Oooh a big shocker in those one folks.. *folks meaning Blinksan* I used the idea for Willow's death from the
Dragonlance Chronicles.. sorry for kind of ripping off Tas's lock picking spot!!
~*~
Willow leaned over, looking at the keyhole. She fit the bobby pin in the keyhole, twisting it this way and that
carefully. Then..
==--==
Brenna sat next to the fire with George, her head leaning against his shoulder. She smiled gaily, staring into the
dancing flames. Without thinking much, she began to scry into the flames..
==--==
Willow looked at the hand she had used to pick the lock, frowning.
"Must've pricked it on som--" She ceased talking, feeling light-headed.
Willow blinked, looking around, but soon she felt that she couldn't even move a single finger. She got the sensation
that she was falling..
Falling...
==--==
Brenna stared into the fire, and she began screaming. George looked at her frightfully.
"Whats wrong? Whats wrong? Brenna stop screaming, please, what's wrong?" He asked, his voice shaky.
"Come on. We have to see Dumbledore," She said, standing up and walking, George running to keep pace with
her.
She hurried down the corridors, not taking notice to Filch telling her and George to stop. She didn't care that she
was out after-hours. She walked to the sculpture of the griffon, leading to the stairway.
"Lemon Drops! Nerds! Mars Bars! Snickers! Reeses!!!" She said, and though she wasn't sure which, one of the
candies had caused the griffon to leap out of her way.
Brenna hurried up the stairs, George at her heels, a look of utter confusement on his face.
"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore!" She said, looking around franticly, "Please, be here!"
Professor Dumbledore approached, his aged face seemingly unconcerned.
"What is the emergency.. Miss _, Mr Weasly?" He asked, his voice low and raspy as always.
"Its Prof Malfoy, no, no, its Willow! Professor you have to come and see its--"
"Calm down, child, calm down. Come now, show me," Dumbledore said, following Brenna's lead.
She lead Dumbledore and George through the hallways, twisting and turning until at last they reached Lucius's
office. Dumbledore let himself in, the door now unlocked from Willow's bobby pin. Brenna stared at the sight before
her, and George walked in, looking down at the body of Willow. She didn't appear to be wounded, except for the
blood trickling down her index finger slowly. George's brow furrowed, and he bent over, putting his ear to her chest.
"I can't hear anything," He said, his voice free of its usual happy-go-lucky sound.
"George, Brenna, bring her to Madam Pomfry. See what she can do," Dumbledore said, his voice lower than usual.
They both nodded, and followed the instructions given to them. Dumbledore went to find Lucius, feeling very
strongly that he had something to do with this. When he found him he questioned him. ((I'm not going to put
dialouge up on this part, it'd get too confusing after a while..)) When Malfoy wouldn't cooperate, he brought in
Proffesor Snape, with his strongest truth potion.
~*~
"It turned out that Lucius was in an alliance with Lord Voldermort," Brenna began explaining to the group of people
sitting in the hostpital wing. Assembled were Willow's mother, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and George and Fred,
"Voldermort had been concealed in his little magic.. box.. thing. He set a trap for Harry, but Willow was there to
catch it instead..."
"And.. she's gone?" Ron asked, still not able to fully take this in.
"Yeah," Brenna replied, lowering her head.
George's arm was firmly around Brenna, and all faces were solemn. Willow's mother bore silent tears, while Harry,
Hermione, Fred, and most of Ron were mostly speechless.
~*~
Mrs. Harmon had left back for home that day, not willing to stick around. At dinner that night, when the rest of the
students had returned from winter break, Dumbledore made the announcement.
"Over the break.. we have lost a student. Willow Harmon is with us no more, but she will not be forgotten. I ask
you to please, stand and raise your glass to her, and drink in her memory," Dumbledore said, doing as he
instructed.
The houses of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw all rose. Most of Slytherin did not. Ron took notice to this, and
he felt infuriated. He looked around the Ravenclaw table, and he noticed that most faces were unmoved. He then
remembered that Willow was never really amongst them. The most emotional faces at that table were that of
Kinren's and Brenna's. Kinren had just returned from winter break, and the news hit her like a bag of hammers.
Dumbledore instructed them all to be seated, and each student did so.
"I miss her.." Ron started, his head lowered in attempt to his face, as he was almost on the verge of tears.
He glanced at Harry though, and to his shock, he was grinning. Grinning to the extent of almost laughter. Willow
is dead, and he's smiling? Ron's brow furrowed as he looked at his long time friend, and almost brother.
"You miss who? There isn't another girl - is there?" Asked a voice, one that Ron knew all to well.
He blinked, and looked at Hermione, Geroge, and Fred, all of whom were sitting near by, looks of sheer joy on their
features. Ron whipped around in his seat - and there she was! But no - it wasn't her, not really.
"W-Willow... you're.. a ghost!" Ron stuttered in amazement as he looked at the shadowy image of what used to be
the woman that he loved.
"Yup! Its such a blast, too.." She started, and it was obvious to everyone at the table that she wasn't sorrowful
about death.
With a laugh of joy, Ron went to hug her, but he just felt a chill go through his entire body as he passed through
Willow, destorting her image for a moment or two.
"Twilight Zone-ish, isn't it?" Willow asked, humor apparent in her voice.
Ron laughed a moment, but he ceased, taking this in. Willow read his features, and frowned, sitting on top of
Hermione's plate.
"I know," she said simply.
~OoO~
After the train ride home a funeral was held for Willow Harmon.
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. This time she knew she couldn't touch him, and she knew what body layed in the casket. She only stood
by his side, watching the service.
"Another year come and gone," Willow said, murmering so only she could hear her words, and with one last
glance at Ron, she floated off, un-noticed, which was fine with her.
Dragonlance Chronicles.. sorry for kind of ripping off Tas's lock picking spot!!
~*~
Willow leaned over, looking at the keyhole. She fit the bobby pin in the keyhole, twisting it this way and that
carefully. Then..
==--==
Brenna sat next to the fire with George, her head leaning against his shoulder. She smiled gaily, staring into the
dancing flames. Without thinking much, she began to scry into the flames..
==--==
Willow looked at the hand she had used to pick the lock, frowning.
"Must've pricked it on som--" She ceased talking, feeling light-headed.
Willow blinked, looking around, but soon she felt that she couldn't even move a single finger. She got the sensation
that she was falling..
Falling...
==--==
Brenna stared into the fire, and she began screaming. George looked at her frightfully.
"Whats wrong? Whats wrong? Brenna stop screaming, please, what's wrong?" He asked, his voice shaky.
"Come on. We have to see Dumbledore," She said, standing up and walking, George running to keep pace with
her.
She hurried down the corridors, not taking notice to Filch telling her and George to stop. She didn't care that she
was out after-hours. She walked to the sculpture of the griffon, leading to the stairway.
"Lemon Drops! Nerds! Mars Bars! Snickers! Reeses!!!" She said, and though she wasn't sure which, one of the
candies had caused the griffon to leap out of her way.
Brenna hurried up the stairs, George at her heels, a look of utter confusement on his face.
"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore!" She said, looking around franticly, "Please, be here!"
Professor Dumbledore approached, his aged face seemingly unconcerned.
"What is the emergency.. Miss _, Mr Weasly?" He asked, his voice low and raspy as always.
"Its Prof Malfoy, no, no, its Willow! Professor you have to come and see its--"
"Calm down, child, calm down. Come now, show me," Dumbledore said, following Brenna's lead.
She lead Dumbledore and George through the hallways, twisting and turning until at last they reached Lucius's
office. Dumbledore let himself in, the door now unlocked from Willow's bobby pin. Brenna stared at the sight before
her, and George walked in, looking down at the body of Willow. She didn't appear to be wounded, except for the
blood trickling down her index finger slowly. George's brow furrowed, and he bent over, putting his ear to her chest.
"I can't hear anything," He said, his voice free of its usual happy-go-lucky sound.
"George, Brenna, bring her to Madam Pomfry. See what she can do," Dumbledore said, his voice lower than usual.
They both nodded, and followed the instructions given to them. Dumbledore went to find Lucius, feeling very
strongly that he had something to do with this. When he found him he questioned him. ((I'm not going to put
dialouge up on this part, it'd get too confusing after a while..)) When Malfoy wouldn't cooperate, he brought in
Proffesor Snape, with his strongest truth potion.
~*~
"It turned out that Lucius was in an alliance with Lord Voldermort," Brenna began explaining to the group of people
sitting in the hostpital wing. Assembled were Willow's mother, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and George and Fred,
"Voldermort had been concealed in his little magic.. box.. thing. He set a trap for Harry, but Willow was there to
catch it instead..."
"And.. she's gone?" Ron asked, still not able to fully take this in.
"Yeah," Brenna replied, lowering her head.
George's arm was firmly around Brenna, and all faces were solemn. Willow's mother bore silent tears, while Harry,
Hermione, Fred, and most of Ron were mostly speechless.
~*~
Mrs. Harmon had left back for home that day, not willing to stick around. At dinner that night, when the rest of the
students had returned from winter break, Dumbledore made the announcement.
"Over the break.. we have lost a student. Willow Harmon is with us no more, but she will not be forgotten. I ask
you to please, stand and raise your glass to her, and drink in her memory," Dumbledore said, doing as he
instructed.
The houses of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw all rose. Most of Slytherin did not. Ron took notice to this, and
he felt infuriated. He looked around the Ravenclaw table, and he noticed that most faces were unmoved. He then
remembered that Willow was never really amongst them. The most emotional faces at that table were that of
Kinren's and Brenna's. Kinren had just returned from winter break, and the news hit her like a bag of hammers.
Dumbledore instructed them all to be seated, and each student did so.
"I miss her.." Ron started, his head lowered in attempt to his face, as he was almost on the verge of tears.
He glanced at Harry though, and to his shock, he was grinning. Grinning to the extent of almost laughter. Willow
is dead, and he's smiling? Ron's brow furrowed as he looked at his long time friend, and almost brother.
"You miss who? There isn't another girl - is there?" Asked a voice, one that Ron knew all to well.
He blinked, and looked at Hermione, Geroge, and Fred, all of whom were sitting near by, looks of sheer joy on their
features. Ron whipped around in his seat - and there she was! But no - it wasn't her, not really.
"W-Willow... you're.. a ghost!" Ron stuttered in amazement as he looked at the shadowy image of what used to be
the woman that he loved.
"Yup! Its such a blast, too.." She started, and it was obvious to everyone at the table that she wasn't sorrowful
about death.
With a laugh of joy, Ron went to hug her, but he just felt a chill go through his entire body as he passed through
Willow, destorting her image for a moment or two.
"Twilight Zone-ish, isn't it?" Willow asked, humor apparent in her voice.
Ron laughed a moment, but he ceased, taking this in. Willow read his features, and frowned, sitting on top of
Hermione's plate.
"I know," she said simply.
~OoO~
After the train ride home a funeral was held for Willow Harmon.
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. This time she knew she couldn't touch him, and she knew what body layed in the casket. She only stood
by his side, watching the service.
"Another year come and gone," Willow said, murmering so only she could hear her words, and with one last
glance at Ron, she floated off, un-noticed, which was fine with her.