Shades of a Relationship
Part 1: Friendship
Chapter 1
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. And Willow Rosenburg is the property of Joss Whedon. Summary: It's amazing the things that friendship can achieve. Sweet little Willow/Harry friendship fic. Pairing: Willow/Harry (friendship) Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth. Any one else, just e- mail me the link. Author's Note: This is just a little one shot a wrote several months ago. The feedback inspired me to write a sequel and now I'm hit with the ideas that can make it a series. ~
Beautiful summer sunlight filled the street of Privet Drive. Birds were chirping, children were laughing and people's moods were generally happy. Of course, that doesn't mean that everyone was happy. Two children, in fact, strike out as being particularly unhappy.
On the back lawn of number 4 Privet Drive, a nine-year-old Harry Potter moved about, sulkily weeding the gardens surrounding the house. He was doing it quite vigorously actually, letting his anger out by viciously yanking at the weeds. He had been banished from the house for something he honestly couldn't have had anything to do with. I mean, how was it possible for a nine-year-old boy to be responsible for his aunt losing all her hair overnight?
"Stupid Dursleys. Blame me for everything, they do." The young boy was muttering testily to himself, "Just blame Harry. Why not? Not like he has feelings or anything."
"Why are you talking to yourself?" came a soft, inquisitive voice that sounded slightly wrong to the black haired boy. Harry looked up sharply. He looked around quickly but couldn't find the source of the voice anywhere. "Over here," the voice hinted finally, "at the fence."
Sure enough, when young Harry's bright green eyes turned to the fence, he was met with a similar pair from the other side. The little girl looked to be about his age. She was a tiny thing, with elfish features and bright red hair.
"Who're you?" Harry asked, wondering whom the strange girl was. She couldn't be from school, nobody from school dared talk to him lest they wish to deal with Dudley and his little band of bullies.
"Willow Rosenburg," came the light voiced reply, "I'm visiting from California, my Grandmother lives here." Now Harry realized what he had found weird about her voice, she had an odd accent.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked him curiously, jolting Harry from his thoughts about how nice the girls voice sounded. He looked at her, confused.
"Why shouldn't I be doing this?" was his answer. It may seem sarcastic to read, but Harry simply wanted to know what else she thought he should be doing.
"Well, why aren't you playing, like all the other kids," was the question sent in return. Willow honestly didn't get why this strange boy was weeding the lawn when he could be playing with his friends. She knew she would much rather be playing with Xander and Jesse or reading than doing work like this.
"Don't have anybody to play with," came the sad reply from the black haired, green-eyed boy. Didn't have anyone to play with? That would be so sad. I mean, Willow didn't have that many friends, but she at least had Jesse and Xander.
"You can play with me," she told him sweetly with barely a moment's hesitation. Willow scrambled quickly over the small fence separating the yards. She ran over to the small boy with broken glasses and smiled as he looked up at her with wide eyes. "I'll be your friend, for the summer."
Harry stood thoughtfully, looking at the strange red-haired girl offering her friendship so easily to him. Nobody had ever done that before. "I'd like that, I'd like that very much."
An enormous smile lit up her face. "Good!" was her happy exclamation. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. After the quick peck, the redhead grabbed the flabbergasted boys hand and pulled him along on some game or the other.
That summer, two nine-year olds formed an unbreakable bond and even though when the summer came to an end Willow Rosenburg returned to Sunnydale, California, the two would never forget each other. Harry Potter faced the new school year with a new attitude, believing that he could go on, because somebody cared about him. It's amazing what a simple declaration of friendship can achieve.
~
So, anybody remember this? I hope you guys will be interested in the series I've turned it into.
~Kamikazee
Part 1: Friendship
Chapter 1
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. And Willow Rosenburg is the property of Joss Whedon. Summary: It's amazing the things that friendship can achieve. Sweet little Willow/Harry friendship fic. Pairing: Willow/Harry (friendship) Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth. Any one else, just e- mail me the link. Author's Note: This is just a little one shot a wrote several months ago. The feedback inspired me to write a sequel and now I'm hit with the ideas that can make it a series. ~
Beautiful summer sunlight filled the street of Privet Drive. Birds were chirping, children were laughing and people's moods were generally happy. Of course, that doesn't mean that everyone was happy. Two children, in fact, strike out as being particularly unhappy.
On the back lawn of number 4 Privet Drive, a nine-year-old Harry Potter moved about, sulkily weeding the gardens surrounding the house. He was doing it quite vigorously actually, letting his anger out by viciously yanking at the weeds. He had been banished from the house for something he honestly couldn't have had anything to do with. I mean, how was it possible for a nine-year-old boy to be responsible for his aunt losing all her hair overnight?
"Stupid Dursleys. Blame me for everything, they do." The young boy was muttering testily to himself, "Just blame Harry. Why not? Not like he has feelings or anything."
"Why are you talking to yourself?" came a soft, inquisitive voice that sounded slightly wrong to the black haired boy. Harry looked up sharply. He looked around quickly but couldn't find the source of the voice anywhere. "Over here," the voice hinted finally, "at the fence."
Sure enough, when young Harry's bright green eyes turned to the fence, he was met with a similar pair from the other side. The little girl looked to be about his age. She was a tiny thing, with elfish features and bright red hair.
"Who're you?" Harry asked, wondering whom the strange girl was. She couldn't be from school, nobody from school dared talk to him lest they wish to deal with Dudley and his little band of bullies.
"Willow Rosenburg," came the light voiced reply, "I'm visiting from California, my Grandmother lives here." Now Harry realized what he had found weird about her voice, she had an odd accent.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked him curiously, jolting Harry from his thoughts about how nice the girls voice sounded. He looked at her, confused.
"Why shouldn't I be doing this?" was his answer. It may seem sarcastic to read, but Harry simply wanted to know what else she thought he should be doing.
"Well, why aren't you playing, like all the other kids," was the question sent in return. Willow honestly didn't get why this strange boy was weeding the lawn when he could be playing with his friends. She knew she would much rather be playing with Xander and Jesse or reading than doing work like this.
"Don't have anybody to play with," came the sad reply from the black haired, green-eyed boy. Didn't have anyone to play with? That would be so sad. I mean, Willow didn't have that many friends, but she at least had Jesse and Xander.
"You can play with me," she told him sweetly with barely a moment's hesitation. Willow scrambled quickly over the small fence separating the yards. She ran over to the small boy with broken glasses and smiled as he looked up at her with wide eyes. "I'll be your friend, for the summer."
Harry stood thoughtfully, looking at the strange red-haired girl offering her friendship so easily to him. Nobody had ever done that before. "I'd like that, I'd like that very much."
An enormous smile lit up her face. "Good!" was her happy exclamation. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. After the quick peck, the redhead grabbed the flabbergasted boys hand and pulled him along on some game or the other.
That summer, two nine-year olds formed an unbreakable bond and even though when the summer came to an end Willow Rosenburg returned to Sunnydale, California, the two would never forget each other. Harry Potter faced the new school year with a new attitude, believing that he could go on, because somebody cared about him. It's amazing what a simple declaration of friendship can achieve.
~
So, anybody remember this? I hope you guys will be interested in the series I've turned it into.
~Kamikazee