Ha, I forgot to edit everything, But now I have! Words of wisdom SonChildren, when you get your story back from the editor, go over it a couple of times, not so much to find their mistakes, but to make sure it still sounds like something you wrote, it's still your story. With that in mind, I love you dear Beta Reader, the lovely miss zigostia! All of you should adore her as well!
Warning, Author rant, ignore if pleased: GAH! Spring Break was last week, but I got no break! It was an entire week of chores followed/proceeded by exercising with my sister at no o clock in the morning. I need sleep! And with no car, I have to wake up at 4 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and 5:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays to catch my stupid bus on time. Saturdays are filled with dying inside. I was just kicked out of my gaming group because I didn't like a rule for a game that was dumb. Just know that it's never okay to take someone's points just because they have a similar word, I don't even care if I was trying to help the other team, it was a dumb rule.
But yes, so that was my week last week. My friend let me die at his house and we played games until our eyes bled and I had to go home for church. Now you get this awesome rant of epic proportions. Just know that many people need sleep and we should have a worldwide holiday that is literally just the whole world going to sleep for 24 hours, and if someone can't sleep, then they have to at least rest, like, stay indoors and just read or exercise in private home gyms or whatever.
Anyways! Sorry for that...
Onto the story!
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ENJOY!
Willow sat opposite Dumbledore, a glare on his face. He knew that Dumbledore was doing what he thought was best for everyone, but that didn't excuse what he did to Willow's best friend.
"Am I to believe you still don't remember your time before adoption?" Dumbledore had the gall to ask. Willow glared harder and clenched his jaw. He wasn't here for his memories, no matter how curious he was.
"Am I to believe you still manipulate people for the greater good?" Willow ground out, hoping to at least catch the man off guard.
But the infuriating twinkle was still in the man's eye.
"Sirius will be staying with the Weasley's for the time being. Molly has promised to keep his existence private." Willow continued to glare.
"I will be staying with my sister and nephews," Willow told him pointedly. Dumbledore's twinkle dimmed slightly.
"Unfortunately, I would not advise that," Dumbledore started, only to be cut off.
"I don't care what you would advise. It was your mission that I went on that made me lose 12 years of my life, I lost my sister and a very good friend, my boyfriend was sent to Azkaban, and everyone thought I was dead!" Willow shouted, his temper getting the best of him.
Dumbledore watched him with narrowed eyes, the twinkle gone. Willow never thought he'd miss the mischievous sparkle, but at that moment, the cold hard truth was that Dumbledore had plans, and Willow was in the way of those plans.
"Look," Willow sighed, forcing himself to calm down, "I miss my sister, I miss my family. I'll stay under the radar, but I'm going to see her, whether you like it or not," Willow finished with a strong determination.
Dumbledore watched him silently for another minute before smiling, the twinkle back in his eye.
"Of course, you will probably want to travel with Mr. Potter." At this, Willow glared again.
"His name is Snape, just like his father, just like his mother," Willow snapped. Dumbledore didn't react beyond chuckling out an "of course, of course," before waving at the door.
Willow wasted no time in departing, going to find Draco and tell him he wouldn't be returning with him to the Manor.
Petunia gaped at the man behind her nephew. She hadn't gone with her husband to pick the boy up, but she was sure they never agreed to another house guest.
It took her a second to recognize her brother; the large shaggy man looked nothing like the tall gangly teen or the awkward young adult. This man had bags under his eyes; his hair was past his shoulders, a beard was hanging almost to his chest. He was a stranger to her now.
And that's when the terror built.
"You're dead," Petunia whispered, backing away. Vernon was in the kitchen, staying far away from them. Petunia could only guess what the man before her had done to her husband.
"Sirius killed you. You killed Lily," Petunia growled, her fear being overridden by anger. She still didn't move, her fists clenched at her sides. This was the boy she raised, this was the man who killed her sister.
"No, Tunia," the man started, only to get cut off by a stinging slap.
"Don't call me that," Petunia growled, taking a step back with her hand now held close to her chest. Her nephew had inched away and was now hidden with his uncle in the kitchen.
"I didn't kill Lily, the last thing I remember is Harry's first birthday party, the one we had to delay a month because of Severus' teaching exam," Willow told her sternly, a hand to his cheek.
Petunia paused, her back ramrod straight, trying to remember everything back then. At first he seemed normal, but now that she remembered it, he avoided her a lot after that party, he didn't talk to her at all.
"If Lupin's correct, they may have replaced me with a double and convinced Lily and Severus to use them as a secret keeper," Willow told her, taking a step back.
"It took me twelve years, but I escaped, Petunia, I'm back for real," he told her, taking a step forward when his sister moved.
The two were hugging, tears in their eyes.
"Never do that to me again," Petunia whispered into her hug. Willow nodded against her cheek. He would try.
Many thanks again to zigostia, she has agreed to help me by beta'ing a Harry Potter Choose Your Own Adventure text-based simulator that I'm writing, so you should love her to bits as I do.
Please, please, please! Volunteer to help out "Hogwarts: A Simulation"! I've hit a roadblock story wise. Though, I can tell you that I'm putting some extra effort into customizing pets.
Question 4: How did Willow react when he first met Vernon Dursley? Can be found in Willow Evans.
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