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 Four
"What does that do?"
Ron looked up, giving Dawn a little smile before returning his attention to Harry's wrist.
"It's a locating charm," the redhaired Wizard replied. "One of the conditions of getting Harry out of here was that he would have to wear one. It confines him strictly to the Burrow."
"Like a tracking device?" Dawn asked, peering closely at the band on Harry's wrist. The dark-haired boy smiled, taking his hand back from Ron and rubbing absently at his arm.
"Exactly," he affirmed, reaching out to ruffle the teenager's hair. "You're awfully curious about everything aren't you?"
Dawn shrugged, a small smile to her lips as she looked around her.
"This place is so cool," she laughed, watching in interest as a group of Ministry workers swept by in their robes. "I mean, reading about it was interesting enough, but this is just unbelievable! I swear to God, I am never leaving. Well, except maybe this place. I've seen enough of it to last me a long while. But as for the rest it, never leaving."
"Talk to your sister about that?" Ron needled her. Dawn stilled, frowning at the thought of Buffy.
"Well, I suppose I have to eventually go home," she conceded. "But then, I'd be right back when I'm eighteen. This is all way too cool!"
Harry laughed at her enthusiasm, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he herded her to the where Buffy stood talking to Arthur. Ron was right on their heels.
"Hey," Dawn ran up to her sister. "Can we go now? I want to go to the Burrow."
"Where's Willow?" Harry asked at the same time, eyes flitting down the hallway to locate his girlfriend.
"She went to the ladies room," Arthur answered him. Buffy nodded, turning to answer Dawn's question.
"We're waiting for Giles," Buffy rolled her eyes at her sister. "And then we can go. He's on his way here."
"You said that ages ago," her sister pouted. "I'm tired and kind of hungry. No offence, but I would die happy if I never had to see this particular place again."
Arthur smiled warmly at the girl.
"I understand," the Minister assured her. "This has been quite the ordeal for all of you. Still trying to find out exactly what happened-"
"It was Malfoy," Ron cut in with an angry tone. "We know it was Dad. Bloody git has been causing a ruckus for weeks."
"We have no proof Draco did anything," Arthur reminded his son sharply. "And I would like for you to have some respect for the fact the man lost his father just a short while ago-"
"Big loss that was," Ron muttered under his breath. Dawn watched apprehensively as Arthur's face went stone still, set in the universally- known "Dad" face.
"Ronald Weasley," he started off, tone very cold. "I understand you have had some problems with the Malfoys. I have had some of my own, but I never want to hear you say something like that again. Death is not something to celebrate, you have to have consideration for others."
"I'm sure he didn't mean it-"
"No, I did," Ron cut Harry off. "But I understand why Dad's so mad. And I'm sorry, but I'm not going back on what I said. Malfoy was the cause for this."
"And when we prove it, I'll have words with the man," Arthur finished for his son. "But until then, please keep those kinds of comments to yourself. I won't have this whole mess turning into a Salem witch hunt. I need proof and evidence, not hearsay and feelings. That's the law son."
"And a great law it is," Buffy interjected, not looking all that affected by the brief spat between father and son. "And I'd hate to interrupt, but that's Giles right there."
The group turned, Harry recognizing the distinguished older man making his way towards them. He had met Giles on more than one occasion, and liked him immediately. Giles was very brilliant and very important to his friends. Willow thought of him as a father, and was always prepared to point that out. The Watcher was very important to his redhead, and therefore, important to Harry.
He just hoped the man didn't hate him now or anything. Though he wouldn't be too surprised if he did. After all, this whole mess was Harry's fault, result of the lies he had been telling all of them for a year now. He knew Xander would have words for him, possibly a good punch as well, but he didn't quite know what to expect from Giles.
As the man neared, Buffy took off into a run. She met the man halfway, giving him a rib-crushing hug. Harry bit back a laugh when Giles went slightly limp after Buffy released him, offering his former Slayer a wane smile. Dawn followed suit, giving the man a more gentle hug in greeting.
"Shall we go introduce ourselves?" Ron whispered in his ear. Harry nodded, making to move forward before stopping himself suddenly. He took a good look around, frowning quite a bit.
"Shouldn't Willow have been back by now?" he mused. Both Weasleys stopped, Arthur craning his neck to look down the hallway.
"She has been gone for quite a bit," the older man mumbled. Harry nodded, not liking the swell of fear he was fearing at this moment. He tugged on Ron's sleeve, motioning him to follow.
"Let's go find my girlfriend."
*****
Willow splashed some more cold water on her face, reaching for a paper towel blindly. Grabbing one, she rubbed the water off her face, drying herself before turning back to the bathroom mirror. The redhead sighed at her reflection. She looked dead on her feet.
It had been almost twenty-four hours since the last time she had gotten any rest, and that was catching up to her now. Her face was drawn, paler than usual, and her eyes listless. The redhead was so tired, she could have crawled up on the bathroom floor and fell asleep.
But that was not going to happen. She was going to the Burrow with her friends and Harry. The Burrow, where the Weasleys lived, the only real kind of family Harry acknowledged as having. Funny, a year into their relationship and she was going to meet his family for the very first time.
And she looked like crap. She was probably worrying for no reason, but her stomach was rumbling nonetheless. It was like going home to meet his parents. The very first time she would meet the other important people in his life, and she was nervous as hell. What if they didn't like her? What if they saw the Dark Arts in her and just rejected her? What if they told Harry that? What if he left her because they hated her? What if-
"Cut it out," she rasped at her reflection. "That kind of thinking isn't going to help. I just have to calm down and be myself. Harry loves me, he's not leaving me. And these people are friendly and nice, no reason to worry."
She nodded at herself, frowning when she took a good look at her face. The redhead growled, reaching for the purse she had somehow managed to hold on to before she was dragged here. Hastily, she dumped makeup and her little comb onto the sink counter. It wouldn't hurt to make herself presentable, would it?
She shrugged, taking the comb and running it through her thoroughly tousled hair. There were a few knots, easily dealt with, and her red hair fell easily past her shoulders, looking much more attractive than before.
She snaked out a hand to her makeup, hurriedly applying a bit of blush and and eye shadow to her skin. At least she didn't look so pale anymore. She didn't actually have any lipstick, but her lip gloss would do for the moment.
Five minutes later, she looked a hell of a lot more decent that before. Happy with her transformation, the redhead scooped all her things back into her purse, and made her way out of the bathroom.
She was humming by the time she hit the hallway, smiling brightly at the moving pictures on the wall. She honestly did not think she was ever going to get enough of those. They were just so neat!
She stopped at one of Arthur Weasley, smiling as the man waved to her from the frame. She giggled, giving a bit of a wave back. She was confused when she saw the sunny grin fade from Arthur's face, a bit of a dark look coming to his eyes. She frowned, noticing he wasn't looking at her, but rather behind her.
Confused, the redhead turned. And then gasped.
There stood one of the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes on. Tall, matching every bit of Harry's 6 feet, with a lean build she could see even with his robes on. Blonde hair, white it was so damn light, thrown over silver eyes. A smirk, devilish in demeanour, greeted her. Gorgeous chiseled features, enough to make any girl melt.
But she wasn't about ready to do that. Her mind starting whirling immediately, her look of surprise turning into one of suspicion.
"You're Draco Malfoy."
It wasn't a question, more of a statement. The fact she seemed to know him off sight seemed to please him, causing his smirk to widen.
"Yes," he replied, stalking a bit closer to her. There was no other word for it. He was stalking, eyes taking in every little movement or twitch on her part. Willow couldn't help but feel a fleeting panic, unconsciously backing up into the wall as the man approached.
Soon he stood right in front of her, towering over her small frame.
Her green eyes went nervously up and down the hallway, cursing mentally when she found it to be deserted. The man in front of her radiated menace and devious intent. She didn't like the way he was
looking down at her, smirking ever so slightly.
"And you must be Willow," he continued to speak, his voice a light murmur meant to cause her shivers. She watched with wide eyes as he extended a hand, reaching out to brush some hair away from her face.
"Every bit as lovely as they told me," he murmured to himself. That broke her out of her shock. She frowned, folding her arms across her chest and glaring defiantly up at the man in her personal space.
"Who's they?" she demanded. To her annoyance, he only laughed at her question.
"Your eyes light up when you get angry," he revealed to her. "Such a fiesty little witch-"
"What do you want?" Willow demanded, dodging another attempt of his to touch her hair. He retracted his hand, face going dangerously still.
"Your boyfriend killed my father," he told her. Willow glared at him.
"That's bullshit," she retorted. "Harry didn't kill anybody."
"And how would you know?" he asked in reply. "Until a day ago, you thought he was William Prongs. So trusting of a man who lied to you so long."
"He had his reasons," she snapped. "And I have mine. Now, is there anything in particular that you want? Because this conversation is getting kind of boring."
"Such fire," he laughed, snaking a hand out quicky to grab her by the chin. Willow gave a squeak, struggling a bit before he leaned down into her face. His stormy silver eyes looked down at her, scaring her with their absolute fury.
"Potter's going to pay," he told her firmly. "Maybe you should realize that and get yourself away from him. I would hate to see such a pretty thing like you get caught up in the crossfire."
"Why is that?" she demanded, still straining to get out of his grasp. He only smiled, letting go of her chin and trailing a hand down her cheek.
"Let's just say I have a soft spot for gorgeous little dark princesses like yourself," he murmured. "I can feel it in you my darling girl. It's intoxicating."
Willow slapped his hand away, eyes taking on a deadly glare as she stared him down.
"Don't touch me," she warned him. He only smirked at her again.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll be forced to beat you to a bloody pulp."
The voice, coming from just down the hallway, caused her to sigh in relief. She gave Draco a smirk of her own before slipping past him to run to Harry's side. She grabbed at his hand, latching onto his arm and glaring at Draco over his shoulder.
Harry squeezed her hand back, giving her a bit of a smile before he turned his eyes back to Draco. A murderous look crossed over his features as he looked at his former school enemy.
Draco only chuckled dryly at his glare, sauntering down the hallway to stare Harry right in the eyes.
"She's pretty," was all he had to say.
"Stay away from my girl," Harry spat back. Draco sneered at him.
"When you go away to Azkaban, I'll make her mine," the blonde confided in him. "And you will never see her again."
"Dream on!" Willow snapped at this point. Draco shifted his eyes from Harry to her, an evil glint reflecting in those silver orbs.
"Don't be so hasty Willow," Draco informed her. "After all, there are plenty of benefits to be had being the lover of a Malfoy."
"Leave," Harry hissed, stepping right in Draco's line of vision, cutting him off from the sight of Willow. Draco smirked at Harry, before stepping back a few feet.
"I'll see you two later," he tossed over his shoulder before making his way past them down the hallway. Willow gripped Harry's hand tightly, a bit scared of the look of fury on his face. She actually thought she could hear a growl coming out of him, a sound that would have made a vampire back up.
"Harry-"
"Let's get you to the Burrow," Harry interrupted. "I do not want that man within ten feet of you."
"Well, that makes two of us," Willow huffed, following her boyfriend to rejoin their friends. Her eyes went to Draco's disappearing figure, a growl starting in her own throat.
She did not like that man.
*****
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 Four
"What does that do?"
Ron looked up, giving Dawn a little smile before returning his attention to Harry's wrist.
"It's a locating charm," the redhaired Wizard replied. "One of the conditions of getting Harry out of here was that he would have to wear one. It confines him strictly to the Burrow."
"Like a tracking device?" Dawn asked, peering closely at the band on Harry's wrist. The dark-haired boy smiled, taking his hand back from Ron and rubbing absently at his arm.
"Exactly," he affirmed, reaching out to ruffle the teenager's hair. "You're awfully curious about everything aren't you?"
Dawn shrugged, a small smile to her lips as she looked around her.
"This place is so cool," she laughed, watching in interest as a group of Ministry workers swept by in their robes. "I mean, reading about it was interesting enough, but this is just unbelievable! I swear to God, I am never leaving. Well, except maybe this place. I've seen enough of it to last me a long while. But as for the rest it, never leaving."
"Talk to your sister about that?" Ron needled her. Dawn stilled, frowning at the thought of Buffy.
"Well, I suppose I have to eventually go home," she conceded. "But then, I'd be right back when I'm eighteen. This is all way too cool!"
Harry laughed at her enthusiasm, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he herded her to the where Buffy stood talking to Arthur. Ron was right on their heels.
"Hey," Dawn ran up to her sister. "Can we go now? I want to go to the Burrow."
"Where's Willow?" Harry asked at the same time, eyes flitting down the hallway to locate his girlfriend.
"She went to the ladies room," Arthur answered him. Buffy nodded, turning to answer Dawn's question.
"We're waiting for Giles," Buffy rolled her eyes at her sister. "And then we can go. He's on his way here."
"You said that ages ago," her sister pouted. "I'm tired and kind of hungry. No offence, but I would die happy if I never had to see this particular place again."
Arthur smiled warmly at the girl.
"I understand," the Minister assured her. "This has been quite the ordeal for all of you. Still trying to find out exactly what happened-"
"It was Malfoy," Ron cut in with an angry tone. "We know it was Dad. Bloody git has been causing a ruckus for weeks."
"We have no proof Draco did anything," Arthur reminded his son sharply. "And I would like for you to have some respect for the fact the man lost his father just a short while ago-"
"Big loss that was," Ron muttered under his breath. Dawn watched apprehensively as Arthur's face went stone still, set in the universally- known "Dad" face.
"Ronald Weasley," he started off, tone very cold. "I understand you have had some problems with the Malfoys. I have had some of my own, but I never want to hear you say something like that again. Death is not something to celebrate, you have to have consideration for others."
"I'm sure he didn't mean it-"
"No, I did," Ron cut Harry off. "But I understand why Dad's so mad. And I'm sorry, but I'm not going back on what I said. Malfoy was the cause for this."
"And when we prove it, I'll have words with the man," Arthur finished for his son. "But until then, please keep those kinds of comments to yourself. I won't have this whole mess turning into a Salem witch hunt. I need proof and evidence, not hearsay and feelings. That's the law son."
"And a great law it is," Buffy interjected, not looking all that affected by the brief spat between father and son. "And I'd hate to interrupt, but that's Giles right there."
The group turned, Harry recognizing the distinguished older man making his way towards them. He had met Giles on more than one occasion, and liked him immediately. Giles was very brilliant and very important to his friends. Willow thought of him as a father, and was always prepared to point that out. The Watcher was very important to his redhead, and therefore, important to Harry.
He just hoped the man didn't hate him now or anything. Though he wouldn't be too surprised if he did. After all, this whole mess was Harry's fault, result of the lies he had been telling all of them for a year now. He knew Xander would have words for him, possibly a good punch as well, but he didn't quite know what to expect from Giles.
As the man neared, Buffy took off into a run. She met the man halfway, giving him a rib-crushing hug. Harry bit back a laugh when Giles went slightly limp after Buffy released him, offering his former Slayer a wane smile. Dawn followed suit, giving the man a more gentle hug in greeting.
"Shall we go introduce ourselves?" Ron whispered in his ear. Harry nodded, making to move forward before stopping himself suddenly. He took a good look around, frowning quite a bit.
"Shouldn't Willow have been back by now?" he mused. Both Weasleys stopped, Arthur craning his neck to look down the hallway.
"She has been gone for quite a bit," the older man mumbled. Harry nodded, not liking the swell of fear he was fearing at this moment. He tugged on Ron's sleeve, motioning him to follow.
"Let's go find my girlfriend."
*****
Willow splashed some more cold water on her face, reaching for a paper towel blindly. Grabbing one, she rubbed the water off her face, drying herself before turning back to the bathroom mirror. The redhead sighed at her reflection. She looked dead on her feet.
It had been almost twenty-four hours since the last time she had gotten any rest, and that was catching up to her now. Her face was drawn, paler than usual, and her eyes listless. The redhead was so tired, she could have crawled up on the bathroom floor and fell asleep.
But that was not going to happen. She was going to the Burrow with her friends and Harry. The Burrow, where the Weasleys lived, the only real kind of family Harry acknowledged as having. Funny, a year into their relationship and she was going to meet his family for the very first time.
And she looked like crap. She was probably worrying for no reason, but her stomach was rumbling nonetheless. It was like going home to meet his parents. The very first time she would meet the other important people in his life, and she was nervous as hell. What if they didn't like her? What if they saw the Dark Arts in her and just rejected her? What if they told Harry that? What if he left her because they hated her? What if-
"Cut it out," she rasped at her reflection. "That kind of thinking isn't going to help. I just have to calm down and be myself. Harry loves me, he's not leaving me. And these people are friendly and nice, no reason to worry."
She nodded at herself, frowning when she took a good look at her face. The redhead growled, reaching for the purse she had somehow managed to hold on to before she was dragged here. Hastily, she dumped makeup and her little comb onto the sink counter. It wouldn't hurt to make herself presentable, would it?
She shrugged, taking the comb and running it through her thoroughly tousled hair. There were a few knots, easily dealt with, and her red hair fell easily past her shoulders, looking much more attractive than before.
She snaked out a hand to her makeup, hurriedly applying a bit of blush and and eye shadow to her skin. At least she didn't look so pale anymore. She didn't actually have any lipstick, but her lip gloss would do for the moment.
Five minutes later, she looked a hell of a lot more decent that before. Happy with her transformation, the redhead scooped all her things back into her purse, and made her way out of the bathroom.
She was humming by the time she hit the hallway, smiling brightly at the moving pictures on the wall. She honestly did not think she was ever going to get enough of those. They were just so neat!
She stopped at one of Arthur Weasley, smiling as the man waved to her from the frame. She giggled, giving a bit of a wave back. She was confused when she saw the sunny grin fade from Arthur's face, a bit of a dark look coming to his eyes. She frowned, noticing he wasn't looking at her, but rather behind her.
Confused, the redhead turned. And then gasped.
There stood one of the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes on. Tall, matching every bit of Harry's 6 feet, with a lean build she could see even with his robes on. Blonde hair, white it was so damn light, thrown over silver eyes. A smirk, devilish in demeanour, greeted her. Gorgeous chiseled features, enough to make any girl melt.
But she wasn't about ready to do that. Her mind starting whirling immediately, her look of surprise turning into one of suspicion.
"You're Draco Malfoy."
It wasn't a question, more of a statement. The fact she seemed to know him off sight seemed to please him, causing his smirk to widen.
"Yes," he replied, stalking a bit closer to her. There was no other word for it. He was stalking, eyes taking in every little movement or twitch on her part. Willow couldn't help but feel a fleeting panic, unconsciously backing up into the wall as the man approached.
Soon he stood right in front of her, towering over her small frame.
Her green eyes went nervously up and down the hallway, cursing mentally when she found it to be deserted. The man in front of her radiated menace and devious intent. She didn't like the way he was
looking down at her, smirking ever so slightly.
"And you must be Willow," he continued to speak, his voice a light murmur meant to cause her shivers. She watched with wide eyes as he extended a hand, reaching out to brush some hair away from her face.
"Every bit as lovely as they told me," he murmured to himself. That broke her out of her shock. She frowned, folding her arms across her chest and glaring defiantly up at the man in her personal space.
"Who's they?" she demanded. To her annoyance, he only laughed at her question.
"Your eyes light up when you get angry," he revealed to her. "Such a fiesty little witch-"
"What do you want?" Willow demanded, dodging another attempt of his to touch her hair. He retracted his hand, face going dangerously still.
"Your boyfriend killed my father," he told her. Willow glared at him.
"That's bullshit," she retorted. "Harry didn't kill anybody."
"And how would you know?" he asked in reply. "Until a day ago, you thought he was William Prongs. So trusting of a man who lied to you so long."
"He had his reasons," she snapped. "And I have mine. Now, is there anything in particular that you want? Because this conversation is getting kind of boring."
"Such fire," he laughed, snaking a hand out quicky to grab her by the chin. Willow gave a squeak, struggling a bit before he leaned down into her face. His stormy silver eyes looked down at her, scaring her with their absolute fury.
"Potter's going to pay," he told her firmly. "Maybe you should realize that and get yourself away from him. I would hate to see such a pretty thing like you get caught up in the crossfire."
"Why is that?" she demanded, still straining to get out of his grasp. He only smiled, letting go of her chin and trailing a hand down her cheek.
"Let's just say I have a soft spot for gorgeous little dark princesses like yourself," he murmured. "I can feel it in you my darling girl. It's intoxicating."
Willow slapped his hand away, eyes taking on a deadly glare as she stared him down.
"Don't touch me," she warned him. He only smirked at her again.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll be forced to beat you to a bloody pulp."
The voice, coming from just down the hallway, caused her to sigh in relief. She gave Draco a smirk of her own before slipping past him to run to Harry's side. She grabbed at his hand, latching onto his arm and glaring at Draco over his shoulder.
Harry squeezed her hand back, giving her a bit of a smile before he turned his eyes back to Draco. A murderous look crossed over his features as he looked at his former school enemy.
Draco only chuckled dryly at his glare, sauntering down the hallway to stare Harry right in the eyes.
"She's pretty," was all he had to say.
"Stay away from my girl," Harry spat back. Draco sneered at him.
"When you go away to Azkaban, I'll make her mine," the blonde confided in him. "And you will never see her again."
"Dream on!" Willow snapped at this point. Draco shifted his eyes from Harry to her, an evil glint reflecting in those silver orbs.
"Don't be so hasty Willow," Draco informed her. "After all, there are plenty of benefits to be had being the lover of a Malfoy."
"Leave," Harry hissed, stepping right in Draco's line of vision, cutting him off from the sight of Willow. Draco smirked at Harry, before stepping back a few feet.
"I'll see you two later," he tossed over his shoulder before making his way past them down the hallway. Willow gripped Harry's hand tightly, a bit scared of the look of fury on his face. She actually thought she could hear a growl coming out of him, a sound that would have made a vampire back up.
"Harry-"
"Let's get you to the Burrow," Harry interrupted. "I do not want that man within ten feet of you."
"Well, that makes two of us," Willow huffed, following her boyfriend to rejoin their friends. Her eyes went to Draco's disappearing figure, a growl starting in her own throat.
She did not like that man.
*****