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, someone asked why I aged the kids like I did. Well, I did it because I wanted to have a cute little kid romance on the side while I wrote this. It's going to be pretty heavy Willow content in the story and I plan on a sequel to take place after the end of the fourth book. And I want the kiddies in their romances by then, and it'll be darker, so them being older works out better for me.
All right, I made a boo-boo in the last part. Slytherins are in the dungeons, and I should have remembered that. Okay, so I rewrote the chapter, correctly. Next part should be out soon.
Part Twelve
She was walking down a hallway, a school hallway. Only it wasn't good old Sunnydale High that she was wandering around. No she was in Hogwarts, she could tell that much from all the moving pictures around her.
She looked down at herself, seeing the robes she was clad in. A strand of hair floated into her vision, her hair, way down to her waist. Her hair hadn't been that long since she was fifteen.
Willow frowned, looking up to glance in a trophie case as she walked by. Yep, there she was, Willow Rosenburg. In all her teenaged glory. The redhead couldn't help but make a face when she realized that particular fact. She had hated being a teenager, her hair was all straight and boring. She had been such a little wimp all the time. Yeah, being a teenager had sucked for Willow.
She frowned at herself, wondering exactly what was going on. It was her, well, a younger her at least, but not so. She was dressed in robes, like the students wore. In fact, she looked just like a student, and judging by the badge on her shoulder, she was a Slytherin student. She wasn't quite sure what that was all about but she came to a pretty quick conclusion. She was having one of her dreams again.
Willow sighed, looking at her younger image with a frown. This dream was strange. She looked almost black and white, but not. Her hair was a startling red and her eyes a green she had never seen before, but the rest of her was all grays and whites. It was so surreal.
A touch across her back startled her out of her reverie. She felt someone pull on her arm, turning her away from the display case and starting her down the hallway again. She looked over at her side, more than a little surprised to see Jesse there. Her old, and now dead, friend smiled at her. She knew him well enough to know that the smile was forced. Jesse was nervous about something, really nervous.
She reached out, laying a concerned hand on his arm. He only gave her another strained smile, sending an apprehensive look ahead of them. Only then did she realize that there was someone walking in front of them. Tall with a mop of dark hair, she was going to guess that it was Xander. But she couldn't be sure. This guy, he walked straight up, purposefully, like he was someone big and important. When they were in high school, Xander had shuffled and slouched, hoping not to draw that much attention to himself. After all, in high school, you were either ignored and safe or noticed and abused.
So, maybe this wasn't Xander. But then it begged the question, who the hell was this guy?
Jesse pulled on her sleeve, prompting her to look his way again. She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. He only returned it with his strained one, opening his mouth to speak to her. Willow frowned, leaning in closer to hear his words, but she couldn't quite make everything out.
"Willa . . . not . . . deaths . . . danger . . . lied to us . . . don't listen . . . careful . . ."
She couldn't make out a single sentence, only those snippets of words. Every time Jesse tried to speak up, something overrode it. There was this hissing noise, like sheets swishing over one another. Jesse looked pained at the noise, tossing a glare to the figure in front of them. Willow followed his gaze, unsure what was going on. Jesse was trying to tell her something, but it seemed like this guy didn't want her to hear it.
Jesse was pulling on her sleeve again, trying to yell his words to her. But the hissing got louder and much to her concern, Jesse started to fade. She clutched at him, fear overtaking her as her fingers just swept right through him. He was looking at her in a panic, yelling at the top of his lungs but she heard nothing.
Tears were running down her face as she shook her head, trying to tell him she heard nothing. He gave up, a mere outline of Jesse, looking at the guy in front once more. Very firmly, he pointed at the guy, then at her. And then he mouthed the words very slowly, forcing her to read his lips as he faded completely out of her view. Her blood ran cold, deciphering his words for the first time.
RUN AWAY.
And then he was gone. She started, hands waving over the place where Jesse had stood seconds before. His warning came back to her as she heard the hissing finally stop. She turned, trying to head back the way she had come. But then there was a hand on her arm, preventing her from leaving. A panic welled up inside her as she was forced to turn back around.
She was whirled around, coming face to face with the stranger. She saw nothing but the same grays she had seen in Jesse, the Slytherin badge on his robes, and finally the flash of green eyes before it was all ripped away.
And then there was nothing but a large oak door. She frowned, wondering at the change of scenery. She heard something like light snoring coming from behind her. She felt something hard and cold underneath her hands, looking down to see she was gripping the doorknob rather tightly. The door was pulled open, a waft of cold washing over her as she stood in the doorway.
She looked behind her, picking out four beds, with three of them occupied. She heard some mumbling as one of the sleeping figures as they turned in their beds.
"Shut the door Willa. It's cold."
That was the second time someone had called her that. She turned back to the open door, looking out at the hallway beyond it. Cautiously, she stepped through it, pulling the door shut behind her. She looked down at her arm, noticing that she was carrying a silvery fabric in her hands. Without realizing why, she pulled it over herself and let her feet carry her where they would.
Without knowing why and becoming more afraid as she couldn't seem to stop herself, Willow made her way up to the Astronomy Tower. She made it without interruption, opening a window. Her fear grew as she stepped onto the ledge, out into the cold night air. She looked down, seeing the Hogwarts landscape stretch out before her. The Whomping Willow wasn't where it should be, but everything else remained the same. Her eyes went back down to the ground, feeling her fear become overwhelming. But her body wouldn't listen to the orders of her mind, not backing down from the ledge.
With a deep breath and screaming from deep inside of herself, Willow felt herself drop from the ledge.
*****
She was gasping for breath when she shot out of bed. Wild eyes looked over her room, breathing heavily as she tried to calm her frazzled nerves. Very slowly, her heart rate when back to normal and her fingers unclenched themselves from the bedsheets. She lowered her knees, stretching out on her bed once more.
She brought a trembling hand up, wiping it across her sweating forehead. That had been intense. Willow remembered everything so vividly, unusual for the dreams she had been having of late. But this was the first time she had ever been frightened awake by one, so maybe it was extra special.
She shook her head, clearing the cobwebs as she tried to regain her bearings. She bit her lip, remembering the last image she had seen before she woke up. Very hard ground, rushing up to meet her. The screams she had been trying to let out since she climbed onto the ledge finally roared out, adding a terrifying soundtrack to her descent.
It had been too real, far too real for her tastes. Willow gingerly swept her covers away, hesitantly moving her legs to the edge of her bed and hopping out. Very slowly, the redhead made her way to the window in her room. She pushed aside the curtains, looking cautiously outside. Just far off in the corner, she could see it. The Astronomy Tower, the place she had dreamed about. The place where her dream self had decided to kill herself.
A chill ran down her spine, causing her to shiver quite a bit. She let go of the curtains, allowing them to fall back into place. She didn't want to look at that building anymore. Not right now, she couldn't handle it. Whatever had brought that dream on had done it in a far too real way.
She frowned, thinking back on Jesse's part in it. Jesse had been there, but not Xander. She wondered why that was, and who the guy in front was. And why Jesse had wanted her to run away. Did it all mean something? Or was she just so tired from recent restless nights that her mind finally gave away to far out illusions when she finally got some sleep?
She closed her eyes, rubbing her face in an attempt to revive herself. Strange dream or not, she was going to have to get ready for breakfast. It was a big day at Hogwarts today, very special indeed. An hour or so after breakfast, the first Quidditch match of the season was going to take place and the whole school was in a frenzy. Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
Sighing, she reached for her robes. Her hands swept over the left side, the place where a badge would have been if she were a student. In her dream, there had been snake there, the symbol of Slytherin. Why of all the houses would she dream of being in that one? She didn't even like anyone in Slytherin, she sure as hell didn't feel the urge to be included in it.
She shook her head again, heading to brush her teeth. No time to worry about it. Maybe later she would send an owl to Giles, asking him what he thought of her dream. He would send her some sort of fatherly assurance, telling her mind was just being carried away.
Or he could freak out, come here, and start mumbling about approaching doom while repeatedly cleaning his glasses. Both reactions were plausible, being that it was Giles in question. But which reaction it would be was what was bothering her. One was good, the other made her blood run cold. She didn't want there to be anything behind her dreams, she just wanted it to be some strange nightmare her subconscious cooked up. But there was always that chance, that dim chance, that it wasn't.
She would find out soon enough what it was. But until then, there was Quidditch to be seen.
*****
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, someone asked why I aged the kids like I did. Well, I did it because I wanted to have a cute little kid romance on the side while I wrote this. It's going to be pretty heavy Willow content in the story and I plan on a sequel to take place after the end of the fourth book. And I want the kiddies in their romances by then, and it'll be darker, so them being older works out better for me.
All right, I made a boo-boo in the last part. Slytherins are in the dungeons, and I should have remembered that. Okay, so I rewrote the chapter, correctly. Next part should be out soon.
Part Twelve
She was walking down a hallway, a school hallway. Only it wasn't good old Sunnydale High that she was wandering around. No she was in Hogwarts, she could tell that much from all the moving pictures around her.
She looked down at herself, seeing the robes she was clad in. A strand of hair floated into her vision, her hair, way down to her waist. Her hair hadn't been that long since she was fifteen.
Willow frowned, looking up to glance in a trophie case as she walked by. Yep, there she was, Willow Rosenburg. In all her teenaged glory. The redhead couldn't help but make a face when she realized that particular fact. She had hated being a teenager, her hair was all straight and boring. She had been such a little wimp all the time. Yeah, being a teenager had sucked for Willow.
She frowned at herself, wondering exactly what was going on. It was her, well, a younger her at least, but not so. She was dressed in robes, like the students wore. In fact, she looked just like a student, and judging by the badge on her shoulder, she was a Slytherin student. She wasn't quite sure what that was all about but she came to a pretty quick conclusion. She was having one of her dreams again.
Willow sighed, looking at her younger image with a frown. This dream was strange. She looked almost black and white, but not. Her hair was a startling red and her eyes a green she had never seen before, but the rest of her was all grays and whites. It was so surreal.
A touch across her back startled her out of her reverie. She felt someone pull on her arm, turning her away from the display case and starting her down the hallway again. She looked over at her side, more than a little surprised to see Jesse there. Her old, and now dead, friend smiled at her. She knew him well enough to know that the smile was forced. Jesse was nervous about something, really nervous.
She reached out, laying a concerned hand on his arm. He only gave her another strained smile, sending an apprehensive look ahead of them. Only then did she realize that there was someone walking in front of them. Tall with a mop of dark hair, she was going to guess that it was Xander. But she couldn't be sure. This guy, he walked straight up, purposefully, like he was someone big and important. When they were in high school, Xander had shuffled and slouched, hoping not to draw that much attention to himself. After all, in high school, you were either ignored and safe or noticed and abused.
So, maybe this wasn't Xander. But then it begged the question, who the hell was this guy?
Jesse pulled on her sleeve, prompting her to look his way again. She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. He only returned it with his strained one, opening his mouth to speak to her. Willow frowned, leaning in closer to hear his words, but she couldn't quite make everything out.
"Willa . . . not . . . deaths . . . danger . . . lied to us . . . don't listen . . . careful . . ."
She couldn't make out a single sentence, only those snippets of words. Every time Jesse tried to speak up, something overrode it. There was this hissing noise, like sheets swishing over one another. Jesse looked pained at the noise, tossing a glare to the figure in front of them. Willow followed his gaze, unsure what was going on. Jesse was trying to tell her something, but it seemed like this guy didn't want her to hear it.
Jesse was pulling on her sleeve again, trying to yell his words to her. But the hissing got louder and much to her concern, Jesse started to fade. She clutched at him, fear overtaking her as her fingers just swept right through him. He was looking at her in a panic, yelling at the top of his lungs but she heard nothing.
Tears were running down her face as she shook her head, trying to tell him she heard nothing. He gave up, a mere outline of Jesse, looking at the guy in front once more. Very firmly, he pointed at the guy, then at her. And then he mouthed the words very slowly, forcing her to read his lips as he faded completely out of her view. Her blood ran cold, deciphering his words for the first time.
RUN AWAY.
And then he was gone. She started, hands waving over the place where Jesse had stood seconds before. His warning came back to her as she heard the hissing finally stop. She turned, trying to head back the way she had come. But then there was a hand on her arm, preventing her from leaving. A panic welled up inside her as she was forced to turn back around.
She was whirled around, coming face to face with the stranger. She saw nothing but the same grays she had seen in Jesse, the Slytherin badge on his robes, and finally the flash of green eyes before it was all ripped away.
And then there was nothing but a large oak door. She frowned, wondering at the change of scenery. She heard something like light snoring coming from behind her. She felt something hard and cold underneath her hands, looking down to see she was gripping the doorknob rather tightly. The door was pulled open, a waft of cold washing over her as she stood in the doorway.
She looked behind her, picking out four beds, with three of them occupied. She heard some mumbling as one of the sleeping figures as they turned in their beds.
"Shut the door Willa. It's cold."
That was the second time someone had called her that. She turned back to the open door, looking out at the hallway beyond it. Cautiously, she stepped through it, pulling the door shut behind her. She looked down at her arm, noticing that she was carrying a silvery fabric in her hands. Without realizing why, she pulled it over herself and let her feet carry her where they would.
Without knowing why and becoming more afraid as she couldn't seem to stop herself, Willow made her way up to the Astronomy Tower. She made it without interruption, opening a window. Her fear grew as she stepped onto the ledge, out into the cold night air. She looked down, seeing the Hogwarts landscape stretch out before her. The Whomping Willow wasn't where it should be, but everything else remained the same. Her eyes went back down to the ground, feeling her fear become overwhelming. But her body wouldn't listen to the orders of her mind, not backing down from the ledge.
With a deep breath and screaming from deep inside of herself, Willow felt herself drop from the ledge.
*****
She was gasping for breath when she shot out of bed. Wild eyes looked over her room, breathing heavily as she tried to calm her frazzled nerves. Very slowly, her heart rate when back to normal and her fingers unclenched themselves from the bedsheets. She lowered her knees, stretching out on her bed once more.
She brought a trembling hand up, wiping it across her sweating forehead. That had been intense. Willow remembered everything so vividly, unusual for the dreams she had been having of late. But this was the first time she had ever been frightened awake by one, so maybe it was extra special.
She shook her head, clearing the cobwebs as she tried to regain her bearings. She bit her lip, remembering the last image she had seen before she woke up. Very hard ground, rushing up to meet her. The screams she had been trying to let out since she climbed onto the ledge finally roared out, adding a terrifying soundtrack to her descent.
It had been too real, far too real for her tastes. Willow gingerly swept her covers away, hesitantly moving her legs to the edge of her bed and hopping out. Very slowly, the redhead made her way to the window in her room. She pushed aside the curtains, looking cautiously outside. Just far off in the corner, she could see it. The Astronomy Tower, the place she had dreamed about. The place where her dream self had decided to kill herself.
A chill ran down her spine, causing her to shiver quite a bit. She let go of the curtains, allowing them to fall back into place. She didn't want to look at that building anymore. Not right now, she couldn't handle it. Whatever had brought that dream on had done it in a far too real way.
She frowned, thinking back on Jesse's part in it. Jesse had been there, but not Xander. She wondered why that was, and who the guy in front was. And why Jesse had wanted her to run away. Did it all mean something? Or was she just so tired from recent restless nights that her mind finally gave away to far out illusions when she finally got some sleep?
She closed her eyes, rubbing her face in an attempt to revive herself. Strange dream or not, she was going to have to get ready for breakfast. It was a big day at Hogwarts today, very special indeed. An hour or so after breakfast, the first Quidditch match of the season was going to take place and the whole school was in a frenzy. Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
Sighing, she reached for her robes. Her hands swept over the left side, the place where a badge would have been if she were a student. In her dream, there had been snake there, the symbol of Slytherin. Why of all the houses would she dream of being in that one? She didn't even like anyone in Slytherin, she sure as hell didn't feel the urge to be included in it.
She shook her head again, heading to brush her teeth. No time to worry about it. Maybe later she would send an owl to Giles, asking him what he thought of her dream. He would send her some sort of fatherly assurance, telling her mind was just being carried away.
Or he could freak out, come here, and start mumbling about approaching doom while repeatedly cleaning his glasses. Both reactions were plausible, being that it was Giles in question. But which reaction it would be was what was bothering her. One was good, the other made her blood run cold. She didn't want there to be anything behind her dreams, she just wanted it to be some strange nightmare her subconscious cooked up. But there was always that chance, that dim chance, that it wasn't.
She would find out soon enough what it was. But until then, there was Quidditch to be seen.
*****