Surprises
By JC
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own 'em. But I really want Malfoy.and the twins. *G*
Dedication: Thank you Kiwi for the feedback. Here's more.
Summary: After the defeat of the Master, Willow was in England, visiting relatives, accompanied by Buffy. While there, she finds out some unexpected news. Care to guess what the news was, or the relatives? (BtVS/HP) (Willow has magical abilities in this fic. They developed faster, ok?)
Feedback: Is great for my ego. And my ego makes me write. Sugar also makes me write, and reading a good fics does too, but my ego needs boosting. Feed me.
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Chapter 2: Magical Surprises
Willow was beyond tired. She was exhausted. She walked into the house and was so tired, she missed the fact that the potatoes were chopping themselves. She missed that the broom swept itself. She missed that the yarn was being knit without someone knitting it. She missed all of it, and followed Ginny to her room, where Willow looked at the cot like it was the greatest bed of all time. She collapsed on top of the cot and fell asleep immediately. Ginny sighed and went back downstairs to where her family was assembled in the family room.
"- So Dumbledore's coming by the day after tomorrow to test what she knows in the magical field," Ginny caught the last part of the sentence leaving her father's mouth.
"Really?" Fred asked excitedly. "Is she gonna be a fifth year?"
"Maybe. I depends on what she knows in magic," Arthur said. He sighed. "She'd be lucky if she gets a second year."
"Daddy, she's sleeping," Ginny announced, walking into the room. "Went out like a light when she hit the cot."
"Aww, let her sleep Gin. We'll wake her in the morning," Mrs. Weasley said. "Tomorrow, we'll explain everything to her, and take her shopping for a wand, get her fitted for robes."
After dinner, which followed directly after the meeting, they all went to sleep.
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Willow awoke the following morning, and judging by the amount of light in the room, it was just after dawn. She stepped out of the room, to see her aunt carrying a stick in her left hand, flicking the twig. But Willow's eyes widened when she saw the plates from the cabinet float out and land soundly on the table.
"So, you're a witch to?" Willow asked, a slight quiver in her voice. "Why do you have a stick in your hand?"
Molly Weasley's hand flew to her chest, right over her heart and turned around slowly. Seeing her niece staring at her expectantly, Mrs. Weasley ushered Willow into a seat at the table, while sitting down in the chair across from her niece.
"Yes, I'm a witch. We were going to explain this to you today, but." Molly sighed. "You found out right-wait. What do you mean by 'too'?"
Seeing her aunt's eyes narrow, Willow blushed hardly, and mumbled, "I can do magic."
"You can?" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly. "When? How? Where's your wand?"
"I don't have a wand, Aunt Molly," Willow explained. "I can do magic with my hands. Watch."
Willow flicked her wrists and Mrs. Weasley watched as the plates spun in the air, doing flips and turns, and then resettled themselves as they had been placed before Willow had them performing gymnastics in the air. Molly sat there, gaping at her niece as she turned bright red. Then Mrs. Weasley smiled, making Willow's blush disappear completely.
"Well! That was very good!" Molly gushed. "We're going to Diagon Ally today, to buy you a wand and robes, maybe a cloak. Dumbledore will be stopping by tomorrow and will want to test you."
"Aunt Molly? Who's Dumbledore?" Willow asked, as she blushed.
"Who's Dumbledore?" Molly repeated. "Your mother is going to get it from me! She kept you away from the wizarding world entirely?"
"Not really," Willow answered as her blush disappeared. "I grew up on the Hellmouth."
"THE HELLMOUTH?" Mrs. Weasley screeched, thus waking everyone in the house up. "You lived on THE Hellmouth?"
"Yes, Aunt Molly. You do know what a Slayer is, right?" Willow questioned.
"Yes, I know what a Slayer is. But she's a myth. A legend-" Molly said.
"No, she's not," Willow responded defiantly as the rest of the house came into the kitchen to watch Willow and Mrs. Weasley talk. "I'm best friends with her. And I know first hand that she's the Slayer. I've met her watcher, Rupert Giles. And I've been attacked by vampires. She saved Xander and me. Buffy Summers is not a myth, or a legend. She is the REAL Slayer. And I am her best friend, as well as her personal Wicca, witch, whatever you want to call it."
Seven gasped could be heard from behind Willow, and she winced at the sound of them. "I shouldn't have said that," Willow whispered.
"You know the Slayer?"
"You're best friends with her?"
"You're a witch?"
Willow turned and smiled. "Yes to all of your questions."
"Wow!" Everyone said.
"Yeah, now. Can we eat? I'm starving!" Ron said, with an accompanied grumble in his stomach.
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After they had eaten breakfast, bombarding Willow with as many questions as they could muster, Willow and the Weasleys got dressed and followed Molly through the busy streets of London. The got to a pub called the Leaky Cauldron.
"Hello Tom," the Weasleys called.
"Hello, Weasleys! Is there anything.now, now! Who may this pretty creature among you be?" Tom asked.
"This is my niece, Willow. She will be attending Hogwarts for the first time this year," Molly answered. "Her mother is Arthur's sister. She didn't like magic, but after she married a wizard who also hated magic, they moved to America. They kept her from our world for a little over sixteen years!"
"Oh my!" Tom exclaimed, seriously taken aback. "She's been away from her heritage for sixteen years?"
"Yes, I have, and can we please get going, Aunt Molly?" Willow interrupted. "I really want to get my wand. I'm anxious!"
"I guess you are, my dear!" Molly laughed. "Well, Tom, you heard her. Now, I have to go. See you later!"
After going to Gringott's, (which Willow wanted never to be present at ever again, if not only for the goblins. Willow had the key to her parent's wizarding account, which had an abundant amount of wizarding money, so she stocked up,) Willow then followed Mrs. Weasley to a shop called Olivander's while the rest of the Weasleys explored Diagon Ally. An old man with disturbing features appeared behind the counter. "What can I do for you, Molly, miss?"
"Mr. Olivander, this is my niece," Molly introduced. "She needs a wand."
"Oh, I see. Let's try this. Elm with dragon string. 9 and a quarter inches," Mr. Olivander said. As soon as Willow had a hold on the wand, he snatched right back, saying, "No, no, that's not right."
She tried out many wands without much success. "I think this will suit you perfectly," Mr. Olivander said at last. He held out a thin box, which she opened quickly. "14 and one eighth inches, filled with unicorn hair and a phoenix feather. Very new actually. Made from the wood of a Willow."
Willow bit her lip to stifle a giggle. But as soon as she had a firm grasp on her wand, she felt a wave of satisfaction, power, and immense good. "I think this is the one, Aunt Molly."
"Yes, it is. Mrs. Weasley, that will be 9 galleons and five Knuts," Mr. Olivander said.
"I'll pay, Mr. Olivander," Willow said quietly. She pulled out the money and handed it to the wand shopkeeper.
"You know, I never caught your name, miss," Mr. Olivander said, curiously.
"My name is Willow," she answered. "Willow Rosenberg."
"Ah," Mr. Olivander said. "That's why you were trying not to laugh."
"Yes, that's why. Now, I have to leave," Willow said, pulling her aunt out of the shop. "I have to buy robes, you know."
After a trip to Madam Malkin's, Willow was allowed to explore Diagon Ally, as long as she found one of her cousins shortly afterward. After about ten minutes, she spotted George and Fred talking to a person obscured from her view. She walked up to her twin cousins.
"Yo, Fred, George, what's shakin'?"
"Willow, don't do that stealth thing you learned from Buffy!" Fred chided, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Yeah, Wills! You nearly scared us half-to-death!" George scolded softly. He cleared his throat, stepping out of the way. "This is Lee Jordan. He also is a prankster."
"Hardly as bad as you two," a Scottish voice said from behind Willow. She saw her twin cousins' eyes grow big, along with their smiles and launched their bodies at the body of that voice.
"OLLIE!!"
TBC..Coming soon to a computer near you! Chapter 3: Meeting Oliver Wood
By JC
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own 'em. But I really want Malfoy.and the twins. *G*
Dedication: Thank you Kiwi for the feedback. Here's more.
Summary: After the defeat of the Master, Willow was in England, visiting relatives, accompanied by Buffy. While there, she finds out some unexpected news. Care to guess what the news was, or the relatives? (BtVS/HP) (Willow has magical abilities in this fic. They developed faster, ok?)
Feedback: Is great for my ego. And my ego makes me write. Sugar also makes me write, and reading a good fics does too, but my ego needs boosting. Feed me.
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Chapter 2: Magical Surprises
Willow was beyond tired. She was exhausted. She walked into the house and was so tired, she missed the fact that the potatoes were chopping themselves. She missed that the broom swept itself. She missed that the yarn was being knit without someone knitting it. She missed all of it, and followed Ginny to her room, where Willow looked at the cot like it was the greatest bed of all time. She collapsed on top of the cot and fell asleep immediately. Ginny sighed and went back downstairs to where her family was assembled in the family room.
"- So Dumbledore's coming by the day after tomorrow to test what she knows in the magical field," Ginny caught the last part of the sentence leaving her father's mouth.
"Really?" Fred asked excitedly. "Is she gonna be a fifth year?"
"Maybe. I depends on what she knows in magic," Arthur said. He sighed. "She'd be lucky if she gets a second year."
"Daddy, she's sleeping," Ginny announced, walking into the room. "Went out like a light when she hit the cot."
"Aww, let her sleep Gin. We'll wake her in the morning," Mrs. Weasley said. "Tomorrow, we'll explain everything to her, and take her shopping for a wand, get her fitted for robes."
After dinner, which followed directly after the meeting, they all went to sleep.
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Willow awoke the following morning, and judging by the amount of light in the room, it was just after dawn. She stepped out of the room, to see her aunt carrying a stick in her left hand, flicking the twig. But Willow's eyes widened when she saw the plates from the cabinet float out and land soundly on the table.
"So, you're a witch to?" Willow asked, a slight quiver in her voice. "Why do you have a stick in your hand?"
Molly Weasley's hand flew to her chest, right over her heart and turned around slowly. Seeing her niece staring at her expectantly, Mrs. Weasley ushered Willow into a seat at the table, while sitting down in the chair across from her niece.
"Yes, I'm a witch. We were going to explain this to you today, but." Molly sighed. "You found out right-wait. What do you mean by 'too'?"
Seeing her aunt's eyes narrow, Willow blushed hardly, and mumbled, "I can do magic."
"You can?" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly. "When? How? Where's your wand?"
"I don't have a wand, Aunt Molly," Willow explained. "I can do magic with my hands. Watch."
Willow flicked her wrists and Mrs. Weasley watched as the plates spun in the air, doing flips and turns, and then resettled themselves as they had been placed before Willow had them performing gymnastics in the air. Molly sat there, gaping at her niece as she turned bright red. Then Mrs. Weasley smiled, making Willow's blush disappear completely.
"Well! That was very good!" Molly gushed. "We're going to Diagon Ally today, to buy you a wand and robes, maybe a cloak. Dumbledore will be stopping by tomorrow and will want to test you."
"Aunt Molly? Who's Dumbledore?" Willow asked, as she blushed.
"Who's Dumbledore?" Molly repeated. "Your mother is going to get it from me! She kept you away from the wizarding world entirely?"
"Not really," Willow answered as her blush disappeared. "I grew up on the Hellmouth."
"THE HELLMOUTH?" Mrs. Weasley screeched, thus waking everyone in the house up. "You lived on THE Hellmouth?"
"Yes, Aunt Molly. You do know what a Slayer is, right?" Willow questioned.
"Yes, I know what a Slayer is. But she's a myth. A legend-" Molly said.
"No, she's not," Willow responded defiantly as the rest of the house came into the kitchen to watch Willow and Mrs. Weasley talk. "I'm best friends with her. And I know first hand that she's the Slayer. I've met her watcher, Rupert Giles. And I've been attacked by vampires. She saved Xander and me. Buffy Summers is not a myth, or a legend. She is the REAL Slayer. And I am her best friend, as well as her personal Wicca, witch, whatever you want to call it."
Seven gasped could be heard from behind Willow, and she winced at the sound of them. "I shouldn't have said that," Willow whispered.
"You know the Slayer?"
"You're best friends with her?"
"You're a witch?"
Willow turned and smiled. "Yes to all of your questions."
"Wow!" Everyone said.
"Yeah, now. Can we eat? I'm starving!" Ron said, with an accompanied grumble in his stomach.
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After they had eaten breakfast, bombarding Willow with as many questions as they could muster, Willow and the Weasleys got dressed and followed Molly through the busy streets of London. The got to a pub called the Leaky Cauldron.
"Hello Tom," the Weasleys called.
"Hello, Weasleys! Is there anything.now, now! Who may this pretty creature among you be?" Tom asked.
"This is my niece, Willow. She will be attending Hogwarts for the first time this year," Molly answered. "Her mother is Arthur's sister. She didn't like magic, but after she married a wizard who also hated magic, they moved to America. They kept her from our world for a little over sixteen years!"
"Oh my!" Tom exclaimed, seriously taken aback. "She's been away from her heritage for sixteen years?"
"Yes, I have, and can we please get going, Aunt Molly?" Willow interrupted. "I really want to get my wand. I'm anxious!"
"I guess you are, my dear!" Molly laughed. "Well, Tom, you heard her. Now, I have to go. See you later!"
After going to Gringott's, (which Willow wanted never to be present at ever again, if not only for the goblins. Willow had the key to her parent's wizarding account, which had an abundant amount of wizarding money, so she stocked up,) Willow then followed Mrs. Weasley to a shop called Olivander's while the rest of the Weasleys explored Diagon Ally. An old man with disturbing features appeared behind the counter. "What can I do for you, Molly, miss?"
"Mr. Olivander, this is my niece," Molly introduced. "She needs a wand."
"Oh, I see. Let's try this. Elm with dragon string. 9 and a quarter inches," Mr. Olivander said. As soon as Willow had a hold on the wand, he snatched right back, saying, "No, no, that's not right."
She tried out many wands without much success. "I think this will suit you perfectly," Mr. Olivander said at last. He held out a thin box, which she opened quickly. "14 and one eighth inches, filled with unicorn hair and a phoenix feather. Very new actually. Made from the wood of a Willow."
Willow bit her lip to stifle a giggle. But as soon as she had a firm grasp on her wand, she felt a wave of satisfaction, power, and immense good. "I think this is the one, Aunt Molly."
"Yes, it is. Mrs. Weasley, that will be 9 galleons and five Knuts," Mr. Olivander said.
"I'll pay, Mr. Olivander," Willow said quietly. She pulled out the money and handed it to the wand shopkeeper.
"You know, I never caught your name, miss," Mr. Olivander said, curiously.
"My name is Willow," she answered. "Willow Rosenberg."
"Ah," Mr. Olivander said. "That's why you were trying not to laugh."
"Yes, that's why. Now, I have to leave," Willow said, pulling her aunt out of the shop. "I have to buy robes, you know."
After a trip to Madam Malkin's, Willow was allowed to explore Diagon Ally, as long as she found one of her cousins shortly afterward. After about ten minutes, she spotted George and Fred talking to a person obscured from her view. She walked up to her twin cousins.
"Yo, Fred, George, what's shakin'?"
"Willow, don't do that stealth thing you learned from Buffy!" Fred chided, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Yeah, Wills! You nearly scared us half-to-death!" George scolded softly. He cleared his throat, stepping out of the way. "This is Lee Jordan. He also is a prankster."
"Hardly as bad as you two," a Scottish voice said from behind Willow. She saw her twin cousins' eyes grow big, along with their smiles and launched their bodies at the body of that voice.
"OLLIE!!"
TBC..Coming soon to a computer near you! Chapter 3: Meeting Oliver Wood