Surprises1
By JC
Summary: After the defeat of the Master, Willow was in England, visiting relatives. While there, she finds out some unexpected news. Care to guess what the news was, or the relatives? (BtVS/HP) Summer of book 2. After season 1. Willow has magic abilities.
Distribution: Anyone who wants this fic, just ask in an email.
Dedication: to Jinni. You have my metaphorical love, once again, because your fic "The Forgotten One" inspired me into writing Willow/Oliver stories. Loved the fic, by the way.
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own 'em. But I really want Malfoy.and the twins. *G*
Pairing: Willow/Oliver. Don't worry, we'll get there!
Rating: Let's say R, just for good measure. `0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0 `0`0`0`0`
Chapter 1: Welcome Home, Wills-
When flight 5478 landed in the London airport, Willow yawned from the extensive trip. The redhead stepped off the plane and onto the carpet of the airport. Willow sighed as she said to herself, "Looking for a pack of redheads. You can't miss them Willow."
As if by magic (which is quite possible, she mused), she looked into the kind face of her Aunt Molly. Willow smiled brightly, and pushed the cart faster.
"Willow!" the twins chorused. Willow just smiled wider and urged the cart faster, until she was in a jog. When she was with her cousins, she let go of her cart and practically jumped into Molly's open arms. Willow hugged her aunt with built up yearning from the past decade.
"Well, look at you, Willow," Molly said, letting go of Willow to appraise her. Molly smiled. "Last time I saw you, you were much shorter, and had less hair. You are growing into such a beautiful young woman. You're sixteen, now. Yes?"
"Yes, Aunt Molly," Willow responded brightly. She was grinning ear to ear.
"Well, let's get you home and rested," Arthur said. "You've had a long trip, Willow. I'm glad you could come. We were hoping you'd come sooner, but."
"I know. My parents are always so busy," Willow explained, sighing. Her grin faded. "I hardly see them anymore. They're always away on a business trip. And I could never ask them. So, I'm sixteen, old enough to fly on my own, wouldn't you say?"
The Weasleys smiled sadly, and looked onto her with a slight pity in their eyes. "Well, come on then. No use ruining a good, dreary, cloudy, rainy day, is there?" George joked.
Willow smiled and laughed. "I missed your jokes, George."
"I'm Fred, not George!" George complained.
"No, your George. See, you have green eyes, and Fred has blue," Willow said, staring straight into George's eyes. "And, You always wear gray sneakers. Fred wears black ones."
"You're good, Willow," George said, smiling brightly. The Weasleys were now loading themselves into three taxis. As they sped along the countryside, Willow leaned her head on George's shoulder and yawned.
"I'm tired George. Where am I sleeping when I get to your house?" Willow managed through a yawn.
"Take a slight nap, Wills. You'll be sleeping in Ginny's room," George answered quietly, patting his cousin's head.
George knew his cousin was lonely. Her parents never talked with her. They always left her at home, alone. George (and the rest of the male children) only showed this much affection to Willow. Sure, they were kind and attentive to the rest of their family, but Willow Rosenberg needed extra because she wasn't exactly used to it. His mother swore that she would be used to it by the end of the summer.
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After two hours, Willow was shaken awake by George, who said, "Wills, we're home!"
Willow sat straight up, looking around. She saw a poor house that admittedly looked cozy. The countryside around them was ablaze with colors from the setting sun. Willow grinned. This was her home for the next summer. She only wished that she didn't have to leave.
TBC.. Coming soon to a computer near you: Chapter 2: Magical Surprises
By JC
Summary: After the defeat of the Master, Willow was in England, visiting relatives. While there, she finds out some unexpected news. Care to guess what the news was, or the relatives? (BtVS/HP) Summer of book 2. After season 1. Willow has magic abilities.
Distribution: Anyone who wants this fic, just ask in an email.
Dedication: to Jinni. You have my metaphorical love, once again, because your fic "The Forgotten One" inspired me into writing Willow/Oliver stories. Loved the fic, by the way.
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own 'em. But I really want Malfoy.and the twins. *G*
Pairing: Willow/Oliver. Don't worry, we'll get there!
Rating: Let's say R, just for good measure. `0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0`0 `0`0`0`0`
Chapter 1: Welcome Home, Wills-
When flight 5478 landed in the London airport, Willow yawned from the extensive trip. The redhead stepped off the plane and onto the carpet of the airport. Willow sighed as she said to herself, "Looking for a pack of redheads. You can't miss them Willow."
As if by magic (which is quite possible, she mused), she looked into the kind face of her Aunt Molly. Willow smiled brightly, and pushed the cart faster.
"Willow!" the twins chorused. Willow just smiled wider and urged the cart faster, until she was in a jog. When she was with her cousins, she let go of her cart and practically jumped into Molly's open arms. Willow hugged her aunt with built up yearning from the past decade.
"Well, look at you, Willow," Molly said, letting go of Willow to appraise her. Molly smiled. "Last time I saw you, you were much shorter, and had less hair. You are growing into such a beautiful young woman. You're sixteen, now. Yes?"
"Yes, Aunt Molly," Willow responded brightly. She was grinning ear to ear.
"Well, let's get you home and rested," Arthur said. "You've had a long trip, Willow. I'm glad you could come. We were hoping you'd come sooner, but."
"I know. My parents are always so busy," Willow explained, sighing. Her grin faded. "I hardly see them anymore. They're always away on a business trip. And I could never ask them. So, I'm sixteen, old enough to fly on my own, wouldn't you say?"
The Weasleys smiled sadly, and looked onto her with a slight pity in their eyes. "Well, come on then. No use ruining a good, dreary, cloudy, rainy day, is there?" George joked.
Willow smiled and laughed. "I missed your jokes, George."
"I'm Fred, not George!" George complained.
"No, your George. See, you have green eyes, and Fred has blue," Willow said, staring straight into George's eyes. "And, You always wear gray sneakers. Fred wears black ones."
"You're good, Willow," George said, smiling brightly. The Weasleys were now loading themselves into three taxis. As they sped along the countryside, Willow leaned her head on George's shoulder and yawned.
"I'm tired George. Where am I sleeping when I get to your house?" Willow managed through a yawn.
"Take a slight nap, Wills. You'll be sleeping in Ginny's room," George answered quietly, patting his cousin's head.
George knew his cousin was lonely. Her parents never talked with her. They always left her at home, alone. George (and the rest of the male children) only showed this much affection to Willow. Sure, they were kind and attentive to the rest of their family, but Willow Rosenberg needed extra because she wasn't exactly used to it. His mother swore that she would be used to it by the end of the summer.
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After two hours, Willow was shaken awake by George, who said, "Wills, we're home!"
Willow sat straight up, looking around. She saw a poor house that admittedly looked cozy. The countryside around them was ablaze with colors from the setting sun. Willow grinned. This was her home for the next summer. She only wished that she didn't have to leave.
TBC.. Coming soon to a computer near you: Chapter 2: Magical Surprises