Part Two
Tara Mc Clay had lived an astonishing life. She had lost her mother at a young age, and been emotionally abused by her father and taught that she was part demon. She had gone to college at Sunnydale University. She had fallen in love with a wonderful beautiful woman, who was also possibly one of the strongest witches to walk the earth. She had lost her mind, been given it back, faced off against a hell goddess, and watched as her lover had brought her best friend back from the dead. She had lost the love of her life to a dark magic addiction and then gotten her back. She had been killed during a murder attempt on one of her friends' lives. She had hair that was the color of honey and bright blue eyes that were the color of summer skies. She should have been dead and gone forever. But she wasn't. No, in fact she had been living at Hogwarts for almost four years. She taught muggle studies. She had been brought up by a mother two younger sisters, and three older brothers. Her father worked at the ministry of magic, and every Friday he brought home a piece of honeydukes chocolate for each of his children. She had been taught at Hogwarts, her wand was seven inches. Willow tree, hair of unicorn at the center. Quite swishy, wonderful for charm work. She had worn glasses since the age of three. She had two birthmarks one above her left breast and one in the identical spot on her back. She remembered a girl named Buffy who had died to save the world. Twice. Sound confusing? Not as confusing as the reality was. Tara knew she had died. She had been alive during Voldemort's reign of terror, though too young to truly understand it. She had the scar from Warren as well as a scar on her left thigh. It was from when Jamie-her youngest sister- had fallen out of a tree. Tara had caught her, but gashed her thigh on a nearby fence. To have both was impossible. But it was true. She had fallen through the proverbial cracks and ended up in this world. The world that now held Willow Rosenberg. Oh, she looked older than Tara remembered. Her hair was longer, her face more sculpted. But it was still the same Willow that she had loved. But the Tara that Willow had known, and the Tara she was now. They were two different people. They shared some of the same habits, she stuttered when she became too nervous and was shy. But she wasn't in love with Willow. Not really, a part of her wanted to leap up and throw herself into the red head's arms. But it was a tiny part, one that longed for companionship. A piece that still longed for the love that she had known. She was glad to see Willow. They had been more than lovers, they had been friends. First, last and always. It was strange though, to see someone from her previous life here. She had passed out for a brief moment at seeing Willow. But she was perfectly calm and composed now. It didn't matter anyway. Willow didn't remember her. They wouldn't know if she would remember anything until later tonight. Until she dreamt. She might remember her previous life. Then again, she might not. Willow had arrived not much differently than Tara had. She had fallen through a ceiling. Granted Tara had fallen through the ceiling in Dumbledore's office. He had smiled kindly, asked her what she was doing on the floor assisted her in getting up and brought her down to the infirmary. Willow had fallen through Snape's ceiling. Tara did not even want to know how he had reacted. Severus always took things so.seriously.personally too. He would believe-without a shadow of doubt- that Willow had fallen through his ceiling on purpose. That she had done it just to irk him. It was going to be funny seeing those two in action. Severus would bully her, and Willow. Well, Willow hadn't backed down from a fight in a very long time. Such were the nature of Tara's thoughts as she lay on a bed in the Hogwarts infirmary. Really she didn't need to be there. Okay, she had hit her head rather badly when she fainted but madam Pompfrey had taken care of that quite easily. Which meant that she really should get back to her office so she could hide from Albus. School had gotten out less than a week ago. She was still adapting to not having something explode in the hall, not having to put out detentions and not having to roam the halls at night. It seemed so lonely without the student body. But then Tara acted like this every year. So when she swung her legs over the bed and met Madam Pomfrey's 'oh no you don't' she was faced with arguing the nurse down. She definitely did not need to stay in this bed. All she had done was hit her head and lose consciousness for a few minutes. She was fine and was going back to her office and she was not running away from Willow. Nope. Who? Tara Mc Clay run away from a potentially awkward position? Only every chance she had. So she would go back to her office and grade away until either Albus came in to talk with her or Minerva came to bring her to Albus to talk to her. It was inevitable. But that didn't mean she had to like it.
In the end Tara had been right. She had arrived at her office-with adjoining quarters- to find Albus waiting. She let out a small sigh and then walked into the room. I was filled with all sorts of muggle things. On the far wall was a poster of the inside of a telephone. On her desk was a CD player. She had taken the batteries out because whenever they were in the only song it would play was blue moon. A crashed television set was placed in another corner. And Albus was definitely waiting for her, so much for grading those O.W.L.s "Ah Tara, I was wondering when you would be returning." Tara smiled bemusedly before inviting him into her quarters. It was just.difficult to stay angry with Albus; he took everything in stride with such good nature. After pouring two butter beers she sat down in an armchair adjacent to Albus' and waited for him to ask the inevitable. That was, ask about Willow. Oh she definitely didn't want to be having this conversation. "Okay Albus, we both know why you're here.well I think I do. Just ask me." Tara trailed off and a twinkle filled Albus' eyes. "Ah yes, Tara. did you know the young woman-Willow I believe she said- before?" Tara hung here head slightly, here darting back and forth nervously.
"Well.y-yes, Willow and I were.close. I t-think I've told you about h- her before. W-we were lovers you see.I died in her arms." "Ah yes, I believe I remember that conversation, we will set her up in a room not too far away from everyone. Perhaps near you?"
"T-that's fine. Once her memory comes back.if her memory comes back I'll try to explain how we are possibly here." "Quite."
Tara Mc Clay had lived an astonishing life. She had lost her mother at a young age, and been emotionally abused by her father and taught that she was part demon. She had gone to college at Sunnydale University. She had fallen in love with a wonderful beautiful woman, who was also possibly one of the strongest witches to walk the earth. She had lost her mind, been given it back, faced off against a hell goddess, and watched as her lover had brought her best friend back from the dead. She had lost the love of her life to a dark magic addiction and then gotten her back. She had been killed during a murder attempt on one of her friends' lives. She had hair that was the color of honey and bright blue eyes that were the color of summer skies. She should have been dead and gone forever. But she wasn't. No, in fact she had been living at Hogwarts for almost four years. She taught muggle studies. She had been brought up by a mother two younger sisters, and three older brothers. Her father worked at the ministry of magic, and every Friday he brought home a piece of honeydukes chocolate for each of his children. She had been taught at Hogwarts, her wand was seven inches. Willow tree, hair of unicorn at the center. Quite swishy, wonderful for charm work. She had worn glasses since the age of three. She had two birthmarks one above her left breast and one in the identical spot on her back. She remembered a girl named Buffy who had died to save the world. Twice. Sound confusing? Not as confusing as the reality was. Tara knew she had died. She had been alive during Voldemort's reign of terror, though too young to truly understand it. She had the scar from Warren as well as a scar on her left thigh. It was from when Jamie-her youngest sister- had fallen out of a tree. Tara had caught her, but gashed her thigh on a nearby fence. To have both was impossible. But it was true. She had fallen through the proverbial cracks and ended up in this world. The world that now held Willow Rosenberg. Oh, she looked older than Tara remembered. Her hair was longer, her face more sculpted. But it was still the same Willow that she had loved. But the Tara that Willow had known, and the Tara she was now. They were two different people. They shared some of the same habits, she stuttered when she became too nervous and was shy. But she wasn't in love with Willow. Not really, a part of her wanted to leap up and throw herself into the red head's arms. But it was a tiny part, one that longed for companionship. A piece that still longed for the love that she had known. She was glad to see Willow. They had been more than lovers, they had been friends. First, last and always. It was strange though, to see someone from her previous life here. She had passed out for a brief moment at seeing Willow. But she was perfectly calm and composed now. It didn't matter anyway. Willow didn't remember her. They wouldn't know if she would remember anything until later tonight. Until she dreamt. She might remember her previous life. Then again, she might not. Willow had arrived not much differently than Tara had. She had fallen through a ceiling. Granted Tara had fallen through the ceiling in Dumbledore's office. He had smiled kindly, asked her what she was doing on the floor assisted her in getting up and brought her down to the infirmary. Willow had fallen through Snape's ceiling. Tara did not even want to know how he had reacted. Severus always took things so.seriously.personally too. He would believe-without a shadow of doubt- that Willow had fallen through his ceiling on purpose. That she had done it just to irk him. It was going to be funny seeing those two in action. Severus would bully her, and Willow. Well, Willow hadn't backed down from a fight in a very long time. Such were the nature of Tara's thoughts as she lay on a bed in the Hogwarts infirmary. Really she didn't need to be there. Okay, she had hit her head rather badly when she fainted but madam Pompfrey had taken care of that quite easily. Which meant that she really should get back to her office so she could hide from Albus. School had gotten out less than a week ago. She was still adapting to not having something explode in the hall, not having to put out detentions and not having to roam the halls at night. It seemed so lonely without the student body. But then Tara acted like this every year. So when she swung her legs over the bed and met Madam Pomfrey's 'oh no you don't' she was faced with arguing the nurse down. She definitely did not need to stay in this bed. All she had done was hit her head and lose consciousness for a few minutes. She was fine and was going back to her office and she was not running away from Willow. Nope. Who? Tara Mc Clay run away from a potentially awkward position? Only every chance she had. So she would go back to her office and grade away until either Albus came in to talk with her or Minerva came to bring her to Albus to talk to her. It was inevitable. But that didn't mean she had to like it.
In the end Tara had been right. She had arrived at her office-with adjoining quarters- to find Albus waiting. She let out a small sigh and then walked into the room. I was filled with all sorts of muggle things. On the far wall was a poster of the inside of a telephone. On her desk was a CD player. She had taken the batteries out because whenever they were in the only song it would play was blue moon. A crashed television set was placed in another corner. And Albus was definitely waiting for her, so much for grading those O.W.L.s "Ah Tara, I was wondering when you would be returning." Tara smiled bemusedly before inviting him into her quarters. It was just.difficult to stay angry with Albus; he took everything in stride with such good nature. After pouring two butter beers she sat down in an armchair adjacent to Albus' and waited for him to ask the inevitable. That was, ask about Willow. Oh she definitely didn't want to be having this conversation. "Okay Albus, we both know why you're here.well I think I do. Just ask me." Tara trailed off and a twinkle filled Albus' eyes. "Ah yes, Tara. did you know the young woman-Willow I believe she said- before?" Tara hung here head slightly, here darting back and forth nervously.
"Well.y-yes, Willow and I were.close. I t-think I've told you about h- her before. W-we were lovers you see.I died in her arms." "Ah yes, I believe I remember that conversation, we will set her up in a room not too far away from everyone. Perhaps near you?"
"T-that's fine. Once her memory comes back.if her memory comes back I'll try to explain how we are possibly here." "Quite."