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, no Willow/Tara relationship.
Summary: I decided to try one! After Buffy's death, Dawn and Willow have to move on . . .
Part Three
After another hour of travelling, and one jerky landing, the car had reached its destination. Willow pushed open her door, looking up at the tall house in awe. It looked so homey, so nice, so . . . magical.
"This is your house?" Dawn could be heard asking.
"Yep," Ron replied, a bit of sheepishness to his tone. Willow frowned at that, not liking the way Ron was blushing and hiding his head. It was like he was ashamed for some reason. She couldn't figure out why. His home was lovely.
"I like it," Dawn murmured to the boy. "It's so big and colourful."
Her words seemed to make him happy, actually puffing him up a bit. Willow bit back a giggle, turning awed green eyes to the scenery around her. It wasn't so much that it looked different, it was that it felt different.
"Come on then," Fred interrupted her reverie. "Into the house. Dad, Mr.Giles, Bill, and Charlie will be back from the Ministry soon enough. And best to sneak in before Mum has a chance to notice how long we've been gone."
Willow followed the chattering teenagers into the house silently. Her eyes were still on the landscape and the surrounding area. For the first time since Giles's decision, Willow felt a bit of lightheartedness. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
The group quieted as they entered the home, the Weasley boys hushing everyone else once they were inside. The conversation was continued in whispers, mainly with Dawn interrogating the boys on the status of Hogwarts. Harry was quite animated about one thing, Quite-an-Itch or something similar. Dawn was making funny faces, laughing quietly as the boys filled her in on the Itch thing.
Willow paid them no attention. Her eyes wandered around the house, taking in the magical things carrying on quite obviously. The dishes were washing themselves, the knitting was knitting itself. There was some strange clock in the living room, with each face of the family members on a hand. Three hands went up, Willow recognizing the three boys who had picked her up. She frowned a bit at the device, trying to figure out exactly what it was. But then:
"Fred! George! Ron!"
The boys quickly fell into a straight line, Harry falling in next to them out of sheer habit. Dawn snickered at the pale faces of the Weasleys, pulling Harry out of line.
"Not your punishment," she teased him as she dragged him over to Willow. "Let their Mom have a go at them, and then we'll interfere."
"But it's my fault-"
"Where have you boys been?" the demand was accompanied by the arrival of the Weasley Mother. Willow grinned at the sight of the woman. She was fairly tall, fairly plump, and exerted that whole Mom feel. Her hair was as red as her boys, eyes as green, thought they were flickering a bit as she looked at her children.
"I have been worried sick!" she continued, not taking much notice of the guests. "You should have been home hours ago!"
"We had to stop and get Harry," Ron protested. "The Muggles had bars on his window."
"You'll be getting at taste of that yourself if you ever pull something like this again Ronald Weasley," Molly Weasley was quick to interject. "If you boys ever pull anything like that again, there will be severe consequences."
All three boys gulped audibly, exchanging stricken looks. Molly Weasley merely glared at them sternly, turning around to finally acknowledge her guests. Her smile melted into a sweet smile as she took in the three new arrivals.
"Harry, how wonderful to see you again," Molly enthused, pinching the boy's cheek ever so slightly. Those now twinkling green eyes moved onto the girls, a wider smile splitting her face.
"And you two must be Willow and Dawn," Molly surmised. "Such lovely names, such lovely girls!"
Willow gave a delighted little laugh while Dawn giggled and blush as the woman preened over them.
"Yes, very bit as beautiful as Mr. Giles described," Molly continued, bustling the two girls towards the kitchen table. "You girls sit and eat, I bet you're starving after that trip. Mr. Giles will return shortly, he's just finishing some stuff up at the Ministry. We'll be on our way to Diagon Alley soon."
"Diagon Alley?" Dawn repeated, frowning at the turned back. Molly paid no attention to her, already pulling breakfast foods out for eating.
"It's the alley of shops where we get our supplies," Harry answered, settling on Dawn's other side. Willow bit back a grin at the way the boy gravitated near Dawnie. It was kind of cute. The Weasley boys joined them, an older one named Percy, came down the stairs and joined his brothers.
"Oh," Dawn nodded. "Well, I don't think we have that much money on us-"
"Mr. Giles will be taking you to Gringotts first," Fred informed her. "You know, to pick up some revenue."
"And Gringotts is?"
"The bank, run by goblins," George answered quickly, hand snaking out for an apple as his mother placed food on the table. Molly just slapped at his hands.
"Guests first," she admonished him. The boy looked wounded for a second. Willow laughed, throwing an apple his way as Molly turned back to her stove.
"So Dawn," Molly began. "Are you starting off in first year with Ginny or second year with Ron and Harry."
"Second year," the blonde answered. "Giles had this strange man in robes come down during the summer to give me some sort of aptitude test. I've been getting some lessons from Willow and Giles over the past year and they said that I was good enough for second year."
"Willow taught you?" Ron repeated. "But I thought that Willow was just a M-"
"Ron Weasley!"
"It's okay," Willow interrupted. "I know that I don't appear that powerful. But yes, I am a witch. I have been for about four years now."
"Only four?" Fred frowned. "But, how can you teach at the school with only four years of experience? You haven't even finished the program."
"I was never in a program," Willow shrugged. "I taught myself, and Giles helped of course."
"You taught yourself?" Harry repeated. "How can you do that?"
"I read a lot of Giles's magic books," Willow explained. "And Giles said I must have had magic in the blood or something, because I caught on real fast. First few years the spell weren't always so perfect, but the fact that I was doing them was amazing, or so the G-Man says."
"It is rather shocking to hear of a self taught witch," Molly murmured. "The most powerful witches and wizards of our time came from Hogwarts."
"I'm not that powerful," Willow hastily replied. Molly arched a brow at that.
"Mr. Giles told us of how you fared against this Glory demon," Molly informed her. "I say you are indeed very powerful."
"Mum!" came the distracting cry from upstairs. There was a thunder of footsteps and another redhead appeared in the kitchen.
"Where's my jumper?" she asked in a bit of a panic.
"It's upstairs," Molly frowned, hustling the girl back up the stairs. "Look in your dresser."
"That's Ginny," Ron offered to Willow and Dawn. "She's the baby of the family."
"I'm not a baby!" came the protest from upstairs. Willow gave a little giggle at that. Molly just rolled her eyes, continuing to patter around the kitchen.
"Oh look," she exclaimed suddenly, gazing out the window. "They're here."
Willow and Dawn both perked up at that, craning their necks to see who had come. The door burst open and four people wandered in. Dawn's face lit up at the sight of the first arrival.
"Giles!" she gave a little squeal, jumping up from the table and racing for the man. Giles gave a little grunt as the girl threw herself into his arms, followed by another as Willow added herself to the mix.
"Hello girls," he greeted them warmly, moving away from the door so his companions could enter. "How was the trip?"
"It was fine," Willow told him, pulling back to poke him in the shoulder. "However, a little forward notice of the flying car would have been nice."
Deep laughter from the doorway divereted her attention from Giles. Willow peeked around the Watcher, eyes widening when she took in the handsome men standing behind them. Both had a shock of red hair and the same twinkling green eyes she had almost become accustomed to. The older Weasley boys were here.
And they were both so hot!
*****
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, no Willow/Tara relationship.
Summary: I decided to try one! After Buffy's death, Dawn and Willow have to move on . . .
Part Three
After another hour of travelling, and one jerky landing, the car had reached its destination. Willow pushed open her door, looking up at the tall house in awe. It looked so homey, so nice, so . . . magical.
"This is your house?" Dawn could be heard asking.
"Yep," Ron replied, a bit of sheepishness to his tone. Willow frowned at that, not liking the way Ron was blushing and hiding his head. It was like he was ashamed for some reason. She couldn't figure out why. His home was lovely.
"I like it," Dawn murmured to the boy. "It's so big and colourful."
Her words seemed to make him happy, actually puffing him up a bit. Willow bit back a giggle, turning awed green eyes to the scenery around her. It wasn't so much that it looked different, it was that it felt different.
"Come on then," Fred interrupted her reverie. "Into the house. Dad, Mr.Giles, Bill, and Charlie will be back from the Ministry soon enough. And best to sneak in before Mum has a chance to notice how long we've been gone."
Willow followed the chattering teenagers into the house silently. Her eyes were still on the landscape and the surrounding area. For the first time since Giles's decision, Willow felt a bit of lightheartedness. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
The group quieted as they entered the home, the Weasley boys hushing everyone else once they were inside. The conversation was continued in whispers, mainly with Dawn interrogating the boys on the status of Hogwarts. Harry was quite animated about one thing, Quite-an-Itch or something similar. Dawn was making funny faces, laughing quietly as the boys filled her in on the Itch thing.
Willow paid them no attention. Her eyes wandered around the house, taking in the magical things carrying on quite obviously. The dishes were washing themselves, the knitting was knitting itself. There was some strange clock in the living room, with each face of the family members on a hand. Three hands went up, Willow recognizing the three boys who had picked her up. She frowned a bit at the device, trying to figure out exactly what it was. But then:
"Fred! George! Ron!"
The boys quickly fell into a straight line, Harry falling in next to them out of sheer habit. Dawn snickered at the pale faces of the Weasleys, pulling Harry out of line.
"Not your punishment," she teased him as she dragged him over to Willow. "Let their Mom have a go at them, and then we'll interfere."
"But it's my fault-"
"Where have you boys been?" the demand was accompanied by the arrival of the Weasley Mother. Willow grinned at the sight of the woman. She was fairly tall, fairly plump, and exerted that whole Mom feel. Her hair was as red as her boys, eyes as green, thought they were flickering a bit as she looked at her children.
"I have been worried sick!" she continued, not taking much notice of the guests. "You should have been home hours ago!"
"We had to stop and get Harry," Ron protested. "The Muggles had bars on his window."
"You'll be getting at taste of that yourself if you ever pull something like this again Ronald Weasley," Molly Weasley was quick to interject. "If you boys ever pull anything like that again, there will be severe consequences."
All three boys gulped audibly, exchanging stricken looks. Molly Weasley merely glared at them sternly, turning around to finally acknowledge her guests. Her smile melted into a sweet smile as she took in the three new arrivals.
"Harry, how wonderful to see you again," Molly enthused, pinching the boy's cheek ever so slightly. Those now twinkling green eyes moved onto the girls, a wider smile splitting her face.
"And you two must be Willow and Dawn," Molly surmised. "Such lovely names, such lovely girls!"
Willow gave a delighted little laugh while Dawn giggled and blush as the woman preened over them.
"Yes, very bit as beautiful as Mr. Giles described," Molly continued, bustling the two girls towards the kitchen table. "You girls sit and eat, I bet you're starving after that trip. Mr. Giles will return shortly, he's just finishing some stuff up at the Ministry. We'll be on our way to Diagon Alley soon."
"Diagon Alley?" Dawn repeated, frowning at the turned back. Molly paid no attention to her, already pulling breakfast foods out for eating.
"It's the alley of shops where we get our supplies," Harry answered, settling on Dawn's other side. Willow bit back a grin at the way the boy gravitated near Dawnie. It was kind of cute. The Weasley boys joined them, an older one named Percy, came down the stairs and joined his brothers.
"Oh," Dawn nodded. "Well, I don't think we have that much money on us-"
"Mr. Giles will be taking you to Gringotts first," Fred informed her. "You know, to pick up some revenue."
"And Gringotts is?"
"The bank, run by goblins," George answered quickly, hand snaking out for an apple as his mother placed food on the table. Molly just slapped at his hands.
"Guests first," she admonished him. The boy looked wounded for a second. Willow laughed, throwing an apple his way as Molly turned back to her stove.
"So Dawn," Molly began. "Are you starting off in first year with Ginny or second year with Ron and Harry."
"Second year," the blonde answered. "Giles had this strange man in robes come down during the summer to give me some sort of aptitude test. I've been getting some lessons from Willow and Giles over the past year and they said that I was good enough for second year."
"Willow taught you?" Ron repeated. "But I thought that Willow was just a M-"
"Ron Weasley!"
"It's okay," Willow interrupted. "I know that I don't appear that powerful. But yes, I am a witch. I have been for about four years now."
"Only four?" Fred frowned. "But, how can you teach at the school with only four years of experience? You haven't even finished the program."
"I was never in a program," Willow shrugged. "I taught myself, and Giles helped of course."
"You taught yourself?" Harry repeated. "How can you do that?"
"I read a lot of Giles's magic books," Willow explained. "And Giles said I must have had magic in the blood or something, because I caught on real fast. First few years the spell weren't always so perfect, but the fact that I was doing them was amazing, or so the G-Man says."
"It is rather shocking to hear of a self taught witch," Molly murmured. "The most powerful witches and wizards of our time came from Hogwarts."
"I'm not that powerful," Willow hastily replied. Molly arched a brow at that.
"Mr. Giles told us of how you fared against this Glory demon," Molly informed her. "I say you are indeed very powerful."
"Mum!" came the distracting cry from upstairs. There was a thunder of footsteps and another redhead appeared in the kitchen.
"Where's my jumper?" she asked in a bit of a panic.
"It's upstairs," Molly frowned, hustling the girl back up the stairs. "Look in your dresser."
"That's Ginny," Ron offered to Willow and Dawn. "She's the baby of the family."
"I'm not a baby!" came the protest from upstairs. Willow gave a little giggle at that. Molly just rolled her eyes, continuing to patter around the kitchen.
"Oh look," she exclaimed suddenly, gazing out the window. "They're here."
Willow and Dawn both perked up at that, craning their necks to see who had come. The door burst open and four people wandered in. Dawn's face lit up at the sight of the first arrival.
"Giles!" she gave a little squeal, jumping up from the table and racing for the man. Giles gave a little grunt as the girl threw herself into his arms, followed by another as Willow added herself to the mix.
"Hello girls," he greeted them warmly, moving away from the door so his companions could enter. "How was the trip?"
"It was fine," Willow told him, pulling back to poke him in the shoulder. "However, a little forward notice of the flying car would have been nice."
Deep laughter from the doorway divereted her attention from Giles. Willow peeked around the Watcher, eyes widening when she took in the handsome men standing behind them. Both had a shock of red hair and the same twinkling green eyes she had almost become accustomed to. The older Weasley boys were here.
And they were both so hot!
*****