Title: Shadows Whipser Back
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: Overall R
Content: Warning, there is some mention of rape in this fic.
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: Sorry that it took so long to get this out. I've been plagued with finals at school, but they're all over. Now I have ample time for fics and hope to get much work done on this one. Thanks to all the people who reviewed.
Part Four
It was a strange sensation. She had been bemoaning the loneliness she thought was certain in the coming months when low and behold-people had wanted to meet her.
She had been shocked when she heard a voice asking for her at the door. And then a whole slew of people walked in, four of them her cousins. She quickly came to the conclusion that they didn't know her entire story and that's why they were being so nice. She figured that someone would eventually tell them and they would be like all the others, but she could enjoy the company while it lasted.
Then there was that boy in the corner, the one with the dark hair and green eyes. He was handsome, his glasses only adding to his attractiveness. She was surprised she hadn't blushed at her train of thoughts but she didn't. She was more distracted by the mere presence of him. She felt something was off. It was a strange feeling, down in the pit of her stomach when she looked at this boy. Something about him was very familiar, but she couldn't place her finger on it.
So she had asked for his name. He was Harry Potter, and he acted like he expected her to know him by his name. She felt a little embarrassed when she saw them all looking expectantly at her. She didn't know what kind of reaction they were expecting, but it probably wouldn't happen with her. She didn't know much about this world, just enough magic so she could survive her classes. She didn't know much about anything else.
But there was his scar on his forehead. It was half hidden by a strand of his unkempt hair. She liked his hair, just flung about and all disorderly on his head. It just made him even more handsome. But she didn't have time to reflect on that. No, the scar was something much more important.
She couldn't quite explain it, but the scar filled her with a sense of foreboding. She looked at it, squinting to see its shape. It was like a lightning bolt on his forehead. And the longer she looked at it, the stranger she felt. It was like there was this fire building inside of her, a painful fire. Right now it was just momentarily uncomfortable, but it had the potential to be very painful.
She asked him about it without thinking. Her forwardness caused her to blush. She couldn't believe she had pried so rudely into the business of someone she just met. She knew that the scar couldn't be anything nice or good, but she hadn't been able to stop herself from asking. There was something very off about it, something she had to know.
But he never answered her, never got the chance to. She did however get an answer, from the doorway. It wasn't the answer she expected, filling her with another flood of fear and shame.
"Your father gave it to him."
*****
Draco's slimey voice was the first thing that he had even registered. Harry had jumped to his feet, cursing himself on the inside. He promised Hagrid that they wouldn't let anyone else in here. But they must have gotten too distracted with Willow, because Malfoy and his goons were standing in the opened doorway of the compartment.
The second thing he registered were the words that Malfoy had uttered. He stilled at once, along with everyone else in the room. He looked towards Draco, seeing the self-satisfied look on his face.
"What's wrong Potter?" the blonde sneered. "Afraid? You should be. After all, You-Know-Who's daughter has made her appearance, how long before the man himself does?"
"Take it back Malfoy!" Ron roared, the first to recover. He was all red in the face, bearing down on Draco in a rage. Fred and George were quick to join him, a united front against the Slytherins in the doorway.
"How dare you spread such awful rumors about our cousin!" Ginny added, jumping to stand next to her brothers. The Weasleys looked ready for a fight, to which Draco just smirked. Harry backed slowly away from the doorway, looking towards Willow in a bit of a haze. The redhead refused to meet his gaze, eyes going to his scar and then to the floor. She looked so ashamed. Hermione sat frozen at her side, coming to the same conclusion that Harry did.
"He's not lying," Harry whispered, not even heard over the ruckus the Weasleys were causing at the front. He turned, repeating himself and shouting to be heard.
"He's not lying!"
That stopped all arguments. The Weasleys turned, staring from Harry to their newfound cousin with horror etched on their faces. Willow bit her lip when she saw the looks on their faces. She shook her head, turning her head to look out the window. Harry caught a glimpse of her face before she turned away from all of them. She was on the verge of crying.
"Well, now that you're all quite done," Draco continued to sneer, stepping further into the room. He marched right over to Willow, smirking at her cousins as he passed them. He was quick to grab Willow's hand and bring it to his lips, causing the redhead to look at him in confusion.
"Quite a pleasure to have you at Hogwarts," he preened, winking at her quite obviously. Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. Draco was flirting with her! He dropped that huge bomb on everyone and now he was trying to suck up to Willow.
"Who are you?" she demanded, taking her hand back cautiously. The question caused him to swell with pride.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," he introduced himself. "And my family was very excited to hear that you were attending the school this year."
Willow frowned.
"How did you know I was-"
"And my father realized how hard things would be for you once you started," Draco cut her off. "And he wanted you to know its not your fault. The people at the school can be such awful prejudiced gits."
Harry thought his eyes would pop out of his head. They were prejudiced gits? Who was Malfoy kidding? Everyone knew that he was the most stuck up, elitist, prejudiced-
Everyone but Willow knew that.
"I just want you to know that me and my friends will be doing everything in our power to make your time at Hogwarts enjoyable," Draco continued, smiling rather snakishly at the redhead. "And once you're in Slytherin, you'll be treated like the Princess you are."
"Princess?" Willow repeated, a confused look coming over her face. "What are you talking about?"
"You'll find out once you're in Slytherin," Draco assured her with a pat on the hand.
"You don't know she will be," Hermione jumped in, the first to recover her voice. She glared at Malfoy, lifting her chin defiantly at him. "What if she ends up in Gryffindor? The rest of her family comes from there?"
Draco's eyes clouded over, a rage settling on his face. Willow was eyeing him cautiously now, looking worriedly over at Hermione. Draco realized this and replaced his glare with a strained smile.
"Well, it's a safe bet isn't it?" he sneered at Hermione. "Her father was in Slytherin, wasn't he? You shouldn't talk about things you know nothing about-"
"What in the world?"
Everyone looked up, seeing Hagrid, his arms laden with food and treats, glaring at them from the doorway. The giant man's eyes settled on Draco, and Crabbe and Goyle at the front of the compartment. His gaze darkened and he moved over to the bench to drop his load.
"All of you out," he ordered abruptly. "Everyone out. Now, before I start deducting points."
Draco smirked at the half giant, turning around to grab Willow's hand for another kiss. The redhead was looking at the Slytherin strangely, like she wasn't sure if she should be flattered or pissed as hell. Harry didn't have time to figure it out.
"Now," Hagrid ordered, ushering them all to the door.
"I'll see you later Princess," Draco called over his shoulder. He sneered once more at the Gryffindors around him before taking his henchmen down the hallway.
"Hagrid, is it true?" Ron asked as the professor pushed him out the door. Hagrid stopped, tossing an apprehensive look over her shoulder.
"What?" he asked distractedly.
"Her father-"
"Yes," Hagrid answered quickly, glaring down at them. "And yeh be better off keepin' that to yerself."
"Is that why you have to guard her?" Harry asked in a whisper as his friends obediently walked back into their compartment. Hagrid stilled once more, staring at Harry with wonder in his eyes.
"Guarding her?" the giant man shook his head. "Now, yeh got it all wrong there 'Arry. I'm not guarding her, I'm supposed to be protecting her."
"Protecting?" Harry repeated. Hagrid nodded, tossing another look over his shoulder.
"Just know this 'Arry," Hagrid mumbled, leaning down to whisper to the boy. "No sister of Molly Weasley would ever willingly lay with the Dark Lord. Never willingly."
And then he was slamming the door shut behind him. Harry stayed in the hallway in numb shock, thinking over Hagrid's words. He made his way back into his compartment, finding the Weasleys in an uproar.
"No wonder Mum was in such a snit over the summer," Fred was saying. "Imagine, finding out that your sister that the child of You-Know-Who. Why would any good witch let that happen?"
"She didn't," Harry mumbled, not heard by anyone but Hermione. The brunette looked sharply at him, sending a glance across the hall. Hagrid had settled back on the bench, offering treats to the barely visible Willow. He wasn't guarding her, he was protecting her.
"I mean, think of the shame," Ginny was saying. "I was confused when all those people were hugging Mum in Diagon Alley, but I guess it makes sense. To find out your sister did that and then hid the girl-"
"She didn't," Hermione interrupted, eyes flashing. "She's your aunt! How can you think that? And didn't you hear Harry. She didn't let it happen."
"No sister of Molly Weasley would ever willingly lay with the Dark Lord," Harry mumbled, turning to look at his friends. "That's what Hagrid said."
"Never willingly?" Ron repeated, alarm washing over his face. He jumped to his feet, joining Harry by the door and staring at his cousin across the hall. "You mean-"
"She didn't willing let it happen," Hermione finished for him. "You figure out what it means."
Harry felt the air go out the room. He didn't have to look to see the horrified looks on the Weasleys' faces. Imagine, finding out something that horrible happened to someone in your own family, by the worst person in the world. Harry looked harder at Willow across the hall, seeing how Hagrid kept a nervous eye on her at all times.
"He didn't know," Harry blurted out, realizing the truth all at once. He turned to his friends, a frantic look on his face. "He didn't know! He never knew about her. No one did."
"But now everyone knows," Ron finished for him, eyes going wider than before. "The Malfoys know, and therefore-"
"He knows," Harry nodded, turning back to stare at Willow in shock.
"Voldemort knows he has a daughter at Hogwarts."
*****
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: Overall R
Content: Warning, there is some mention of rape in this fic.
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: Sorry that it took so long to get this out. I've been plagued with finals at school, but they're all over. Now I have ample time for fics and hope to get much work done on this one. Thanks to all the people who reviewed.
Part Four
It was a strange sensation. She had been bemoaning the loneliness she thought was certain in the coming months when low and behold-people had wanted to meet her.
She had been shocked when she heard a voice asking for her at the door. And then a whole slew of people walked in, four of them her cousins. She quickly came to the conclusion that they didn't know her entire story and that's why they were being so nice. She figured that someone would eventually tell them and they would be like all the others, but she could enjoy the company while it lasted.
Then there was that boy in the corner, the one with the dark hair and green eyes. He was handsome, his glasses only adding to his attractiveness. She was surprised she hadn't blushed at her train of thoughts but she didn't. She was more distracted by the mere presence of him. She felt something was off. It was a strange feeling, down in the pit of her stomach when she looked at this boy. Something about him was very familiar, but she couldn't place her finger on it.
So she had asked for his name. He was Harry Potter, and he acted like he expected her to know him by his name. She felt a little embarrassed when she saw them all looking expectantly at her. She didn't know what kind of reaction they were expecting, but it probably wouldn't happen with her. She didn't know much about this world, just enough magic so she could survive her classes. She didn't know much about anything else.
But there was his scar on his forehead. It was half hidden by a strand of his unkempt hair. She liked his hair, just flung about and all disorderly on his head. It just made him even more handsome. But she didn't have time to reflect on that. No, the scar was something much more important.
She couldn't quite explain it, but the scar filled her with a sense of foreboding. She looked at it, squinting to see its shape. It was like a lightning bolt on his forehead. And the longer she looked at it, the stranger she felt. It was like there was this fire building inside of her, a painful fire. Right now it was just momentarily uncomfortable, but it had the potential to be very painful.
She asked him about it without thinking. Her forwardness caused her to blush. She couldn't believe she had pried so rudely into the business of someone she just met. She knew that the scar couldn't be anything nice or good, but she hadn't been able to stop herself from asking. There was something very off about it, something she had to know.
But he never answered her, never got the chance to. She did however get an answer, from the doorway. It wasn't the answer she expected, filling her with another flood of fear and shame.
"Your father gave it to him."
*****
Draco's slimey voice was the first thing that he had even registered. Harry had jumped to his feet, cursing himself on the inside. He promised Hagrid that they wouldn't let anyone else in here. But they must have gotten too distracted with Willow, because Malfoy and his goons were standing in the opened doorway of the compartment.
The second thing he registered were the words that Malfoy had uttered. He stilled at once, along with everyone else in the room. He looked towards Draco, seeing the self-satisfied look on his face.
"What's wrong Potter?" the blonde sneered. "Afraid? You should be. After all, You-Know-Who's daughter has made her appearance, how long before the man himself does?"
"Take it back Malfoy!" Ron roared, the first to recover. He was all red in the face, bearing down on Draco in a rage. Fred and George were quick to join him, a united front against the Slytherins in the doorway.
"How dare you spread such awful rumors about our cousin!" Ginny added, jumping to stand next to her brothers. The Weasleys looked ready for a fight, to which Draco just smirked. Harry backed slowly away from the doorway, looking towards Willow in a bit of a haze. The redhead refused to meet his gaze, eyes going to his scar and then to the floor. She looked so ashamed. Hermione sat frozen at her side, coming to the same conclusion that Harry did.
"He's not lying," Harry whispered, not even heard over the ruckus the Weasleys were causing at the front. He turned, repeating himself and shouting to be heard.
"He's not lying!"
That stopped all arguments. The Weasleys turned, staring from Harry to their newfound cousin with horror etched on their faces. Willow bit her lip when she saw the looks on their faces. She shook her head, turning her head to look out the window. Harry caught a glimpse of her face before she turned away from all of them. She was on the verge of crying.
"Well, now that you're all quite done," Draco continued to sneer, stepping further into the room. He marched right over to Willow, smirking at her cousins as he passed them. He was quick to grab Willow's hand and bring it to his lips, causing the redhead to look at him in confusion.
"Quite a pleasure to have you at Hogwarts," he preened, winking at her quite obviously. Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. Draco was flirting with her! He dropped that huge bomb on everyone and now he was trying to suck up to Willow.
"Who are you?" she demanded, taking her hand back cautiously. The question caused him to swell with pride.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," he introduced himself. "And my family was very excited to hear that you were attending the school this year."
Willow frowned.
"How did you know I was-"
"And my father realized how hard things would be for you once you started," Draco cut her off. "And he wanted you to know its not your fault. The people at the school can be such awful prejudiced gits."
Harry thought his eyes would pop out of his head. They were prejudiced gits? Who was Malfoy kidding? Everyone knew that he was the most stuck up, elitist, prejudiced-
Everyone but Willow knew that.
"I just want you to know that me and my friends will be doing everything in our power to make your time at Hogwarts enjoyable," Draco continued, smiling rather snakishly at the redhead. "And once you're in Slytherin, you'll be treated like the Princess you are."
"Princess?" Willow repeated, a confused look coming over her face. "What are you talking about?"
"You'll find out once you're in Slytherin," Draco assured her with a pat on the hand.
"You don't know she will be," Hermione jumped in, the first to recover her voice. She glared at Malfoy, lifting her chin defiantly at him. "What if she ends up in Gryffindor? The rest of her family comes from there?"
Draco's eyes clouded over, a rage settling on his face. Willow was eyeing him cautiously now, looking worriedly over at Hermione. Draco realized this and replaced his glare with a strained smile.
"Well, it's a safe bet isn't it?" he sneered at Hermione. "Her father was in Slytherin, wasn't he? You shouldn't talk about things you know nothing about-"
"What in the world?"
Everyone looked up, seeing Hagrid, his arms laden with food and treats, glaring at them from the doorway. The giant man's eyes settled on Draco, and Crabbe and Goyle at the front of the compartment. His gaze darkened and he moved over to the bench to drop his load.
"All of you out," he ordered abruptly. "Everyone out. Now, before I start deducting points."
Draco smirked at the half giant, turning around to grab Willow's hand for another kiss. The redhead was looking at the Slytherin strangely, like she wasn't sure if she should be flattered or pissed as hell. Harry didn't have time to figure it out.
"Now," Hagrid ordered, ushering them all to the door.
"I'll see you later Princess," Draco called over his shoulder. He sneered once more at the Gryffindors around him before taking his henchmen down the hallway.
"Hagrid, is it true?" Ron asked as the professor pushed him out the door. Hagrid stopped, tossing an apprehensive look over her shoulder.
"What?" he asked distractedly.
"Her father-"
"Yes," Hagrid answered quickly, glaring down at them. "And yeh be better off keepin' that to yerself."
"Is that why you have to guard her?" Harry asked in a whisper as his friends obediently walked back into their compartment. Hagrid stilled once more, staring at Harry with wonder in his eyes.
"Guarding her?" the giant man shook his head. "Now, yeh got it all wrong there 'Arry. I'm not guarding her, I'm supposed to be protecting her."
"Protecting?" Harry repeated. Hagrid nodded, tossing another look over his shoulder.
"Just know this 'Arry," Hagrid mumbled, leaning down to whisper to the boy. "No sister of Molly Weasley would ever willingly lay with the Dark Lord. Never willingly."
And then he was slamming the door shut behind him. Harry stayed in the hallway in numb shock, thinking over Hagrid's words. He made his way back into his compartment, finding the Weasleys in an uproar.
"No wonder Mum was in such a snit over the summer," Fred was saying. "Imagine, finding out that your sister that the child of You-Know-Who. Why would any good witch let that happen?"
"She didn't," Harry mumbled, not heard by anyone but Hermione. The brunette looked sharply at him, sending a glance across the hall. Hagrid had settled back on the bench, offering treats to the barely visible Willow. He wasn't guarding her, he was protecting her.
"I mean, think of the shame," Ginny was saying. "I was confused when all those people were hugging Mum in Diagon Alley, but I guess it makes sense. To find out your sister did that and then hid the girl-"
"She didn't," Hermione interrupted, eyes flashing. "She's your aunt! How can you think that? And didn't you hear Harry. She didn't let it happen."
"No sister of Molly Weasley would ever willingly lay with the Dark Lord," Harry mumbled, turning to look at his friends. "That's what Hagrid said."
"Never willingly?" Ron repeated, alarm washing over his face. He jumped to his feet, joining Harry by the door and staring at his cousin across the hall. "You mean-"
"She didn't willing let it happen," Hermione finished for him. "You figure out what it means."
Harry felt the air go out the room. He didn't have to look to see the horrified looks on the Weasleys' faces. Imagine, finding out something that horrible happened to someone in your own family, by the worst person in the world. Harry looked harder at Willow across the hall, seeing how Hagrid kept a nervous eye on her at all times.
"He didn't know," Harry blurted out, realizing the truth all at once. He turned to his friends, a frantic look on his face. "He didn't know! He never knew about her. No one did."
"But now everyone knows," Ron finished for him, eyes going wider than before. "The Malfoys know, and therefore-"
"He knows," Harry nodded, turning back to stare at Willow in shock.
"Voldemort knows he has a daughter at Hogwarts."
*****