Réalité Tordue
Ripples - Chapter 2
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: All characters pertaining to either Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. They are the property of, respectively, J. K. Rowling, and Joss Whedon, as well as others. No copyright infringement was intended. This is a non profit piece of fiction. Summary: AU A single moment can affect the entire fabric of reality as we know it. Author's Note: Okay, it's been a really long time since I worked on this. However, now that summer is here, I'd like to restart this, and many other, series.
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Everything is beginning to blur now. You can still see through the clearness of the water, but everything is just a little bit different now. It's not nearly as bad as it could be. However, don't fool yourself, things are going to get very different.
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There was a little girl sitting on his couch.
Remus Lupin was not ready to deal with this. He was not equipped, nor was he capable, of taking care of a child. Especially, not a child with the red hair of Violet Evans, and his own eyes.
However, there was no getting around it. He had a daughter. He had a daughter whose very own mother had just dumped her with a father she had never met before in her life.
Remus was not dealing well. In fact, he wasn't dealing at all, right now. He had contented himself to sitting across the room from the petite girl, studiously not looking at her. He resolved to continue to do this until the problem resolved itself.
It would have been useless to point out to Remus the flaws in his plan, as he was making a continual effort to ignore them. Let it not be said that Remus Lupin is not a determined man when he puts his mind to it.
Of course, it was pure luck that the eyes of the father and daughter inadvertently met up, not five minutes into Remus' plan. Whether it was good luck or bad luck is a matter of perspective.
As it was, though, the two simply stared into each other's eyes, continuously. Incessantly. Bordering on endlessly. It seemed like an eternity before the stare was finally broken. Even then, it was not the decision of either Remus Lupin or Willow Rosenburg. They had been quite content to continue that way.
Of course, Albus Dumbledore had a habit of driving the most studious student off topic. Well, that and the fact that a comical looking old man stumbling through a fireplace with ash covering bright blue robes would shock anyone.
Needless to say, they were no exception. The reactions to the headmaster's entrance caused the two to lose eye contact. Remus Lupin skittered up, taking on the look of a schoolboy who believes he is on the verge of being chastised. Willow, on the other hand, leaped into the air, emanating a high- pitched squeak of surprise.
"Oh, Remus," began the old man, ignoring the disarray his outfit portrayed, "So glad you're in. I just got some news. They've found out that Violet had a daughter. Oh, hello, dear. Oh, dear." The last part of the statement was addressed at Willow, who was regarding the aged wizard with wide-eyed curiosity. "I suppose this means that you are already aware of my news."
The two family members stared unblinkingly at the old wizard. It would have been unnerving to most people, two sets of hauntingly similar eyes staring at him. Of course, Albus Dumbledore varies quite a bit from what you would expect from most people.
"Professor," Remus began, sparing a nervous look at Willow, "I'm afraid there must have been some kind of mistake. I mean, how can it. This shouldn't. I don't understand." The werewolf finished his bumbled sentence rather lamely.
"Well, Remus, I hardly think I need to explain to you how," Albus came, his smile boyish and his eyes sparkling, "I assume you know quite well the semantics of it all."
"Yes. well." Remus stuttered. "Of course, but. Why? Why didn't she tell me?" When the werewolf looked up, his eyes glowed with a sense of betrayal.
"I'm sorry, Remus, but I can't answer that," came Dumbledore's soothing reply, "Only Violet can answer that."
"She's not Violet anymore," Remus' patience had been shot, especially on such a raw topic as this, "She's Sheila, now. Who abandoned are daughter because, as far as I know, she has magical tendencies."
The look on Dumbledore's face could be described as regretful, "Yes, it's true. I came here myself to deliver this to you. It seems it's not as unsuspected as I thought." With that statement, Dumbledore reached into his pocket and removed a thickly packed envelope.
Instead of handing it to Remus, as many suspected, the old headmaster walked over to where Willow Rosenburg sat on the couch; where she had silently observed the entire conversation between the adults.
"Hello, Willow," Dumbledore had stopped in front of the wide-eyed redhead. "I believe this belongs to you." He pressed the envelope into her hands, before standing up and moving to stand beside Remus.
She looked up, confusion evident in her stature. Looking at Remus for confirmation, without knowing why, she was met with kind urging, as he gestured for her to open the letter.
Willow looked down at the envelope. With surprise she noted the address on the front.
Willow Lupin
2nd Bedroom
3 Laetts Road
Kingston upon Hull
The young girl looked in shock upon the words, spelled out in green ink before her. This couldn't be right, her mind argued. She was not Willow Lupin; she was Willow Rosenburg. However, even as her mind continued to argue, something inside of her (perhaps her heart) had already accepted it as reality. Something about the letter made her believe in it; believe with all her being that it was true.
With a trembling hand, she turned the envelope over. Holding her package closed was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter 'H'.
With great caution, Willow broke the seal, pulled out the letter and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Lupin,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await you owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Ignoring the second paper of her letter, Willow Rosenburg let it drop to the floor in shock. She followed that by promptly fainting.
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A.N.- Should I keep going? Feedback is appreciated.
Ripples - Chapter 2
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: All characters pertaining to either Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. They are the property of, respectively, J. K. Rowling, and Joss Whedon, as well as others. No copyright infringement was intended. This is a non profit piece of fiction. Summary: AU A single moment can affect the entire fabric of reality as we know it. Author's Note: Okay, it's been a really long time since I worked on this. However, now that summer is here, I'd like to restart this, and many other, series.
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Everything is beginning to blur now. You can still see through the clearness of the water, but everything is just a little bit different now. It's not nearly as bad as it could be. However, don't fool yourself, things are going to get very different.
~
There was a little girl sitting on his couch.
Remus Lupin was not ready to deal with this. He was not equipped, nor was he capable, of taking care of a child. Especially, not a child with the red hair of Violet Evans, and his own eyes.
However, there was no getting around it. He had a daughter. He had a daughter whose very own mother had just dumped her with a father she had never met before in her life.
Remus was not dealing well. In fact, he wasn't dealing at all, right now. He had contented himself to sitting across the room from the petite girl, studiously not looking at her. He resolved to continue to do this until the problem resolved itself.
It would have been useless to point out to Remus the flaws in his plan, as he was making a continual effort to ignore them. Let it not be said that Remus Lupin is not a determined man when he puts his mind to it.
Of course, it was pure luck that the eyes of the father and daughter inadvertently met up, not five minutes into Remus' plan. Whether it was good luck or bad luck is a matter of perspective.
As it was, though, the two simply stared into each other's eyes, continuously. Incessantly. Bordering on endlessly. It seemed like an eternity before the stare was finally broken. Even then, it was not the decision of either Remus Lupin or Willow Rosenburg. They had been quite content to continue that way.
Of course, Albus Dumbledore had a habit of driving the most studious student off topic. Well, that and the fact that a comical looking old man stumbling through a fireplace with ash covering bright blue robes would shock anyone.
Needless to say, they were no exception. The reactions to the headmaster's entrance caused the two to lose eye contact. Remus Lupin skittered up, taking on the look of a schoolboy who believes he is on the verge of being chastised. Willow, on the other hand, leaped into the air, emanating a high- pitched squeak of surprise.
"Oh, Remus," began the old man, ignoring the disarray his outfit portrayed, "So glad you're in. I just got some news. They've found out that Violet had a daughter. Oh, hello, dear. Oh, dear." The last part of the statement was addressed at Willow, who was regarding the aged wizard with wide-eyed curiosity. "I suppose this means that you are already aware of my news."
The two family members stared unblinkingly at the old wizard. It would have been unnerving to most people, two sets of hauntingly similar eyes staring at him. Of course, Albus Dumbledore varies quite a bit from what you would expect from most people.
"Professor," Remus began, sparing a nervous look at Willow, "I'm afraid there must have been some kind of mistake. I mean, how can it. This shouldn't. I don't understand." The werewolf finished his bumbled sentence rather lamely.
"Well, Remus, I hardly think I need to explain to you how," Albus came, his smile boyish and his eyes sparkling, "I assume you know quite well the semantics of it all."
"Yes. well." Remus stuttered. "Of course, but. Why? Why didn't she tell me?" When the werewolf looked up, his eyes glowed with a sense of betrayal.
"I'm sorry, Remus, but I can't answer that," came Dumbledore's soothing reply, "Only Violet can answer that."
"She's not Violet anymore," Remus' patience had been shot, especially on such a raw topic as this, "She's Sheila, now. Who abandoned are daughter because, as far as I know, she has magical tendencies."
The look on Dumbledore's face could be described as regretful, "Yes, it's true. I came here myself to deliver this to you. It seems it's not as unsuspected as I thought." With that statement, Dumbledore reached into his pocket and removed a thickly packed envelope.
Instead of handing it to Remus, as many suspected, the old headmaster walked over to where Willow Rosenburg sat on the couch; where she had silently observed the entire conversation between the adults.
"Hello, Willow," Dumbledore had stopped in front of the wide-eyed redhead. "I believe this belongs to you." He pressed the envelope into her hands, before standing up and moving to stand beside Remus.
She looked up, confusion evident in her stature. Looking at Remus for confirmation, without knowing why, she was met with kind urging, as he gestured for her to open the letter.
Willow looked down at the envelope. With surprise she noted the address on the front.
Willow Lupin
2nd Bedroom
3 Laetts Road
Kingston upon Hull
The young girl looked in shock upon the words, spelled out in green ink before her. This couldn't be right, her mind argued. She was not Willow Lupin; she was Willow Rosenburg. However, even as her mind continued to argue, something inside of her (perhaps her heart) had already accepted it as reality. Something about the letter made her believe in it; believe with all her being that it was true.
With a trembling hand, she turned the envelope over. Holding her package closed was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter 'H'.
With great caution, Willow broke the seal, pulled out the letter and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Lupin,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await you owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Ignoring the second paper of her letter, Willow Rosenburg let it drop to the floor in shock. She followed that by promptly fainting.
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A.N.- Should I keep going? Feedback is appreciated.