Title: Shadows Whisper 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.
Okay, someone pointed out that with the changed ages, then the Angel and Buffy relationship would be kind of gross (her sleeping with him when she was like 14 or 15?). So, I'm going to change that. Angel did not lose his soul that way, he lost it another way. We'll say through something about the Judge and Druscilla. I'm working on it currently, but Buffy and Angel did not have sex.
Part Seven
And then there was chaos.
Willow reflexively clamped her hands over her ears as the Great Hall erupted into a cacophony of shouts, cries, and generally angry voices. Her eyes had flown to the Slytherin table the moment the Hat made its decision. Seemingly as one, every student at the table rose to their feet in anger. She could see Draco, his face flushed with fury, as he screamed in outrage in the direction of the Staff table. One of the Slytherin made some sort of comment aimed at the Gryffindor table and soon they were all on their feet as well, fighting with their traditional enemies.
But she couldn't move for the life of her. It was like she was watching everything through a haze. She barely registered anything being said on either side, not able to hear any of it at all, especially not when Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw jumped up and joined the ever-frighteningly loud racket.
Numb, she watched as the professors rose from the table, pushing their way to the tables and barking orders at everyone. McGonagall took the Hat from Willow's head before turning to try and gain control over her House. Professor Snape was standing at the head of the Slytherin table, barking out orders to his House. She couldn't quite hear what he was saying, but from the look on his face she knew it was pretty harsh.
Very slowly, under the disapproving glares from their professors, the students began to quiet down. Angrily, many took their seats, glares being exchanged between the Slytherin table and everyone else. The professors returned to their table, except for the Head of Houses, who stood firmly at the head of their respective tables. They were glaring down at the students, as if daring them to try their patience once more. Luckily, all the students seemed to know better and keep their mouths shut.
She was still sitting there, in front of the Staff table, too shocked to move. Her eyes were wide as they flitted over the Hall. She saw Draco again, actually sulking and pouting in his chair while throwing the occasional dirty look towards the Gryffindor. Her eyes followed his glare, going to the Gryffindor table, to find them all staring at her. Everyone had regained calm and the entire student body was now staring fixedly at her.
Willow felt her face flush, knowing she must be as red as her own hair right now. Her eyes were dropped to the ground, staring at the tips of her shoes, trying to calm her racing mind. Her eyes slid to her right, finding the now doormant Sorting Hat lying beside her. Crafty little bugger wasn't it?
When she looked up again, she saw everyone was still looking at her. Her panicked eyes went to McGonagall, only to find the woman staring at her in the same kind of shock everyone else was. Professor Sprout was trying everything in her willpower not to look afraid while she couldn't see the Ravenclaw Head of House. Looking towards Snape, she couldn't decipher anything in that man's eyes. Giddily, she noticed this was the first time he had looked directly at her. Stupid thing to notice at a time like this, but still she did.
Her fingers were clutching the rim of the stool tightly, actually starting to hurt her. But she wouldn't let go. Tense and still, the redhead sat there for the longest time, unsure of what exactly to do. Logic dictated she would go and sit at her table, but her legs would not move for the life of her. She was starting to sweat, debating whether or not she should just go back a run for it. Head wildly in the direction of anywhere but here, see if she could make it to Sunnydale before anyone could stop her. Not the most rational thought she had ever had, but the most appealing at the moment.
Even Dumbledore wasn't doing anything. She turned, looking at him for some sort of guidance. He only smiled, eyes twinkling like they had always done, and stayed silent. He seemed quite content to let this all ride out on its own. If she wasn't in such shock, Willow would have been angry at him for the lack of assistance.
Trembling by now, the redhead turned back to face her fellow students. She was starting to breathe heavily, on the verge of hyperventilating as she looked from shocked face to shocked face. Time passed, how long had it been since the Hat made its decision? Half an hour, an hour, only ten minutes? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was in Gryffindor, but she had no idea what to do after that.
The soft squeak that rang out at that instant shocked everyone, taking their attention from Willow for the time being. The redhead looked for the source of the noise, surprised to find one of her cousins standing by his table. Ron, the one that was her age, and he looked a bit lost. She saw him look to his friends, Hermione and Harry, before setting his face into a determined look.
She didn't know what to feel when he started walking up to her, ignoring the looks he was getting from his housemates. He stopped just shy of her, looking confusedly at his feet for a second before glancing up at her. He extended his hand to her and she looked at it in complete confusion.
"Come on cos," he encouraged her with a bit of a devilish grin. "The longer you sit up here, the longer Dumbledore will make us wait for the food. And I'm bleeding starving!"
She let out a laugh, trying to squish it halfway out of her mouth so that it sounded nothing more like an amused snort. He only grinned wider, grabbing her by the arm and starting to lead her back to his spot.
Dazed, she allowed herself to be led to the table. Ron seated her between himself and Harry. The dark-haired boy shot her a grin, one that was actually genuine. She returned it nervously, eyes shifting up and down the table as her fellow Housemates just stared.
She didn't even notice Dumbledore stand, starting when she heard his voice ring out. All of a sudden, food began appearing in front of her. She blinked, looking down at her plate for a second before remembering where she was. Of course, they did everything by magic here. Her parents had told her such before shipping her off.
Eventually, the shock began to wear off the Hall. Students turned their attention to their food, quietly whispering the latest happening. She heard nothing but grumbles coming from the Slytherins behind her, shooting a look over her shoulder.
Draco again was the first to come to her attention, him being the only Slytherin she actually knew by name. The look on his face was nothing short of murderous as he looked up to the Staff table. She frowned, noticing his glare seemed to be focused on Dumbledore, as if he was the cause of this. That was stupid, the only person or thing to blame was the Hat. But then again, directing his anger towards an inanimate object (well, a mostly inanimate object) might have seemed a bit stupid to him.
When he caught her looking at him, the murderous look was immediately swept from his features. She marveled at the change, seeing the seemingly sincere smile on his face. She knew that he was smiling genuinely for her, but seemed to be battling with his urge to pitch a fit over her sorting. He was odd.
Nudging from her side drew her attention back to her table. Ron was looking at her in concern.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked worriedly. She looked down at her plate in surprise, as if remembering that there was food there. She gave her cousin a frazzled smile before nodding shakily. Automatically she began placing food in her mouth, not really tasting any of it.
"It'll be okay."
This came whispered from her right, from Harry. She turned wide green eyes to him, noting the encouraging smile on his face.
"Everyone will be over it by tomorrow," he assured her. "Far too busy worrying about Potions with Snape you see."
She managed a weak smile for him, trying to let him see the gratitude she felt. He nodded, patting her hand gently before returning his attention to his food. She turned her face forward, seeing Hermione and Ginny sitting across from her. The brunette gave her a bright smile while the redhead gave her a sympathetic look.
"They'll get over it," Ginny told her honestly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Who cares if they don't?" the brunette snorted, turning her full attention to Willow. "So, what classes did you take?"
The redhead felt a bit better at that, laughing when Ron starting complaining about Hermione's obsession with school. The brunette seemed aggravated with him when he called her neurotic bookworm. Willow swore she saw Hermione's eyes flash when she demanded to know if Ron actually knew what neurotic meant. Pretty soon, the two were bickering rather viciously, both getting very flushed in the face.
"Ignore them," was Harry's advice. "They're both entirely too stubborn to just go and snog it out like they want to, so they do this. It'll pass."
"Snog?" Willow repeated, turning to arch an eyebrow at Harry. "Doesn't that mean kiss?"
Harry nodded, eyes twinkling mischievously as he looked at his best friends.
"Means exactly that."
Willow paused, following his gaze to Ron and Hermione, who were still fighting, and giggled. They kind of reminded her of Xander and Cordelia. She predicted many janitor closets and empty classrooms for those two. She laughed and shook her head.
"So," Harry started off. "Tell me about Sunnydale. Hagrid told me the strangest things about it, and I don't know if I believe him."
Willow gave a rueful smile.
"And what did he tell you?" she asked with a smile. Harry shrugged, looking towards the large man.
"Something about vampires and Hell," he replied. Willow sighed, viciously spearing a carrot with her fork.
"Well then, you know the bulk of it."
*****
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.
Okay, someone pointed out that with the changed ages, then the Angel and Buffy relationship would be kind of gross (her sleeping with him when she was like 14 or 15?). So, I'm going to change that. Angel did not lose his soul that way, he lost it another way. We'll say through something about the Judge and Druscilla. I'm working on it currently, but Buffy and Angel did not have sex.
Part Seven
And then there was chaos.
Willow reflexively clamped her hands over her ears as the Great Hall erupted into a cacophony of shouts, cries, and generally angry voices. Her eyes had flown to the Slytherin table the moment the Hat made its decision. Seemingly as one, every student at the table rose to their feet in anger. She could see Draco, his face flushed with fury, as he screamed in outrage in the direction of the Staff table. One of the Slytherin made some sort of comment aimed at the Gryffindor table and soon they were all on their feet as well, fighting with their traditional enemies.
But she couldn't move for the life of her. It was like she was watching everything through a haze. She barely registered anything being said on either side, not able to hear any of it at all, especially not when Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw jumped up and joined the ever-frighteningly loud racket.
Numb, she watched as the professors rose from the table, pushing their way to the tables and barking orders at everyone. McGonagall took the Hat from Willow's head before turning to try and gain control over her House. Professor Snape was standing at the head of the Slytherin table, barking out orders to his House. She couldn't quite hear what he was saying, but from the look on his face she knew it was pretty harsh.
Very slowly, under the disapproving glares from their professors, the students began to quiet down. Angrily, many took their seats, glares being exchanged between the Slytherin table and everyone else. The professors returned to their table, except for the Head of Houses, who stood firmly at the head of their respective tables. They were glaring down at the students, as if daring them to try their patience once more. Luckily, all the students seemed to know better and keep their mouths shut.
She was still sitting there, in front of the Staff table, too shocked to move. Her eyes were wide as they flitted over the Hall. She saw Draco again, actually sulking and pouting in his chair while throwing the occasional dirty look towards the Gryffindor. Her eyes followed his glare, going to the Gryffindor table, to find them all staring at her. Everyone had regained calm and the entire student body was now staring fixedly at her.
Willow felt her face flush, knowing she must be as red as her own hair right now. Her eyes were dropped to the ground, staring at the tips of her shoes, trying to calm her racing mind. Her eyes slid to her right, finding the now doormant Sorting Hat lying beside her. Crafty little bugger wasn't it?
When she looked up again, she saw everyone was still looking at her. Her panicked eyes went to McGonagall, only to find the woman staring at her in the same kind of shock everyone else was. Professor Sprout was trying everything in her willpower not to look afraid while she couldn't see the Ravenclaw Head of House. Looking towards Snape, she couldn't decipher anything in that man's eyes. Giddily, she noticed this was the first time he had looked directly at her. Stupid thing to notice at a time like this, but still she did.
Her fingers were clutching the rim of the stool tightly, actually starting to hurt her. But she wouldn't let go. Tense and still, the redhead sat there for the longest time, unsure of what exactly to do. Logic dictated she would go and sit at her table, but her legs would not move for the life of her. She was starting to sweat, debating whether or not she should just go back a run for it. Head wildly in the direction of anywhere but here, see if she could make it to Sunnydale before anyone could stop her. Not the most rational thought she had ever had, but the most appealing at the moment.
Even Dumbledore wasn't doing anything. She turned, looking at him for some sort of guidance. He only smiled, eyes twinkling like they had always done, and stayed silent. He seemed quite content to let this all ride out on its own. If she wasn't in such shock, Willow would have been angry at him for the lack of assistance.
Trembling by now, the redhead turned back to face her fellow students. She was starting to breathe heavily, on the verge of hyperventilating as she looked from shocked face to shocked face. Time passed, how long had it been since the Hat made its decision? Half an hour, an hour, only ten minutes? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was in Gryffindor, but she had no idea what to do after that.
The soft squeak that rang out at that instant shocked everyone, taking their attention from Willow for the time being. The redhead looked for the source of the noise, surprised to find one of her cousins standing by his table. Ron, the one that was her age, and he looked a bit lost. She saw him look to his friends, Hermione and Harry, before setting his face into a determined look.
She didn't know what to feel when he started walking up to her, ignoring the looks he was getting from his housemates. He stopped just shy of her, looking confusedly at his feet for a second before glancing up at her. He extended his hand to her and she looked at it in complete confusion.
"Come on cos," he encouraged her with a bit of a devilish grin. "The longer you sit up here, the longer Dumbledore will make us wait for the food. And I'm bleeding starving!"
She let out a laugh, trying to squish it halfway out of her mouth so that it sounded nothing more like an amused snort. He only grinned wider, grabbing her by the arm and starting to lead her back to his spot.
Dazed, she allowed herself to be led to the table. Ron seated her between himself and Harry. The dark-haired boy shot her a grin, one that was actually genuine. She returned it nervously, eyes shifting up and down the table as her fellow Housemates just stared.
She didn't even notice Dumbledore stand, starting when she heard his voice ring out. All of a sudden, food began appearing in front of her. She blinked, looking down at her plate for a second before remembering where she was. Of course, they did everything by magic here. Her parents had told her such before shipping her off.
Eventually, the shock began to wear off the Hall. Students turned their attention to their food, quietly whispering the latest happening. She heard nothing but grumbles coming from the Slytherins behind her, shooting a look over her shoulder.
Draco again was the first to come to her attention, him being the only Slytherin she actually knew by name. The look on his face was nothing short of murderous as he looked up to the Staff table. She frowned, noticing his glare seemed to be focused on Dumbledore, as if he was the cause of this. That was stupid, the only person or thing to blame was the Hat. But then again, directing his anger towards an inanimate object (well, a mostly inanimate object) might have seemed a bit stupid to him.
When he caught her looking at him, the murderous look was immediately swept from his features. She marveled at the change, seeing the seemingly sincere smile on his face. She knew that he was smiling genuinely for her, but seemed to be battling with his urge to pitch a fit over her sorting. He was odd.
Nudging from her side drew her attention back to her table. Ron was looking at her in concern.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked worriedly. She looked down at her plate in surprise, as if remembering that there was food there. She gave her cousin a frazzled smile before nodding shakily. Automatically she began placing food in her mouth, not really tasting any of it.
"It'll be okay."
This came whispered from her right, from Harry. She turned wide green eyes to him, noting the encouraging smile on his face.
"Everyone will be over it by tomorrow," he assured her. "Far too busy worrying about Potions with Snape you see."
She managed a weak smile for him, trying to let him see the gratitude she felt. He nodded, patting her hand gently before returning his attention to his food. She turned her face forward, seeing Hermione and Ginny sitting across from her. The brunette gave her a bright smile while the redhead gave her a sympathetic look.
"They'll get over it," Ginny told her honestly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Who cares if they don't?" the brunette snorted, turning her full attention to Willow. "So, what classes did you take?"
The redhead felt a bit better at that, laughing when Ron starting complaining about Hermione's obsession with school. The brunette seemed aggravated with him when he called her neurotic bookworm. Willow swore she saw Hermione's eyes flash when she demanded to know if Ron actually knew what neurotic meant. Pretty soon, the two were bickering rather viciously, both getting very flushed in the face.
"Ignore them," was Harry's advice. "They're both entirely too stubborn to just go and snog it out like they want to, so they do this. It'll pass."
"Snog?" Willow repeated, turning to arch an eyebrow at Harry. "Doesn't that mean kiss?"
Harry nodded, eyes twinkling mischievously as he looked at his best friends.
"Means exactly that."
Willow paused, following his gaze to Ron and Hermione, who were still fighting, and giggled. They kind of reminded her of Xander and Cordelia. She predicted many janitor closets and empty classrooms for those two. She laughed and shook her head.
"So," Harry started off. "Tell me about Sunnydale. Hagrid told me the strangest things about it, and I don't know if I believe him."
Willow gave a rueful smile.
"And what did he tell you?" she asked with a smile. Harry shrugged, looking towards the large man.
"Something about vampires and Hell," he replied. Willow sighed, viciously spearing a carrot with her fork.
"Well then, you know the bulk of it."
*****