

Yoooo! The war is over. Hurray! Next chapter Willow meets Klaus! There won't be any explosions or anything, but I think it will be at least mildly epic.

I don't know if anyone has noticed...but isn't it odd that every time Willow needs something from Griphook, he has the exact book that she needs information from already on his desk. It's almost like he's her fairy godparent or something. Hmmm. Something to think about. And what was in that box the king gave her? Hmmm. Mystery.

Does anyone want to help me think of a name for this story. Like, the words want to be written, but the title, not so much. Lemme know.

Guest: Yeah, that promise she made with the goblins, kinda got in the way. But everything worked out in the end. Who really what to steal form the goblins when you can become a goblin friend instead!

Bikutoria Coco13: According to Pottermore, James' grandparents were some no-name Fleamont people (honesty I think JK got lazy) but anyway, Charlus isn't anywhere on the Potter family tree, but he is on the Black family tree, as married to Dorea. So I just, meshed things accordingly.

IrisTurner: I don't what to mess up any French, so I'll just do this in English. Hey! I'm thinking that Willow will send a letter out through the papers where she can tell the British Wizarding World about themselves. Cause Lord know they need to hear it.

cnjie33: Just for you, yes. But seriously, when this idea came to me, I imagined Eris meeting Klaus at the Mystic Grille, he says something cheesy like, "That's an accent I can relate to," and then Eris has to put a few teenagers in their place because they question her life choices and she's not about that life...and then as I was writing a response to another reviewer, I had to come back and talk about how Stefan makes me mad and how all of the Scooby Gang should have just left the Originals alone after they decided not to cause anymore big problems. Really, many of the Scooby Gang's issues are of their own creation.

Panda Enchantress: I couldn't kill off Sirius. But Remus and Tonks had to go because I had plans for cute little Teddy-bear. My favorite sub-plot of the Harry Potter books was the Regulus one. And it was so sad that Sirius never got to know that his brother did change sides in the end because he died in the 5th book, and we don't find out about Regulus until the 6th. Oh my, heart. RIP RAB. (oh shoot, I just made up a new rap name...)

DiLayla: Shoot. I like my main characters like I like my fries: SALTY. :D. So we said hello and goodbye to Bellatrix and Voldie this chapter. Hope you enjoyed. And Willow hit her limit and had to express herself with some choice words. But in her defense, Luna told her not to bottle it all up. Her hate fire burns bright.

ThePerfectLostGirl87: Well thanks, I do try. ?

lilnightmare17: Thanks so much!

.Winchester.17: At this moment in the TVD timeline, Klaus is the only Original awake because Emotionless!Stefan had a hissy fit and took the caskets. Speaking about Stefan...I foresee a confrontation between him and Eris in the future. I wonder who will make it out on top? No I don't. I know who it is. It's Eris of course. And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about "To Sleep, Perchance to Dream," I've just haven't had the urge to right on that like this. The muse is with me on this one.