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 Eight
"All right, first years up front! Follow me!"
Willow bit her lip, standing very close to Harry and Ron, relieved to know that Ginny and the twins were at her back, closing her off from all other students. No offence to any of her other housemates, but she wasn't comfortable with them. Mostly due to the fact that they weren't comfortable with her.
She tried to ignore them as she shuffled along with the other students, hands clutching at the back of Ron's robes as everyone trailed after Hermione. Apparently the girl was something called a prefect, which was kind of like a hall monitor but with more power. Hermione was darn proud of being a prefect, though it was something
Ron ridiculed her about often over dinner. There was some reference to her being a she-Percy, who Ginny informed her was another Weasley. One of her older cousins apparently, though it wasn't explained why being a she-Percy was a bad thing.
Anyway, Hermione was leading all of Gryffindor up to their dorm, which was in a tower. Her parents had explained all this to her, telling her how each house had their own section of the school, complete with rooms and a common room which was cut off from the rest of the school by a tunnel guarded by a painting.
She had thought they were joking. But they weren't, because here she was, following everyone as they made their way towards some painting the older students referred to as the 'Fat Lady'. Willow didn't think that name was all that nice, but Harry assured her that the painting did not mind.
There was the occasional glance in her direction, followed by a bout of hushed conferences. She tried her best to ignore them, struggling not to lash out when she heard some of the things they were saying. The most popular being 'why isn't she in Slytherin'? It was a question she herself didn't know the answer to, and she didn't want
to dwell on it. She was just grateful she was placed in a house other than that particular one. If she had been, Willow knew it would have been only a matter of time before she was officially declared evil.
Right now, being in Gryffindor and related to the Weasleys, well that was the only thing keeping people indecisive about her. Was she the spawn of all evil or not? Would she be as bad as her father or not? Were they safe with Voldemort's daughter sleeping under their roof?
In all honesty, she didn't know the answers to most of those questions. Willow didn't feel evil, and she sure as hell didn't like that whole devil spawn theory, but she just didn't know. Back when she did that curse, she was deep in some dark magics. And even though she was doing it for her friends, a way of trying to save the world and Angel at the same time, the dark seemed awfully inticing for a few moments. Just a few, before she came back to herself, the redhead found herself wondering just what it would feel like if she didn't go back to herself, if she just stayed where she was, swimming in dark power . . . but just for a minute. And then she was back to
being good old Willow, devout Scooby and computer extraordinaire. But there had been that temptation.
As for being safe with her under the roof, Willow had to agree with her parents on this. She was at a lot more risk just being out in the open in this world. Forget about other students being safe from her, would she be safe from everyone else? Her mother had told her, there were a lot of people who hated HIM out there. Not that they didn't have a good reason for hating him, but there was that threat they representing to her.
She wished desperately that Buffy was here with her. The Slayer would keep her safe and let her know that she wasn't evil. That she was just Willow, completely through and through. No evil, just a good friend and one hell of a computer nerd. That was what Buffy would say, or at least she thought that was what Buffy would say. Her conceptions about her best friend were under some heavy suspicious. There was a time when she would have never thought Buffy would run away from home, but it had happened. Something had changed for her friend, and not for the first time Willow found herself wondering where she was, and whether or not she was safe.
Or if she was with Angel, yet another person missing in action. The curse worked, she knew that for certain. Willow had felt it work, felt something go through her. Angel was back, but where he was in particular, that the redhead could not say for certain.
"You okay?"
She practically jumped when she heard Harry's voice in her ear. Wide green eyes went to his, a fake smile quick to plaster over her features.
"Fine," she lied quickly. He frowned, his face telling her that he didn't buy that for one second.
"Really," she insisted. "I'm just thinking too much. Xander's always telling me that I do that a lot, so next time, just poke me or something and I'll stop."
He gave her a small smile at that babble, attention returning to Hermione as she stopped by the Fat Lady.
"Okay, now this is the entrance to the Gryffindor common room," Hermione explained, her voice carrying over all the students bunched around. "You need the password in order for the door to open, so be sure to remember it."
Willow heard a small groan come from somewhere beside Ron. She took in the slightly round boy with dark hair who seemed to be paling at the thought of remembering a password. He looked so forlorn, she immediately felt for him.
"Don't worry Neville," came the whisper from Ron. "Hermione would choose something that you could remember."
That seemed to cheer the boy, Neville, up. Curious, Willow looked back to where Hermione stood, patiently waiting for everyone's attention.
"Okay, the password is . . . " her brown eyes seemed to wander over the crowd, catching those of her two best friends. A smile blossomed over her features and she winked at the two of them, causing Willow's curiosity to go through the roof.
"Ferret Boy."
She didn't get it, but apparently all the other Gryffindors, save the first years, did get it. There was a chorus of snickers and a few cheers as the passage opened and Hermione began to lead everyone inside.
"That's our girl," was the appreciative chuckle from Ron. Willow frowned, turning to Harry for guidance. He patted her shoulder, giving her a grin.
"I'll explain later."
*****
Willow sat cautiously on her bed, ignoring the other two girls in the room with her. Lavender and Parvati, she thought their names were. The two weren't unfriendly or anything, but they seemed to be a bit too afraid of her to warrant conversation.
So she ignored them, grateful that she was placed in the same room as Hermione, though she felt that might have been planned. Dumbledore had taken to winking at her throughout dinner, leading her to believe that he made sure she wouldn't be completed isolated or alienated. Either that or he was planning to have a frog placed in her bed while she slept. She honestly didn't know with that man.
A sigh escaped her as she plucked at her bed covers. Her eyes traveled to her nighttable where the letter she composed to Xander and the others back home. It would be sent by owl the next morning. She just prayed that Xander wouldn't freak out when the bird showed up at his window. Not the most normal way of sending mail, but apparently a lot faster than human methods.
Her mind flittered back to the Hellmouth and she gave a shiver. No Slayer and the Scooby gang in shambles, there wasn't much keeping the Hellmouth together nowadays. She sent a prayer upwards, hoping that Giles's attempts to find Buffy proved to be fruitful and soon. Sunnydale wasn't in the greatest shape before she left, it couldn't have gotten any better by now. To think, the most evil place on earth was left virtually defenceless because the good side couldn't locate their heroes. Man, evil was bad, but at least it was organized.
The sound of the door opening alerted her to Hermione's presence. The prefect smiled a greeting at the other two girls before joining Willow on hers.
"How are you feeling?" she asked quietly. Willow gave a small shrug and a ghost of a smile.
"I don't know," the redhead confessed. "I guess I hadn't really noticed how fast things had been going. Just seems like the other day I did that damn curse-"
"Curse?" Hermione repeated, eyebrows raised.
"Not a bad curse," Willow quickly amended. "Well, depends on who you are, it wasn't a bad curse. For Angelus it was bad, but then again, Angelus was a mean old vampire so I don't think anyone cares about
his opinion much. Anyway, it was for the best. It made evil Angelus go away and replace him with good but broody Angel. And while Angel broods, he never wants to suck the world into hell. At least, I don't think he doesn't."
Hermione blinked, mind processing that babble rather well.
"You cursed a vampire?" she ventured slowly.
"With a soul," Willow nodded. "Because they don't have souls when the demon takes up shop, so I gave him his back so the demon wouldn't be in control anymore."
"Oh," Hermione looked a bit pale. "That sounds like a complicated spell."
"It was," Willow conceded. "But I don't think I did it all on my own. I mean, I started it off, and then it was like something took over my senses and finished it."
"You were possessed?" Hermione looked positively gleeful.
"Well, I don't know if you could say that," Willow frowned thoughtfully. "It was more like there was someone else with me, helping me finish the curse. Probably a gypsy spirit, considering it was a Romany curse."
"A Romany curse!" Hermione repeated with excitement, bouncing on the bed a bit. "Well, that's just-wow! A Romany curse!"
"Yeah," Willow nodded, grinning over her obvious excitement. "You want to know about it?"
Hermione nodded so hard Willow was afraid she would hurt her neck.
"Well, okay . . ."
*****
She was in Gryffindor!
That wasn't right. It wasn't right at all. She was the Dark Princess and she was in Gryffindor!
Draco growled, shifting in his bed unhappily. His father was going to be furious, and when HE heard, there would be hell to pay. HIS own daughter, in Gryffindor.
Draco knew he was going to be in for a screaming. His father's instructions before he left for school were very clear. Make sure that Willow was kept far away from Harry Potter. And with her in Gryffindor, that wasn't going to be possible. As well, Potter seemed to have attached himself to the girl's side. It was disgusting
watching how he ogled the girl. Draco didn't even want to be in the same country as his father and Dark Lord should it come to pass that those two became an item. He gave a bit of a shudder.
It was bad enough she seemed to have befriended the Golden Boy anyway. His father had wanted him to charm Willow, get her on their side. How he was supposed to do that with her in Gryffindor was beyond him, but no doubt his father would want it done even more once the news reached him. Draco was screwed.
There was going to be mayhem coming in the next little while. That was certain.
Draco just didn't want to be caught up in 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 Eight
"All right, first years up front! Follow me!"
Willow bit her lip, standing very close to Harry and Ron, relieved to know that Ginny and the twins were at her back, closing her off from all other students. No offence to any of her other housemates, but she wasn't comfortable with them. Mostly due to the fact that they weren't comfortable with her.
She tried to ignore them as she shuffled along with the other students, hands clutching at the back of Ron's robes as everyone trailed after Hermione. Apparently the girl was something called a prefect, which was kind of like a hall monitor but with more power. Hermione was darn proud of being a prefect, though it was something
Ron ridiculed her about often over dinner. There was some reference to her being a she-Percy, who Ginny informed her was another Weasley. One of her older cousins apparently, though it wasn't explained why being a she-Percy was a bad thing.
Anyway, Hermione was leading all of Gryffindor up to their dorm, which was in a tower. Her parents had explained all this to her, telling her how each house had their own section of the school, complete with rooms and a common room which was cut off from the rest of the school by a tunnel guarded by a painting.
She had thought they were joking. But they weren't, because here she was, following everyone as they made their way towards some painting the older students referred to as the 'Fat Lady'. Willow didn't think that name was all that nice, but Harry assured her that the painting did not mind.
There was the occasional glance in her direction, followed by a bout of hushed conferences. She tried her best to ignore them, struggling not to lash out when she heard some of the things they were saying. The most popular being 'why isn't she in Slytherin'? It was a question she herself didn't know the answer to, and she didn't want
to dwell on it. She was just grateful she was placed in a house other than that particular one. If she had been, Willow knew it would have been only a matter of time before she was officially declared evil.
Right now, being in Gryffindor and related to the Weasleys, well that was the only thing keeping people indecisive about her. Was she the spawn of all evil or not? Would she be as bad as her father or not? Were they safe with Voldemort's daughter sleeping under their roof?
In all honesty, she didn't know the answers to most of those questions. Willow didn't feel evil, and she sure as hell didn't like that whole devil spawn theory, but she just didn't know. Back when she did that curse, she was deep in some dark magics. And even though she was doing it for her friends, a way of trying to save the world and Angel at the same time, the dark seemed awfully inticing for a few moments. Just a few, before she came back to herself, the redhead found herself wondering just what it would feel like if she didn't go back to herself, if she just stayed where she was, swimming in dark power . . . but just for a minute. And then she was back to
being good old Willow, devout Scooby and computer extraordinaire. But there had been that temptation.
As for being safe with her under the roof, Willow had to agree with her parents on this. She was at a lot more risk just being out in the open in this world. Forget about other students being safe from her, would she be safe from everyone else? Her mother had told her, there were a lot of people who hated HIM out there. Not that they didn't have a good reason for hating him, but there was that threat they representing to her.
She wished desperately that Buffy was here with her. The Slayer would keep her safe and let her know that she wasn't evil. That she was just Willow, completely through and through. No evil, just a good friend and one hell of a computer nerd. That was what Buffy would say, or at least she thought that was what Buffy would say. Her conceptions about her best friend were under some heavy suspicious. There was a time when she would have never thought Buffy would run away from home, but it had happened. Something had changed for her friend, and not for the first time Willow found herself wondering where she was, and whether or not she was safe.
Or if she was with Angel, yet another person missing in action. The curse worked, she knew that for certain. Willow had felt it work, felt something go through her. Angel was back, but where he was in particular, that the redhead could not say for certain.
"You okay?"
She practically jumped when she heard Harry's voice in her ear. Wide green eyes went to his, a fake smile quick to plaster over her features.
"Fine," she lied quickly. He frowned, his face telling her that he didn't buy that for one second.
"Really," she insisted. "I'm just thinking too much. Xander's always telling me that I do that a lot, so next time, just poke me or something and I'll stop."
He gave her a small smile at that babble, attention returning to Hermione as she stopped by the Fat Lady.
"Okay, now this is the entrance to the Gryffindor common room," Hermione explained, her voice carrying over all the students bunched around. "You need the password in order for the door to open, so be sure to remember it."
Willow heard a small groan come from somewhere beside Ron. She took in the slightly round boy with dark hair who seemed to be paling at the thought of remembering a password. He looked so forlorn, she immediately felt for him.
"Don't worry Neville," came the whisper from Ron. "Hermione would choose something that you could remember."
That seemed to cheer the boy, Neville, up. Curious, Willow looked back to where Hermione stood, patiently waiting for everyone's attention.
"Okay, the password is . . . " her brown eyes seemed to wander over the crowd, catching those of her two best friends. A smile blossomed over her features and she winked at the two of them, causing Willow's curiosity to go through the roof.
"Ferret Boy."
She didn't get it, but apparently all the other Gryffindors, save the first years, did get it. There was a chorus of snickers and a few cheers as the passage opened and Hermione began to lead everyone inside.
"That's our girl," was the appreciative chuckle from Ron. Willow frowned, turning to Harry for guidance. He patted her shoulder, giving her a grin.
"I'll explain later."
*****
Willow sat cautiously on her bed, ignoring the other two girls in the room with her. Lavender and Parvati, she thought their names were. The two weren't unfriendly or anything, but they seemed to be a bit too afraid of her to warrant conversation.
So she ignored them, grateful that she was placed in the same room as Hermione, though she felt that might have been planned. Dumbledore had taken to winking at her throughout dinner, leading her to believe that he made sure she wouldn't be completed isolated or alienated. Either that or he was planning to have a frog placed in her bed while she slept. She honestly didn't know with that man.
A sigh escaped her as she plucked at her bed covers. Her eyes traveled to her nighttable where the letter she composed to Xander and the others back home. It would be sent by owl the next morning. She just prayed that Xander wouldn't freak out when the bird showed up at his window. Not the most normal way of sending mail, but apparently a lot faster than human methods.
Her mind flittered back to the Hellmouth and she gave a shiver. No Slayer and the Scooby gang in shambles, there wasn't much keeping the Hellmouth together nowadays. She sent a prayer upwards, hoping that Giles's attempts to find Buffy proved to be fruitful and soon. Sunnydale wasn't in the greatest shape before she left, it couldn't have gotten any better by now. To think, the most evil place on earth was left virtually defenceless because the good side couldn't locate their heroes. Man, evil was bad, but at least it was organized.
The sound of the door opening alerted her to Hermione's presence. The prefect smiled a greeting at the other two girls before joining Willow on hers.
"How are you feeling?" she asked quietly. Willow gave a small shrug and a ghost of a smile.
"I don't know," the redhead confessed. "I guess I hadn't really noticed how fast things had been going. Just seems like the other day I did that damn curse-"
"Curse?" Hermione repeated, eyebrows raised.
"Not a bad curse," Willow quickly amended. "Well, depends on who you are, it wasn't a bad curse. For Angelus it was bad, but then again, Angelus was a mean old vampire so I don't think anyone cares about
his opinion much. Anyway, it was for the best. It made evil Angelus go away and replace him with good but broody Angel. And while Angel broods, he never wants to suck the world into hell. At least, I don't think he doesn't."
Hermione blinked, mind processing that babble rather well.
"You cursed a vampire?" she ventured slowly.
"With a soul," Willow nodded. "Because they don't have souls when the demon takes up shop, so I gave him his back so the demon wouldn't be in control anymore."
"Oh," Hermione looked a bit pale. "That sounds like a complicated spell."
"It was," Willow conceded. "But I don't think I did it all on my own. I mean, I started it off, and then it was like something took over my senses and finished it."
"You were possessed?" Hermione looked positively gleeful.
"Well, I don't know if you could say that," Willow frowned thoughtfully. "It was more like there was someone else with me, helping me finish the curse. Probably a gypsy spirit, considering it was a Romany curse."
"A Romany curse!" Hermione repeated with excitement, bouncing on the bed a bit. "Well, that's just-wow! A Romany curse!"
"Yeah," Willow nodded, grinning over her obvious excitement. "You want to know about it?"
Hermione nodded so hard Willow was afraid she would hurt her neck.
"Well, okay . . ."
*****
She was in Gryffindor!
That wasn't right. It wasn't right at all. She was the Dark Princess and she was in Gryffindor!
Draco growled, shifting in his bed unhappily. His father was going to be furious, and when HE heard, there would be hell to pay. HIS own daughter, in Gryffindor.
Draco knew he was going to be in for a screaming. His father's instructions before he left for school were very clear. Make sure that Willow was kept far away from Harry Potter. And with her in Gryffindor, that wasn't going to be possible. As well, Potter seemed to have attached himself to the girl's side. It was disgusting
watching how he ogled the girl. Draco didn't even want to be in the same country as his father and Dark Lord should it come to pass that those two became an item. He gave a bit of a shudder.
It was bad enough she seemed to have befriended the Golden Boy anyway. His father had wanted him to charm Willow, get her on their side. How he was supposed to do that with her in Gryffindor was beyond him, but no doubt his father would want it done even more once the news reached him. Draco was screwed.
There was going to be mayhem coming in the next little while. That was certain.
Draco just didn't want to be caught up in it.
*****