Wow, author sure is feeling creative! Stupid HP DVD, so.. interesting and crap X_x Thank you very very much to Blinky who has
been my motivation to work on this story.. ^^
~*~
Willow woke with a start. She was still on the sofa, in Ravenclaw Common Room, and she seemed to be caught in mid-scream.
What a horrid dream she'd had. She had been at The Burrow, and the Weasly's and a few other people she's recognized as
classmates were all there. It was a funeral.. her funeral.
The very though chilled Willow. Her eyes shifted toward a window, it was morning. Swiftly, she went up to the dorms to change
into fresh robes, then she hurried to join everyone for breakfast. Little did she know, she wasn't the only one who'd experienced the
dream.
Harry yawned, joining Ron and Hermione.
"Morning Harry," muttered Ron.
Too weary to speak, Harry simply nodded to the two. Since it was winter berak, the tables were no longer seperated by house,
and the trio were soon joined by Willow, who still looked quite shaken.
"Hullow Willow!," Ron said merrily, a smile crossing his face.
"Hi guys," Willow replied, her voice far off and her eyes glazed.
==--==
Soon Brenna entered the great hall, and to her surprised, she was welcomed warmly by Fred, and most of all by George.
"Oy, Brenna!," George called, his voice echoing within the vast hall.
Blinking, she made her way to where the Weasly twins were sitting. She sat down between the two, and all the whlie she was
getting the sensation that she was being studied closely by George.
==--==
"What's up Willow?," Asked Harry, before taking a long draught of pumpkin juice.
"Malfoy," stated Willow dryly.
"Malfoy.. as in Draco?," asked Hermione.
"No, Malfoy as in Professor," replied Willow, taking a bite out of a biscut before continuing, "He saw me after I left Gryffindor
Common Room, I'll be spending some quality time with him after hours for the rest of winter break," she finished, sighing.
"Man.. I'm sorry Willow," Ron said with a frown, leaning over somewhat hesitantly to kiss her on the cheek.
Willow flashed a smile at Ron, and Hermione and Harry exchanged similar glances. Ron quickly picked up that the two were
amused by the two and shyed away, nibbling on some bacon.
The same scheduel that had been going on for the past few days continued, except, at around 7:25, Willow departed from her
friends to go to Lucius Malfoy's office. Making her way slowly toward his office, she couldn't help but wonder how he'd punish her.
Sighing, she rapped lightly on his door.
"Come in," said a voice on the other side, a voice she knew only too well.
Against her better judgement, she obeyed. This was the first time she'd ever been in his office, and though she knew it was
hopeless, she prayed that it would be the last. He had odd knick knacks lying around, most looking like they'd come from one of
those odd shops in Knockturn Alley. One thing she noticed was a small chest, with seven locks, shoved off into the corner. Willow
remembered Harry describing a chest just like it, the chest that belonged to Mad-Eyed Moody.
"Now, Miss Harmon, take a seat," he said, tracing her gaze to the chest.
She nodded absentmindedly, sitting down in the seat opposite of his desk.
"You're punishment..," he began, obviously trying to have some fun with this by drawing it out, "..is that you are to be my..
personal servent."
Her jaw slack, she replied, "And.. what would that involve, Professor?"
"You'll see in time."
~OoO~
Brenna sat, staring into the fire. She had to keep telling herself to clear her mind. Finally, when she started listening to herself,
she began to scry into the dancing flames before her. A dark figure. Hidden. Something evil and forbidding surrounded this figure..
Giving up, she sighed and layed back on the couch. Soon Willow stumbled into the common room, a grim look on her face. She
couldn't begin to imagine the fun she was going to have for the rest of winter break.
been my motivation to work on this story.. ^^
~*~
Willow woke with a start. She was still on the sofa, in Ravenclaw Common Room, and she seemed to be caught in mid-scream.
What a horrid dream she'd had. She had been at The Burrow, and the Weasly's and a few other people she's recognized as
classmates were all there. It was a funeral.. her funeral.
The very though chilled Willow. Her eyes shifted toward a window, it was morning. Swiftly, she went up to the dorms to change
into fresh robes, then she hurried to join everyone for breakfast. Little did she know, she wasn't the only one who'd experienced the
dream.
Harry yawned, joining Ron and Hermione.
"Morning Harry," muttered Ron.
Too weary to speak, Harry simply nodded to the two. Since it was winter berak, the tables were no longer seperated by house,
and the trio were soon joined by Willow, who still looked quite shaken.
"Hullow Willow!," Ron said merrily, a smile crossing his face.
"Hi guys," Willow replied, her voice far off and her eyes glazed.
==--==
Soon Brenna entered the great hall, and to her surprised, she was welcomed warmly by Fred, and most of all by George.
"Oy, Brenna!," George called, his voice echoing within the vast hall.
Blinking, she made her way to where the Weasly twins were sitting. She sat down between the two, and all the whlie she was
getting the sensation that she was being studied closely by George.
==--==
"What's up Willow?," Asked Harry, before taking a long draught of pumpkin juice.
"Malfoy," stated Willow dryly.
"Malfoy.. as in Draco?," asked Hermione.
"No, Malfoy as in Professor," replied Willow, taking a bite out of a biscut before continuing, "He saw me after I left Gryffindor
Common Room, I'll be spending some quality time with him after hours for the rest of winter break," she finished, sighing.
"Man.. I'm sorry Willow," Ron said with a frown, leaning over somewhat hesitantly to kiss her on the cheek.
Willow flashed a smile at Ron, and Hermione and Harry exchanged similar glances. Ron quickly picked up that the two were
amused by the two and shyed away, nibbling on some bacon.
The same scheduel that had been going on for the past few days continued, except, at around 7:25, Willow departed from her
friends to go to Lucius Malfoy's office. Making her way slowly toward his office, she couldn't help but wonder how he'd punish her.
Sighing, she rapped lightly on his door.
"Come in," said a voice on the other side, a voice she knew only too well.
Against her better judgement, she obeyed. This was the first time she'd ever been in his office, and though she knew it was
hopeless, she prayed that it would be the last. He had odd knick knacks lying around, most looking like they'd come from one of
those odd shops in Knockturn Alley. One thing she noticed was a small chest, with seven locks, shoved off into the corner. Willow
remembered Harry describing a chest just like it, the chest that belonged to Mad-Eyed Moody.
"Now, Miss Harmon, take a seat," he said, tracing her gaze to the chest.
She nodded absentmindedly, sitting down in the seat opposite of his desk.
"You're punishment..," he began, obviously trying to have some fun with this by drawing it out, "..is that you are to be my..
personal servent."
Her jaw slack, she replied, "And.. what would that involve, Professor?"
"You'll see in time."
~OoO~
Brenna sat, staring into the fire. She had to keep telling herself to clear her mind. Finally, when she started listening to herself,
she began to scry into the dancing flames before her. A dark figure. Hidden. Something evil and forbidding surrounded this figure..
Giving up, she sighed and layed back on the couch. Soon Willow stumbled into the common room, a grim look on her face. She
couldn't begin to imagine the fun she was going to have for the rest of winter break.