Title: Passion Potion (2/?)
Author: Addy (BadAddy2004@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13, possibly an eventual R rating
Pairing: Haven't really decided yet, but if you like Willow/Spike, Willow/Harry, Willow/Draco, Willow/Snape, or all of the above, then I think you'll like this story. (For all you webmistresses that don't know where to put this, just stick it in the W/H and W/D sections for now.)
Distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, WLS, Semper Fidelis, Fanfiction.net
Summary: Willow makes a mistake while trying to get over Tara's death, and ends up with magical males chasing after her… what's the poor girl to do?
Notes: BtVS/HP X-Over. If anyone thinks they'd be a good beta reader, holla at me.
Spoilers:
IMPORTANT!!!: Willow is 18. This is AU, b/c I have just squeezed everything that happened from the last 4 seasons into her senior year of high school. Yay creative license! (Ascension/graduation happened, Oz left, Initiative happened, Spike got the chip, Glory happened, Warren happened, Tara died, and Willow tried to end the world, and Spike lost the chip... but he doesn't have a soul. Giles & the Magic Box are still around.)
Harry, Malfoy, etc., are 18, and in their 7th year at Hogwarts.
It's winter, just after Christmas time, both in Sunnydale and at Hogwarts…
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Chapter 2: Fly By Night
Willow transported Spike to the Magic Box while she went for the potions book she had left in Buffy's house. Once there, she immediately called Giles and relayed the events of the past 40 minutes to him.
"…And I'm not sure if I've affected everyone or all males or all vampires or what," she said, her distress obvious. "What am I going to do, Giles?"
"Willow," he said, his voice strained, "It's affecting me. I want you to listen to me very closely, with those pretty ears of yours that are just right for nimbling-"
"Giles!" Willow turned bright red. "Come on, what do I need to do?"
"You need to come over here, Willow. I'll protect you from Spike, I promise. I lov-"
"Stop!" Willow yelled into the phone, tears stinging in her eyes. This man had always been like a father to her, and now… "Giles, please, just focus and tell me how I can fix this."
"Willow… I'm sending Buffy over with an owl… Write a letter to Hogwarts." Willow was about to ask who or what this Hogwarts was when Giles answered her unasked question. "Hogwarts is the world's most prestigious school of witchcraft and wizardry. I always hoped you'd go there… address the lestter to a potions professor named Snape and to the headmaster, Dumbledore. Include a copy of the ingredients… in the potion and tie the letters to the owl; it will know what to do. Until you get a reply, don't let any… male… with any magical abilities or aspects… near you. The love Tara felt for you would hit him tenfold. It gets worse with time… it's so hard for Spike and me because we've known you for so long. With anyone else, it would take… two weeks, four at the most, before he felt… the full effects." His voice sounded so overtaxed with the effort he was using to stay in his right mind. "If Spike follows you to Hogwarts, do anything, and I mean anything, to get away from him. Be careful. I love you."
Willow knew he meant those last words paternally, and that was the only thing preventing her from completely losing it. "I love you too, Giles. Give my love to everyone."
"Why don't you come over and-" Willow slammed the phone down, unwilling to listen any more to the man who, for all intents and purposes, may as well have been her father. She quickly wrote out two letters, copied the spell, and began packing, waiting for Buffy to arrive. She was there within minutes, dripping wet.
"Oh God, Wills, I'm gonna miss you!" She hugged the red-head tightly. "Giles told me everything. I'm so sorry I wasn't there more for you after Tara... If I had been there, maybe you wouldn't have-"
"Buffy, stop. This is in no way your fault. It'll all work out, I promise. See this?" Willow pulled away from Buffy and pointed to her face. "Resolve face. Everything will be fine." Willow paused for a moment, letting her own words sink in and willing herself to believe them. Everything would be fine. "So, you brought the owl, right?"
Buffy nodded, lifting up the cage. "Here he is. Giles said his name is Tweedy, because the feathers look like tweed." They really did, too; after Tweedy shook himself dry, Willow stroked the bird while bringing him out of the cage, just to make sure they were genuine feathers. The bird hooted happily in response to her attentions. "Do you know what to do with these?" Willow asked the owl, showing him the rolled up letters. He looked strangely intelligent, and she half expected him to reply out loud. As it was, he did answer her question by lifting up his right foot, which had a string dangling from it. "Ahhh," she said, tying the letters to the owl's leg. "I guess I should let you go now. Hurry back!" She shouted as she release the bird into the night, out the window that Buffy had opened. Buffy quickly shut it again.
"Come on," Buffy said, lightly tugging Willow away from the window. "Lets get you all packed."
In less than an hour there was a tap on the window. Buffy peered out the window, struggling to see through the darkness, and came eye-to-eye with… something. Realization struck her when she saw feathers pressed up against the pane of glass. "Hey, Wills! Tweedy's back already." Willow looked up from her suitcase, still going through her mental checklist. Ok, I've packed my magic supplies, toiletries, my underwear, my clothes… oh, and my coat. Feeling satisfied, Willow headed off to the kitchen to get water and crackers for the owl. When she returned, the owl left its perch on the bookcase and settled on her shoulder. It began to… nuzzle her hair? No, it probably just saw something caught in it – owls do not nuzzle hair. She gently put Tweedy, along with the crackers and water, into his cage after she untied the letter he was carrying.
Dear Miss Rosenburg ~
Professor Snape and I agree that you must come to Hogwarts immediately. Professor Snape is a superb Potions Master and will undoubtedly find a way to rectify the situation. Until then, we have the capacity to keep you safe from any unwanted suitors. A staff member will arrive to pick you up shortly.
~ Albus Dumbledore
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster
Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizard.
P.S.
Perhaps you could use a little instruction in your potions endeavors? I'm sure Professor Snape would be more than happy to oblige you.
After Willow had read the letter, she handed it to Buffy. Buffy skimmed through it, then asked, "Hey Wills, what exactly is a Supreme Mugwump?"
Willow shrugged. "I don't know, but at least he sounds qualified. I'll ask when I get to Hogwarts."
"Call me – er, owl me – when ya do, ok? I'd love to add that to my title. You know, 'Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Supreme Mugwump.'"
Willow grinned. "Sounds catchy. I wonder when I'm gonna get picked up, anyway."
Almost as if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Willow zipped up her suitcase and got up to answer it, but Buffy grabbed her arm. "We don't know who it is," she whispered. "Let me get it." Willow nodded, pulling her suitcase off of the bed with a 'thunk.' Buffy just shook her head. "Well, so much for the element of surprise."
Buffy walked down the stairs and looked through the peephole. Maybe it was just the magnification of the peephole, but the man on the other side look enormous. "Who is it?" Buffy asked, wondering if Willow's little problem would start attracting magical creature of all kinds. Would the Slayer even be able to fend them all off of her friend?
"Dumbledore's sent me 'ere ta pick up Willow Rosenburg, an' we need ta leave 'mediately. But I'd not say no ter an 'nvitation inside, mind. T'sa mite wet out 'ere."
Buffy looked back at Willow, silently asking the question, 'should I let him in?' Willow nodded. "It's okay Buff. Let him in."
Buffy unlocked the door and opened it slowly before letting out a small gasp. There stood a man twice as tall as she was, and wider that anything that could possibly fit through the door. After trying to for a few moments, he just shook his head. "That's summat ya might want ter 'ave fixed. Yer doors too small."
Buffy shrugged. "Not really used to having giants walk through it."
"I'm only half giant, mind. Are you Willow?"
Willow stepped forward with her suitcase in hand. "No, that would be me."
"Willow. Lovely lil' thing, aren't ya?" He reached inside to lift up her bag, but Buffy grabbed his hand and held it down, looking up at him expectantly. At his surprised look, she elaborated on her expectations. "And you are…?"
With a chuckle, he let go of the bag and shook Buffy's hand. "Oh, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Call me Hagrid, everyone does. Who'm I meetin'?"
"Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer." She let go of his hand and then handed him Willow's suitcase. "Just call me Buffy."
"Well, Buffy, ya take good care o' yer friends, I see. And I knew there'd be a mite o' magic in yeh too. No ord'nary Muggle could 'ave that kind o' grip."
She grinned. She wasn't entirely sure of what a Muggle was, but hey, a compliment's a compliment, right? "Thanks. I work out."
A clap of thunder reminded them of the task at hand: finding a cure Willow. "Come on, Willow, we best be goin' now. Dumbledore an' Professor Snape are goin' ta want ter talk to yeh."
Willow nodded. "I'll meet you out there. Just let me say goodbye really quick."
"Aww, Wills, what am I gonna do without you?" Buffy asked, drawing Willow into another bone-crushing hug.
"Well, you're going to stop squeezing the air out of me, for one." Buffy laughed and loosened her grip. "And then you're going to keep on slaying evil baddies until I get back."
Willow's goodbyes were interrupted by the revving of a… motorbike? "I'd better go, Buff. I'll send you an owl whenever I can. Tell Xander and Dawnie and everyone that I'll miss them. Bye!"
"Bye, Wills!"
Willow threw a wave over her shoulder as she dashed through the rain to Hagrid's motorbike. "C'mere, then," Hagrid said, helping her onto the motorbike. "Now hold on tight!" he shouted as they took off into the night.
Rising up into the night sky, Willow wished she had remembered to wear her coat instead of packing it. Though the night itself wasn't especially cold, it was still raining and the wind was biting into her skin. Willow's body began to shiver while the air got thinner. Her teeth started chattering as they traveled further north. When she noticed it was no longer raining, but snowing, Willow knew the drowsiness she was feeling wasn't because of the hour; she was used to staying up late to fight demons on the Hellmouth. No, it was the kind of sleepiness that comes from being too cold for too long. She hated to seem like a petulant child, but she just couldn't seem to stop the "Are we there yet?" from escaping her lips with a yawn.
"Oh, I nearly fergot ta tell ya. We need ta pick up summun else 'fore we go back ter Hogwarts. Two summuns, act'ally. One's gotten himself inter trouble with the Durselys again, so I need ta pick 'im up. An' the other's parents were jus' captured by the Ministry fer, 'engagin' in questionable magics.' 'Bout time they were caught, if ya ask me."
Despite her languor, her curiosity got the better of her. "Who are they?"
She drifted off to sleep right before hearing his response: "Draco Malfoy an' Harry Potter."
End Chapter 2
AN: Yes, our favorite bad boy and golden boy from the Harry Potter series will finally make an entrance. Stay tuned, and send feedback! Makes me happy, and a happy author writes faster.
