Surpises4
By JC
Dedication: Also thank you Jinni for inspiring me with "The Forgotten One". And thank you Kiwi, Lily Flower, Wicca Chick, ShadowElfBard, and Mugglebornwitch2 for your reviews because they boosted my ego! *BG* I look forward to more of them!
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) Willow has magic abilities like in season 6, but can control them. **DANGER**: this chapter is very long. Please take note to that.
Spoilers: Major spoilers for Chamber of Secrets for this chapter. I used quotes! Season 1 off BtVS, book 2 of HP.
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own 'em. But I really want Malfoy.and the twins. *RBG*
Rating: Let's say R in case of sexual innuendo.
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Chapter 4: Talking Over Coffee
That night, Willow was woken from a pleasant dream about Oliver and her doing horizontal dance, (**Dontcha just love my wording? *BG***,) by Fred.
"Wills!" he whispered. "Wake up! We're going on a trip! Wanna come?"
That made Willow bolt right up. She smiled widely, retrieved her wand, and pulled a short-sleeved shirt over her sports bra and pulled on the large black, drawstring, silk boxer shorts she got from Buffy. Willow silently snuck out of Ginny's room, creeping down the stairs until she entered the kitchen where she saw Ron, Fred, and George waiting expectantly for her. "What are we doing?" Willow whispered.
"Remember we told you about Harry Potter?" Ron asked quietly.
"The guy who defeated Voldewart?" Willow asked curiously. "Yeah, I know who you're talking about."
George, Ron, and Fred looked shocked at her mispronunciation of the most feared name in the wizarding world.
"You just-"
"Made fun-"
"Of You-Know-Who's name!" Ron finished. Then he smiled. "Harry is going to like you. Er, not like crush like you, or maybe he will, I am not sure. Because I don't have an attraction towards you, because you're my cousin."
"I get the metaphor, Ron," Willow said, effectively stopping his words. "Anyway, you shouldn't fear a name. It only makes the person, or thing in this case, feel more powerful."
They nodded. "Anyway," George continued. "We're going to pick him up. He lives in Little Whinging, which is twenty miles from here! So, we'll have to fly there."
"Really?" Willow asked, her eyes widening. "How are you flying?"
"With dad's car," Ron explained. "He enchanted it so that it could fly. And so it has an invisibility boost."
"Wow!" Willow exclaimed silently. "Flying invisible cars?"
"Yep, now, we have to go now, or we'll be caught by mum tomorrow," George said as they opened the door and headed toward the shed. Opening the large door, Fred revealed a blue Ford Anglia. "Willow, get in up front with Fred an I. Ron, get in the back."
So, they clambered into the blue car and George revved it up, muttering a silencing charm on the engine. Willow leaned back between her twin cousins and watched pleasantly as the ascended from the beautiful grassy ground. She even smiled as her male cousins rolled the windows down the windows and a breeze soothed her warm neck.
"So, what does this Harry guy look like?" Willow asked off-handedly. "Black glasses, black hair kind of guy?"
Ron stared at her. "Yes, he had big, round, black glasses, jet-black hair and lucid green eyes," Ron described. "He's really skinny and tall."
"Oh, okay," Willow said. She sighed and decided to take a short, hopefully dreamless nap. Willow drifted into the arms of slumber listening to the quiet rush of wind outside of the car.
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Fred and George smirked as they heard their cousin's pleasant moan in her sleep. Ron just grimaced, as tapped her shoulder to wake her up. Willow came awake with a start, looking around wide-eyed. "I moaned, didn't I?"
"Yep, you did Wills," George said, grinning. "Will you tell us who you were dreaming about?"
"No!" Willow practically screeched as the car slowly came to a halt outside of barred windows. Willow thought about how their faces would look if she told them she had been dreaming of Oliver again. "I'll give Ron and you two nightmares!"
"So, we know him then?" George chuckled. "It's not our dear Quidditch captain, now is it?"
Fred thought Willow's eyes would have pooped out of their sockets from the way they bulged as a glare at George while her cheeks flushed as crimson as her hair. Fred and George just burst out laughing.
"Ewww, you were thinking of Oliver?" Ron asked from the backseat.
"No, Ickle Ronnikens," George said, still laughing. "We were just teasing her."
"Okay, good," Ron said. Then he climbed over to the other side of the car and stared through the bars into the dark room. Willow flicked her wrist and concentrated on the bars in the wall. They tore away after a few minutes, surprisingly silent.
After a few minutes, Willow heard a male voice say, "Ron! Ron, how did you - What the--?"
Willow saw a boy peek out the window. His eyes widened as he realized there was a car parked in midair. She saw him look from Ron, to the twins, then have his eyes land suspiciously on her. Willow smiled.
"Ron, who's that girl?" Harry asked quietly.
"She's our American cousin, Willow Rosenberg," Ron explained quietly. "She's visiting for the summer, and today Dumbledore is gonna test to see if she'll be able to go to Hogwarts."
"Wow, she hasn't been to a wizarding school ever?" Harry asked shocked.
"No, she didn't even know about our world until this morning when she caught mum floating things with her wand," Ron explained. "But, we're here to rescue you. So, get your things!"
"My things are in cupboard under the stairs. They locked it though," Harry said. "And I can't get out of my room-"
"No problem," George said. "Out of the way Harry. Willow, would you come with us please? When you do magic, it's not detected, is it?"
"I don't think so," Willow said with a thoughtful look on her face. "They never did before."
"Well then. Come one Willow!" Fred said.
George grinned as he took out a hairpin and picked the lock as Fred explained.
"A lot of wizards think it'd a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick," said Fred, "but we feel they're skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow."
A small click was heard and the door swung open revealing the dark hallway. Willow followed Fred and George down the stairs and to the heavily padlocked cupboard. With a lazy wave of her wrist, the locks unlocked silently. Fred and George pulled the large trunk out of its confinement. Willow flicked her wrist slothfully and the trunks were floating a few feet above the ground. She walked up the stairs, the trunks and her twin cousins following closely behind her. Harry gaped at the top of the steps at the show of this beginner witch's magical abilities.
"Yeah, I'm powerful, I know!" Willow hissed quietly. "Stop staring at me like I'm some circus freak."
"S-sorry," Harry stuttered his apology.
"That's okay," Willow assured him. "Now, fitting this in the trunk."
George climbed into the driver's seat again and backed the car up. As he popped the trunk open, Willow floated the luggage silently into the trunk of the turquoise Ford Anglia.
"Great," Fred said. "Harry, Willow, get in."
Willow climbed over Ron to get in the front of the car in between her twin cousins. Just as Harry put one foot into the car, he heard a loud screech echo behind him. He had forgotten Hedwig! He then heard a loud, resonating voice say, "THAT RUDDY OWL!"
"I've forgotten Hedwig!"
Harry dashed across the room and grabbed Hedwig's cage, passing it to Ron. A loud crash was heard behind Harry and the light switch was flicked on. He glanced back and saw a seething, purple-faced Uncle Vernon standing in the doorway. Then, Mr. Dursley let out a bellow like a madman and charged at Harry, but was effectively thrown back by something Vernon knew of. Magic.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO MAGIC EVER AGAIN IN THIS HOUSE BOY! PETUNIA! HE'S TRYING TO ESCAPE!"
Willow was glaring at the fat man against the wall. Seething, she snapped her fingers and a few web-like ropes appeared, wrapping themselves around Vernon clearly. "Harry! Quick, get in!"
Harry only nodded and complied, jumping into the car and slamming the car door shut. "Can I ask why your cousin can make ropes appear out of nowhere, float my trunks without a wand, and how she just appeared now, and not in the last, I don't know, year?"
"Well, Harry, I grew up on the Hellmouth, and that probably expanded my powers to not needing a wand. And I appeared a couple days ago because I'm only sixteen, I couldn't travel until now, I come from California in the States, and my parents haven't let me see my cousins in a decade!" Willow said excitedly.
"Oh."
"Well, George, step on it!" Fred and Ron yelled.
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George parked the car in the shed and everyone opened and shut their doors silently.
"It's not much," said Ron.
"It's WONDERFUL," said Harry happily.
"That's what I said. But they degrade their house," Willow added.
"Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly," said Fred, "and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast. Then, Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' and she'll be pleased to see Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car."
"Right," said Ron. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the-at the top-"
Ron had gone white, and Willow's eyes were bulging out of the sockets as her face turned as red as her hair.
Mrs. Weasley came out of the house, scattering gnomes and chickens alike, a murderous look on her face. She scanned the yard and her eyes landed upon Willow, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry. Her look softened a bit when her eyes landed on Harry. But then she started yelling.
"WHERE WERE YOU ALL?" she screamed. "I WAS WORRIED SICK! I WAKE UP AND FIND THAT YOU'RE NOT IN YOUR BEDS, WHAT WAS I TO DO? THEN I FIND THE CAR GONE! I don't blame this on you, Harry, or you Willow. Ron, show Harry to your room. Willow, get changed and eat some breakfast. Dumbledore is coming in around noon."
"Okay, Mum," Ron said. "Come on Harry, I'll show you to your home for the next two months, give or take."
"Yes, Aunt Molly," replied Willow. She walked into the house and quietly stalked into Ginny's room. Seeing Ginny was still asleep, Willow grabbed a jade green tank top and a pair of dark blue, capris, cargo pants and headed to the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and changing her clothes, she headed downstairs to see her uncle softly scolding the twins after seeing the look her aunt gave him. Willow stepped into the room and quickly said after seeing the pleading look on her twin cousins' faces, "Aunt Molly, can I have something to eat? I mean, you're the best cook! No one cooks like you do. And I haven't had anything like your cooking in a decade!"
The twins smiled gratefully. Mrs. Weasley sighed, and nodded her head. "Fred, George, de-gnome the garden, and there better not be a single gnome in the garden when I come to inspect. Willow, dear, what would you like for breakfast?"
"Oh, um, how about some eggs and bacon?" Willow suggested. "Or just toast. I'm not really that hungry. I'll help George and Fred."
"Now dear, that's very kind of you to want to help Fred and George, but de- gnoming is very dull," explained Mrs. Weasley. "You wouldn't want to do that."
"Oh, but I do!" Willow exclaimed. "I've never seen a gnome, much less de- gnomed one from a garden. Please, Aunt Molly?"
"Okay, dear," Mrs. Weasley caved. "Just don't do too much work. You'll need your energy for Dumbledore."
"Thank you so much, Aunt Molly!" Willow burst out happily, hugging her aunt. "Fred, George, let's go gnome hunting!"
The twins smiled at her enthusiasm. "Okay," George said. "All you have to do is."
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By quarter to noon, Willow was fidgeting and pacing. This Dumbledore fellow was supposed to be a very powerful wizard, one that You-Know-Who was scared of. She sat and stood, fidgeting from nervousness for fifteen minutes, until at exactly noon, a knock on the door was heard. Mrs. Weasley busied herself with opening the door, muttering polite welcomes, and asking if he wanted anything to drink, eat etc.
"No thank you, Molly. I ate before I came. Now, can I see Miss Rosenberg?" Dumbledore asked.
"Present!" called Willow. She turned red. It was a habit from school. "I mean, I'm right here."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Hello darling. I'm Albus Dumbledore. Nice to meet you," he stuck his hand out. Willow accepted it and shook the hand.
"Nice to meet you. Thank you for meeting me," Willow said politely. "So, you're the headmaster of the school Hogwarts, yes?"
"Yes, I am," Dumbledore replied. "Now, we need to access your abilities. You have a wand, yes?"
"I have a wand," Willow nodded. She pulled her wand out.
"Okay. You're accepted," Dumbledore said, "if you perform a vanishing spell."
"Um, okay," Willow said. She pointed the wand her CD. "Evanesco!"
The CD vanished without a trace. "Very good, Miss Rosenberg. Please perform a simple levitation spell."
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Willow said, swishing and flicking her wand. A chair near them floated up and twirled in the other. Then, Willow put the chair back down and it looked like the chair never moved. "Is that good?"
"Well, Miss Rosenberg, you'll probably be pleased to know that you're accepted at Hogwarts," Dumbledore announced, "as a sixth year."
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(The next day)
Willow walked into the Leaky Cauldron looking for her coffee buddy, Oliver Wood. She was wearing a pair of black robes. Underneath those robes was a white school girl top, and a knee-length black studded skirt with a slit to mid thigh.
When she entered, she immediately saw Oliver talking easily to a black girl. Oliver looked up, recognized Willow, and smiled, beckoning her over. Willow strolled over and said brightly to the girl, "Hi! I'm Willow Rosenberg. Fred and George's cousin."
"Oh, you're who they were talking about at the end of the year!" the girl exclaimed. She stuck her hand out. "I'm Angelina Johnson. Nice to meet you."
Willow shook the other girl's hand. Then Oliver spoke up. "Angelina, Willow and I have a coffee date, so please excuse us." Oliver then took Willow's hand and led her down Diagon Ally.
They entered a shop called "Heather's Café". They sat down at a secluded booth in the partially unoccupied coffee shop. After looking at their menus for several minutes, then shutting them, a waitress came and took their order. "What can I get you two? Our special today is an Orange Mocha Latte Frappuccino," she said in a Texan accent.
"I'll have a latte," Willow placed her order. "And a powdered jelly donut."
"I'll have a Colombian coffee," Oliver said. "No sides, please."
"So, you like your coffee black?" Willow asked. "So does Uncle Arthur."
"My da never let me put anything in my coffee. Had to learn to live with the black stuff," Oliver replied.
"Well, Oliver, tell me about yourself," Willow said curiously.
"Um, what do you want to know?" Oliver asked.
"Let's see," Willow leaned back and thought. "I'm going to rain down questions, and please answer them truthfully and to the best of your ability."
"Uh, okay." Oliver complied.
"I know it sounds weird, but I get to learn about you," Willow told him. "And, I'll answer my questions too. That way, you learn about me too."
"No."
Willow smiled. "I don't have a boyfriend. What's your favorite color or colors?"
"Gold and red."
"I like red," Willow said thoughtfully. "And blue. I don't have to ask what your favorite sport is, it's kinda obvious."
Oliver grinned. Willow continued. "So, do you like me?"
Willow grinned as Oliver blushed, bright red, and averted his eyes from hers. Then he mumbled, "Yes."
Willow grinned wider, and said, "I like you too."
He looked up at her, and gave her a small smile. Willow stifled a sigh at the smile. Then, the drinks came. After a couple minutes, Willow said, "Guess what? I forgot to tell you. I'm a sixth year! One more question, Oliver."
"That's great! And the question is?"
"I feel so embarrassed asking you this, but, can I kiss you?" Willow asked in a small, quiet voice.
Oliver grinned ear-to-ear. "Yes."
Willow began smiling to, and leaned across the table, as did Oliver, and their lips touched in a sweet, gentle caress. They pulled apart after a couple minutes. "Wow," Willow said.
"Yeah," Oliver whispered. "Willow, would you be willing to go out with me again?"
"Yes," Willow said quickly, smiling. The waitress came with the check, and Oliver, ever the gentleman, paid the check. "When and where?"
"Tomorrow night, I'll take you to dinner," Oliver replied.
"Oh, okay. What should I wear?" Willow asked. "Robes, or just clothes? And should they be fancy or what?"
"Okay, robes, casual, we're having a nice dinner at the Leaky Cauldron," Oliver explained. "That place can be pretty nice if you go to the restaurant, and not the bar."
"Okay," Willow said, smiling widely. Oliver had paid the check, and they were walking up Diagon Ally towards said place. "So, see you tomorrow at eight?"
"Yes, see you then," Oliver said, heading off in the opposite direction she went.
Willow smiled. She had a sort-of boyfriend already AND they had kissed. "Wow," she said, remembering the sweet kiss. "Better than Oz. Much better than Oz."
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Willow was still smiling when she came home from her coffee date with Oliver.
"Aw, he kissed you, didn't he?" George said. "Willow has a boyfriend!"
"I don't have a boyfriend yet, George!" Willow hissed in a whisper. "He likes me, I like him, and he's taking me to dinner tomorrow night. I'll talk to him then about the boyfriend-girlfriend thing there."
"Oi! Wills, did he kiss you?" Fred asked, noticing the goofy smile on his cousin's face. "He did, didn't he?"
"Kind of," Willow replied. Her smile grew. "We kissed."
"So, our Wills is dating our team captain?" Fred asked smiling, and he nudged her shoulder.
"Yes," Willow replied. "I guess so."
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TBC.. Coming soon to a computer near you! Chapter 5: At Flourish and Blotts
By JC
Dedication: Also thank you Jinni for inspiring me with "The Forgotten One". And thank you Kiwi, Lily Flower, Wicca Chick, ShadowElfBard, and Mugglebornwitch2 for your reviews because they boosted my ego! *BG* I look forward to more of them!
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) Willow has magic abilities like in season 6, but can control them. **DANGER**: this chapter is very long. Please take note to that.
Spoilers: Major spoilers for Chamber of Secrets for this chapter. I used quotes! Season 1 off BtVS, book 2 of HP.
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own 'em. But I really want Malfoy.and the twins. *RBG*
Rating: Let's say R in case of sexual innuendo.
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Chapter 4: Talking Over Coffee
That night, Willow was woken from a pleasant dream about Oliver and her doing horizontal dance, (**Dontcha just love my wording? *BG***,) by Fred.
"Wills!" he whispered. "Wake up! We're going on a trip! Wanna come?"
That made Willow bolt right up. She smiled widely, retrieved her wand, and pulled a short-sleeved shirt over her sports bra and pulled on the large black, drawstring, silk boxer shorts she got from Buffy. Willow silently snuck out of Ginny's room, creeping down the stairs until she entered the kitchen where she saw Ron, Fred, and George waiting expectantly for her. "What are we doing?" Willow whispered.
"Remember we told you about Harry Potter?" Ron asked quietly.
"The guy who defeated Voldewart?" Willow asked curiously. "Yeah, I know who you're talking about."
George, Ron, and Fred looked shocked at her mispronunciation of the most feared name in the wizarding world.
"You just-"
"Made fun-"
"Of You-Know-Who's name!" Ron finished. Then he smiled. "Harry is going to like you. Er, not like crush like you, or maybe he will, I am not sure. Because I don't have an attraction towards you, because you're my cousin."
"I get the metaphor, Ron," Willow said, effectively stopping his words. "Anyway, you shouldn't fear a name. It only makes the person, or thing in this case, feel more powerful."
They nodded. "Anyway," George continued. "We're going to pick him up. He lives in Little Whinging, which is twenty miles from here! So, we'll have to fly there."
"Really?" Willow asked, her eyes widening. "How are you flying?"
"With dad's car," Ron explained. "He enchanted it so that it could fly. And so it has an invisibility boost."
"Wow!" Willow exclaimed silently. "Flying invisible cars?"
"Yep, now, we have to go now, or we'll be caught by mum tomorrow," George said as they opened the door and headed toward the shed. Opening the large door, Fred revealed a blue Ford Anglia. "Willow, get in up front with Fred an I. Ron, get in the back."
So, they clambered into the blue car and George revved it up, muttering a silencing charm on the engine. Willow leaned back between her twin cousins and watched pleasantly as the ascended from the beautiful grassy ground. She even smiled as her male cousins rolled the windows down the windows and a breeze soothed her warm neck.
"So, what does this Harry guy look like?" Willow asked off-handedly. "Black glasses, black hair kind of guy?"
Ron stared at her. "Yes, he had big, round, black glasses, jet-black hair and lucid green eyes," Ron described. "He's really skinny and tall."
"Oh, okay," Willow said. She sighed and decided to take a short, hopefully dreamless nap. Willow drifted into the arms of slumber listening to the quiet rush of wind outside of the car.
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Fred and George smirked as they heard their cousin's pleasant moan in her sleep. Ron just grimaced, as tapped her shoulder to wake her up. Willow came awake with a start, looking around wide-eyed. "I moaned, didn't I?"
"Yep, you did Wills," George said, grinning. "Will you tell us who you were dreaming about?"
"No!" Willow practically screeched as the car slowly came to a halt outside of barred windows. Willow thought about how their faces would look if she told them she had been dreaming of Oliver again. "I'll give Ron and you two nightmares!"
"So, we know him then?" George chuckled. "It's not our dear Quidditch captain, now is it?"
Fred thought Willow's eyes would have pooped out of their sockets from the way they bulged as a glare at George while her cheeks flushed as crimson as her hair. Fred and George just burst out laughing.
"Ewww, you were thinking of Oliver?" Ron asked from the backseat.
"No, Ickle Ronnikens," George said, still laughing. "We were just teasing her."
"Okay, good," Ron said. Then he climbed over to the other side of the car and stared through the bars into the dark room. Willow flicked her wrist and concentrated on the bars in the wall. They tore away after a few minutes, surprisingly silent.
After a few minutes, Willow heard a male voice say, "Ron! Ron, how did you - What the--?"
Willow saw a boy peek out the window. His eyes widened as he realized there was a car parked in midair. She saw him look from Ron, to the twins, then have his eyes land suspiciously on her. Willow smiled.
"Ron, who's that girl?" Harry asked quietly.
"She's our American cousin, Willow Rosenberg," Ron explained quietly. "She's visiting for the summer, and today Dumbledore is gonna test to see if she'll be able to go to Hogwarts."
"Wow, she hasn't been to a wizarding school ever?" Harry asked shocked.
"No, she didn't even know about our world until this morning when she caught mum floating things with her wand," Ron explained. "But, we're here to rescue you. So, get your things!"
"My things are in cupboard under the stairs. They locked it though," Harry said. "And I can't get out of my room-"
"No problem," George said. "Out of the way Harry. Willow, would you come with us please? When you do magic, it's not detected, is it?"
"I don't think so," Willow said with a thoughtful look on her face. "They never did before."
"Well then. Come one Willow!" Fred said.
George grinned as he took out a hairpin and picked the lock as Fred explained.
"A lot of wizards think it'd a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick," said Fred, "but we feel they're skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow."
A small click was heard and the door swung open revealing the dark hallway. Willow followed Fred and George down the stairs and to the heavily padlocked cupboard. With a lazy wave of her wrist, the locks unlocked silently. Fred and George pulled the large trunk out of its confinement. Willow flicked her wrist slothfully and the trunks were floating a few feet above the ground. She walked up the stairs, the trunks and her twin cousins following closely behind her. Harry gaped at the top of the steps at the show of this beginner witch's magical abilities.
"Yeah, I'm powerful, I know!" Willow hissed quietly. "Stop staring at me like I'm some circus freak."
"S-sorry," Harry stuttered his apology.
"That's okay," Willow assured him. "Now, fitting this in the trunk."
George climbed into the driver's seat again and backed the car up. As he popped the trunk open, Willow floated the luggage silently into the trunk of the turquoise Ford Anglia.
"Great," Fred said. "Harry, Willow, get in."
Willow climbed over Ron to get in the front of the car in between her twin cousins. Just as Harry put one foot into the car, he heard a loud screech echo behind him. He had forgotten Hedwig! He then heard a loud, resonating voice say, "THAT RUDDY OWL!"
"I've forgotten Hedwig!"
Harry dashed across the room and grabbed Hedwig's cage, passing it to Ron. A loud crash was heard behind Harry and the light switch was flicked on. He glanced back and saw a seething, purple-faced Uncle Vernon standing in the doorway. Then, Mr. Dursley let out a bellow like a madman and charged at Harry, but was effectively thrown back by something Vernon knew of. Magic.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO MAGIC EVER AGAIN IN THIS HOUSE BOY! PETUNIA! HE'S TRYING TO ESCAPE!"
Willow was glaring at the fat man against the wall. Seething, she snapped her fingers and a few web-like ropes appeared, wrapping themselves around Vernon clearly. "Harry! Quick, get in!"
Harry only nodded and complied, jumping into the car and slamming the car door shut. "Can I ask why your cousin can make ropes appear out of nowhere, float my trunks without a wand, and how she just appeared now, and not in the last, I don't know, year?"
"Well, Harry, I grew up on the Hellmouth, and that probably expanded my powers to not needing a wand. And I appeared a couple days ago because I'm only sixteen, I couldn't travel until now, I come from California in the States, and my parents haven't let me see my cousins in a decade!" Willow said excitedly.
"Oh."
"Well, George, step on it!" Fred and Ron yelled.
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George parked the car in the shed and everyone opened and shut their doors silently.
"It's not much," said Ron.
"It's WONDERFUL," said Harry happily.
"That's what I said. But they degrade their house," Willow added.
"Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly," said Fred, "and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast. Then, Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' and she'll be pleased to see Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car."
"Right," said Ron. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the-at the top-"
Ron had gone white, and Willow's eyes were bulging out of the sockets as her face turned as red as her hair.
Mrs. Weasley came out of the house, scattering gnomes and chickens alike, a murderous look on her face. She scanned the yard and her eyes landed upon Willow, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry. Her look softened a bit when her eyes landed on Harry. But then she started yelling.
"WHERE WERE YOU ALL?" she screamed. "I WAS WORRIED SICK! I WAKE UP AND FIND THAT YOU'RE NOT IN YOUR BEDS, WHAT WAS I TO DO? THEN I FIND THE CAR GONE! I don't blame this on you, Harry, or you Willow. Ron, show Harry to your room. Willow, get changed and eat some breakfast. Dumbledore is coming in around noon."
"Okay, Mum," Ron said. "Come on Harry, I'll show you to your home for the next two months, give or take."
"Yes, Aunt Molly," replied Willow. She walked into the house and quietly stalked into Ginny's room. Seeing Ginny was still asleep, Willow grabbed a jade green tank top and a pair of dark blue, capris, cargo pants and headed to the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and changing her clothes, she headed downstairs to see her uncle softly scolding the twins after seeing the look her aunt gave him. Willow stepped into the room and quickly said after seeing the pleading look on her twin cousins' faces, "Aunt Molly, can I have something to eat? I mean, you're the best cook! No one cooks like you do. And I haven't had anything like your cooking in a decade!"
The twins smiled gratefully. Mrs. Weasley sighed, and nodded her head. "Fred, George, de-gnome the garden, and there better not be a single gnome in the garden when I come to inspect. Willow, dear, what would you like for breakfast?"
"Oh, um, how about some eggs and bacon?" Willow suggested. "Or just toast. I'm not really that hungry. I'll help George and Fred."
"Now dear, that's very kind of you to want to help Fred and George, but de- gnoming is very dull," explained Mrs. Weasley. "You wouldn't want to do that."
"Oh, but I do!" Willow exclaimed. "I've never seen a gnome, much less de- gnomed one from a garden. Please, Aunt Molly?"
"Okay, dear," Mrs. Weasley caved. "Just don't do too much work. You'll need your energy for Dumbledore."
"Thank you so much, Aunt Molly!" Willow burst out happily, hugging her aunt. "Fred, George, let's go gnome hunting!"
The twins smiled at her enthusiasm. "Okay," George said. "All you have to do is."
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By quarter to noon, Willow was fidgeting and pacing. This Dumbledore fellow was supposed to be a very powerful wizard, one that You-Know-Who was scared of. She sat and stood, fidgeting from nervousness for fifteen minutes, until at exactly noon, a knock on the door was heard. Mrs. Weasley busied herself with opening the door, muttering polite welcomes, and asking if he wanted anything to drink, eat etc.
"No thank you, Molly. I ate before I came. Now, can I see Miss Rosenberg?" Dumbledore asked.
"Present!" called Willow. She turned red. It was a habit from school. "I mean, I'm right here."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Hello darling. I'm Albus Dumbledore. Nice to meet you," he stuck his hand out. Willow accepted it and shook the hand.
"Nice to meet you. Thank you for meeting me," Willow said politely. "So, you're the headmaster of the school Hogwarts, yes?"
"Yes, I am," Dumbledore replied. "Now, we need to access your abilities. You have a wand, yes?"
"I have a wand," Willow nodded. She pulled her wand out.
"Okay. You're accepted," Dumbledore said, "if you perform a vanishing spell."
"Um, okay," Willow said. She pointed the wand her CD. "Evanesco!"
The CD vanished without a trace. "Very good, Miss Rosenberg. Please perform a simple levitation spell."
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Willow said, swishing and flicking her wand. A chair near them floated up and twirled in the other. Then, Willow put the chair back down and it looked like the chair never moved. "Is that good?"
"Well, Miss Rosenberg, you'll probably be pleased to know that you're accepted at Hogwarts," Dumbledore announced, "as a sixth year."
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(The next day)
Willow walked into the Leaky Cauldron looking for her coffee buddy, Oliver Wood. She was wearing a pair of black robes. Underneath those robes was a white school girl top, and a knee-length black studded skirt with a slit to mid thigh.
When she entered, she immediately saw Oliver talking easily to a black girl. Oliver looked up, recognized Willow, and smiled, beckoning her over. Willow strolled over and said brightly to the girl, "Hi! I'm Willow Rosenberg. Fred and George's cousin."
"Oh, you're who they were talking about at the end of the year!" the girl exclaimed. She stuck her hand out. "I'm Angelina Johnson. Nice to meet you."
Willow shook the other girl's hand. Then Oliver spoke up. "Angelina, Willow and I have a coffee date, so please excuse us." Oliver then took Willow's hand and led her down Diagon Ally.
They entered a shop called "Heather's Café". They sat down at a secluded booth in the partially unoccupied coffee shop. After looking at their menus for several minutes, then shutting them, a waitress came and took their order. "What can I get you two? Our special today is an Orange Mocha Latte Frappuccino," she said in a Texan accent.
"I'll have a latte," Willow placed her order. "And a powdered jelly donut."
"I'll have a Colombian coffee," Oliver said. "No sides, please."
"So, you like your coffee black?" Willow asked. "So does Uncle Arthur."
"My da never let me put anything in my coffee. Had to learn to live with the black stuff," Oliver replied.
"Well, Oliver, tell me about yourself," Willow said curiously.
"Um, what do you want to know?" Oliver asked.
"Let's see," Willow leaned back and thought. "I'm going to rain down questions, and please answer them truthfully and to the best of your ability."
"Uh, okay." Oliver complied.
"I know it sounds weird, but I get to learn about you," Willow told him. "And, I'll answer my questions too. That way, you learn about me too."
"No."
Willow smiled. "I don't have a boyfriend. What's your favorite color or colors?"
"Gold and red."
"I like red," Willow said thoughtfully. "And blue. I don't have to ask what your favorite sport is, it's kinda obvious."
Oliver grinned. Willow continued. "So, do you like me?"
Willow grinned as Oliver blushed, bright red, and averted his eyes from hers. Then he mumbled, "Yes."
Willow grinned wider, and said, "I like you too."
He looked up at her, and gave her a small smile. Willow stifled a sigh at the smile. Then, the drinks came. After a couple minutes, Willow said, "Guess what? I forgot to tell you. I'm a sixth year! One more question, Oliver."
"That's great! And the question is?"
"I feel so embarrassed asking you this, but, can I kiss you?" Willow asked in a small, quiet voice.
Oliver grinned ear-to-ear. "Yes."
Willow began smiling to, and leaned across the table, as did Oliver, and their lips touched in a sweet, gentle caress. They pulled apart after a couple minutes. "Wow," Willow said.
"Yeah," Oliver whispered. "Willow, would you be willing to go out with me again?"
"Yes," Willow said quickly, smiling. The waitress came with the check, and Oliver, ever the gentleman, paid the check. "When and where?"
"Tomorrow night, I'll take you to dinner," Oliver replied.
"Oh, okay. What should I wear?" Willow asked. "Robes, or just clothes? And should they be fancy or what?"
"Okay, robes, casual, we're having a nice dinner at the Leaky Cauldron," Oliver explained. "That place can be pretty nice if you go to the restaurant, and not the bar."
"Okay," Willow said, smiling widely. Oliver had paid the check, and they were walking up Diagon Ally towards said place. "So, see you tomorrow at eight?"
"Yes, see you then," Oliver said, heading off in the opposite direction she went.
Willow smiled. She had a sort-of boyfriend already AND they had kissed. "Wow," she said, remembering the sweet kiss. "Better than Oz. Much better than Oz."
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Willow was still smiling when she came home from her coffee date with Oliver.
"Aw, he kissed you, didn't he?" George said. "Willow has a boyfriend!"
"I don't have a boyfriend yet, George!" Willow hissed in a whisper. "He likes me, I like him, and he's taking me to dinner tomorrow night. I'll talk to him then about the boyfriend-girlfriend thing there."
"Oi! Wills, did he kiss you?" Fred asked, noticing the goofy smile on his cousin's face. "He did, didn't he?"
"Kind of," Willow replied. Her smile grew. "We kissed."
"So, our Wills is dating our team captain?" Fred asked smiling, and he nudged her shoulder.
"Yes," Willow replied. "I guess so."
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TBC.. Coming soon to a computer near you! Chapter 5: At Flourish and Blotts