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, 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 . . .
Author's Notes: Thanks to all the people who reviewed so far. Sorry about all the time between posts. Crazy family, they just refuse to leave me alone.
Part Eight
"It'll be all right."
Willow sighed, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. Hermione looked up worriedly at the woman, biting her own lip as her eyes went to doors. The students had arrived safely at Hogwarts and were now all milling around in the Great Hall. The first years had been taken off to prepare for the Sorting. And Ron, Harry, and Dawn were yet to be heard of.
"I wish I could believe you," the redhead sighed again, looking around her. "I just wish that you guys had phones here. I want to reach Giles. Owls are cute, but not fast enough for me."
"It'll be okay," Hermione pressed. "Those three are very smart and resourceful. They'd have the common sense to just wait for an adult to come get them."
Willow just stared at the little girl in front of her.
"You honestly believe that?" she asked her incredulously.
"No," Hermione admitted under Willow's gaze. "But I was just trying to make you feel better."
"Thanks," Willow offered with a small smile. "But not helping. Nothing will help until I get Dawn here safely."
"They're fine," Hermione insisted. "I know that."
Willow just smiled again, patting Hermione on the shoulder before making her way to the teachers' table. The feast would begin soon, and the new assistant librarian wasn't supposed to eat with the students. At least, that's what Professor McGonagall told her. Willow thought it was a silly rule. After all, Willow wasn't much older than most of the students. She figured she had much more in common with them than she did with any of the faculty.
Not that they weren't a nice bunch on their own. They were, if not really odd. She liked Professor Dumbledore immediately. He reminded of her of Giles, but a bit more laid back than Giles had ever been. And he always had this mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes that made her want to laugh. You know, if she wasn't so busy being worried about Dawn.
Professor McGonagall seemed strict, but pleasant. She had a nice demeanour for the most part, giving off an almost motherly vibe. Professor Flitwick was absolutely charming. Hagrid was a gentle giant with such a kind heart it made Willow kind of teary. In fact, the whole faculty was very pleasant, with two very key exceptions. Snape, the Potions Master, and Lockhart, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Snape was unnecessarily cold and quiet. Willow didn't like the way that he obviously favoured the Slytherin house over all others, something she had already seen in her time at Hogwarts. But he seemed professional enough, so she didn't think he would be much of a problem. Lockhart was another story completely, one she didn't feel like dwelling on. The Sorting was going to start soon and the redheaded witch needed to be seated. Even though she'd rather be out doing something to find the three missing students.
Facing the table, Willow saw she only had two options. Sit by Professor Snape, or sit by Gilderoy Lockhart. The blond man flashed her one of his plastic smiles. Willow gave him a smirk back before settling down next to Snape.
That Lockhart man was a nuisance. Upon her arrival at the school, he had badgered her endlessly. Assured her that the kids would be okay, not too worry with such a magnificant wizard such as himself around. Willow had the supreme joy of deflating his head a bit when he asked her if she had read his books. Willow had given him an innocent look and told him quite happily that she had never heard of him before. And that she was likely to have lived a long and happy life if she never had the misfortune of meeting him.
That had shut up him quite suddenly and Willow had been left in five minutes of peace with her worry. And then he tried to get on her good side, throwing quotes from his books at her. Luckily Professor Dumbledore had interfered just before the redhead lost her cool on the arrogant man. He had dragged Lockhart off, throwing Willow a sympathetic look over his shoulder.
Snape gave her a sideways glance as she sat down. No doubt he was curious about the wandless witch the faculty had been talking about. Willow was quite the sensation at the school. There was a lot of questions surrounding her position there, most of them about why she wasn't teaching a class of her own. Surely a wandless witch who had taken on a hell god had something to offer the students in way of knowledge. But the problem arose again from her wandlessness. Willow couldn't teach these kids, dependent on their wands, anything as she didn't know how to use her own. Maybe once Professor McGonagall had given her a couple of lessons, but not quite yet.
Willow ignored both Snape and Lockhart, absently toying with her napkin as she looked the crowd over. Her eyes went to the Gryffindor table, noting Hermione sitting amongst the other Weasley children. You know, the ones that had made it on the train, minus Ginny. Ginny was in another room with the first years, preparing for the Sorting. Willow was looking forward to the ceremony. Giles had explained it to her beforehand and it sounded interesting. But she couldn't focus on it much right now.
She needed to know that Dawn was okay. She needed that more than anything right now. Willow just wished she knew where the girl was.
*****
"Is that it?"
Harry grinned at the awe in Dawn's voice. He turned his head, having to brush her hair out of his face as he did so. Dawn was leaning over the seat, wide eyes focused on the front window. Her face was very close to his, oh so very close.
He felt a flush start up his neck, turning his face to the front so Dawn wouldn't see. Ron saw, and that was bad enough. But Dawn, she was too focused on the sight of the coming castle to pay too much attention to the boys.
Her eyes swept over the dark figure, grinning as she took in the towers. This place was so cool. She leaned forward some more, smile widening. She was going to have so much fun this year.
The car sputtered, jolting in mid air. Dawn gave a shocked squeak before tumbling headfirst into the front seat. Harry gave a cry of shock, helping Dawn sit upright as Ron fought for control of the car.
"Ron!" Dawn cried accusingly as soon as she was upright again.
"Not my fault!" the redheaded boy was quick to deny, wrestling with the car. "The car's had it! We're going to crash!"
"Land the damn thing!" Harry shouted, gripping the dashboard as another shake rocked the car. Dawn gave a scream, slamming into Harry and then Ron as the car floundered about in the air. Ron gripped the steering wheel hard, yanking it straight. He grit his teeth, entire body tense over the fight for control of the car.
"Look out!" Harry cried out suddenly. "The tree-"
But it was too late. The car went tumbling downwards, all three inhabitants screaming their lungs out as they crashed into the large tree in the yard of the school. Branches smacked up against the car's body, shaking it about violently until they finally came to a stop. All three teenagers sat still for a moment, staring forward in shock.
"Well," Ron began shakily. "That wasn't so bad."
Dawn nodded numbly, pursing her lips together to contain the remaining screams she had. Harry just looked incredulously at his friend, and then at the ground. He wondered how they could get down safely.
The attack was unexpected. The first branch came flying through the rear window, sending shards of glass flying over the teens' heads. Dawn screamed again, continuously as another branch slammed into the passenger door. She turned sideways, arms clutching frantically at Harry while she screamed. Harry held her back tightly, adding his own yells as the tree continued to assault him.
"Ron!" he cried. "Get us out of this tree!"
Ron gulped audibly, ducking as a branch came through his window. He flailed, hands hitting the wheel and gear shift many times. Finally he got the car into the right gear, slamming his foot down on the gas. The car went flying out of the tree, landing with a bump on the ground. The car shook with the force of the impact, causing the teens to slam into each other some more.
"Forward! Forward!" Harry urged, twisting in his seat to glance at the angry tree behind him. The Whomping Willow was rearing up for another assault. Panic seized his heart and he shouted frantically at Ron.
"Move!"
Dawn was stuck in an endless scream. Her throat was hurting from screaming so much, but she couldn't stop herself. She buried herself in Harry's chest, squeezing her eyes shut. Ron hit the gas again, sending the car streaking forward. The tree bent over, slamming into the ground again, dirt going flying up all around them.
A safe distance from the angry tree, the car came to a halt. Dawn slowly raised her head, wide eyes finding Harry's.
"Is it over?" she asked tentatively.
It wasn't. The car doors flew open suddenly. The teens had only a second of confusion before they were tossed bodily out of the vehicle. Dawn scrambled to her feet just in time to catch Selena as she was tossed from the car. Their trunks and other luggage came flying out too, Hedwig screeching as her cage was tossed from the backseat. Then the car doors slammed shut, and the car drove away.
All three looked at each other for a second before taking off after the car. They followed it for a bit, stopping when they saw it disappear into the forest.
"My Dad is going to kill me," Ron moaned, watching the car's lights faded away.
"Willow is going to kill me," Dawn added with a sigh. Harry tossed his friends sympathetic looks.
"Well, if it makes you two feel any better, someone's probably going to try and kill me before the year's out. I seem to have a bit of a target on my back."
Dawn snorted.
"Been there, done that."
*****
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, 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 . . .
Author's Notes: Thanks to all the people who reviewed so far. Sorry about all the time between posts. Crazy family, they just refuse to leave me alone.
Part Eight
"It'll be all right."
Willow sighed, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. Hermione looked up worriedly at the woman, biting her own lip as her eyes went to doors. The students had arrived safely at Hogwarts and were now all milling around in the Great Hall. The first years had been taken off to prepare for the Sorting. And Ron, Harry, and Dawn were yet to be heard of.
"I wish I could believe you," the redhead sighed again, looking around her. "I just wish that you guys had phones here. I want to reach Giles. Owls are cute, but not fast enough for me."
"It'll be okay," Hermione pressed. "Those three are very smart and resourceful. They'd have the common sense to just wait for an adult to come get them."
Willow just stared at the little girl in front of her.
"You honestly believe that?" she asked her incredulously.
"No," Hermione admitted under Willow's gaze. "But I was just trying to make you feel better."
"Thanks," Willow offered with a small smile. "But not helping. Nothing will help until I get Dawn here safely."
"They're fine," Hermione insisted. "I know that."
Willow just smiled again, patting Hermione on the shoulder before making her way to the teachers' table. The feast would begin soon, and the new assistant librarian wasn't supposed to eat with the students. At least, that's what Professor McGonagall told her. Willow thought it was a silly rule. After all, Willow wasn't much older than most of the students. She figured she had much more in common with them than she did with any of the faculty.
Not that they weren't a nice bunch on their own. They were, if not really odd. She liked Professor Dumbledore immediately. He reminded of her of Giles, but a bit more laid back than Giles had ever been. And he always had this mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes that made her want to laugh. You know, if she wasn't so busy being worried about Dawn.
Professor McGonagall seemed strict, but pleasant. She had a nice demeanour for the most part, giving off an almost motherly vibe. Professor Flitwick was absolutely charming. Hagrid was a gentle giant with such a kind heart it made Willow kind of teary. In fact, the whole faculty was very pleasant, with two very key exceptions. Snape, the Potions Master, and Lockhart, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Snape was unnecessarily cold and quiet. Willow didn't like the way that he obviously favoured the Slytherin house over all others, something she had already seen in her time at Hogwarts. But he seemed professional enough, so she didn't think he would be much of a problem. Lockhart was another story completely, one she didn't feel like dwelling on. The Sorting was going to start soon and the redheaded witch needed to be seated. Even though she'd rather be out doing something to find the three missing students.
Facing the table, Willow saw she only had two options. Sit by Professor Snape, or sit by Gilderoy Lockhart. The blond man flashed her one of his plastic smiles. Willow gave him a smirk back before settling down next to Snape.
That Lockhart man was a nuisance. Upon her arrival at the school, he had badgered her endlessly. Assured her that the kids would be okay, not too worry with such a magnificant wizard such as himself around. Willow had the supreme joy of deflating his head a bit when he asked her if she had read his books. Willow had given him an innocent look and told him quite happily that she had never heard of him before. And that she was likely to have lived a long and happy life if she never had the misfortune of meeting him.
That had shut up him quite suddenly and Willow had been left in five minutes of peace with her worry. And then he tried to get on her good side, throwing quotes from his books at her. Luckily Professor Dumbledore had interfered just before the redhead lost her cool on the arrogant man. He had dragged Lockhart off, throwing Willow a sympathetic look over his shoulder.
Snape gave her a sideways glance as she sat down. No doubt he was curious about the wandless witch the faculty had been talking about. Willow was quite the sensation at the school. There was a lot of questions surrounding her position there, most of them about why she wasn't teaching a class of her own. Surely a wandless witch who had taken on a hell god had something to offer the students in way of knowledge. But the problem arose again from her wandlessness. Willow couldn't teach these kids, dependent on their wands, anything as she didn't know how to use her own. Maybe once Professor McGonagall had given her a couple of lessons, but not quite yet.
Willow ignored both Snape and Lockhart, absently toying with her napkin as she looked the crowd over. Her eyes went to the Gryffindor table, noting Hermione sitting amongst the other Weasley children. You know, the ones that had made it on the train, minus Ginny. Ginny was in another room with the first years, preparing for the Sorting. Willow was looking forward to the ceremony. Giles had explained it to her beforehand and it sounded interesting. But she couldn't focus on it much right now.
She needed to know that Dawn was okay. She needed that more than anything right now. Willow just wished she knew where the girl was.
*****
"Is that it?"
Harry grinned at the awe in Dawn's voice. He turned his head, having to brush her hair out of his face as he did so. Dawn was leaning over the seat, wide eyes focused on the front window. Her face was very close to his, oh so very close.
He felt a flush start up his neck, turning his face to the front so Dawn wouldn't see. Ron saw, and that was bad enough. But Dawn, she was too focused on the sight of the coming castle to pay too much attention to the boys.
Her eyes swept over the dark figure, grinning as she took in the towers. This place was so cool. She leaned forward some more, smile widening. She was going to have so much fun this year.
The car sputtered, jolting in mid air. Dawn gave a shocked squeak before tumbling headfirst into the front seat. Harry gave a cry of shock, helping Dawn sit upright as Ron fought for control of the car.
"Ron!" Dawn cried accusingly as soon as she was upright again.
"Not my fault!" the redheaded boy was quick to deny, wrestling with the car. "The car's had it! We're going to crash!"
"Land the damn thing!" Harry shouted, gripping the dashboard as another shake rocked the car. Dawn gave a scream, slamming into Harry and then Ron as the car floundered about in the air. Ron gripped the steering wheel hard, yanking it straight. He grit his teeth, entire body tense over the fight for control of the car.
"Look out!" Harry cried out suddenly. "The tree-"
But it was too late. The car went tumbling downwards, all three inhabitants screaming their lungs out as they crashed into the large tree in the yard of the school. Branches smacked up against the car's body, shaking it about violently until they finally came to a stop. All three teenagers sat still for a moment, staring forward in shock.
"Well," Ron began shakily. "That wasn't so bad."
Dawn nodded numbly, pursing her lips together to contain the remaining screams she had. Harry just looked incredulously at his friend, and then at the ground. He wondered how they could get down safely.
The attack was unexpected. The first branch came flying through the rear window, sending shards of glass flying over the teens' heads. Dawn screamed again, continuously as another branch slammed into the passenger door. She turned sideways, arms clutching frantically at Harry while she screamed. Harry held her back tightly, adding his own yells as the tree continued to assault him.
"Ron!" he cried. "Get us out of this tree!"
Ron gulped audibly, ducking as a branch came through his window. He flailed, hands hitting the wheel and gear shift many times. Finally he got the car into the right gear, slamming his foot down on the gas. The car went flying out of the tree, landing with a bump on the ground. The car shook with the force of the impact, causing the teens to slam into each other some more.
"Forward! Forward!" Harry urged, twisting in his seat to glance at the angry tree behind him. The Whomping Willow was rearing up for another assault. Panic seized his heart and he shouted frantically at Ron.
"Move!"
Dawn was stuck in an endless scream. Her throat was hurting from screaming so much, but she couldn't stop herself. She buried herself in Harry's chest, squeezing her eyes shut. Ron hit the gas again, sending the car streaking forward. The tree bent over, slamming into the ground again, dirt going flying up all around them.
A safe distance from the angry tree, the car came to a halt. Dawn slowly raised her head, wide eyes finding Harry's.
"Is it over?" she asked tentatively.
It wasn't. The car doors flew open suddenly. The teens had only a second of confusion before they were tossed bodily out of the vehicle. Dawn scrambled to her feet just in time to catch Selena as she was tossed from the car. Their trunks and other luggage came flying out too, Hedwig screeching as her cage was tossed from the backseat. Then the car doors slammed shut, and the car drove away.
All three looked at each other for a second before taking off after the car. They followed it for a bit, stopping when they saw it disappear into the forest.
"My Dad is going to kill me," Ron moaned, watching the car's lights faded away.
"Willow is going to kill me," Dawn added with a sigh. Harry tossed his friends sympathetic looks.
"Well, if it makes you two feel any better, someone's probably going to try and kill me before the year's out. I seem to have a bit of a target on my back."
Dawn snorted.
"Been there, done that."
*****