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: Okay, I've had a few comments on how this story is going. And I know that following the book so closely would be stupid, because everyone's read it. So, I'm assuring you guys that I have some different things than the book planned. Mostly involving Willow. However, for the kids' end of things, the plot will follow the book very closely. And you're going to see that continue for the next few parts until I can get everything set up.
And another question asked was the ages. I've said before in the notes section that I'm changing the ages of the HP characters. First years start at thirteen instead of eleven in this fic, so Harry and his friends are fourteen, the same age as Dawn.
And as well, finals are upon me. So updates are going to get sparser than before. Sorry guys, but I'll have like three weeks of fic time after.
Part Eleven
Willow felt another headache coming on. She had had several since she started her job as assistant librarian. Madame Pince was just as protective of her books as Willow has suspected she would be. Her time in the library was spent making sure she didn't cross paths too many times with the strict librarian. It didn't make for the most relaxed experience.
And she was having nightmares. Well, maybe they weren't nightmares per say. They were dreams, vague dreams she couldn't recollect in the morning. They never caused her to burst out of sleep with alarm or a shriek, but they didn't let her get a lot of rest. Actually, they were restless dreams, making her feel in the morning as if she hadn't slept at all. She was getting weary, her head throbbed almost constantly. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew it had to stop. It was starting to affect her behaviour. She had nearly bit the head off of a third year Ravenclaw for chewing gum in the library. As it was, she took ten points from the house. It was a bit rash, but she was getting really tired, and the students weren't helping.
Dawn was becoming concerned as well. She spent all her time in the library with Hermione, under the guise of studying. But really, she was just making sure Willow was okay. It was sweet, but unnecessary. The redhead just needed a few hours of sleep to make things better. She was planning on going to see Madame Pomfrey for some sleeping draught. It was bound to give her the rest she so desperately needed. Especially now.
The old researching Willow was rearing her book worm head in light of the recent events at the school. Harry and his friends, Dawn included, had made quite the disturbing discovery in the last week. The petrified body of Mr. Filch's cat to be precise, along with a rather cryptic message written in blood:
The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir . . . beware.
Of course, that all got her brain going. Chamber of Secrets, that was the thing that monopolized most of her attention. She had never heard of such a thing, not once in all her skimming through ancient texts. She wanted to know what it was, and what it did. Of course, there were other questions as well. Who the hell was 'the heir'? What were they heir to? Who were their enemies? And what were they going to do to said enemies? The questions kept coming, rolling around in her head like some sort of annoying television jingle.
The main problem was that she felt like she knew the answers, but she didn't. This all felt so horribly familiar but alien at the same time. It was like the answers were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't articulate them for anyone, let alone herself.
She had sent an owl to Giles, asking him for his thoughts on the subject. Maybe the Council knew something of this Chamber, and who the hell the heir was. Because the library certainly held no answers for her. She had combed through numerous volumes, row after row, even in the Restricted section. But she found nothing. The other members of the faculty knew what was going on, but they wouldn't tell her. If she even brought it up, they would just change the subject or turn the other way. It bugged the hell out of her that Professor McGonagall apparently told Dawn's class even though Willow had asked her several times before. She wondered why they didn't feel the need to tell her about the Chamber. But the way that some of the professors were looking at her, it was like they didn't trust her. What, they thought she was the heir?
As laughable as that thought had been at first, she couldn't help but believe it later. They were all watching her very carefully, Madame Pince almost always on her heels. Willow would have loved to yell at them for it, but she held her tongue. It was only natural she supposed. Here she was, the Muggle born wandless witch who had done battle with a hell god and now a librarian's assistant. It raised quite a few eyebrows. As well, her first year was the year all this started? Suspicious indeed. And her behaviour as of late, snappish and moody, probably put them all on their guard. Hell, if Willow didn't know any better, she would have thought she was guilty.
Her fingers were itching to thumb through some text, to find out the answer to everything. From her dreams to the Chamber, anything and everything. But she didn't know what she was looking for, whether any sort of connection existed. She couldn't figure out what the hell was bothering her about all of this. It was all just there, but just beyond her fingertips.
She needed to get her head off of all this. She needed to sit back and relax for a few minutes. Harry had suggested she come watch the Quidditch practice, and she agreed. It sounded like a very interesting sport, and Charlie seemed to be very interested in it. So therefore, she was interested in it. And the prospect of seeing people flying around on brooms, well, the witch in her demanded she go bear witness.
And she had been on her way to the pitch, her robes swishing about her as she walked through the corridors. She stopped just outside the courtyard, noting that the Gryffindor team was already out there, but on the ground. Facing off with the Slytherin team. She also spied Hermione, Ron, and Dawn next to Harry, with who appeared to be Draco Malfoy in front of the girls. Curious, the redhead made her way over there, stopping just behind the Slytherin team as Draco's words wafted over to her.
"And as for you filthy little Mudbloods, do you think I care what you think? You're worthless, especially that redhead librarian you brought with you. What a waste of space, can't even use a wand the stupid git. Wonder how she got in here, seducing someone? Wouldn't put it past a Mudblood . . ."
*****
Dawn was twitching as Draco went off at the mouth, sneering at them. She wouldn't have given a damn, she didn't understand half the things he was calling her. But Hermione did, and the brunette was near tears.
And then he switched onto Willow. It took all her willpower not to punch him, though it was becoming the most appealing option as the seconds ticked by.
Harry clutched at her clenched fists, keeping her back. She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, following his gaze to right behind the Slythering. She had to bite back a smile when she saw who was standing there. Willow, becoming more and more irate as Draco continued. Dawn swore she saw her nostrils flare in one second. But Draco and his teammates were oblivious, all sneering and smirking at the Gryffindors in front of them.
"Uh Draco," Dawn finally interrupted. "I think you should apologize for what you just said about Willow. Before you get into trouble."
Draco only sneered wider, turning a malicious smile on her.
"I don't think so," he replied waspishly. "I think I'll go on saying whatever I want. What's she going to do? Expel me? She doesn't have the power, even if she was here."
"But I've got some power, don't I?"
Dawn laughed outright in Draco's face, loving how pale and frightened he seemed when Willow's words reached him. Arching a teasing eyebrow at the Slythering, she pointed to behind him. Willow marched up, shoving her way through the Slytherins, all of whom were quick to get out of her way when they got a good look at her face. Dawn could have kissed Willow when the redhead reached out, snagging Draco by the ear.
"What a resounding display of disrespect for the faculty," Willow seethed, pulling hard on the protesting boy's ear. "I have half a mind to take you to Dumbledore and let him deal with you. But you know what, that wouldn't be nearly as much fun for me. Thirty points from Slytherin! And another ten for all your housemates who encouraged you."
There was grumbling amongst the Slytherins, something Willow quelled with one look. When they silenced, she turned back to Draco. Her eyes went over to the Gryffindors, tossing them an evil smirk before she started pulling Draco back towards the school.
"Where are you going?" Marcus Flint was quick to demand. "We're in the middle of a practice!"
"I'm taking Draco to his punishment," Willow replied, never breaking step. "And unless you want to join him, I suggest you shut up."
That stopped Flint in his steps, leaving the Slytherin team in shock as their Seeker was taken away. Dawn hadn't stopped laughing since Willow took hold of Draco's ear, now on the grass she was so hysterical. Hermione was right there with her, the boys with a bit more calm as they laughed along with them.
"What's she going to do with him?" Oliver asked, the only Gryffindor not in a fit. Dawn shrugged, gulping for breath as Harry helped her to her feet.
"I don't know," she revealed with a squeak. "But knowing my Wills, it's not going to be pretty."
"Serves him right," Hermione sniffled, brushing some grass off her cloak as she looked after the disappearing figures of Willow and Draco. "He was way out of line with those remarks."
Dawn nodded, turning to the Quidditch players with a big grin.
"Come on guys, up in the air. I've been promised flying wizards and I'll be damned if I leave without seeing them."
*****
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: Okay, I've had a few comments on how this story is going. And I know that following the book so closely would be stupid, because everyone's read it. So, I'm assuring you guys that I have some different things than the book planned. Mostly involving Willow. However, for the kids' end of things, the plot will follow the book very closely. And you're going to see that continue for the next few parts until I can get everything set up.
And another question asked was the ages. I've said before in the notes section that I'm changing the ages of the HP characters. First years start at thirteen instead of eleven in this fic, so Harry and his friends are fourteen, the same age as Dawn.
And as well, finals are upon me. So updates are going to get sparser than before. Sorry guys, but I'll have like three weeks of fic time after.
Part Eleven
Willow felt another headache coming on. She had had several since she started her job as assistant librarian. Madame Pince was just as protective of her books as Willow has suspected she would be. Her time in the library was spent making sure she didn't cross paths too many times with the strict librarian. It didn't make for the most relaxed experience.
And she was having nightmares. Well, maybe they weren't nightmares per say. They were dreams, vague dreams she couldn't recollect in the morning. They never caused her to burst out of sleep with alarm or a shriek, but they didn't let her get a lot of rest. Actually, they were restless dreams, making her feel in the morning as if she hadn't slept at all. She was getting weary, her head throbbed almost constantly. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew it had to stop. It was starting to affect her behaviour. She had nearly bit the head off of a third year Ravenclaw for chewing gum in the library. As it was, she took ten points from the house. It was a bit rash, but she was getting really tired, and the students weren't helping.
Dawn was becoming concerned as well. She spent all her time in the library with Hermione, under the guise of studying. But really, she was just making sure Willow was okay. It was sweet, but unnecessary. The redhead just needed a few hours of sleep to make things better. She was planning on going to see Madame Pomfrey for some sleeping draught. It was bound to give her the rest she so desperately needed. Especially now.
The old researching Willow was rearing her book worm head in light of the recent events at the school. Harry and his friends, Dawn included, had made quite the disturbing discovery in the last week. The petrified body of Mr. Filch's cat to be precise, along with a rather cryptic message written in blood:
The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir . . . beware.
Of course, that all got her brain going. Chamber of Secrets, that was the thing that monopolized most of her attention. She had never heard of such a thing, not once in all her skimming through ancient texts. She wanted to know what it was, and what it did. Of course, there were other questions as well. Who the hell was 'the heir'? What were they heir to? Who were their enemies? And what were they going to do to said enemies? The questions kept coming, rolling around in her head like some sort of annoying television jingle.
The main problem was that she felt like she knew the answers, but she didn't. This all felt so horribly familiar but alien at the same time. It was like the answers were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't articulate them for anyone, let alone herself.
She had sent an owl to Giles, asking him for his thoughts on the subject. Maybe the Council knew something of this Chamber, and who the hell the heir was. Because the library certainly held no answers for her. She had combed through numerous volumes, row after row, even in the Restricted section. But she found nothing. The other members of the faculty knew what was going on, but they wouldn't tell her. If she even brought it up, they would just change the subject or turn the other way. It bugged the hell out of her that Professor McGonagall apparently told Dawn's class even though Willow had asked her several times before. She wondered why they didn't feel the need to tell her about the Chamber. But the way that some of the professors were looking at her, it was like they didn't trust her. What, they thought she was the heir?
As laughable as that thought had been at first, she couldn't help but believe it later. They were all watching her very carefully, Madame Pince almost always on her heels. Willow would have loved to yell at them for it, but she held her tongue. It was only natural she supposed. Here she was, the Muggle born wandless witch who had done battle with a hell god and now a librarian's assistant. It raised quite a few eyebrows. As well, her first year was the year all this started? Suspicious indeed. And her behaviour as of late, snappish and moody, probably put them all on their guard. Hell, if Willow didn't know any better, she would have thought she was guilty.
Her fingers were itching to thumb through some text, to find out the answer to everything. From her dreams to the Chamber, anything and everything. But she didn't know what she was looking for, whether any sort of connection existed. She couldn't figure out what the hell was bothering her about all of this. It was all just there, but just beyond her fingertips.
She needed to get her head off of all this. She needed to sit back and relax for a few minutes. Harry had suggested she come watch the Quidditch practice, and she agreed. It sounded like a very interesting sport, and Charlie seemed to be very interested in it. So therefore, she was interested in it. And the prospect of seeing people flying around on brooms, well, the witch in her demanded she go bear witness.
And she had been on her way to the pitch, her robes swishing about her as she walked through the corridors. She stopped just outside the courtyard, noting that the Gryffindor team was already out there, but on the ground. Facing off with the Slytherin team. She also spied Hermione, Ron, and Dawn next to Harry, with who appeared to be Draco Malfoy in front of the girls. Curious, the redhead made her way over there, stopping just behind the Slytherin team as Draco's words wafted over to her.
"And as for you filthy little Mudbloods, do you think I care what you think? You're worthless, especially that redhead librarian you brought with you. What a waste of space, can't even use a wand the stupid git. Wonder how she got in here, seducing someone? Wouldn't put it past a Mudblood . . ."
*****
Dawn was twitching as Draco went off at the mouth, sneering at them. She wouldn't have given a damn, she didn't understand half the things he was calling her. But Hermione did, and the brunette was near tears.
And then he switched onto Willow. It took all her willpower not to punch him, though it was becoming the most appealing option as the seconds ticked by.
Harry clutched at her clenched fists, keeping her back. She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, following his gaze to right behind the Slythering. She had to bite back a smile when she saw who was standing there. Willow, becoming more and more irate as Draco continued. Dawn swore she saw her nostrils flare in one second. But Draco and his teammates were oblivious, all sneering and smirking at the Gryffindors in front of them.
"Uh Draco," Dawn finally interrupted. "I think you should apologize for what you just said about Willow. Before you get into trouble."
Draco only sneered wider, turning a malicious smile on her.
"I don't think so," he replied waspishly. "I think I'll go on saying whatever I want. What's she going to do? Expel me? She doesn't have the power, even if she was here."
"But I've got some power, don't I?"
Dawn laughed outright in Draco's face, loving how pale and frightened he seemed when Willow's words reached him. Arching a teasing eyebrow at the Slythering, she pointed to behind him. Willow marched up, shoving her way through the Slytherins, all of whom were quick to get out of her way when they got a good look at her face. Dawn could have kissed Willow when the redhead reached out, snagging Draco by the ear.
"What a resounding display of disrespect for the faculty," Willow seethed, pulling hard on the protesting boy's ear. "I have half a mind to take you to Dumbledore and let him deal with you. But you know what, that wouldn't be nearly as much fun for me. Thirty points from Slytherin! And another ten for all your housemates who encouraged you."
There was grumbling amongst the Slytherins, something Willow quelled with one look. When they silenced, she turned back to Draco. Her eyes went over to the Gryffindors, tossing them an evil smirk before she started pulling Draco back towards the school.
"Where are you going?" Marcus Flint was quick to demand. "We're in the middle of a practice!"
"I'm taking Draco to his punishment," Willow replied, never breaking step. "And unless you want to join him, I suggest you shut up."
That stopped Flint in his steps, leaving the Slytherin team in shock as their Seeker was taken away. Dawn hadn't stopped laughing since Willow took hold of Draco's ear, now on the grass she was so hysterical. Hermione was right there with her, the boys with a bit more calm as they laughed along with them.
"What's she going to do with him?" Oliver asked, the only Gryffindor not in a fit. Dawn shrugged, gulping for breath as Harry helped her to her feet.
"I don't know," she revealed with a squeak. "But knowing my Wills, it's not going to be pretty."
"Serves him right," Hermione sniffled, brushing some grass off her cloak as she looked after the disappearing figures of Willow and Draco. "He was way out of line with those remarks."
Dawn nodded, turning to the Quidditch players with a big grin.
"Come on guys, up in the air. I've been promised flying wizards and I'll be damned if I leave without seeing them."
*****