Title: Moving On (Working Title) Disclaimer: In first Chappie
Notes: I haven't changed much, except Willow isn't Gay. Season 7 Spoilers for Buffy. You might know at the end of this chapter who I intend Willow to end up with.
Part 3.
The great hall was decorated as usual when the students began piling into the school. Willow had been brought in earlier and was now sitting at the teacher's table. Professor Dumbledore turned to the other teachers along the table. "Before the students arrive, I'd like to introduce to you all, Willow Rosenberg. The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Her friend's sister, Dawn Summers, is also here and will be attending Hogwarts. For the time being Ms Rosenberg is also Miss Summers legal guardian.
Willow looked down the table, most of the faces were bright and accepting, except for one, he was scowling at her. 'Oh' Willow thought, 'That must be professor Snape.' Willow had overheard the teenagers talking about him on the train. Willow had noticed that one of the chairs was empty. She looked at in confusion.
"That's professor William Eaton's chair." Minerva told Willow when she enquired about it. "He hardly ever comes to dinner. He is, however, exceptionally good at his job." She said.
"Oh" was all Willow could say. "Thank you", she said and sat back in her chair mystified. This was when the children began to enter the hall and Willow sat up and watched them as they came in.
Many whispers and murmurings could be heard as the students noticed Willow sitting at the teacher's table.
"She looks too young to be a professor." Someone said
"I wonder is she is the DADA professor." Another replied
"Look" said a familiar voice, "There's Willow, Uh I mean professor Rosenberg." Said Ron. He, Harry and Hermione made their way up to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
"I hope Dawn will be sorted into Gryffindor." Harry said.
"Well we don't have long to find out." Said Hermione, as she pointed to the first years plus Dawn, who had just entered the hall.
Dumbledore stood up and motioned for the students to settle down. "Welcome back," he said, "This year promises to be a most exciting one. Before the first years are sorted, I'd like to introduce Professor Willow Rosenberg, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Accompanying her is a Miss Dawn Summers who will be sorted into a house with the seventh years. That is all.
Dawn was waiting in line for her name to be called out. "Summers, Dawn." The teacher at the front called out. Dawn made her way up to the front of the students.
Dawn sat down on the stool and held her breath as the old sorting hat was placed on her head.
"Ah!" the hat cried. "It's finally you. I've been wondering when you would show up!" the hat told her.
"You have?" Dawn asked in surprise
"Of course. Your soul is older than time itself. I have always known of you. The Key." The old hat said. Dawn gasped, but the hat continued. "Now, to matters at hand. Where shall I place you? You would fit in every house. You are kind hearted, like Hufflepuff. You are smart as well, like Ravenclaws; you are loyal to those you love, so perhaps Gryffindor? But you are also cunning and ambitious; you would to well in Slytherin. You have seen much darkness, a trait most common with Slytherins.
"So where will you put me?" Dawn asked.
* ~ *
Willow watched from the teacher's table as Dawn sat on the stool. Willow could see that Dawn was talking to the hat. Willow wondered what house Dawn would be placed in. She had an inkling of which house, considering their past, but then, one never knew.
* ~ *
"I see a lot of mister Potter in you, but unlike him. Yes. I know where. it will have to be. SLYTHERIN!" the hat called out.
There was a collective gasp as Dawn got off the stool and made her way to the Slytherin table. She sat down and looked up at Willow. Willow smiled at her encouragingly. Satisfied, Dawn started to relax.
* ~ *
Up at the teacher's table it was clear that the teachers were startled by Dawn's sorting, and turned to see Willow's reaction. Willow sat thinking to herself. She wasn't at all surprised about the place Dawn had been put. Willow knew that Dawn had seen too much evil in her short life for the hat not to pick up on. But she knew that Dawn would succeed, no matter what house she was placed in.
She looked down at Dawn and smiled at her. A movement from the shadows suddenly caught her attention. Willow studied the shadows for a moment before she finally tore her eyes away. But she couldn't shake the feeling that someone had been watching her, someone who felt oddly familiar.
* ~ *
Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in shock. "Slytherin!" Ron said. "I would have never guessed that she was one of them." He exclaimed.
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione cried, "Just who do you think you are judging her now. You met her before she was sorted. She's a perfectly nice person and you know that!"
"How do we REALLY know that though?" Harry argued, "I mean there HAS to be a reason why she's in Slytherin. You have to admit there's something odd about her. She's our age and she's just starting school." Harry finished.
Hermione looked as though she was going to scream. "I cant believe how pig headed you are!" she hissed at them. She turned around and started talking to Ginny, ignoring the two boys.
"Blimey" Ron said. "What's the matter with Hermione?" he asked Harry. "I dunno," replied Harry. "Must be that time of the month again." He said, and the two boys started eating.
* ~ *
Dawn had eaten her meal and followed the rest of her housemates back to the dungeons. Surprisingly they were fairly cosy, and as everyone had gone to their rooms, she was sitting in the common room with a photo in her hand, alone.
A faint noise from a doorway caught her attention. "I know you're there." Dawn said to the mystery person. "So why don't you just come out where I can see you?"
The figure moved out of the shadows. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway. "How did you know I was there?" he asked.
"It's a gift." Dawn replied. She couldn't very well tell him that it was because of Buffy's slayer sense running through her veins, and also experience from the Hellmouth.
"What are you doing out here?" Draco asked.
"Just thinking." She replied, running her fingers over the photo. She didn't know why she was talking to his, although she knew she was drawn to him somehow. The look in her eyes was so familiar to her. It haunted her.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the photo in her hand as he walked over and sat next to her. Draco could see that it was a muggle photo, it wasn't moving.
"Memories." Dawn replied.
"Hey, that's professor Rosenberg." Draco said, pointing at the red head in the photo. "Who's everyone else?" he asked, genuinely interested.
"This is Buffy." She said, pointing o the blonde, "she's my sister, the guy next her is Xander. He Buffy and Willow, that's professor Rosenberg," she explained. "Have been best friends since they were 16 years old."
"Go on" Draco encouraged her
"This," she said pointing to the other blonde, "was Anya. She and Xander were going to get married, but everything went wrong. They got back together a while ago. I thought they were going to last this time. until." Dawn faulted.
"Until what?" Draco asked, he noticed that she was talking in about the woman in past tense, but didn't say anything. Dawn ignored Draco's question.
"This is Andrew. He's pretty annoying, but we love him anyway, this," she said, pointing to the man in glasses, "is Giles. He was like a father to all of us growing up. He's actually here in England, Working in London." Dawn explained.
"Go on," Draco said again.
"These two are Faith and Robin, they aren't exactly our closest friends but they are family." Before Draco could ponder her cryptic words, she was talking again. "The person in the shadows is Spike, but he's. he's." Dawn stoped talking for a moment, but before Draco could say something Dawn started talking again. "And last but not least, me"
Draco took a moment before he said anything. "That Spike guy looks kinda familiar," he said, pointing to the man in the shadows, "To bad you cant really see him in this photo. What happened to him and that Anya person?" Draco asked
Dawn looked him in the eyes and said, "They're gone."
"Gone? As in left?" Draco asked
"No, Gone as in dead." Dawn replied.
Draco looked shocked. "Oh, I'm. sorry." He said, not quite sure what he should be saying.
"Its okay, its not your fault." Dawn told him. "So tell me about you and your life." She said,
Draco launched into a long tale about his life growing up in the wizarding world and his time at Hogwarts. He was just about to start on his family life, when the cock in the dungeons chimed.
He looked at the clock. It was midnight. He turned to tell Dawn that they should probably go to bed, but when he looked at her, he saw that she was fast asleep. Smiling to himself, he grabbed a blanked and covered her with it, as he did not know what room was hers. He gave her one last look and then left for his room.
* ~ *
Willow was patrolling the hallways. It was mainly out of habit. Late nights with Buffy were normal. A movement out of the corner of her eye had her in a fighting stance.
"Now luv, is that anyway to greet an old friend?" came a voice.
Willow froze. She only knew one person who talked like that, but he was dead, or dead, dead at least. Wasn't he?
"Hello Red." The person said, his bleach blonde hair shining in the moonlight as he stepped from the shadows.
"Spike?" Willow asked, and promptly fainted.
TBC.
A.N.
THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE WHO REVIEWED!!!
Hey peeps, I should have another chappie up by next week, so review and tell me if you like?
If I don't have another chappie up soon, don't blame me, I have exams next week, so its going to be kind of hectic.
Bye for now! :)
Notes: I haven't changed much, except Willow isn't Gay. Season 7 Spoilers for Buffy. You might know at the end of this chapter who I intend Willow to end up with.
Part 3.
The great hall was decorated as usual when the students began piling into the school. Willow had been brought in earlier and was now sitting at the teacher's table. Professor Dumbledore turned to the other teachers along the table. "Before the students arrive, I'd like to introduce to you all, Willow Rosenberg. The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Her friend's sister, Dawn Summers, is also here and will be attending Hogwarts. For the time being Ms Rosenberg is also Miss Summers legal guardian.
Willow looked down the table, most of the faces were bright and accepting, except for one, he was scowling at her. 'Oh' Willow thought, 'That must be professor Snape.' Willow had overheard the teenagers talking about him on the train. Willow had noticed that one of the chairs was empty. She looked at in confusion.
"That's professor William Eaton's chair." Minerva told Willow when she enquired about it. "He hardly ever comes to dinner. He is, however, exceptionally good at his job." She said.
"Oh" was all Willow could say. "Thank you", she said and sat back in her chair mystified. This was when the children began to enter the hall and Willow sat up and watched them as they came in.
Many whispers and murmurings could be heard as the students noticed Willow sitting at the teacher's table.
"She looks too young to be a professor." Someone said
"I wonder is she is the DADA professor." Another replied
"Look" said a familiar voice, "There's Willow, Uh I mean professor Rosenberg." Said Ron. He, Harry and Hermione made their way up to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
"I hope Dawn will be sorted into Gryffindor." Harry said.
"Well we don't have long to find out." Said Hermione, as she pointed to the first years plus Dawn, who had just entered the hall.
Dumbledore stood up and motioned for the students to settle down. "Welcome back," he said, "This year promises to be a most exciting one. Before the first years are sorted, I'd like to introduce Professor Willow Rosenberg, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Accompanying her is a Miss Dawn Summers who will be sorted into a house with the seventh years. That is all.
Dawn was waiting in line for her name to be called out. "Summers, Dawn." The teacher at the front called out. Dawn made her way up to the front of the students.
Dawn sat down on the stool and held her breath as the old sorting hat was placed on her head.
"Ah!" the hat cried. "It's finally you. I've been wondering when you would show up!" the hat told her.
"You have?" Dawn asked in surprise
"Of course. Your soul is older than time itself. I have always known of you. The Key." The old hat said. Dawn gasped, but the hat continued. "Now, to matters at hand. Where shall I place you? You would fit in every house. You are kind hearted, like Hufflepuff. You are smart as well, like Ravenclaws; you are loyal to those you love, so perhaps Gryffindor? But you are also cunning and ambitious; you would to well in Slytherin. You have seen much darkness, a trait most common with Slytherins.
"So where will you put me?" Dawn asked.
* ~ *
Willow watched from the teacher's table as Dawn sat on the stool. Willow could see that Dawn was talking to the hat. Willow wondered what house Dawn would be placed in. She had an inkling of which house, considering their past, but then, one never knew.
* ~ *
"I see a lot of mister Potter in you, but unlike him. Yes. I know where. it will have to be. SLYTHERIN!" the hat called out.
There was a collective gasp as Dawn got off the stool and made her way to the Slytherin table. She sat down and looked up at Willow. Willow smiled at her encouragingly. Satisfied, Dawn started to relax.
* ~ *
Up at the teacher's table it was clear that the teachers were startled by Dawn's sorting, and turned to see Willow's reaction. Willow sat thinking to herself. She wasn't at all surprised about the place Dawn had been put. Willow knew that Dawn had seen too much evil in her short life for the hat not to pick up on. But she knew that Dawn would succeed, no matter what house she was placed in.
She looked down at Dawn and smiled at her. A movement from the shadows suddenly caught her attention. Willow studied the shadows for a moment before she finally tore her eyes away. But she couldn't shake the feeling that someone had been watching her, someone who felt oddly familiar.
* ~ *
Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in shock. "Slytherin!" Ron said. "I would have never guessed that she was one of them." He exclaimed.
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione cried, "Just who do you think you are judging her now. You met her before she was sorted. She's a perfectly nice person and you know that!"
"How do we REALLY know that though?" Harry argued, "I mean there HAS to be a reason why she's in Slytherin. You have to admit there's something odd about her. She's our age and she's just starting school." Harry finished.
Hermione looked as though she was going to scream. "I cant believe how pig headed you are!" she hissed at them. She turned around and started talking to Ginny, ignoring the two boys.
"Blimey" Ron said. "What's the matter with Hermione?" he asked Harry. "I dunno," replied Harry. "Must be that time of the month again." He said, and the two boys started eating.
* ~ *
Dawn had eaten her meal and followed the rest of her housemates back to the dungeons. Surprisingly they were fairly cosy, and as everyone had gone to their rooms, she was sitting in the common room with a photo in her hand, alone.
A faint noise from a doorway caught her attention. "I know you're there." Dawn said to the mystery person. "So why don't you just come out where I can see you?"
The figure moved out of the shadows. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway. "How did you know I was there?" he asked.
"It's a gift." Dawn replied. She couldn't very well tell him that it was because of Buffy's slayer sense running through her veins, and also experience from the Hellmouth.
"What are you doing out here?" Draco asked.
"Just thinking." She replied, running her fingers over the photo. She didn't know why she was talking to his, although she knew she was drawn to him somehow. The look in her eyes was so familiar to her. It haunted her.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the photo in her hand as he walked over and sat next to her. Draco could see that it was a muggle photo, it wasn't moving.
"Memories." Dawn replied.
"Hey, that's professor Rosenberg." Draco said, pointing at the red head in the photo. "Who's everyone else?" he asked, genuinely interested.
"This is Buffy." She said, pointing o the blonde, "she's my sister, the guy next her is Xander. He Buffy and Willow, that's professor Rosenberg," she explained. "Have been best friends since they were 16 years old."
"Go on" Draco encouraged her
"This," she said pointing to the other blonde, "was Anya. She and Xander were going to get married, but everything went wrong. They got back together a while ago. I thought they were going to last this time. until." Dawn faulted.
"Until what?" Draco asked, he noticed that she was talking in about the woman in past tense, but didn't say anything. Dawn ignored Draco's question.
"This is Andrew. He's pretty annoying, but we love him anyway, this," she said, pointing to the man in glasses, "is Giles. He was like a father to all of us growing up. He's actually here in England, Working in London." Dawn explained.
"Go on," Draco said again.
"These two are Faith and Robin, they aren't exactly our closest friends but they are family." Before Draco could ponder her cryptic words, she was talking again. "The person in the shadows is Spike, but he's. he's." Dawn stoped talking for a moment, but before Draco could say something Dawn started talking again. "And last but not least, me"
Draco took a moment before he said anything. "That Spike guy looks kinda familiar," he said, pointing to the man in the shadows, "To bad you cant really see him in this photo. What happened to him and that Anya person?" Draco asked
Dawn looked him in the eyes and said, "They're gone."
"Gone? As in left?" Draco asked
"No, Gone as in dead." Dawn replied.
Draco looked shocked. "Oh, I'm. sorry." He said, not quite sure what he should be saying.
"Its okay, its not your fault." Dawn told him. "So tell me about you and your life." She said,
Draco launched into a long tale about his life growing up in the wizarding world and his time at Hogwarts. He was just about to start on his family life, when the cock in the dungeons chimed.
He looked at the clock. It was midnight. He turned to tell Dawn that they should probably go to bed, but when he looked at her, he saw that she was fast asleep. Smiling to himself, he grabbed a blanked and covered her with it, as he did not know what room was hers. He gave her one last look and then left for his room.
* ~ *
Willow was patrolling the hallways. It was mainly out of habit. Late nights with Buffy were normal. A movement out of the corner of her eye had her in a fighting stance.
"Now luv, is that anyway to greet an old friend?" came a voice.
Willow froze. She only knew one person who talked like that, but he was dead, or dead, dead at least. Wasn't he?
"Hello Red." The person said, his bleach blonde hair shining in the moonlight as he stepped from the shadows.
"Spike?" Willow asked, and promptly fainted.
TBC.
A.N.
THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE WHO REVIEWED!!!
Hey peeps, I should have another chappie up by next week, so review and tell me if you like?
If I don't have another chappie up soon, don't blame me, I have exams next week, so its going to be kind of hectic.
Bye for now! :)