Title: Little White Lies
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: eena_angel@hotmail.com or igrewal@sfu.ca
Rating: PG-13 to R
Category: HP/BTVS
Pairing: Willow/Harry
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the HP verse, and Joss Whedon owns the BTVS.
Spoilers: Up to Season Six for BTVS, and Goblet of Fire for HP.
Summary: What if the events after the Triwizard Contest didn't go down quite like we all thought . . .
Author Notes: Okay, I watched High Crimes this weekend, and now the idea won't leave me alone. And its not the most convenient time because I have finals. So I figure that I can get out the first parts and everything will be okay. Okay, onto the actual notes section.
I'm going to be changing a lot of things, and it will be explained along the way. But it is to be noted that this takes place quite a few years after the Goblet of Fire. Well, nine years to be exact. And this is going to be very AU, as you will be able to tell.
Part Two
Willow sat at the table, biting her lip and tapping her foot against one of its legs. Her green eyes kept flashing to the closed door opposite her. Her fingers tapped against the tabletop in a tuneless manner, stopping when she pressed her palm down. The sound was getting on her nerves and hurting her nails. She had been tapping them just a bit too hard, just like she was biting her lip too hard. She had caused it to bleed once before, and was heading towards that again if she didn't stop.
When she heard the footsteps, she rose up in her seat. Her eyes were locked on the door, her heart beating faster when the knob started to turn. She didn't have much time to dwell on it, as the door opened and her boyfriend was shoved in. She took him in carefully, checking him over for signs of injury immediately. He wasn't even in prison uniform, still in his clothes from that day. As was she for that matter, they hadn't been given the option of packing for this trip.
He was looking at her with this guilt on his face. She wanted to rush to him, throw her arms around him, and just kiss him. The past day had been horrible, not seeing him or knowing how he was. But right now, she couldn't go to him. There was something they needed to deal with first.
"So, is your name Harry Potter or William Prongs?"
She was very unhappy with the way her voice shook. She hadn't wanted it to shake. She wanted to be strong when he told her the truth. She figured she might need that strength.
He hung his head, making his way to the table slowly. He pulled out the chair opposite her, taking a seat. He reached for her hands, stopping himself just shy of them and retracting. He seemed to think that that was what she wanted, but she didn't know she was crying inside because she wanted to hold onto him. But there wasn't time for that.
"My name is Harry Potter," he finally spoke, eyes shifting from the tabletop to her and then back again. Willow nodded numbly, sniffling back the threatening tears.
"You lied to me," she whispered. "All of this was a lie."
"No!" he was quick to interject. "Just the name, nothing else. I love you Willow, and this past year has been the best time of my life. I didn't want to lie to you, but I didn't have a choice. All of this, taking on William Prongs, it was something that happened ages ago."
"Why?" she asked next, anger coming to her voice for the first time. "Tell me why Harry? I mean, in the past twenty-four hours I have gotten shock after shock after shock. Finding out that you're dating a not-so- fictional character on the run from the Magical Cops is not something a girl can just absorb."
"I didn't do anything they think I did," he swore, eyes pleading with her. "They don't really think I did it. If they did, I would be in Azkaban and not here."
"Azkaban," Willow laughed, leaning back in her chair and shaking her head. "There really is an Azkaban. But I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, after all, my boyfriend is Harry-freaking-Potter!"
He flinched as her voice rose, clenching his hands into fists in front of him.
"I understand that you're upset," he spoke again. "But there are things you don't know. Stuff that wasn't in the books, and won't be in the coming ones."
"Would you please explain to me why there are books?" she demanded. "And what the hell is going on? I don't know what's fiction or not! Please explain to me why you were hiding when you're supposed to be the big hero here."
"Not everything Joanne wrote was true," he sighed, closing his eyes briefly. "Well, no, she wrote everything accurately up until the end of the fourth book. I don't know how she got permission to write all that. I mean, she was forever bothering me about writing my life story, but I wouldn't let her. I guess the Ministry finally just told her to go for it, hoping that I would come out of hiding or something."
Willow let out a sigh, deflating at the frustration and sadness in his eyes. She stood up, dragging her chair next to his. She took his hand in hers, bringing it onto her lap.
"Tell me," was the only thing she said. He sighed again, bringing her hand up to his lips to plant a kiss on the back.
"Joanne wrote everything well, until the end of the fourth book," he repeated. "You see, after my fourth year ended I didn't return home to the Dursleys' like Professor Dumbledore asked me to. I went to Diagon Alley, went to Gringotts and took out all my money. I transferred it to pounds and left. I was on managed to make it to France, hiding out in the countryside for a few years, until I was big enough to pass for eighteen. Then I bought some ID, hopped a plane to America and travelled. I ended up in Sunnydale just a month before I met you. And after that, you know what happens."
"Why?"
He sighed, shifting again. His eyes went to the closed door across from him. Buffy and Dawn were out there someone, waiting in one of the lounge areas of the Ministry. Giles had been contacted, as well as Xander and Anya. Giles was on his way here, while Xander and Anya were probably somewhere over the Atlantic right now. They would all be here within a day, but Willow needed answers now.
"I realized something after Cedric was killed," he continued. "That if I went back to school, if I stayed here, Voldemort would come for me. He is very much obsessed with me, obsessed with killing me that is. And until he had the pleasure of killing me, he wouldn't be able to get anything done. So I ran, in hopes of leading him around in circles. Eventually I realized that on the Hellmouth, Voldemort wouldn't be able to pinpoint me magically. As well, the thought of the place seemed to offset him somewhat, something I eventually chalked up to Buffy's presence. He probably didn't fancy running into the Slayer, especially not one that had died twice and killed a hell god to boot. So I headed there, stopping at various hotspots so he wouldn't be right on my tail. I wanted to lead him away from everyone, hopefully giving them time to get it together to stop him. And as time went on, I didn't want to go back to help them. I liked being out there, without having to worry about who I was and what was after me. I found you and I didn't want anything else."
Willow nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She was unprepared for the tug he gave, pulling her clear onto his lap. He rested his chin on her shoulder, arms securely around her.
"I wasn't truthful with you," he murmured. "But that wasn't because I didn't love you enough. It was because I loved you that much. I wanted to spare you this world. Never did I think that the Ministry would come looking for me. I figured that someone would eventually figure out that I was using the Hellmouth as a shield, but I didn't think anyone would come for me. I mean, the Hellmouth has a reputation here as well. No wizard would ever willing go there."
"But they did come," she whispered, relaxing into his embrace. She leaned back, resting her head against his, fingers entwining with his.
"I didn't do any of it," he swore. "I don't know why they think I did it, but I didn't do it. I didn't kill those people."
"I believe you," she told him. "And I think everyone here believes you on some level as well. Otherwise, like you said, you would be in Azkaban. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to do-"
"Don't do anything," he ordered, tightening his arms around her. "Don't get involved Willow. When news of my return hits the newspapers, they're going to be quick to include you in there. And some of those murdered people, well, they came from pretty important families. Powerful ones that wouldn't be above taking their problems with me out on the one that I love."
"I can handle myself," she tossed back, a slight frown crossing her features. "I mean, yes I realize that you're Harry Potter, but are you forgetting that I'm a kick ass witch?"
"Are you forgetting that the Dark Arts are frowned upon in this world?" he retorted. That stopped her, making her slump against him in defeat.
"Fine," she muttered. "Have it your way. But again, how are we getting you out of here?"
"Don't worry too much about it," he assured her. "Things will work out."
"How do you know?" she demanded. He just laughed, turning her around to plant a kiss on her lips.
"I just have the feeling that the cavalry will be arriving shortly."
*****
Dawn sit on the comfortable armchair, fidgetting considerably. Her eyes went to the door to the room Willow was now in. The redhead had gone in to talk to Bill-uh, Harry. Because her boyfriend was Harry Potter, the fictional main character out of a book. Yeah, that was hard to wrap your brain around.
She looked up, sending Buffy a bit of a strained look. Her older sister just shrugged, returning to her wide-eyed vigilance of the robed wizards wandering back and forth. A woman swept by them, talking rather loudly as a parchment floated behind her, a quill writing down everything she said. Dawn shook her head at the sight, leaning back into her chair.
"What do you think is going on in there?" she finally asked. Buffy shrugged again, eyes going to the door behind Dawn's head.
"I guess she's talking to Bil-Harry," Buffy corrected herself, making a slight face. "I can't believe that all this book stuff is real and nobody on the Council thought it would be okay to tell me. You think it would have come up at some point, you know, around the time of the first movie? But no, they just decided to keep this to themselves. As the Slayer, I think I should have been informed."
Dawn nodded absently, eyes going back to observe some more of the wizards. There was a slight commotion going on at the end of the hallway, a group of people headed their way. Dawn motioned to with her head, Buffy followed her lead, watching as the people approached. Three men marched at the front, barking at everyone around them. Dawn took in the tall figures, the shock of red hair, and blazing green eyes for a few seconds before coming to the right conclusion.
"Holy crap. It's the Weasleys."
*****
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: eena_angel@hotmail.com or igrewal@sfu.ca
Rating: PG-13 to R
Category: HP/BTVS
Pairing: Willow/Harry
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the HP verse, and Joss Whedon owns the BTVS.
Spoilers: Up to Season Six for BTVS, and Goblet of Fire for HP.
Summary: What if the events after the Triwizard Contest didn't go down quite like we all thought . . .
Author Notes: Okay, I watched High Crimes this weekend, and now the idea won't leave me alone. And its not the most convenient time because I have finals. So I figure that I can get out the first parts and everything will be okay. Okay, onto the actual notes section.
I'm going to be changing a lot of things, and it will be explained along the way. But it is to be noted that this takes place quite a few years after the Goblet of Fire. Well, nine years to be exact. And this is going to be very AU, as you will be able to tell.
Part Two
Willow sat at the table, biting her lip and tapping her foot against one of its legs. Her green eyes kept flashing to the closed door opposite her. Her fingers tapped against the tabletop in a tuneless manner, stopping when she pressed her palm down. The sound was getting on her nerves and hurting her nails. She had been tapping them just a bit too hard, just like she was biting her lip too hard. She had caused it to bleed once before, and was heading towards that again if she didn't stop.
When she heard the footsteps, she rose up in her seat. Her eyes were locked on the door, her heart beating faster when the knob started to turn. She didn't have much time to dwell on it, as the door opened and her boyfriend was shoved in. She took him in carefully, checking him over for signs of injury immediately. He wasn't even in prison uniform, still in his clothes from that day. As was she for that matter, they hadn't been given the option of packing for this trip.
He was looking at her with this guilt on his face. She wanted to rush to him, throw her arms around him, and just kiss him. The past day had been horrible, not seeing him or knowing how he was. But right now, she couldn't go to him. There was something they needed to deal with first.
"So, is your name Harry Potter or William Prongs?"
She was very unhappy with the way her voice shook. She hadn't wanted it to shake. She wanted to be strong when he told her the truth. She figured she might need that strength.
He hung his head, making his way to the table slowly. He pulled out the chair opposite her, taking a seat. He reached for her hands, stopping himself just shy of them and retracting. He seemed to think that that was what she wanted, but she didn't know she was crying inside because she wanted to hold onto him. But there wasn't time for that.
"My name is Harry Potter," he finally spoke, eyes shifting from the tabletop to her and then back again. Willow nodded numbly, sniffling back the threatening tears.
"You lied to me," she whispered. "All of this was a lie."
"No!" he was quick to interject. "Just the name, nothing else. I love you Willow, and this past year has been the best time of my life. I didn't want to lie to you, but I didn't have a choice. All of this, taking on William Prongs, it was something that happened ages ago."
"Why?" she asked next, anger coming to her voice for the first time. "Tell me why Harry? I mean, in the past twenty-four hours I have gotten shock after shock after shock. Finding out that you're dating a not-so- fictional character on the run from the Magical Cops is not something a girl can just absorb."
"I didn't do anything they think I did," he swore, eyes pleading with her. "They don't really think I did it. If they did, I would be in Azkaban and not here."
"Azkaban," Willow laughed, leaning back in her chair and shaking her head. "There really is an Azkaban. But I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, after all, my boyfriend is Harry-freaking-Potter!"
He flinched as her voice rose, clenching his hands into fists in front of him.
"I understand that you're upset," he spoke again. "But there are things you don't know. Stuff that wasn't in the books, and won't be in the coming ones."
"Would you please explain to me why there are books?" she demanded. "And what the hell is going on? I don't know what's fiction or not! Please explain to me why you were hiding when you're supposed to be the big hero here."
"Not everything Joanne wrote was true," he sighed, closing his eyes briefly. "Well, no, she wrote everything accurately up until the end of the fourth book. I don't know how she got permission to write all that. I mean, she was forever bothering me about writing my life story, but I wouldn't let her. I guess the Ministry finally just told her to go for it, hoping that I would come out of hiding or something."
Willow let out a sigh, deflating at the frustration and sadness in his eyes. She stood up, dragging her chair next to his. She took his hand in hers, bringing it onto her lap.
"Tell me," was the only thing she said. He sighed again, bringing her hand up to his lips to plant a kiss on the back.
"Joanne wrote everything well, until the end of the fourth book," he repeated. "You see, after my fourth year ended I didn't return home to the Dursleys' like Professor Dumbledore asked me to. I went to Diagon Alley, went to Gringotts and took out all my money. I transferred it to pounds and left. I was on managed to make it to France, hiding out in the countryside for a few years, until I was big enough to pass for eighteen. Then I bought some ID, hopped a plane to America and travelled. I ended up in Sunnydale just a month before I met you. And after that, you know what happens."
"Why?"
He sighed, shifting again. His eyes went to the closed door across from him. Buffy and Dawn were out there someone, waiting in one of the lounge areas of the Ministry. Giles had been contacted, as well as Xander and Anya. Giles was on his way here, while Xander and Anya were probably somewhere over the Atlantic right now. They would all be here within a day, but Willow needed answers now.
"I realized something after Cedric was killed," he continued. "That if I went back to school, if I stayed here, Voldemort would come for me. He is very much obsessed with me, obsessed with killing me that is. And until he had the pleasure of killing me, he wouldn't be able to get anything done. So I ran, in hopes of leading him around in circles. Eventually I realized that on the Hellmouth, Voldemort wouldn't be able to pinpoint me magically. As well, the thought of the place seemed to offset him somewhat, something I eventually chalked up to Buffy's presence. He probably didn't fancy running into the Slayer, especially not one that had died twice and killed a hell god to boot. So I headed there, stopping at various hotspots so he wouldn't be right on my tail. I wanted to lead him away from everyone, hopefully giving them time to get it together to stop him. And as time went on, I didn't want to go back to help them. I liked being out there, without having to worry about who I was and what was after me. I found you and I didn't want anything else."
Willow nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She was unprepared for the tug he gave, pulling her clear onto his lap. He rested his chin on her shoulder, arms securely around her.
"I wasn't truthful with you," he murmured. "But that wasn't because I didn't love you enough. It was because I loved you that much. I wanted to spare you this world. Never did I think that the Ministry would come looking for me. I figured that someone would eventually figure out that I was using the Hellmouth as a shield, but I didn't think anyone would come for me. I mean, the Hellmouth has a reputation here as well. No wizard would ever willing go there."
"But they did come," she whispered, relaxing into his embrace. She leaned back, resting her head against his, fingers entwining with his.
"I didn't do any of it," he swore. "I don't know why they think I did it, but I didn't do it. I didn't kill those people."
"I believe you," she told him. "And I think everyone here believes you on some level as well. Otherwise, like you said, you would be in Azkaban. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to do-"
"Don't do anything," he ordered, tightening his arms around her. "Don't get involved Willow. When news of my return hits the newspapers, they're going to be quick to include you in there. And some of those murdered people, well, they came from pretty important families. Powerful ones that wouldn't be above taking their problems with me out on the one that I love."
"I can handle myself," she tossed back, a slight frown crossing her features. "I mean, yes I realize that you're Harry Potter, but are you forgetting that I'm a kick ass witch?"
"Are you forgetting that the Dark Arts are frowned upon in this world?" he retorted. That stopped her, making her slump against him in defeat.
"Fine," she muttered. "Have it your way. But again, how are we getting you out of here?"
"Don't worry too much about it," he assured her. "Things will work out."
"How do you know?" she demanded. He just laughed, turning her around to plant a kiss on her lips.
"I just have the feeling that the cavalry will be arriving shortly."
*****
Dawn sit on the comfortable armchair, fidgetting considerably. Her eyes went to the door to the room Willow was now in. The redhead had gone in to talk to Bill-uh, Harry. Because her boyfriend was Harry Potter, the fictional main character out of a book. Yeah, that was hard to wrap your brain around.
She looked up, sending Buffy a bit of a strained look. Her older sister just shrugged, returning to her wide-eyed vigilance of the robed wizards wandering back and forth. A woman swept by them, talking rather loudly as a parchment floated behind her, a quill writing down everything she said. Dawn shook her head at the sight, leaning back into her chair.
"What do you think is going on in there?" she finally asked. Buffy shrugged again, eyes going to the door behind Dawn's head.
"I guess she's talking to Bil-Harry," Buffy corrected herself, making a slight face. "I can't believe that all this book stuff is real and nobody on the Council thought it would be okay to tell me. You think it would have come up at some point, you know, around the time of the first movie? But no, they just decided to keep this to themselves. As the Slayer, I think I should have been informed."
Dawn nodded absently, eyes going back to observe some more of the wizards. There was a slight commotion going on at the end of the hallway, a group of people headed their way. Dawn motioned to with her head, Buffy followed her lead, watching as the people approached. Three men marched at the front, barking at everyone around them. Dawn took in the tall figures, the shock of red hair, and blazing green eyes for a few seconds before coming to the right conclusion.
"Holy crap. It's the Weasleys."
*****