I'd like to thank Blinksan for being the *only* one to reveiw this pitiful story.. heh.
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Willow whirled around, and her stomach lurched.
"Hello.. Prof. Malfoy," She said, with a barely visible cringe. ((Hey, I'm making him the new DADA teacher.. lemme alone!))
"Now miss Harmon..," he said, with a touch of poison in his voice, "what are you doing up at this hour? I would expect better from a
Ravenclaw."
"Yes, well, I was..," She started, but was cut off.
"Report to your common room Harmon, you'll have detention for the remainder of the holiday," He said stifly, walking away.
Willow slumped her shoulders and stalked off to Ravenclaw common room. The remainder of the holiday.. that was only three nights,
she thought to herself. Not too bad on Malfoy's terms. She muttered the password, and entered the common room. Willow wasn't
surprised to find it empty. Yawning, she layed herself out on one of the huge cusioned sofas. Upstairs, Brenna was laying in the dorms,
drifting off to sleep.
~OoO~
What must've been hours later Willow woke up. Where am I? That was one of the millions of questions racing through the young
Ravenclaw's head. Within moments she recognized The Burrow. But why was she here?
"Hello..?," Asked Willow, her voice strained
No answer. Still confused, Willow looked around carefully. She was in the kitchen, but things seemed lifeless. If she didn't know
better, it could've been any old muggle kitchen. Shrugging, Willow walked outside, toward the sounds of voices. Her confusement
must've tripled at the sight before her.
Mrs. Weasly was looking quite glum indeed, and everyone was dressed with dark colors. When Willow looked closer, she could see
Mrs. Weasly wasn't the only one looking depressed. The face that stood out most was Ron's. Tears rimmed his eyes, but it was
obvious to Williow that he was trying to be strong. Very slowly, she approached Ron.
"Ron, Ron what's wrong?," She asked, somewhat timidly.
Nothing. Was Ron ignoring her?
"Ron, what's happened?," She asked, a bit louder.
Still no reply. Willow began to get frusterated. She reached out for Ron's arm, trying to get his attention. To her amazement, her arm
passed through him. Stumbling, she faced Ron, still confused. Sighing, she looked around her. Even the faces of Fred and George
were solemn. Willow focused her gaze on a raven-black casket, opened. Her curiosity grew, and she made her way to the
final bed of some poor soul.
Willow peered over the edge, and she almost felt her heart stop. The dark haired Ravenclaw let out a scream, though no one could
hear her.
~*~
Willow whirled around, and her stomach lurched.
"Hello.. Prof. Malfoy," She said, with a barely visible cringe. ((Hey, I'm making him the new DADA teacher.. lemme alone!))
"Now miss Harmon..," he said, with a touch of poison in his voice, "what are you doing up at this hour? I would expect better from a
Ravenclaw."
"Yes, well, I was..," She started, but was cut off.
"Report to your common room Harmon, you'll have detention for the remainder of the holiday," He said stifly, walking away.
Willow slumped her shoulders and stalked off to Ravenclaw common room. The remainder of the holiday.. that was only three nights,
she thought to herself. Not too bad on Malfoy's terms. She muttered the password, and entered the common room. Willow wasn't
surprised to find it empty. Yawning, she layed herself out on one of the huge cusioned sofas. Upstairs, Brenna was laying in the dorms,
drifting off to sleep.
~OoO~
What must've been hours later Willow woke up. Where am I? That was one of the millions of questions racing through the young
Ravenclaw's head. Within moments she recognized The Burrow. But why was she here?
"Hello..?," Asked Willow, her voice strained
No answer. Still confused, Willow looked around carefully. She was in the kitchen, but things seemed lifeless. If she didn't know
better, it could've been any old muggle kitchen. Shrugging, Willow walked outside, toward the sounds of voices. Her confusement
must've tripled at the sight before her.
Mrs. Weasly was looking quite glum indeed, and everyone was dressed with dark colors. When Willow looked closer, she could see
Mrs. Weasly wasn't the only one looking depressed. The face that stood out most was Ron's. Tears rimmed his eyes, but it was
obvious to Williow that he was trying to be strong. Very slowly, she approached Ron.
"Ron, Ron what's wrong?," She asked, somewhat timidly.
Nothing. Was Ron ignoring her?
"Ron, what's happened?," She asked, a bit louder.
Still no reply. Willow began to get frusterated. She reached out for Ron's arm, trying to get his attention. To her amazement, her arm
passed through him. Stumbling, she faced Ron, still confused. Sighing, she looked around her. Even the faces of Fred and George
were solemn. Willow focused her gaze on a raven-black casket, opened. Her curiosity grew, and she made her way to the
final bed of some poor soul.
Willow peered over the edge, and she almost felt her heart stop. The dark haired Ravenclaw let out a scream, though no one could
hear her.