Another Evans
By:Angela Email: angela_mawson@yahoo.ca
Note: Thanks for everyone who reviewed.
Part 6:
"What's a Slayer?"
Willow held out her hand, and Harry surrendered the book.
"You've never heard of Slayer." Willow said it as if he must be nuts no to have known.
"Should I have?"
"Slayer's an 80's metal band."
"You like heavy metal?" Harry asked with unbelief.
"A big no to that one, this book belonged to Kennedy."
"Who's Kennedy?"
"She was my girlfriend."
"Your.girl.um." Harry flushed with embarrassment.
"Does that bother you?" Willow asked calmly, it was better to get this out of the way now, she was just glad that he seemed to believe the metal band story.
"Um.n..no." Harry sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just I never met anyone who fancied girls.um what I meant to say was I've never met a girl who fancied girls."
Willow smiled and put the book in her lap.
"Are you ok with that?"
Harry though about it for a moment, he knew Uncle Vernon's and Aunt Petunia's position on same sex relationships, but had never really put much thought into it himself. After a moment of silence he spoke.
"Ya, I'm ok with it. Why should it bother me, after all it's you're life not mine. People should do what makes them happy, after all love is love."
"Exactly! Now I'm just going to put this book with the rest of Kennedy's things that I need to mail her."
Willow left the room and when she came back Harry had more questions.
"Why aren't you seeing her anymore?"
"It's hard to say, I think that when she and I first started dating she was drawn to my strength.metaphorically speaking that is. When she came into her own strength I don't think she thought that she needed me anymore. So she left."
"I'm sorry." Harry knew it was a lame comment but he didn't know what else to say.
"Don't be, I think we were both using each other. She was going threw some scary stuff and I think she needed someone to lean on. I was facing my own demons and I think I need someone too. It wasn't a bad breakup, it just sort of happened. We're still friends.well as friendly as too people can be after they've been in a relationship together."
"We'll that's good to hear, that you're friends and all."
"Enough with my old romances, lets say we go shopping. I noticed that you're wardrobe could use a little plumping up. Now mind you, I'm no Cordelia Case when it comes to shopping, but I can hold my own."
"Who's Cordelia Chase?"
"Get you're coat and I'll tell you on the way."
***
When they got back from a full 3 hours of shopping, Willow was stopped before she entered the apartment by Bondy.
"Willow, I need you're skills as a Witch."
Willows eyes went wide with disbelief, she couldn't believe her bad luck; first the Slayer's Handbook now this.
"Bondy, I've told you before, I'm not now, nor have I ever been affiliated with the Women's International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell."
Thankfully Bondy took the hint.
"So you're not part of W.I.T.C.H. I still have someone down stairs who could use a little help."
Willow sighed and as she opened the door to the apartment and threw the bags inside.
"I'll be right down. Harry why don't you go inside."
"Can't I come with you?" Harry asked.
"I don't think so; I have a feeling this might take awhile."
"Well do you mind if I go for a walk then?"
Willow handed him the key to the apartment, vowing to her self to get a copy made, and warned him to be back before dark.
***
A week had passed since Willow was called down to Bondy's. Harry had asked afterwards what it was all about and Willow claimed that it was something about a university girl who needed help finding a tattoo that best represented her role in the post-modern feminist movement. Harry couldn't even fathom what that actually meant.
They had just cleared away the dishes from the table, Harry insisted on cooking that night. It ended up being macaroni and cheese, a classic but always tasty.
"Aunt Willow, would it be alright if I made a call to England tonight?"
Willow looked up at the clock; it was 5:30 pm.
"You do know that it's 1:30 am."
Harry gave Willow a pleading look.
"Please Aunt Willow, the letter that I got from Hermione yesterday said that she'd be staying up late all this week incase I gave her a ring."
Willow was just about to say yes when the phone rang.
"Hello." She answered.
Harry watched Willow as she spoke; only getting her side of the conversation.
"Right now? I guess I could. I'll see you shortly then. Bye Angel."
Harry looked questioningly at Willow.
"That was a friend of mine down the road at Wolfram and Hart. Seems his network connection is down and he doesn't want to bother calling the Tech. staff."
"So you're going out to help her out then."
Willow grinned.
"Angel is a boy, and yes. I don't know when I'll be back so feel free to give you're friend a call. Just don't talk for too long."
A wide grin spread across Harry's face.
"You're the best, thanks Aunt Willow."
Willow slipped on her shoes and then left the building, just as Harry dialed Hermione's number.
"H..Hello?" Hermione's voice answered on the other end with a yawn.
"Good Morning."
The voice on the other end woke up quickly.
"Harry! How are you?"
"Pretty good how about you're self? Have you talked to Ron?"
"I'm doing great; I've already got done all my summer homework. I was at Ron's on the weekend, I have great news."
"I'm listening."
"You can practice magic during the summer."
"But what about Decree for Reasonable Restriction of Under-Age Sorcery??"
"You're in another country Harry, they aren't affected by our laws. I was talking with Mr. Weasley and it seems that The United States of America doesn't have any governing magical ministries or laws."
"So If I used my wand, nothing can happen to me? What about when I return to England?"
"You're in the clear."
"That's fantastic."
"So, " Hermione began, letting Harry know she had switched topics. "Since I haven't gotten a letter from you yet suppose you tell me about your Aunt Willow."
"She's great 'Mione, you'd love her. She reminds me of you seeing as she's so smart and all. Though." Harry hesitated.
"Though what?" Hermione prodded.
"Though, I've gotten the impression that she might be involved in a radical feminist organization."
"You can't be serious."
"The guy who owns the Tattoo parlor, that we live above, made mention about her being a W.I.T.C.H."
"Are you referring to the Women's International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell by any chance?"
"I can't believe that you've heard of it."
"I'll take that as a yes. Well you don't have to worry about her being a W.I.T.C.H. they were a leftist feminist group that operated in the late 60's early 70's. It would be a much more likely prospect of her mother being a member not her. I'm sure the gentleman who lived downstairs was just joking."
"Well that's a relief.oh hold on a moment."
"What's the matter Harry?"
"It seems that Aunt Willow left her bag here."
"And that's a problem because?"
"Because she keeps all her computer stuff in that bag, she's gone over to fix someone network or something like that. I hate to rush off Hermione but I think that I should try and run it over to her."
"I understand, it's late anyways. Ron say's hi by the way."
"Well tell Ron that I said hi right back. I'll talk to you later ok, I promise to send a letter soon, and I'll send one for Ron too if you can owl it to him afterwards."
"Consider it done. Bye Harry."
He hung up the phone, grabbed the back and rushed out the door.
***
It only took about 15 minutes to get to Wolfram and Hart, The law firm was located a couple of blocks down from Willow's apartment, Harry had come across it during the walk he took a week before.
He entered the building and went up to a receptionist.
"Excuse me Miss, but I'm looking for a name by the name of Angel, I don't know his last name."
The woman laughed.
"You're joking right?"
Harry then asked her where he could find him, and the woman directed him to the elevator and told him what floor to stop at.
He exited the elevator and began to walk to wards the cute blonde secretary at the end of the floor.
"Excuse me, is this Angel's office?"
"That's what the name on the door says." The blonde said flippantly with a role of the eyes.
"Thank you." Harry said as he went to enter the room.
"Um you can't go in there."
"Why not?"
"Because Angel's in meeting."
"Oh." He looked over at the chair beside the blonde's desk, and sat down. "What's Angel's last name?"
"Angel doesn't have a last name, duh. It's just Angel . or Angelus be he gets all huffy anytime I try and call him that."
Harry paled.
"Didn't you say Angelus?"
"What have you suddenly gone deaf or something of course I said Angelus."
Harry jumped to his feet, dropping the bag he had brought with him for Willow, most likely she was in the office at that moment alone with Angelus, the scourge of Europe.
He ran towards the door and pushed it open ignoring the blondes shouts for him to stop.
The man he knew to be Angelus sat on a large desk, his Aunt Willow stood next to him. Sitting on the sofa next to the desk was a tall black man, and a white man in glasses, and woman in glasses sat in a chair next to the sofa.
"Harry?" Willow cried with surprise.
"Get away from him, he's a monster!" Harry cried as he reached for his wand in his back pocket.
"What?" She questioned.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Angel and called out in a clear loud voice.
"Expelliarmus!"
By:Angela Email: angela_mawson@yahoo.ca
Note: Thanks for everyone who reviewed.
Part 6:
"What's a Slayer?"
Willow held out her hand, and Harry surrendered the book.
"You've never heard of Slayer." Willow said it as if he must be nuts no to have known.
"Should I have?"
"Slayer's an 80's metal band."
"You like heavy metal?" Harry asked with unbelief.
"A big no to that one, this book belonged to Kennedy."
"Who's Kennedy?"
"She was my girlfriend."
"Your.girl.um." Harry flushed with embarrassment.
"Does that bother you?" Willow asked calmly, it was better to get this out of the way now, she was just glad that he seemed to believe the metal band story.
"Um.n..no." Harry sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just I never met anyone who fancied girls.um what I meant to say was I've never met a girl who fancied girls."
Willow smiled and put the book in her lap.
"Are you ok with that?"
Harry though about it for a moment, he knew Uncle Vernon's and Aunt Petunia's position on same sex relationships, but had never really put much thought into it himself. After a moment of silence he spoke.
"Ya, I'm ok with it. Why should it bother me, after all it's you're life not mine. People should do what makes them happy, after all love is love."
"Exactly! Now I'm just going to put this book with the rest of Kennedy's things that I need to mail her."
Willow left the room and when she came back Harry had more questions.
"Why aren't you seeing her anymore?"
"It's hard to say, I think that when she and I first started dating she was drawn to my strength.metaphorically speaking that is. When she came into her own strength I don't think she thought that she needed me anymore. So she left."
"I'm sorry." Harry knew it was a lame comment but he didn't know what else to say.
"Don't be, I think we were both using each other. She was going threw some scary stuff and I think she needed someone to lean on. I was facing my own demons and I think I need someone too. It wasn't a bad breakup, it just sort of happened. We're still friends.well as friendly as too people can be after they've been in a relationship together."
"We'll that's good to hear, that you're friends and all."
"Enough with my old romances, lets say we go shopping. I noticed that you're wardrobe could use a little plumping up. Now mind you, I'm no Cordelia Case when it comes to shopping, but I can hold my own."
"Who's Cordelia Chase?"
"Get you're coat and I'll tell you on the way."
***
When they got back from a full 3 hours of shopping, Willow was stopped before she entered the apartment by Bondy.
"Willow, I need you're skills as a Witch."
Willows eyes went wide with disbelief, she couldn't believe her bad luck; first the Slayer's Handbook now this.
"Bondy, I've told you before, I'm not now, nor have I ever been affiliated with the Women's International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell."
Thankfully Bondy took the hint.
"So you're not part of W.I.T.C.H. I still have someone down stairs who could use a little help."
Willow sighed and as she opened the door to the apartment and threw the bags inside.
"I'll be right down. Harry why don't you go inside."
"Can't I come with you?" Harry asked.
"I don't think so; I have a feeling this might take awhile."
"Well do you mind if I go for a walk then?"
Willow handed him the key to the apartment, vowing to her self to get a copy made, and warned him to be back before dark.
***
A week had passed since Willow was called down to Bondy's. Harry had asked afterwards what it was all about and Willow claimed that it was something about a university girl who needed help finding a tattoo that best represented her role in the post-modern feminist movement. Harry couldn't even fathom what that actually meant.
They had just cleared away the dishes from the table, Harry insisted on cooking that night. It ended up being macaroni and cheese, a classic but always tasty.
"Aunt Willow, would it be alright if I made a call to England tonight?"
Willow looked up at the clock; it was 5:30 pm.
"You do know that it's 1:30 am."
Harry gave Willow a pleading look.
"Please Aunt Willow, the letter that I got from Hermione yesterday said that she'd be staying up late all this week incase I gave her a ring."
Willow was just about to say yes when the phone rang.
"Hello." She answered.
Harry watched Willow as she spoke; only getting her side of the conversation.
"Right now? I guess I could. I'll see you shortly then. Bye Angel."
Harry looked questioningly at Willow.
"That was a friend of mine down the road at Wolfram and Hart. Seems his network connection is down and he doesn't want to bother calling the Tech. staff."
"So you're going out to help her out then."
Willow grinned.
"Angel is a boy, and yes. I don't know when I'll be back so feel free to give you're friend a call. Just don't talk for too long."
A wide grin spread across Harry's face.
"You're the best, thanks Aunt Willow."
Willow slipped on her shoes and then left the building, just as Harry dialed Hermione's number.
"H..Hello?" Hermione's voice answered on the other end with a yawn.
"Good Morning."
The voice on the other end woke up quickly.
"Harry! How are you?"
"Pretty good how about you're self? Have you talked to Ron?"
"I'm doing great; I've already got done all my summer homework. I was at Ron's on the weekend, I have great news."
"I'm listening."
"You can practice magic during the summer."
"But what about Decree for Reasonable Restriction of Under-Age Sorcery??"
"You're in another country Harry, they aren't affected by our laws. I was talking with Mr. Weasley and it seems that The United States of America doesn't have any governing magical ministries or laws."
"So If I used my wand, nothing can happen to me? What about when I return to England?"
"You're in the clear."
"That's fantastic."
"So, " Hermione began, letting Harry know she had switched topics. "Since I haven't gotten a letter from you yet suppose you tell me about your Aunt Willow."
"She's great 'Mione, you'd love her. She reminds me of you seeing as she's so smart and all. Though." Harry hesitated.
"Though what?" Hermione prodded.
"Though, I've gotten the impression that she might be involved in a radical feminist organization."
"You can't be serious."
"The guy who owns the Tattoo parlor, that we live above, made mention about her being a W.I.T.C.H."
"Are you referring to the Women's International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell by any chance?"
"I can't believe that you've heard of it."
"I'll take that as a yes. Well you don't have to worry about her being a W.I.T.C.H. they were a leftist feminist group that operated in the late 60's early 70's. It would be a much more likely prospect of her mother being a member not her. I'm sure the gentleman who lived downstairs was just joking."
"Well that's a relief.oh hold on a moment."
"What's the matter Harry?"
"It seems that Aunt Willow left her bag here."
"And that's a problem because?"
"Because she keeps all her computer stuff in that bag, she's gone over to fix someone network or something like that. I hate to rush off Hermione but I think that I should try and run it over to her."
"I understand, it's late anyways. Ron say's hi by the way."
"Well tell Ron that I said hi right back. I'll talk to you later ok, I promise to send a letter soon, and I'll send one for Ron too if you can owl it to him afterwards."
"Consider it done. Bye Harry."
He hung up the phone, grabbed the back and rushed out the door.
***
It only took about 15 minutes to get to Wolfram and Hart, The law firm was located a couple of blocks down from Willow's apartment, Harry had come across it during the walk he took a week before.
He entered the building and went up to a receptionist.
"Excuse me Miss, but I'm looking for a name by the name of Angel, I don't know his last name."
The woman laughed.
"You're joking right?"
Harry then asked her where he could find him, and the woman directed him to the elevator and told him what floor to stop at.
He exited the elevator and began to walk to wards the cute blonde secretary at the end of the floor.
"Excuse me, is this Angel's office?"
"That's what the name on the door says." The blonde said flippantly with a role of the eyes.
"Thank you." Harry said as he went to enter the room.
"Um you can't go in there."
"Why not?"
"Because Angel's in meeting."
"Oh." He looked over at the chair beside the blonde's desk, and sat down. "What's Angel's last name?"
"Angel doesn't have a last name, duh. It's just Angel . or Angelus be he gets all huffy anytime I try and call him that."
Harry paled.
"Didn't you say Angelus?"
"What have you suddenly gone deaf or something of course I said Angelus."
Harry jumped to his feet, dropping the bag he had brought with him for Willow, most likely she was in the office at that moment alone with Angelus, the scourge of Europe.
He ran towards the door and pushed it open ignoring the blondes shouts for him to stop.
The man he knew to be Angelus sat on a large desk, his Aunt Willow stood next to him. Sitting on the sofa next to the desk was a tall black man, and a white man in glasses, and woman in glasses sat in a chair next to the sofa.
"Harry?" Willow cried with surprise.
"Get away from him, he's a monster!" Harry cried as he reached for his wand in his back pocket.
"What?" She questioned.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Angel and called out in a clear loud voice.
"Expelliarmus!"