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 Three
Buffy leapt to her feet at Dawn's breathless exclamation. She looked over the coming trio carefully, eyes lighting up at the sight of the one on the far left.
"Yummy," she whispered softly to herself. Dawn heard her, grinning as she came to stand at Buffy's side.
"Left hand," was all the teenager had to say. Buffy let her eyes wander down to the man's left hand, deflating at the band of gold there.
"Just my luck," the blonde Slayer muttered dejectedly, standing to attention when the three redheaded men stopped directly in front of them. The eldest one, in the middle, eyes lit up at the sight of them. He took off his glasses and rubbed them vigorously before placing them back on his face. As if verifying they were still there, his face broke out into a luminous smile.
"Muggles!" he declared in breathless joy. "Hello, I'm Arthur Weasley, Minister of Magic-"
"You made Minister!" Dawn interrupted with a delighted shriek. "Cool. Always liked you better than that Fudge man. You're so much more perceptive than he was."
The Minister looked a bit confused by her knowledge and delighted by her comment. Buffy however picked up on only one thing.
"You're in charge?" she asked coolly, stepping up to the man. At his nod, the blonde narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"So you would be able to explain what the fuck is going on?"
"Buffy!" Dawn screeched, appalled by her sister's language. The men seemed a bit affronted as well, but Buffy just carried on.
"I'm sorry," she apologized bitingly. "But having people break into my home and tie me up in some sort of trap to arrest one of my friends puts me in a testy mood. Now, I'm sure you're well meaning and nice people, but unless I get answers and an apology right now, I'm going to slay one of you."
"They're Harry's friends," the left man whispered to the Minister before stepping forward with an outstretched hand and an apologetic look. "We're terribly sorry about all this, but I can assure you that this did not go down on my father's orders."
"Your father?" Buffy repeated, peering over his shoulder at the Minister.
"Yeah, I'm Ron Weasley by the way," he introduced himself, startling when Dawn starting jumping and squealing in joy.
"Ron Weasley!" the teenager shrieked. "This place is too cool! I'm never leaving."
"Wanna bet?" Buffy growled at her excited sister. "Who's Ron Weasley? Sounds familiar."
"He's Bil-I mean Harry's best friend," Dawn explained with a roll of her eyes. "And that means he's here to help and not to, you know, not help."
"That was well spoken," Buffy muttered, shaking her head before turning back to the men in front of her. "I'm still not hearing any explanations. And I really hope I get one soon. It doesn't really pay to keep the Slayer waiting."
"The Slayer!" Arthur exclaimed in joy. "The Muggles' hero! Well, this day is turning out to be wonderful!"
"I'm glad for you," Buffy rolled her eyes. "But could we please move this along? I want to know what's going on."
"Of course," came the response from the last redheaded man. "Let's all move to Harry's room and we can discuss things there."
"And you are?" Buffy prompted.
"Percy Weasley," he introduced himself with an outstretched hand.
"This is so cool!" Dawn squealed again as the two shook hands. "Do the twins work here too?"
"God forbid!" Ron laughed, leading the girls to the closed door across the hall. He made to open it when Dawn and Buffy still his hand.
"You might want to knock before," Buffy suggested lightly. Ron frowned.
"Why?"
"Well, Willow and B-Harry have a tendency to get lovey-dovey," Dawn explained. "And usually without all their clothing."
"Dawn!" came the reprimand from Buffy while all three men blushed. Ron coughed loudly to clear his throat and then rapped his knuckles loudly against the door. There was a squeak of a chair being shoved backwards and then a few seconds of silence. Finally there was the hesitant reply:
"Yes?"
Ron pushed through, stepping aside to let Buffy and Dawn into the room ahead of him. The girls were quick to rush to their flustered friends. Dawn giggled at the sight of Willow trying to adjust her top discreetly. Buffy just shook her head, wagging her finger at the couple.
"You know, detainment is not the most convenient time to get it on," the Slayer giggled before reaching over to give Harry a hug. "Good to see you're all right, Bill, Harry, or whoever you may be."
Harry laughed, accepting the hug from Buffy and then from Dawn.
"Harry," he replied finally, stopping when he noticed the others in the room. A hesitant smile blossomed on his face as he rose to his feet. He stretched out a hand to the redheaded men by the door.
"Hello Ron. Long time no see."
*****
The reunion of friends was pleasant, none of the anger or mistrust that Harry would have expected. Ron was quick to give him a hug and then a punch for running off. Percy had merely shaken his hand before taking a seat at the table in the centre of the room. Arthur Weasley had given him a fatherly hug and clap on the shoulder, welcoming him back home. Harry had been absolutely delighted to hear that Mr. Weasley had become Minister of Magic, a position he deserved without a doubt. But it begged the question.
"But what happened to Fudge?"
The question seemed to suck the air out of the room, deflating all the Weasley men. Ron motioned to the chairs provided, signalling all should sit down. There was a quick introduction to Willow, one that had Ron winking approvingly at his friend for a second before the seriousness of the situation took hold again.
"I would like to start with an apology to all of you," Arthur began, nodding at the girls. "Especially you girls. I'm not quite sure who gave the prompt for that action to be carried out, but I will find out. It was not supposed to happen like that. I was planning on talking to Harry once we figured out his location, I would never permit such an action to be taken."
"It's okay," Buffy mumbled. "But what exactly is going on? All we heard that Bil- uh, Harry was taken in for murder charges. That's stupid, for reason I think we all know. Bi-HARRY isn't a murderer."
Willow nodded her agreement, hand going quickly to grab her boyfriends. Harry gave her hand a gentle squeeze back before turning to Arthur once more.
"I don't think I've been proven guilty just yet," Harry speculated. "Otherwise . . ."
"You'd be in Azkaban," Percy finished for him. "And you're quite right in that assumption Harry. But the problem is, you're the prime suspect. Well, you're the only suspect."
"But in what?" Dawn interrupted. "Because you all know Harry. He doesn't kill people. That's Voldemort's job."
There was a distinct shudder in the room and Dawn looked immediately chastised.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "I forgot about that. I meant You-Know-Who."
"Who?" Buffy demanded. Willow pulled her friend close, whispering the answer in her ear. The Slayer's eyes widened and she nodded. Then she straightened, making a face.
"I never thought not reading those books would come back to bite me on the butt," the blonde moaned.
"It's quite all right dear," Arthur assured her. "And it is as Percy says, Harry is the only suspect in these murders. All seven of them, they have only one link, and that is the Boy-Who-Lived."
"Why?" Willow asked with a frown.
"Who died Mr. Weasley?" Harry prompted. The Minister of Magic took a deep breath, turning a grim face to the others in the room.
"First it was Cornelius Fudge," he revealed. "And we didn't quite know what to make of it at first. He was found dead in his home, the Killing Curse the culprit. No one thought it was you at the time. We all merely thought Fudge was the first victim of You-Know-Who. But then, the other six brought it on you."
"Who were they?" Harry asked again.
"Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, and McNair," Ron revealed. "And just two weeks ago, it was Lucius Malfoy."
"Someone killed Lucius Malfoy?" Harry repeated incredulously, sitting up straighter. Arthur nodded, looking at Harry gravely.
"And the other five people you named that night in the infirmatory. The six people you claimed were Death Eaters and tried to kill you."
"And Fudge, the man who refused to believe you, was killed first," Percy finished for his father. "People made the connection and it was decided you needed to be brought in for questioning."
"Draco's been railing for your execution," Ron put in. "He seems damn determined to see you hang for his dad's death. I have a pretty good idea who prompted the idiots here into taking you and your friends."
"But I didn't kill anyone," Harry protested. "I couldn't have done it. I've been in Sunnydale for the past year."
"He was with me," Willow added. "I can vouch for him."
"Unfortunately, there are several theories on how you could have done it," Arthur sighed. "Using magic, even though you don't even have your wand anymore. But no one really believes it Harry, they just think you're the link."
"What happens now?" Buffy asked, speaking up for the first time after a bit of silence. She had no idea who half these people were, but she could make the connection. Harry had a problem with these people, and now they were dead. People now thought he was involved, and they had to prove them wrong.
"First we get you all out of here and into some nice comfy beds," Arthur started, getting to his feet. "You look dead on your feet, all of you. I'm going to have a talk with some of the Aurors who brought you in. We'll work something out."
"Fancy a stay at the Burrow?" Ron asked Dawn, an amused glint in his eyes. Dawn let out a muffled squeak, mouth hanging open in soundless joy. Buffy just looked even more confused while Harry smiled warmly before wrapping an arm around Willow.
"We'd love it."
*****
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 Three
Buffy leapt to her feet at Dawn's breathless exclamation. She looked over the coming trio carefully, eyes lighting up at the sight of the one on the far left.
"Yummy," she whispered softly to herself. Dawn heard her, grinning as she came to stand at Buffy's side.
"Left hand," was all the teenager had to say. Buffy let her eyes wander down to the man's left hand, deflating at the band of gold there.
"Just my luck," the blonde Slayer muttered dejectedly, standing to attention when the three redheaded men stopped directly in front of them. The eldest one, in the middle, eyes lit up at the sight of them. He took off his glasses and rubbed them vigorously before placing them back on his face. As if verifying they were still there, his face broke out into a luminous smile.
"Muggles!" he declared in breathless joy. "Hello, I'm Arthur Weasley, Minister of Magic-"
"You made Minister!" Dawn interrupted with a delighted shriek. "Cool. Always liked you better than that Fudge man. You're so much more perceptive than he was."
The Minister looked a bit confused by her knowledge and delighted by her comment. Buffy however picked up on only one thing.
"You're in charge?" she asked coolly, stepping up to the man. At his nod, the blonde narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"So you would be able to explain what the fuck is going on?"
"Buffy!" Dawn screeched, appalled by her sister's language. The men seemed a bit affronted as well, but Buffy just carried on.
"I'm sorry," she apologized bitingly. "But having people break into my home and tie me up in some sort of trap to arrest one of my friends puts me in a testy mood. Now, I'm sure you're well meaning and nice people, but unless I get answers and an apology right now, I'm going to slay one of you."
"They're Harry's friends," the left man whispered to the Minister before stepping forward with an outstretched hand and an apologetic look. "We're terribly sorry about all this, but I can assure you that this did not go down on my father's orders."
"Your father?" Buffy repeated, peering over his shoulder at the Minister.
"Yeah, I'm Ron Weasley by the way," he introduced himself, startling when Dawn starting jumping and squealing in joy.
"Ron Weasley!" the teenager shrieked. "This place is too cool! I'm never leaving."
"Wanna bet?" Buffy growled at her excited sister. "Who's Ron Weasley? Sounds familiar."
"He's Bil-I mean Harry's best friend," Dawn explained with a roll of her eyes. "And that means he's here to help and not to, you know, not help."
"That was well spoken," Buffy muttered, shaking her head before turning back to the men in front of her. "I'm still not hearing any explanations. And I really hope I get one soon. It doesn't really pay to keep the Slayer waiting."
"The Slayer!" Arthur exclaimed in joy. "The Muggles' hero! Well, this day is turning out to be wonderful!"
"I'm glad for you," Buffy rolled her eyes. "But could we please move this along? I want to know what's going on."
"Of course," came the response from the last redheaded man. "Let's all move to Harry's room and we can discuss things there."
"And you are?" Buffy prompted.
"Percy Weasley," he introduced himself with an outstretched hand.
"This is so cool!" Dawn squealed again as the two shook hands. "Do the twins work here too?"
"God forbid!" Ron laughed, leading the girls to the closed door across the hall. He made to open it when Dawn and Buffy still his hand.
"You might want to knock before," Buffy suggested lightly. Ron frowned.
"Why?"
"Well, Willow and B-Harry have a tendency to get lovey-dovey," Dawn explained. "And usually without all their clothing."
"Dawn!" came the reprimand from Buffy while all three men blushed. Ron coughed loudly to clear his throat and then rapped his knuckles loudly against the door. There was a squeak of a chair being shoved backwards and then a few seconds of silence. Finally there was the hesitant reply:
"Yes?"
Ron pushed through, stepping aside to let Buffy and Dawn into the room ahead of him. The girls were quick to rush to their flustered friends. Dawn giggled at the sight of Willow trying to adjust her top discreetly. Buffy just shook her head, wagging her finger at the couple.
"You know, detainment is not the most convenient time to get it on," the Slayer giggled before reaching over to give Harry a hug. "Good to see you're all right, Bill, Harry, or whoever you may be."
Harry laughed, accepting the hug from Buffy and then from Dawn.
"Harry," he replied finally, stopping when he noticed the others in the room. A hesitant smile blossomed on his face as he rose to his feet. He stretched out a hand to the redheaded men by the door.
"Hello Ron. Long time no see."
*****
The reunion of friends was pleasant, none of the anger or mistrust that Harry would have expected. Ron was quick to give him a hug and then a punch for running off. Percy had merely shaken his hand before taking a seat at the table in the centre of the room. Arthur Weasley had given him a fatherly hug and clap on the shoulder, welcoming him back home. Harry had been absolutely delighted to hear that Mr. Weasley had become Minister of Magic, a position he deserved without a doubt. But it begged the question.
"But what happened to Fudge?"
The question seemed to suck the air out of the room, deflating all the Weasley men. Ron motioned to the chairs provided, signalling all should sit down. There was a quick introduction to Willow, one that had Ron winking approvingly at his friend for a second before the seriousness of the situation took hold again.
"I would like to start with an apology to all of you," Arthur began, nodding at the girls. "Especially you girls. I'm not quite sure who gave the prompt for that action to be carried out, but I will find out. It was not supposed to happen like that. I was planning on talking to Harry once we figured out his location, I would never permit such an action to be taken."
"It's okay," Buffy mumbled. "But what exactly is going on? All we heard that Bil- uh, Harry was taken in for murder charges. That's stupid, for reason I think we all know. Bi-HARRY isn't a murderer."
Willow nodded her agreement, hand going quickly to grab her boyfriends. Harry gave her hand a gentle squeeze back before turning to Arthur once more.
"I don't think I've been proven guilty just yet," Harry speculated. "Otherwise . . ."
"You'd be in Azkaban," Percy finished for him. "And you're quite right in that assumption Harry. But the problem is, you're the prime suspect. Well, you're the only suspect."
"But in what?" Dawn interrupted. "Because you all know Harry. He doesn't kill people. That's Voldemort's job."
There was a distinct shudder in the room and Dawn looked immediately chastised.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "I forgot about that. I meant You-Know-Who."
"Who?" Buffy demanded. Willow pulled her friend close, whispering the answer in her ear. The Slayer's eyes widened and she nodded. Then she straightened, making a face.
"I never thought not reading those books would come back to bite me on the butt," the blonde moaned.
"It's quite all right dear," Arthur assured her. "And it is as Percy says, Harry is the only suspect in these murders. All seven of them, they have only one link, and that is the Boy-Who-Lived."
"Why?" Willow asked with a frown.
"Who died Mr. Weasley?" Harry prompted. The Minister of Magic took a deep breath, turning a grim face to the others in the room.
"First it was Cornelius Fudge," he revealed. "And we didn't quite know what to make of it at first. He was found dead in his home, the Killing Curse the culprit. No one thought it was you at the time. We all merely thought Fudge was the first victim of You-Know-Who. But then, the other six brought it on you."
"Who were they?" Harry asked again.
"Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, and McNair," Ron revealed. "And just two weeks ago, it was Lucius Malfoy."
"Someone killed Lucius Malfoy?" Harry repeated incredulously, sitting up straighter. Arthur nodded, looking at Harry gravely.
"And the other five people you named that night in the infirmatory. The six people you claimed were Death Eaters and tried to kill you."
"And Fudge, the man who refused to believe you, was killed first," Percy finished for his father. "People made the connection and it was decided you needed to be brought in for questioning."
"Draco's been railing for your execution," Ron put in. "He seems damn determined to see you hang for his dad's death. I have a pretty good idea who prompted the idiots here into taking you and your friends."
"But I didn't kill anyone," Harry protested. "I couldn't have done it. I've been in Sunnydale for the past year."
"He was with me," Willow added. "I can vouch for him."
"Unfortunately, there are several theories on how you could have done it," Arthur sighed. "Using magic, even though you don't even have your wand anymore. But no one really believes it Harry, they just think you're the link."
"What happens now?" Buffy asked, speaking up for the first time after a bit of silence. She had no idea who half these people were, but she could make the connection. Harry had a problem with these people, and now they were dead. People now thought he was involved, and they had to prove them wrong.
"First we get you all out of here and into some nice comfy beds," Arthur started, getting to his feet. "You look dead on your feet, all of you. I'm going to have a talk with some of the Aurors who brought you in. We'll work something out."
"Fancy a stay at the Burrow?" Ron asked Dawn, an amused glint in his eyes. Dawn let out a muffled squeak, mouth hanging open in soundless joy. Buffy just looked even more confused while Harry smiled warmly before wrapping an arm around Willow.
"We'd love it."
*****