Title: Dance Upon My Fingertips
Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone.
Category: HP/BTVS crossover (Yeah, I'm going to attempt one)
Pairings: Willow/Charlie Weasley, Hermione/Draco? (let me know about this), Harry/Dawn?, Ron/?
Spoilers: Season Five, the Gift for BTVS. CoS movie for HP.
Notes: Harry and the chaps get upgraded to fourteen for this fic. But otherwise, nothing is changed. For BTVS, Tara's gone.
Summary: I decided to try one! After Buffy's death, Dawn and Willow have to move on . . .
Part One
Clothes?
Check.
Makeup?
Check.
Jewelry?
Check.
Stakes?
Check.
Crosses?
Check.
Demon texts?
Check.
Sanity?
Long gone.
Willow Rosenburg sighed, pulling the top down over her suitcase. Listlessly, the redhead tugged at the zippers, shutting her luggage and adding it to the pile by the door. They would be taken down later, when the time had come for them to leave.
She couldn't believe they were leaving. She still wasn't at the point where she could handle all the things that had happened to this point. Buffy was gone, dead, and the Slayer wasn't coming back this time. No nifty prophecy with a loophole here, nope. Just the ultimate sacrifice of an older sister, of a Protector. Nothing more to be done here.
And that was the really sad part of the whole mess. Nothing to be done about it. Nothing to fix all of this, nothing to fill in the giant holes in all of them. Nothing at all. No magical cure, no logical comfort, no peace to be had. Just the death of Buffy, and it's aftermath.
She couldn't keep dwelling on this. She didn't have the time to be thinking on that right now. Giles was going to call soon, let them know about the travel arrangements. He said they were unique, but Willow wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. How unique could a plane get? After all, wasn't like there were too many other ways of getting across the Atlantic.
Willow sighed again, climbing to her feet and opening her bedroom door. She reached down, grasping the handle of two of her suitcases and heaving them out into the hallway. She turned around, repeating the task until all of the luggage was in the corridor. She turned back to look into the room she had lived in for the last two months. It used to be Joyce's room, then it was her room. Now, it was probably going to be Xander and Anya's room. The newly wedded couple were moving in the following day, after the other two were well on their way.
Speaking of the two, Willow stepped over her luggage and ending up in front of Dawn's room. The redhead took a deep sigh before raising her hand to knock. There wasn't an answer at first, causing Willow to frown and raise her hand again.
"I'm coming," was the muffled reply from the other side. Willow lowered her hand, gaze softening as she stared at the closed door in front of her.
"You need any help Dawnie?" she ventured. "Xander's waiting to get all the luggage downstairs."
"I'm coming," Dawn repeated from inside. "Call him up already. My stuff's all packed."
Dawn sounded a bit stiff, not that Willow blamed her. But what could they do? Hank hadn't come for his youngest daughter and the only way to avoid the foster care system was to put Dawn in Giles and Willow's joint custody. Of course, Giles didn't have to move back to England, prompting the girls to follow him in conjuction with the court order. But even Willow could see the wisdom in the Watcher's decision. Their life here in Sunnydale was over. Time to start anew.
"Xander!" Willow called down the stairs, stepping away from Dawn's closed door.
"Here I come!" came the forced cheerful reply. Xander came bounding up the steps, a strained grin on his face. He didn't like the way things were going any more than the others, but again, he had to accept it. Buffy was gone, their obligation to the Hellmouth was gone. The new Slayer had arrived over the summer, with her own Watcher. The time of the Scooby Gang had ended.
"I'll just start getting these down," Xander mumbled, grabbing some of Willow's luggage and carrying them down the steps. Willow sighed, grabbing some of her own and following him. Anya waited for them at the bottom, cordless phone in her hand. She pointed the machine towards Willow, a sad smile on her face.
"It's Giles," the blonde offered. Willow nodded, taking the phone from her friend.
"Hello?"
"Hello Willow, are you two all packed?"
"Yes Giles," the redhead assured him, watching as Xander went back up for more of the luggage. She heard Dawn's door open and knew the blonde was adding her stuff to the pile.
"We're just bringing all the stuff down," Willow continued.
"Good. Your transport should be there soon. Now Willow, there is something you must know about this transport. It's unlike anything you have ever seen before."
"I've seen planes before Giles," Willow grinned wryly. "I've even been on a couple."
"Well, you're not coming by plane exactly."
Willow frowned, stepping aside so Xander could place more bags by the door.
"Then how are we getting over that nasty little ocean G-Man?"
"Well-"
Screams from upstairs cut off any reply from Giles. Willow jerked her head upwards, finding the source of the screams.
"Dawn!" she cried out in horror, clasping the phone to her shoulder as she sprinted up the steps. She heard Xander and Anya right behind her as well as Giles on the phone. But Willow didn't stop for any of them. She followed the screams to Dawn's room.
The blonde was standing in front of her window, screaming in earnest. Willow's jaw hit the floor when she saw what the source of Dawn's screams were.
"Please hush miss," the pleading came through the window. "You'll wake up the neighbourhood."
Willow tried to work her jaw into making some sort of noise, but words failed her. She was jarred out of her thoughts as she was rammed into from behind. She heard some creative cussing come from Anya and Xander, stopping when they got a good look at the window. Dawn still screamed, stomping her foot with every shriek.
Willow raced over to the blonde, clamping her hand over her mouth. Dawn struggled against the redhead, eyes wide as she gestured to her window. Willow could hear Giles on the phone, demanding to know what was going on.
Outside the window, things were much calmer now that Dawn had stopped screaming. Willow gently took her hand away from Dawn's mouth, steering the younger girl to Xander and Anya. Dawn made some squeaks, prompting Willow to press a finger against her lips. She hushed the girl, handing the phone to Anya as she moved to the window. She heard Anya answer Giles, telling him of the shocking sight outside the window. Willow didn't pay much attention to that conversation, stepping right up to the window and leaning out a bit.
"Hello, sorry for the surprise. We thought that Mr. Giles had time to tell you."
"No problem," Willow replied shakily. "But could you do me a favour?"
"Sure."
"Can you please park your flying car down in the driveway? I don't want to alarm the neighbours." *****
Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone.
Category: HP/BTVS crossover (Yeah, I'm going to attempt one)
Pairings: Willow/Charlie Weasley, Hermione/Draco? (let me know about this), Harry/Dawn?, Ron/?
Spoilers: Season Five, the Gift for BTVS. CoS movie for HP.
Notes: Harry and the chaps get upgraded to fourteen for this fic. But otherwise, nothing is changed. For BTVS, Tara's gone.
Summary: I decided to try one! After Buffy's death, Dawn and Willow have to move on . . .
Part One
Clothes?
Check.
Makeup?
Check.
Jewelry?
Check.
Stakes?
Check.
Crosses?
Check.
Demon texts?
Check.
Sanity?
Long gone.
Willow Rosenburg sighed, pulling the top down over her suitcase. Listlessly, the redhead tugged at the zippers, shutting her luggage and adding it to the pile by the door. They would be taken down later, when the time had come for them to leave.
She couldn't believe they were leaving. She still wasn't at the point where she could handle all the things that had happened to this point. Buffy was gone, dead, and the Slayer wasn't coming back this time. No nifty prophecy with a loophole here, nope. Just the ultimate sacrifice of an older sister, of a Protector. Nothing more to be done here.
And that was the really sad part of the whole mess. Nothing to be done about it. Nothing to fix all of this, nothing to fill in the giant holes in all of them. Nothing at all. No magical cure, no logical comfort, no peace to be had. Just the death of Buffy, and it's aftermath.
She couldn't keep dwelling on this. She didn't have the time to be thinking on that right now. Giles was going to call soon, let them know about the travel arrangements. He said they were unique, but Willow wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. How unique could a plane get? After all, wasn't like there were too many other ways of getting across the Atlantic.
Willow sighed again, climbing to her feet and opening her bedroom door. She reached down, grasping the handle of two of her suitcases and heaving them out into the hallway. She turned around, repeating the task until all of the luggage was in the corridor. She turned back to look into the room she had lived in for the last two months. It used to be Joyce's room, then it was her room. Now, it was probably going to be Xander and Anya's room. The newly wedded couple were moving in the following day, after the other two were well on their way.
Speaking of the two, Willow stepped over her luggage and ending up in front of Dawn's room. The redhead took a deep sigh before raising her hand to knock. There wasn't an answer at first, causing Willow to frown and raise her hand again.
"I'm coming," was the muffled reply from the other side. Willow lowered her hand, gaze softening as she stared at the closed door in front of her.
"You need any help Dawnie?" she ventured. "Xander's waiting to get all the luggage downstairs."
"I'm coming," Dawn repeated from inside. "Call him up already. My stuff's all packed."
Dawn sounded a bit stiff, not that Willow blamed her. But what could they do? Hank hadn't come for his youngest daughter and the only way to avoid the foster care system was to put Dawn in Giles and Willow's joint custody. Of course, Giles didn't have to move back to England, prompting the girls to follow him in conjuction with the court order. But even Willow could see the wisdom in the Watcher's decision. Their life here in Sunnydale was over. Time to start anew.
"Xander!" Willow called down the stairs, stepping away from Dawn's closed door.
"Here I come!" came the forced cheerful reply. Xander came bounding up the steps, a strained grin on his face. He didn't like the way things were going any more than the others, but again, he had to accept it. Buffy was gone, their obligation to the Hellmouth was gone. The new Slayer had arrived over the summer, with her own Watcher. The time of the Scooby Gang had ended.
"I'll just start getting these down," Xander mumbled, grabbing some of Willow's luggage and carrying them down the steps. Willow sighed, grabbing some of her own and following him. Anya waited for them at the bottom, cordless phone in her hand. She pointed the machine towards Willow, a sad smile on her face.
"It's Giles," the blonde offered. Willow nodded, taking the phone from her friend.
"Hello?"
"Hello Willow, are you two all packed?"
"Yes Giles," the redhead assured him, watching as Xander went back up for more of the luggage. She heard Dawn's door open and knew the blonde was adding her stuff to the pile.
"We're just bringing all the stuff down," Willow continued.
"Good. Your transport should be there soon. Now Willow, there is something you must know about this transport. It's unlike anything you have ever seen before."
"I've seen planes before Giles," Willow grinned wryly. "I've even been on a couple."
"Well, you're not coming by plane exactly."
Willow frowned, stepping aside so Xander could place more bags by the door.
"Then how are we getting over that nasty little ocean G-Man?"
"Well-"
Screams from upstairs cut off any reply from Giles. Willow jerked her head upwards, finding the source of the screams.
"Dawn!" she cried out in horror, clasping the phone to her shoulder as she sprinted up the steps. She heard Xander and Anya right behind her as well as Giles on the phone. But Willow didn't stop for any of them. She followed the screams to Dawn's room.
The blonde was standing in front of her window, screaming in earnest. Willow's jaw hit the floor when she saw what the source of Dawn's screams were.
"Please hush miss," the pleading came through the window. "You'll wake up the neighbourhood."
Willow tried to work her jaw into making some sort of noise, but words failed her. She was jarred out of her thoughts as she was rammed into from behind. She heard some creative cussing come from Anya and Xander, stopping when they got a good look at the window. Dawn still screamed, stomping her foot with every shriek.
Willow raced over to the blonde, clamping her hand over her mouth. Dawn struggled against the redhead, eyes wide as she gestured to her window. Willow could hear Giles on the phone, demanding to know what was going on.
Outside the window, things were much calmer now that Dawn had stopped screaming. Willow gently took her hand away from Dawn's mouth, steering the younger girl to Xander and Anya. Dawn made some squeaks, prompting Willow to press a finger against her lips. She hushed the girl, handing the phone to Anya as she moved to the window. She heard Anya answer Giles, telling him of the shocking sight outside the window. Willow didn't pay much attention to that conversation, stepping right up to the window and leaning out a bit.
"Hello, sorry for the surprise. We thought that Mr. Giles had time to tell you."
"No problem," Willow replied shakily. "But could you do me a favour?"
"Sure."
"Can you please park your flying car down in the driveway? I don't want to alarm the neighbours." *****