Title: Passion Potion (3/?)
Author: Addy (BadAddy47@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, OADNT
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 3: A Minor Detour
Note: Totally got the first line from 'Love in the Time of Cholera' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I just changed a few choice words, but the idea, the structure, was his. Must give credit where credit is due.
It was inevitable; the hearty scent of dragonswart mixed with a sweet whiff of passionflower never failed to remind him of unrequited love. Those ingredients were necessary for the passion potion itself and for the prevention of its effects, both of which the Potions Master was particularly familiar with. After reading the letter, Professor Snape had immediately set about preparing the prevention potion; if a male member of the staff were to pick the American up, he would most certainly need it. Hagrid would probably be the one to go; all of the other professors had gone home to their families for the holidays, Dumbledore needed to remain at Hogwarts in case another emergency arose, and Snape himself would be engaged in contriving the preventative elixir. And since Hagrid would certainly be making the rounds tonight if the owls Dumbledore received were any indication, Snape prepared a couple of extra vials for Hagrid to take with him. Merlin knows Potter and Malfoy would need them. All because some girl couldn't deal with one of the harsher aspects of life.
This witch... Willow... wasn't the first to use these ingredients and attempt this passion potion. In fact, he could very clearly remember the last time such a brew had been concocted. The wizard had just lost love, the kind of deep, heart-pounding, gut-wrenching enthrallment that left each partner dizzy with passion. But the girl - a lovely green-eyed witch, he recalled - had left the relationship, and left the bloke hollow. Oh, what a fool that man had been, scouring the pages of ancient texts, trying to find something, anything, to bring that feeling back. Snape remembered that poor fellow in the Hogwarts library, pouring over potions books, until at last he found a passion potion: Compel Lost Love to Return Tenfold. But the potion hadn't given him the feelings he craved, and this failure left the already broken wizard even emptier. Snape couldn't forget the look in his eyes just before he found something new to quench his thirst for enchantment; completely devoid of warmth, they were cold and empty and made him think of dark tunnels with no light at the other end.
Despite the dark memories the smells and the potion invoked, Snape couldn't wait to meet this girl- no, this young woman. Anyone who could perform such a dangerous and exacting potion was obviously more than a child, and could possibly - dare he dream? - understand the beauty of a softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes. She would obviously appreciate the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins; it was creeping through her own at that very moment-
He snorted at his illusions, or delusions, of grandeur for a witch he had never met. She could simply be a foolish girl that had gotten in way over her head, and probably a dunderhead at that. But still, he couldn't stop himself from doing something he had sworn off since he had treated the disastrous effects of that potion the first time; he couldn't keep himself from hoping…
End Chapter 3
Sorry it's so short, but the next one is longer and should be up in a matter of hours, 2 days at the absolute most… if I get feedback : ) Send it, pretty please? A happy author writes faster!!! And thank you soooooooo much to those that have sent feedback; it not only makes me feel special, but it helped me get through an annoying writers block, so yay!!!
