A/N: Ok, this is my first attempt at a Buffy/Harry Crossover, and I hope
that the beginning doesn't confuse anyone too much.
Things to keep in mind: This takes place after Season Six of Buffy, ALTHOUGH I'm playing with things - Kennedy (that Slayer in Training) was around during the summer because Giles was training her, but when Willow went to England, Giles sent her to Buffy. They never said her age, so lets pretend she's 17. It begins right before Seventh Year.
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Kennedy, and Draco/Dawn. Any other pairings are yet to be announced.
Thank you to Jacy, who inspired me to write this story, and Kristen, who's proclamation of "the twisted web we weave" gave birth to the title. Thank you guys SOOO much.
Disclaimer: I am nobody - who are you?
~* The Twisted Web We Weave *~
Prologue - Silent Connections
Blood. Black and blood. That was all she could see. The darkness was hanging in the air, thick as a cloud, but it didn't shut out the sight of blood surrounding her.
She shook her head, eyes tearful, fearful. "Who did this?"
"Who do you think? He destroys everything in his path, anything that prevents him from getting power."
She turned around to face the voice that was speaking to her, but, even though it was too dark to see, she knew. "But there's so much blood, Tara. So much blood..."
Tara gently put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You can stop it. Stop the darkness. In black and white, you're the shades of gray."
"I don't understand."
"Don't unravel the web, Hermione. It's a twisted web we weave."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione awoke from her dream gasping for breath. She clicked on her bedside lamp, and shut it when she realized she wasn't the only one in the room. She slipped out of bed and went downstairs to sit in her living room. She wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
"'Mione?"
Hermione didn't even have to turn around from her spot on the couch to know who was coming down the stairs.
"Come in Harry."
Harry sat down on the couch next to Hermione. She curled up in his lap.
"I had that dream again. I keep having them, over and over again. It never stops."
Harry began stroking her hair. "It's been happening all summer, right? Ever since June?"
Hermione nodded and shifted so that she could hold his hand. "Yeah. Everything's just so frightening. And of all the people to deliver the message..."
"Tara?"
Hermione closed her eyes and nodded. Harry lifted her chin and saw that she was crying. "Sit up. Just for a minute."
Hermione sat up and Harry cupped her face in his hands. "There was nothing you could do. Don't torture yourself over something you couldn't control."
Hermione nodded and leaned forward, having the sudden urge to kiss him. She planted a few kisses along his jawline before he gently pulled her mouth towards his. They continued kissing for a few moments before they heard another voice in the room.
"Look, if you wanted to be alone, all you had to do was ask."
Harry pulled away chuckling. "Shut up Ron."
Ron came over and sat on the floor next to them. Hermione curled up in Harry's arms, leaning her cheek against his chest. Ron leaned back on his hands. "Another dream?"
Hermione nodded.
Ron sighed. "You never explained this to me. I mean, I get the dream. But who's Tara?"
Harry felt Hermione tense and then sigh. He moved his hand soothingly up and down her arm.
"Tara..." She started. "Tara was my cousin. She's four years older, and growing up, we were incredibly close, more like sisters. Her mom, my Aunt Lynne, is my mom's sister, and she sort of reminds me of Harry's Aunt Petunia in the sense that she hates magic, and hated my mom for allowing me to go to Hogwarts. She didn't want Tara to go associate with me since she hadn't allowed Tara to go to Hogwarts when she got her letter, so she moved out to California, Sunnydale to be exact. I was heartbroken, but we wrote letters all the time. The past year was difficult for her, for more then one reason, and then, all of a sudden, her letters stopped. We used to write at least three times a week, so this was odd. After about a week, I got a letter from a friend of hers. She - she was killed."
"Oh god. 'Mione, I'm sorry."
"It's okay Ron. It's okay." Hermione sighed and Harry shifted so that she could lay down with him on the couch. "I'm gonna go to sleep, okay? Just - stay here with me?"
Harry kissed her forehead. "Didn't plan on going anywhere."
Hermione settled into Harry's arms and fell asleep. Harry and Ron followed soon after.
Things to keep in mind: This takes place after Season Six of Buffy, ALTHOUGH I'm playing with things - Kennedy (that Slayer in Training) was around during the summer because Giles was training her, but when Willow went to England, Giles sent her to Buffy. They never said her age, so lets pretend she's 17. It begins right before Seventh Year.
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Kennedy, and Draco/Dawn. Any other pairings are yet to be announced.
Thank you to Jacy, who inspired me to write this story, and Kristen, who's proclamation of "the twisted web we weave" gave birth to the title. Thank you guys SOOO much.
Disclaimer: I am nobody - who are you?
~* The Twisted Web We Weave *~
Prologue - Silent Connections
Blood. Black and blood. That was all she could see. The darkness was hanging in the air, thick as a cloud, but it didn't shut out the sight of blood surrounding her.
She shook her head, eyes tearful, fearful. "Who did this?"
"Who do you think? He destroys everything in his path, anything that prevents him from getting power."
She turned around to face the voice that was speaking to her, but, even though it was too dark to see, she knew. "But there's so much blood, Tara. So much blood..."
Tara gently put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You can stop it. Stop the darkness. In black and white, you're the shades of gray."
"I don't understand."
"Don't unravel the web, Hermione. It's a twisted web we weave."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione awoke from her dream gasping for breath. She clicked on her bedside lamp, and shut it when she realized she wasn't the only one in the room. She slipped out of bed and went downstairs to sit in her living room. She wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
"'Mione?"
Hermione didn't even have to turn around from her spot on the couch to know who was coming down the stairs.
"Come in Harry."
Harry sat down on the couch next to Hermione. She curled up in his lap.
"I had that dream again. I keep having them, over and over again. It never stops."
Harry began stroking her hair. "It's been happening all summer, right? Ever since June?"
Hermione nodded and shifted so that she could hold his hand. "Yeah. Everything's just so frightening. And of all the people to deliver the message..."
"Tara?"
Hermione closed her eyes and nodded. Harry lifted her chin and saw that she was crying. "Sit up. Just for a minute."
Hermione sat up and Harry cupped her face in his hands. "There was nothing you could do. Don't torture yourself over something you couldn't control."
Hermione nodded and leaned forward, having the sudden urge to kiss him. She planted a few kisses along his jawline before he gently pulled her mouth towards his. They continued kissing for a few moments before they heard another voice in the room.
"Look, if you wanted to be alone, all you had to do was ask."
Harry pulled away chuckling. "Shut up Ron."
Ron came over and sat on the floor next to them. Hermione curled up in Harry's arms, leaning her cheek against his chest. Ron leaned back on his hands. "Another dream?"
Hermione nodded.
Ron sighed. "You never explained this to me. I mean, I get the dream. But who's Tara?"
Harry felt Hermione tense and then sigh. He moved his hand soothingly up and down her arm.
"Tara..." She started. "Tara was my cousin. She's four years older, and growing up, we were incredibly close, more like sisters. Her mom, my Aunt Lynne, is my mom's sister, and she sort of reminds me of Harry's Aunt Petunia in the sense that she hates magic, and hated my mom for allowing me to go to Hogwarts. She didn't want Tara to go associate with me since she hadn't allowed Tara to go to Hogwarts when she got her letter, so she moved out to California, Sunnydale to be exact. I was heartbroken, but we wrote letters all the time. The past year was difficult for her, for more then one reason, and then, all of a sudden, her letters stopped. We used to write at least three times a week, so this was odd. After about a week, I got a letter from a friend of hers. She - she was killed."
"Oh god. 'Mione, I'm sorry."
"It's okay Ron. It's okay." Hermione sighed and Harry shifted so that she could lay down with him on the couch. "I'm gonna go to sleep, okay? Just - stay here with me?"
Harry kissed her forehead. "Didn't plan on going anywhere."
Hermione settled into Harry's arms and fell asleep. Harry and Ron followed soon after.