Title: The Lost Potter
Author name: Issy Snape
Author email: bluejean83@yahoo.com
Category: Crossover
Rating: G will go up
Summary: Willow is 22 and just out of college. She finds out a secret about her birth. Harry is in his 5th year. Willow was never gay. She did lose control of her magic but with Giles and her friends help she is able to control her magic DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Any additional characters/situations from Buffy the Vampire Slayer fall into the same set of constraints as those of Harry Potter. They all belong to their respective owners and I simply use them.
Willow wiped the tear from her eye. Her adopted mother loved her. She may be out there, just waiting for Willow to go to her. A feeling of need rushed through her. She needed to find her family. She picked the necklace up and put it around her neck. Warmth spread from her chest where the necklace rested. It was almost like someone giving her a warm hug. She gathered the necklace and letter and went upstairs to the office. She got on the internet and started searching for her lost family.
Willow was so frustrated. She could not find Lily Evans or James Potter anywhere. She had used all of her research resources. As far as she knew, they had never existed. It had to be the other world her birth mother, Lily, had mentioned. She gazed at the letter lying next to the laptop. Suddenly she got an idea. She punched in Petunia and Vernon Dursley. Within minutes, Willow found what she was looking for. "Yes!" Willow jumped up and did a little dance. She quickly wrote down the address of her Aunt Petunia. She compared the address to the map. She was stunned to see that her Aunt lived only a few blocks away. Willow looked at the clock. Time to call California.
"So, you found your aunt. That's great Willow! I am so happy for you." Buffy said over the phone.
"Has anything been happening while I was away?" Willow asked Buffy. She missed her friends so much, but over the last years. Buffy and she had drifted apart. They were still best friends. It was just that Buffy was more focused on slayer duties, now that Dawn was in college. Buffy was the oldest living slayer ever. She was thinking of retiring soon. They young girl that took Faith's place when she died in prison, was doing well.
"The usual. Few demons, few vamps, couple of crazy ghost. We missed you. You would have loved one of the ghost. It was a thirteenth century witch that was burned at the stake, alive." Buffy said excitedly.
"Man, I sorry I missed that. Sounds like fun. I like it here in England. I don't know. The feeling of not having to worry about hellmouthy things is wonderful. It was all starting to be a strain on me. I might just move here. What do you think?" Willow ask nervously.
"Wills, you know I will miss you, but if you want to live there, I understand. It is hard staying alive on a Hellmouth. I will miss you, but I will visit. Now that I have a rich best friend that will love to loan me the money for a plane ticket." Buffy laughed at the other end of the phone. Soon they ended the phone conversation. Willow went to her room and lain down. Tomorrow she would go and meet some of her family.
***Four Privet Drive***
"Boy! Get down here now!" Uncle Vernon's loud voice reached Harry's small room upstairs. Now what? Thought Harry as he rose from his small twin bed. Harry had not been sleeping well since he had been back to Privet Drive the week before. He had been blaming himself for Cedric's death.
Harry pulled on an oversized jumper and baggy secondhand jeans. I hope I am not in trouble again. Harry thought. He rushed down the stairs.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon? Harry asked his fuming uncle.
"I want you to rake all the leaves in the yard, and stay out of Petunia's way while I am gone. I don't want you dirtying up the place after Petunia has spent so long cleaning. I have very important people coming over tonight. I want everything to be perfect. Poor Dudley has to be fitted for his new tux. He has lost so much weight that his old ones don't fit him anymore. Dudley is such a obedient boy." Vernon said snidely to Harry, daring Harry to contradict him.
"Alright Uncle Vernon. Whatever you want." Harry grabbed the rake from Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon turned sharply and walked to the car. Dudley sneered at Harry and quickly followed his father. Harry watched as they drove off.
After working for an hour in the hot sun. Harry's mouth was parched and he decided to brave his aunt's wraith and venture into the kitchen in search for something cool to drink. As he approached the back door, he heard the front doorbell ring. He smiled as he watched his aunt leave the room. He quickly opened the door and walked inside, leaving his dirty shoes behind. He made himself a glass of juice and went to see who had came. He watched his aunt open the door to a pretty young woman with hair that would rival a Weasley.
"Hello, I am looking for Petunia Dursley. Is she here?" The young woman asked Harry's aunt. When Aunt Petunia told her that she was the one the woman wanted and asked her inside. The young woman told his aunt that her name was Willow. The she said, " I am sorry to bother you, but I am looking for your sister. Lily Evans? Or it may be Potter now?" Harry was shocked at Willow's words.
"Well young lady, you are about fourteen years too late. My sister and her no good husband were blown up!" Aunt Petunia said angrily. "I don't ever want to talk about her again. It is bad enough I have to put up with her brat. I will thank you to go now!" Aunt Petunia said, leading Willow to the door. "Wait!" Willow said to his aunt. "She had another child?"
"What do you mean, another child?" Aunt Petunia asked suspiciously to Willow.
"Well you see. I just recently found out that she was my mother. She gave birth to me when she was fifteen. My adopted parents have died a few weeks ago, and now I am looking for my birth family. Are you telling me I have a little brother or sister?" Willow asked hopefully.
"I always knew her mistake would come back to haunt me." Petunia said snidely to her niece. "Well if you have come for money, you will get non here. You look old enough to take care of yourself. As soon as your brother is old enough I will be through with him. I can't wait until he leaves us, just so I don't have any more memories of his mother, the freak!" Petunia hotly told the young woman who she now recognized to have a striking resemblance to her deceased sister.
"Well if you feel so strongly about that. Why don't I just take him. I will provide for him, and you will never hear anything from either of us again. We wouldn't want to put you out any more than you already are? Willow furiously told her aunt.
"Why should I just give Harry to you. I have know proof that you are who you say you are. Besides, he is so good and working for his board. I would be severely put out if I had to pay to have someone to do his work." Petunia told Willow slyly. Willow gave her a letter. Harry saw his aunt read it then said, "All this proves is that you are who you say you are. Why should I give him to you?"
"Well, for one, you won't have him in your way anymore. I will make out some papers on my laptop for you to sign and you will be rid of both of us. Second, If you do agree to let me have guardianship of Harry. I will pay you two thousand pound, to make up for all your troubles he gave you in the past. What do you say.Aunt Petunia?'
"I say you have a deal. Harry!" Petunia shrilled, "Come and meet your sister."
"This Willow is extremely fast on her laptop." Harry thought. In no time at all, she had the documents created, printed out, and signed by Petunia. In a matter of minutes, Harry had his bags backed and they were on their way.
Petunia could not believe her good fortune. Not only was she rid of Lily's brats, she had two thousand pounds to spend on Dudlykins. Just as she began to plan what to by with her knew found wealth, Vernon and Dudley drove up. Vernon walked in, talking about newspaper article. "See Dudley, this why you need to read the newspaper. It says here that an American heiress is coming to London to search for her lost family. Imagine a dumb tourist coming to find a bunch of bloody relations. What fun you can have with her this Willow Rosenberg, I would love to play a happy relative for her money." As these words left his mouth, Vernon heard a loud gasp and the breaking of a plate. He turned to his wife, "Petunia, dear! Is something the matter with you?"
"Vernon, darling, I have some painful news. The good news is that we just got rid of Harry. His sister came to get him." Petunia said tearfully.
"That is great news. Nothing I see to cry about." Vernon told he wife puzzled
"The bad news is that she was heiress, and I agreed to never contact her again for any other money than the two thousand measly pounds she gave us!" Petunia wailed.
And far away, in his office at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore put down the parchment, he just received from Harry's tired owl Hedwig, and smiled.
Author name: Issy Snape
Author email: bluejean83@yahoo.com
Category: Crossover
Rating: G will go up
Summary: Willow is 22 and just out of college. She finds out a secret about her birth. Harry is in his 5th year. Willow was never gay. She did lose control of her magic but with Giles and her friends help she is able to control her magic DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Any additional characters/situations from Buffy the Vampire Slayer fall into the same set of constraints as those of Harry Potter. They all belong to their respective owners and I simply use them.
Willow wiped the tear from her eye. Her adopted mother loved her. She may be out there, just waiting for Willow to go to her. A feeling of need rushed through her. She needed to find her family. She picked the necklace up and put it around her neck. Warmth spread from her chest where the necklace rested. It was almost like someone giving her a warm hug. She gathered the necklace and letter and went upstairs to the office. She got on the internet and started searching for her lost family.
Willow was so frustrated. She could not find Lily Evans or James Potter anywhere. She had used all of her research resources. As far as she knew, they had never existed. It had to be the other world her birth mother, Lily, had mentioned. She gazed at the letter lying next to the laptop. Suddenly she got an idea. She punched in Petunia and Vernon Dursley. Within minutes, Willow found what she was looking for. "Yes!" Willow jumped up and did a little dance. She quickly wrote down the address of her Aunt Petunia. She compared the address to the map. She was stunned to see that her Aunt lived only a few blocks away. Willow looked at the clock. Time to call California.
"So, you found your aunt. That's great Willow! I am so happy for you." Buffy said over the phone.
"Has anything been happening while I was away?" Willow asked Buffy. She missed her friends so much, but over the last years. Buffy and she had drifted apart. They were still best friends. It was just that Buffy was more focused on slayer duties, now that Dawn was in college. Buffy was the oldest living slayer ever. She was thinking of retiring soon. They young girl that took Faith's place when she died in prison, was doing well.
"The usual. Few demons, few vamps, couple of crazy ghost. We missed you. You would have loved one of the ghost. It was a thirteenth century witch that was burned at the stake, alive." Buffy said excitedly.
"Man, I sorry I missed that. Sounds like fun. I like it here in England. I don't know. The feeling of not having to worry about hellmouthy things is wonderful. It was all starting to be a strain on me. I might just move here. What do you think?" Willow ask nervously.
"Wills, you know I will miss you, but if you want to live there, I understand. It is hard staying alive on a Hellmouth. I will miss you, but I will visit. Now that I have a rich best friend that will love to loan me the money for a plane ticket." Buffy laughed at the other end of the phone. Soon they ended the phone conversation. Willow went to her room and lain down. Tomorrow she would go and meet some of her family.
***Four Privet Drive***
"Boy! Get down here now!" Uncle Vernon's loud voice reached Harry's small room upstairs. Now what? Thought Harry as he rose from his small twin bed. Harry had not been sleeping well since he had been back to Privet Drive the week before. He had been blaming himself for Cedric's death.
Harry pulled on an oversized jumper and baggy secondhand jeans. I hope I am not in trouble again. Harry thought. He rushed down the stairs.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon? Harry asked his fuming uncle.
"I want you to rake all the leaves in the yard, and stay out of Petunia's way while I am gone. I don't want you dirtying up the place after Petunia has spent so long cleaning. I have very important people coming over tonight. I want everything to be perfect. Poor Dudley has to be fitted for his new tux. He has lost so much weight that his old ones don't fit him anymore. Dudley is such a obedient boy." Vernon said snidely to Harry, daring Harry to contradict him.
"Alright Uncle Vernon. Whatever you want." Harry grabbed the rake from Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon turned sharply and walked to the car. Dudley sneered at Harry and quickly followed his father. Harry watched as they drove off.
After working for an hour in the hot sun. Harry's mouth was parched and he decided to brave his aunt's wraith and venture into the kitchen in search for something cool to drink. As he approached the back door, he heard the front doorbell ring. He smiled as he watched his aunt leave the room. He quickly opened the door and walked inside, leaving his dirty shoes behind. He made himself a glass of juice and went to see who had came. He watched his aunt open the door to a pretty young woman with hair that would rival a Weasley.
"Hello, I am looking for Petunia Dursley. Is she here?" The young woman asked Harry's aunt. When Aunt Petunia told her that she was the one the woman wanted and asked her inside. The young woman told his aunt that her name was Willow. The she said, " I am sorry to bother you, but I am looking for your sister. Lily Evans? Or it may be Potter now?" Harry was shocked at Willow's words.
"Well young lady, you are about fourteen years too late. My sister and her no good husband were blown up!" Aunt Petunia said angrily. "I don't ever want to talk about her again. It is bad enough I have to put up with her brat. I will thank you to go now!" Aunt Petunia said, leading Willow to the door. "Wait!" Willow said to his aunt. "She had another child?"
"What do you mean, another child?" Aunt Petunia asked suspiciously to Willow.
"Well you see. I just recently found out that she was my mother. She gave birth to me when she was fifteen. My adopted parents have died a few weeks ago, and now I am looking for my birth family. Are you telling me I have a little brother or sister?" Willow asked hopefully.
"I always knew her mistake would come back to haunt me." Petunia said snidely to her niece. "Well if you have come for money, you will get non here. You look old enough to take care of yourself. As soon as your brother is old enough I will be through with him. I can't wait until he leaves us, just so I don't have any more memories of his mother, the freak!" Petunia hotly told the young woman who she now recognized to have a striking resemblance to her deceased sister.
"Well if you feel so strongly about that. Why don't I just take him. I will provide for him, and you will never hear anything from either of us again. We wouldn't want to put you out any more than you already are? Willow furiously told her aunt.
"Why should I just give Harry to you. I have know proof that you are who you say you are. Besides, he is so good and working for his board. I would be severely put out if I had to pay to have someone to do his work." Petunia told Willow slyly. Willow gave her a letter. Harry saw his aunt read it then said, "All this proves is that you are who you say you are. Why should I give him to you?"
"Well, for one, you won't have him in your way anymore. I will make out some papers on my laptop for you to sign and you will be rid of both of us. Second, If you do agree to let me have guardianship of Harry. I will pay you two thousand pound, to make up for all your troubles he gave you in the past. What do you say.Aunt Petunia?'
"I say you have a deal. Harry!" Petunia shrilled, "Come and meet your sister."
"This Willow is extremely fast on her laptop." Harry thought. In no time at all, she had the documents created, printed out, and signed by Petunia. In a matter of minutes, Harry had his bags backed and they were on their way.
Petunia could not believe her good fortune. Not only was she rid of Lily's brats, she had two thousand pounds to spend on Dudlykins. Just as she began to plan what to by with her knew found wealth, Vernon and Dudley drove up. Vernon walked in, talking about newspaper article. "See Dudley, this why you need to read the newspaper. It says here that an American heiress is coming to London to search for her lost family. Imagine a dumb tourist coming to find a bunch of bloody relations. What fun you can have with her this Willow Rosenberg, I would love to play a happy relative for her money." As these words left his mouth, Vernon heard a loud gasp and the breaking of a plate. He turned to his wife, "Petunia, dear! Is something the matter with you?"
"Vernon, darling, I have some painful news. The good news is that we just got rid of Harry. His sister came to get him." Petunia said tearfully.
"That is great news. Nothing I see to cry about." Vernon told he wife puzzled
"The bad news is that she was heiress, and I agreed to never contact her again for any other money than the two thousand measly pounds she gave us!" Petunia wailed.
And far away, in his office at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore put down the parchment, he just received from Harry's tired owl Hedwig, and smiled.