The Past Dug Up
By Rachel
"One ticket to London, please?" Tara told the woman behind the counter at the airport.
She gathered up all the money she could to pay for it. This was hard. She had told the others a couple days ago. Willow had definitely took it the hardest. She thought Tara was leaving because of her. Tara tried her best to reassure the recovering witch that it wasn't. Dawn was so pissed with her, but quickly got over it. Buffy also took it rather hard. She figured it was because she and the slayer had bonded over that moment whne Buffy poured her heart out to her.
Dawn and her ahd spent the day before together, and she spent the night over at the Summer's house, mostly for Buffy's sake. She still didn't feel right around Willow. She did miss her though. It was going to be hard adjusting to not seeing her anywhere.
She had told all her friends she was going to London finish something her mother had started there. She didn't tell them the truth, because that would take too much explaining, and she didn't have that kind of time.
The lady finally handed her the ticket and she paid for it. She looked at the time of her flight. Two hours from now. Well since she already had her stuff, and she was at the airport, she decided to wait. She plopped in a chair, picking up a magazine and thumbing through.
The two hours passed rather quickly, which came as a surprise to her. Soon she was boarded on the flight, and it was in the air.
The last six days of August went by slowly and boringly. She was relieved when September first had arrived. The hotel she had stayed in was stuffy and boring.
Making her way through the train station she realized she was early. That was good, she wanted to be there early. Checking to make sure people weren't staring at her, she made her way through the supposedly solid barrier between platforms nine and ten.
The scarlet Hogwarts Express was there and steaming. She had always loved the train rides there and back. Where you could talk freely with your friends, and not worry about much. That was until Voldemort started gaining power.
She smiled at the memory, but it quickly disappeared and her eyes darkened. Her friends were all gone. Lily and James were dead. Peter too. Goddesses only knew where Remus was, and Sirius was in Azkaban. Her eyes darkened even more at the thought of Sirius. The betrayer, responsible for Peter's and a dozen muggle deaths. And most likley James and Lily's. Her stuff loaded on the train she headed into the last compartment where they always used to sit. She figured people didn't usually sit here, so she plopped herself down. Not long afterwards students stated to arrive. She watched them through the window. Some seemed happy, some seemed grim. Well with the return of Voldemort, who wouldn't be grim?
The compartment door slid open, and three head poked in. She looked up suddenly.
"We're sorry, we didn't realize anyone was back here, we'll find somewhere else." began a girl with bushy brown hair.
"N-n-n-no you can s-s-sit here. I-I there's plenty of room.
The red-headed boy immediately looked at her with suspicion as they came in.
"Thanks. The rest of the compartments are usually full, so we sit back here." The girl said.
"It's n-no problem really."
"I'm Hermione Granger." She held out her hand. Tara shook it.
"This is Ron Weasly and Harry Potter."
Tara did not register Harry's name at first.
"Oh a W-Weasly, huh? I'm Tara Mclay the new Dark Arts p-professor. I knew y- your father." Finally the last boys name had sunk in. "Harry Potter?" she said slowly, the name rolling off her lips so effortlessly.
Her eyes did not make the familiar flick to his scar, instead they stayed trained on his face. Ron's suspicious glare intensified.
"Yeah." Harry answered, slightly uneasy under her intense gaze.
"Y-you look-k a l-lot lik-ke your father. I'm s-s-sure you've been told that though."
Harry studied the woman. She looked pretty young. Definitely younger than all the other teachers, but did she know his father? As if she had read his mind she continued.
"I went to school w-with your parents. Th-they were friends of mine. So was A-Arthor." She looked at Ron.
"So you knew my parents and Professor Lupin and Sirius and Wor. Peter?" Harry asked.
Tara's eyes flashed, "Yeah I knew them. Oh I heard about Amos' kid, I'm sorry about that too. Diggory was a decent person, so his son must've been too."
"You're American, aren't you?" Hermione observed.
"Yeah, but my mother was from England, so I went to Hogwarts."
Ron had noticed she stopped stuttering. He didn't like her much. Last time the Dark arts teacher stuttered he had tried to kill Harry. And Professor Mclay's stutter seemed to fade in and out. But, part of him argued, she knew Harry's parents and was friends with them so she can't be that bad.
The train slowed down, and eventually came to a stop. The occupants of the last compartment emptied out of the train.
Tara waved at Hagrid when she saw him. He looked surprised to see her, but then waved back, as he herded the first years toward the lake. Tara made her way up to the large castle. This was it. No turning back now.
TBC
A/N: Second chapter done. How was this one? Any better, any worse, just the same? Let me know. I thrive on feedback and when I don't get it my muse kinda goes dead for awhile. And we wouldn't want that now would we. Is there anymore Harry Potter in it yet. Of course there is, Harry himself was in it. ~Rachel
By Rachel
"One ticket to London, please?" Tara told the woman behind the counter at the airport.
She gathered up all the money she could to pay for it. This was hard. She had told the others a couple days ago. Willow had definitely took it the hardest. She thought Tara was leaving because of her. Tara tried her best to reassure the recovering witch that it wasn't. Dawn was so pissed with her, but quickly got over it. Buffy also took it rather hard. She figured it was because she and the slayer had bonded over that moment whne Buffy poured her heart out to her.
Dawn and her ahd spent the day before together, and she spent the night over at the Summer's house, mostly for Buffy's sake. She still didn't feel right around Willow. She did miss her though. It was going to be hard adjusting to not seeing her anywhere.
She had told all her friends she was going to London finish something her mother had started there. She didn't tell them the truth, because that would take too much explaining, and she didn't have that kind of time.
The lady finally handed her the ticket and she paid for it. She looked at the time of her flight. Two hours from now. Well since she already had her stuff, and she was at the airport, she decided to wait. She plopped in a chair, picking up a magazine and thumbing through.
The two hours passed rather quickly, which came as a surprise to her. Soon she was boarded on the flight, and it was in the air.
The last six days of August went by slowly and boringly. She was relieved when September first had arrived. The hotel she had stayed in was stuffy and boring.
Making her way through the train station she realized she was early. That was good, she wanted to be there early. Checking to make sure people weren't staring at her, she made her way through the supposedly solid barrier between platforms nine and ten.
The scarlet Hogwarts Express was there and steaming. She had always loved the train rides there and back. Where you could talk freely with your friends, and not worry about much. That was until Voldemort started gaining power.
She smiled at the memory, but it quickly disappeared and her eyes darkened. Her friends were all gone. Lily and James were dead. Peter too. Goddesses only knew where Remus was, and Sirius was in Azkaban. Her eyes darkened even more at the thought of Sirius. The betrayer, responsible for Peter's and a dozen muggle deaths. And most likley James and Lily's. Her stuff loaded on the train she headed into the last compartment where they always used to sit. She figured people didn't usually sit here, so she plopped herself down. Not long afterwards students stated to arrive. She watched them through the window. Some seemed happy, some seemed grim. Well with the return of Voldemort, who wouldn't be grim?
The compartment door slid open, and three head poked in. She looked up suddenly.
"We're sorry, we didn't realize anyone was back here, we'll find somewhere else." began a girl with bushy brown hair.
"N-n-n-no you can s-s-sit here. I-I there's plenty of room.
The red-headed boy immediately looked at her with suspicion as they came in.
"Thanks. The rest of the compartments are usually full, so we sit back here." The girl said.
"It's n-no problem really."
"I'm Hermione Granger." She held out her hand. Tara shook it.
"This is Ron Weasly and Harry Potter."
Tara did not register Harry's name at first.
"Oh a W-Weasly, huh? I'm Tara Mclay the new Dark Arts p-professor. I knew y- your father." Finally the last boys name had sunk in. "Harry Potter?" she said slowly, the name rolling off her lips so effortlessly.
Her eyes did not make the familiar flick to his scar, instead they stayed trained on his face. Ron's suspicious glare intensified.
"Yeah." Harry answered, slightly uneasy under her intense gaze.
"Y-you look-k a l-lot lik-ke your father. I'm s-s-sure you've been told that though."
Harry studied the woman. She looked pretty young. Definitely younger than all the other teachers, but did she know his father? As if she had read his mind she continued.
"I went to school w-with your parents. Th-they were friends of mine. So was A-Arthor." She looked at Ron.
"So you knew my parents and Professor Lupin and Sirius and Wor. Peter?" Harry asked.
Tara's eyes flashed, "Yeah I knew them. Oh I heard about Amos' kid, I'm sorry about that too. Diggory was a decent person, so his son must've been too."
"You're American, aren't you?" Hermione observed.
"Yeah, but my mother was from England, so I went to Hogwarts."
Ron had noticed she stopped stuttering. He didn't like her much. Last time the Dark arts teacher stuttered he had tried to kill Harry. And Professor Mclay's stutter seemed to fade in and out. But, part of him argued, she knew Harry's parents and was friends with them so she can't be that bad.
The train slowed down, and eventually came to a stop. The occupants of the last compartment emptied out of the train.
Tara waved at Hagrid when she saw him. He looked surprised to see her, but then waved back, as he herded the first years toward the lake. Tara made her way up to the large castle. This was it. No turning back now.
TBC
A/N: Second chapter done. How was this one? Any better, any worse, just the same? Let me know. I thrive on feedback and when I don't get it my muse kinda goes dead for awhile. And we wouldn't want that now would we. Is there anymore Harry Potter in it yet. Of course there is, Harry himself was in it. ~Rachel