Title: Shadows Whipser Back
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: Overall R
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Joss Whedon gets all the credit for BTVS.
Category: BTVS/HP crossover
Pairing: Willow/Harry (cause I want to try it).
Spoilers: Season Two for BTVS and Goblet of Fire for HP.
Summary: Willow's mother has been keeping things from her . . .
Notes: AU, for sure. In BTVS, every up to the end of Season Two holds, except:
1) No Oz/Willow relationship in this fic.
2) Willow and her friends are fifteen.
Notes: Thanks to all the people that reviewed. It really helps to get me going. And for all those who asked, Willow's Dad is revealed in this chapter. Not outright, but you can get it from the end.
Part Three
The scenery flew by her, a slew of greens, yellows, oranges, and reds. The train was hurtling forward at an almost unnatural speed. Wherever they were headed was still far away so the journey would take a few more hours. She didn't mind, she figured she might as well get used to long lonesome treks. She was in store for a whole school year of them.
Willow sighed, shifting her position slightly but never letting her eyes leave the window at her side. She noticed that this Hagrid person startled at the sigh she uttered, resisting the temptation to roll her eyes. If she scratched her nose, someone around her jumped. Like with every little movement they expected her to breathe fire and roast them all.
Willow snorted to herself, gritting her teeth in frustration as the sound caused Hagrid to jump in his seat. Her green eyes narrowed and she tried to not scream in anger. They were treating her like some sort of monster. But she wasn't a monster. No matter how much her biological father was.
She clenched her fists in anger, as the memories of the last few months came back to her. Her parents had packed up all her things and booked the flight to England in the last week of June. She had been given only one hour in which to say goodbye to her friends before she was stowed away in the car for the trip to the LA airport. Xander had been absolutely devastated, and quite angry with Giles. After hearing about the circumstances from her parents, the Watcher had agreed with their course of action. Willow had never felt so betrayed in her life. Giles was supposed to be on her side, not agreeing with her parents. She hadn't said a very nice goodbye to him.
Then it was from LA to London, all with a stony silence. She refused to look at her parents, regardless of the things they had told her. She knew it made sense, but she was still angry. Biology did not determine everything about a person, certainly not her. It wasn't her fault that she was the offspring of an evil man. Sorry, evil wizard she meant.
She couldn't believe that her parents had kept this from her. She could understand it on some level, but her anger with them failed her from feeling too much pity for them. Except for her mother, she really felt for her mother, but she couldn't tell her mom that. Whenever she thought of what happened, she felt this wave of guilt and self-loathing wash over her. She couldn't believe her mother had had her, when she could have easily gotten an abortion or given her up to adoption. Willow sure as hell wouldn't have been able to bear with the lifelong reminder of something like that . . .
She didn't want to think about it. No good would come from her sitting here and feeling guiltly and ashamed. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she kept repeating that to herself. No matter what reaction people had to her, it wasn't her fault. She was a good person who cared about her family and friends. She had been helping the Slayer keep the people of Sunnydale safe from the evils of the dark. She had patrolled and slayed alongside Buffy. She was a good person, and she wouldn't let others' prejudice make her think otherwise.
They seemed to think that he was ingrained in her, though she had never met him. Hell, she hadn't even known he had existed for the past fifteen years of her life. For her entire life up until the last three months, she had thought Ira Rosenburg was her father, biological and otherwise. She didn't belong to him in any matter of respect. She was Willow Rosenburg, and that's the only person she knew how to be.
But the people of this world had a hard time accepting that. The minute she stepped off the plane with her parents, they had been swarmed by distrustful wizards. She had been herded to the Ministry of Magic headquarters, forced to spend her summer in a suite of rooms underground. While there, she under went several forms of tests on her magical abilities. They wanted to gauge her, see how far advanced she was and where they would be able to send her.
She passed all their tests, having the magical prowess of a third or fourth year, something she hadn't understood at the time. And she had done it all without the aid of a wand, something that made her examiners mumble in panicked tones. It seemed to frighten them something awful, and were adamant she obtain one. They had a strange man show up in the Ministry, with wands. It had taken several hours for him to find a wand suitable to her. It had been holly, nine inches, with a phoenix feather. But of course, Willow had been feeling surly during her captivity, and she refused to use the thing. She told them she would never need a wand to do any magic, and they agreed. And then they panicked some more.
Sheila hadn't taken the testing period very well. Every time the testers started mumbling, she began to panic and occasionally burst into tears. She would get horribly wound up, insisting they were planning on sending Willow to Azkaban. Willow had snapped at her mother, yelling that maybe Willow would enjoy being in Azkaban. It was only after Ira told her exactly what Azkaban was did she retract. There was too many things she didn't know about this world. So she gave up on the teenaged surliness and taken up the age old tactic of silent treatment.
But it had gotten her nowhere. Her parents told her to remain there. Sometime in mid July they began training her instead of testing her. They wanted her to be paired with students her own age, so they began to tutor her. She caught on real fast, even using the wand. But she still didn't need it, showing her instructors after each mastered task that she had no need of the wand. It didn't make them any easier around her and Willow decided to give up on trying to make them less high strung around her. They wanted to be like that, fine by her. She didn't need them, any of them. And if she got the same treatment by the students, all the better. She already had friends back home, she didn't have to have more.
Though, even she would admit, it would have been nice to at least be given a fair chance. But she wasn't getting one, she could tell that much from the way people acted around her. She was being held accountable for his sins.
And she couldn't help but feel angry about it.
*****
"Enough of this!"
Harry looked up, frowning as Hermione rose from her seat and tugged Ginny upright with her.
"She's your cousin," the brunette spoke to the Weasley children. "And we don't know what her entire story is, but she's obviously upset about being away from her home. Would it kill you gits to go make nice? She's family."
"But, Hagrid closed the door," Ron protested. "I don't think we should-"
"You just don't like being around crying girls," Ginny spoke up. "But Hermione is right. We should at least talk to her. I'm going."
"Me too," Hermione announced, frowning when no one else offered. Her brown eyes turned onto Harry, giving him a meaningful look. The Boy Who Lived rolled his eyes and got to his feet.
"I guess I'm going too," he muttered. "But if she starts crying again, can I come hide with Ron and the twins?"
"We're not hiding!" George protested.
"Yeah," Fred agreed. "We're biding our time."
Hermione rolled her eyes, leaving the room with Ginny. Harry started after her, tossing Ron a look over his shoulder.
"If you don't come now, she'll never let you hear the end of it."
Ron sighed, agreeing with Harry's words. He climbed to his feet, glaring at his older brothers until they joined him. With somber looks, the boys followed their friends and sister to the compartment across the hall.
*****
Harry noted how Hagrid jumped when they tapped on the door. The half- giant ambled to his feet, opening the door a crack while shooting a nervous look over his shoulder at his young charge.
"Yeah?" he mumbled. "What are yeh all doin' 'ere?"
"We want to talk to our cousin," Ginny answered primly. "Is she awake?"
"I'm awake," came the answer from behind Hagrid. Hagrid closed his mouth quickly, turning to look over his shoulder again. He heaved a sigh, standing aside as the group wandered in.
"I'm just steppin' out ta grab a bite," he announced when they had settled. "Make sure no one else comes in 'ere, understand?"
They all nodded, Harry frowning at the strange instructions from the large man. Hagrid nodded nervously, shooting a strained look at the redhead by the window before leaving the compartment. He closed the door firmly and with one final look through the glass, he left.
Silence reigned in the compartment for a bit, the redhead Willow looking from face to face.
"Do you know?" she asked them.
"Know what?" Ginny asked softly.
"About me," Willow replied. "About my father-"
"We didn't even know our Mum had a sister," Fred shrugged. "So don't feel angry or anything when we say we had no idea that you existed."
Willow shook her head, giving a small smile.
"Well, might as well enjoy company while I can keep it," she shrugged. Harry frowned, mulling over the bizarre comment, not even noticing how his friends had started talking quite animately with the new student. Hermione and her were discussing some books in earnest, making Ron roll his eyes.
"Another bookworm," he bemoaned to Harry. The boy just grinned in return, starting when the new girl called out to him.
"And who are you?" she asked, green eyes looking deep into his own. "I didn't get an introduction."
Harry blushed, rising out of his seat to shake her hand.
"I'm Harry Potter," he greeted her.
"Willow Rosenburg," she replied, shaking his hand firmly. He saw her eyes wander over to his forehead, lingering on the lightning scar there. He sat back, waiting for the eventual gasp and the awed question of: Are you THE Harry Potter?
But it never came. She just tilted her head, frowning slightly at the scar.
"How did you get that?" she asked curiously, looking almost chastised in the next instance. "You know, if you don't mind me asking."
Harry didn't mind, opening his mouth to reply. But he was interrupted, by a slightly smug voice from the doorway. The reply was stunning, causing Harry's heart to pick up a beat for a second. He thought for a second that he had been hearing things, but one look at Ron's face assured him he had heard right.
"Your father gave it to him."
*****
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: Overall R
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Joss Whedon gets all the credit for BTVS.
Category: BTVS/HP crossover
Pairing: Willow/Harry (cause I want to try it).
Spoilers: Season Two for BTVS and Goblet of Fire for HP.
Summary: Willow's mother has been keeping things from her . . .
Notes: AU, for sure. In BTVS, every up to the end of Season Two holds, except:
1) No Oz/Willow relationship in this fic.
2) Willow and her friends are fifteen.
Notes: Thanks to all the people that reviewed. It really helps to get me going. And for all those who asked, Willow's Dad is revealed in this chapter. Not outright, but you can get it from the end.
Part Three
The scenery flew by her, a slew of greens, yellows, oranges, and reds. The train was hurtling forward at an almost unnatural speed. Wherever they were headed was still far away so the journey would take a few more hours. She didn't mind, she figured she might as well get used to long lonesome treks. She was in store for a whole school year of them.
Willow sighed, shifting her position slightly but never letting her eyes leave the window at her side. She noticed that this Hagrid person startled at the sigh she uttered, resisting the temptation to roll her eyes. If she scratched her nose, someone around her jumped. Like with every little movement they expected her to breathe fire and roast them all.
Willow snorted to herself, gritting her teeth in frustration as the sound caused Hagrid to jump in his seat. Her green eyes narrowed and she tried to not scream in anger. They were treating her like some sort of monster. But she wasn't a monster. No matter how much her biological father was.
She clenched her fists in anger, as the memories of the last few months came back to her. Her parents had packed up all her things and booked the flight to England in the last week of June. She had been given only one hour in which to say goodbye to her friends before she was stowed away in the car for the trip to the LA airport. Xander had been absolutely devastated, and quite angry with Giles. After hearing about the circumstances from her parents, the Watcher had agreed with their course of action. Willow had never felt so betrayed in her life. Giles was supposed to be on her side, not agreeing with her parents. She hadn't said a very nice goodbye to him.
Then it was from LA to London, all with a stony silence. She refused to look at her parents, regardless of the things they had told her. She knew it made sense, but she was still angry. Biology did not determine everything about a person, certainly not her. It wasn't her fault that she was the offspring of an evil man. Sorry, evil wizard she meant.
She couldn't believe that her parents had kept this from her. She could understand it on some level, but her anger with them failed her from feeling too much pity for them. Except for her mother, she really felt for her mother, but she couldn't tell her mom that. Whenever she thought of what happened, she felt this wave of guilt and self-loathing wash over her. She couldn't believe her mother had had her, when she could have easily gotten an abortion or given her up to adoption. Willow sure as hell wouldn't have been able to bear with the lifelong reminder of something like that . . .
She didn't want to think about it. No good would come from her sitting here and feeling guiltly and ashamed. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she kept repeating that to herself. No matter what reaction people had to her, it wasn't her fault. She was a good person who cared about her family and friends. She had been helping the Slayer keep the people of Sunnydale safe from the evils of the dark. She had patrolled and slayed alongside Buffy. She was a good person, and she wouldn't let others' prejudice make her think otherwise.
They seemed to think that he was ingrained in her, though she had never met him. Hell, she hadn't even known he had existed for the past fifteen years of her life. For her entire life up until the last three months, she had thought Ira Rosenburg was her father, biological and otherwise. She didn't belong to him in any matter of respect. She was Willow Rosenburg, and that's the only person she knew how to be.
But the people of this world had a hard time accepting that. The minute she stepped off the plane with her parents, they had been swarmed by distrustful wizards. She had been herded to the Ministry of Magic headquarters, forced to spend her summer in a suite of rooms underground. While there, she under went several forms of tests on her magical abilities. They wanted to gauge her, see how far advanced she was and where they would be able to send her.
She passed all their tests, having the magical prowess of a third or fourth year, something she hadn't understood at the time. And she had done it all without the aid of a wand, something that made her examiners mumble in panicked tones. It seemed to frighten them something awful, and were adamant she obtain one. They had a strange man show up in the Ministry, with wands. It had taken several hours for him to find a wand suitable to her. It had been holly, nine inches, with a phoenix feather. But of course, Willow had been feeling surly during her captivity, and she refused to use the thing. She told them she would never need a wand to do any magic, and they agreed. And then they panicked some more.
Sheila hadn't taken the testing period very well. Every time the testers started mumbling, she began to panic and occasionally burst into tears. She would get horribly wound up, insisting they were planning on sending Willow to Azkaban. Willow had snapped at her mother, yelling that maybe Willow would enjoy being in Azkaban. It was only after Ira told her exactly what Azkaban was did she retract. There was too many things she didn't know about this world. So she gave up on the teenaged surliness and taken up the age old tactic of silent treatment.
But it had gotten her nowhere. Her parents told her to remain there. Sometime in mid July they began training her instead of testing her. They wanted her to be paired with students her own age, so they began to tutor her. She caught on real fast, even using the wand. But she still didn't need it, showing her instructors after each mastered task that she had no need of the wand. It didn't make them any easier around her and Willow decided to give up on trying to make them less high strung around her. They wanted to be like that, fine by her. She didn't need them, any of them. And if she got the same treatment by the students, all the better. She already had friends back home, she didn't have to have more.
Though, even she would admit, it would have been nice to at least be given a fair chance. But she wasn't getting one, she could tell that much from the way people acted around her. She was being held accountable for his sins.
And she couldn't help but feel angry about it.
*****
"Enough of this!"
Harry looked up, frowning as Hermione rose from her seat and tugged Ginny upright with her.
"She's your cousin," the brunette spoke to the Weasley children. "And we don't know what her entire story is, but she's obviously upset about being away from her home. Would it kill you gits to go make nice? She's family."
"But, Hagrid closed the door," Ron protested. "I don't think we should-"
"You just don't like being around crying girls," Ginny spoke up. "But Hermione is right. We should at least talk to her. I'm going."
"Me too," Hermione announced, frowning when no one else offered. Her brown eyes turned onto Harry, giving him a meaningful look. The Boy Who Lived rolled his eyes and got to his feet.
"I guess I'm going too," he muttered. "But if she starts crying again, can I come hide with Ron and the twins?"
"We're not hiding!" George protested.
"Yeah," Fred agreed. "We're biding our time."
Hermione rolled her eyes, leaving the room with Ginny. Harry started after her, tossing Ron a look over his shoulder.
"If you don't come now, she'll never let you hear the end of it."
Ron sighed, agreeing with Harry's words. He climbed to his feet, glaring at his older brothers until they joined him. With somber looks, the boys followed their friends and sister to the compartment across the hall.
*****
Harry noted how Hagrid jumped when they tapped on the door. The half- giant ambled to his feet, opening the door a crack while shooting a nervous look over his shoulder at his young charge.
"Yeah?" he mumbled. "What are yeh all doin' 'ere?"
"We want to talk to our cousin," Ginny answered primly. "Is she awake?"
"I'm awake," came the answer from behind Hagrid. Hagrid closed his mouth quickly, turning to look over his shoulder again. He heaved a sigh, standing aside as the group wandered in.
"I'm just steppin' out ta grab a bite," he announced when they had settled. "Make sure no one else comes in 'ere, understand?"
They all nodded, Harry frowning at the strange instructions from the large man. Hagrid nodded nervously, shooting a strained look at the redhead by the window before leaving the compartment. He closed the door firmly and with one final look through the glass, he left.
Silence reigned in the compartment for a bit, the redhead Willow looking from face to face.
"Do you know?" she asked them.
"Know what?" Ginny asked softly.
"About me," Willow replied. "About my father-"
"We didn't even know our Mum had a sister," Fred shrugged. "So don't feel angry or anything when we say we had no idea that you existed."
Willow shook her head, giving a small smile.
"Well, might as well enjoy company while I can keep it," she shrugged. Harry frowned, mulling over the bizarre comment, not even noticing how his friends had started talking quite animately with the new student. Hermione and her were discussing some books in earnest, making Ron roll his eyes.
"Another bookworm," he bemoaned to Harry. The boy just grinned in return, starting when the new girl called out to him.
"And who are you?" she asked, green eyes looking deep into his own. "I didn't get an introduction."
Harry blushed, rising out of his seat to shake her hand.
"I'm Harry Potter," he greeted her.
"Willow Rosenburg," she replied, shaking his hand firmly. He saw her eyes wander over to his forehead, lingering on the lightning scar there. He sat back, waiting for the eventual gasp and the awed question of: Are you THE Harry Potter?
But it never came. She just tilted her head, frowning slightly at the scar.
"How did you get that?" she asked curiously, looking almost chastised in the next instance. "You know, if you don't mind me asking."
Harry didn't mind, opening his mouth to reply. But he was interrupted, by a slightly smug voice from the doorway. The reply was stunning, causing Harry's heart to pick up a beat for a second. He thought for a second that he had been hearing things, but one look at Ron's face assured him he had heard right.
"Your father gave it to him."
*****