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Further Summary: So, it seems that not everyone is understanding the premise of this story. To clarify, this is a parody of the buckets and buckets of crossover fanfiction out there, as well as some of the more ridiculous aspects of the show and books themselves. Please remember that we're writing this as loyal fans and are writers of crossovers and other fanfiction ourselves.

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Crossing Over

Chapter Two: The Long-Lost Relative

Willow looked up at the large apartment building looming above her. She couldn't believe that her parents had moved to Toronto without telling her. Sure, she'd been busy, and living at Buffy's, never calling or stopping by, but still! And sure, she didn't warn her parents about the evil in Sunnydale, or even check to make sure they'd left before it blew up. So what if they never met Tara, and didn't even know she was a lesbian. Still, they should've told me they were leaving the country! Um, unlike the time I left for England and never told them, thought Willow, shrugging as she headed up to the apartment.

Her father opened the door when she knocked and gestured for her to sit in the living room.

"Hi guys," she began nervously, when no one else made a move to talk. "Nice place you have here. So… Canada, huh? It's a nice country. Beavers, hockey, maple syrup… go, Canada! They came up with peacekeepers you know, and a Canadian wrote the United Nations Declaration of Human Rights! But really, I think it's the beavers that make Canada… um… great." Willow ended her babble with a blush spreading across her face. Why must I always babble?

Sheila Rosenburg cleared her throat and sat down across the room from Willow.

"Willow, there's a reason we wanted you to come here. We need to talk to you about something," she finished, with a look at her husband who continued for her.

"The easiest way to do this is to be blunt. You're adopted Willow."

Willow blinked, but before she could respond her mother silenced her.

"There's more. Your father and I, we both grew up in England," suddenly her accent miraculously changed to British, "and we were both born to wizards. Neither of us were able to do any magic though, and that made us outcasts in our town."

Sheila continued to tell Willow about the wizarding communities in England, and around the globe.

Willow blinked again, and scratched her head. "So—"

She was once again interrupted by her mother.

"We wanted to have a child, Willow, but were afraid it'd be another squib. So we..."

"We bought you on the Wizarding black market," Ira broke in. "We wanted so desperately to have a witch or wizard. So we could show all those fools at home. But look at the way you turned out," he said with tinge of disgust, "when you didn't get your letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we were so disappointed in you. Why couldn't you have been a witch?"

"So true Ira, so true. You've been nothing but a disappointment Willow. We asked you here so we could get this over with, and move on with our lives."

Willow blinked, yet again. She could feel anger and hate building up inside her. Her eyes and hair quickly darkened into black, with veins showing through her skin. Her shoes, once blue, turned black. Her long jean skirt, blue also, was now black. Her fuzzy pink shirt? Black. Crotchless panties? That's right, black. Willow was pissed.

"Listen up bitches! I'm the most powerful witch there is! I don't need a stupid wand to do magicks!" She walked over to her parents and pulled them up. "Maybe if you ever talked to me you'd know already!" Energy cracked around her, and she began to shoot green lasers out of her fingers, smashing everything in sight. "How dare you say I was a disappointment? How dare you? You…you… POOPHEADS!"

Sheila was trying to inch away from her insane daughter. "Willow, baby, please! We didn't know! I'm sorry! But, but you ARE a witch! That's so wonderful! I'm so proud of you! And you're so powerful! Well, that'll show those stupid cows in Hogsmeade."

Ira nodded his head vigorously in agreement.

"Proud of me? What?" Willow was flabbergasted. Her anger drained away, leaving her red headed and colorful again. Except for the crotchless panties, as they had been black to begin with.

Ira sighed with relief and said, "Now that we know what you really are, we can be a family again!"

Willow snorted and backed away. "You guys are the biggest losers! As if I want anything to do with you!" She turned and stormed out of the door and out of her "parents'" lives forever.

Once out on the street, Willow tried to calm down and go over what her parents had just told her.

One: She was adopted.

Two: Her parents were British, and she probably was too.

Three: There was a magical community in England, other than the coven that she had gone to in order to learn… control… and, uh…

"Darn!" exclaimed Willow. "I really shouldn't have lost my temper like that. Or abused my incredible amount of power."

Then she shrugged and teleported herself to England in order to begin her search for her real parents.

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Although the Leaky Cauldron housed one of the main doorways between the muggle world and the wizarding world, it was not the classiest of joints. Calling it seedy would be going to far, but certainly on most nights one might say it was rather dank and badly lit. Tonight, however, the pub had been set aglow by an extremely unusual source.

There were redheads at a table. There were redheads at the bar. There were redheads leaning against the banister of the stairs. There was even a redhead coming out of the bathroom. The Weasley's were out in full force, and the gathering of so many redheads in one place had the effect of casting a warming red glow on the room.

All of them kept glancing nervously towards the door.

"Shouldn't she be here by now?" asked Ron from his position at the bar.

At that moment the door opened and a slim woman with a shock of bright red hair walked in.

"Oh!" exclaimed Molly, jumping up from the table. At that somewhat unclear command, the flock of Weasley's converged upon the girl.

There were general exclamations of, "oh, my baby!" and "welcome home," and the girl was soon hidden from view under the madding crowd.

"Oy!" came a cry from the back of the pub. "Mind getting off my girlfriend?"

A burly young man strode up and began pulling redheads away until he reached the center.

"You all right, Melinda?" he asked.

"I… I think so. I'm just a bit confused."

She wasn't the only one.

"You're not our missing sister?" asked Charlie, scratching his head.

"Um… no."

"Terribly sorry about that," said Arthur, making a vain attempt to salvage the situation. "It's the hair, you see."

Melinda touched her hair self-consciously.

"Number 44—Ruby red. It's a new color for me. I quite liked it, but now I think I'll be going blond again."

With that she and the young man walked out of the pub. The Weasley's each went back to their original places somewhat sheepishly.

Only moments later, another redhead walked into the pub. This time Dumbledore followed her in, and the Weasley's had no doubt that this was the missing sibling they had been waiting for. This time they approached more cautiously.

"Oh, my baby," exclaimed Molly.

"Welcome home," said the rest of the clan.

"Um… hey," said Willow awkwardly. "I'm Willow."

After a few tentative hugs, the group headed to a backroom they had reserved and sat around a massive table.

Although the room was in general chaos, with everyone wanting to speak at the same time, the story finally came out.

The Weasley's told Willow about how, when she was just a baby, she had been stolen out of the pram that she and her twin, Percy, shared. They had searched high and low and gone to every authority they could, both magical and muggle, to no avail.

In turn, Willow explained how her parents had revealed her adopted status, and how she had begun her search at a regular police station in London, who had then directed her to Dumbledore. She chose to leave out the part about destroying her adoptive parents' stuff.

"We never gave up hope," Molly told her. "Even though we never talked about you to each other or anyone else, we always knew you'd find your way back someday."

And inside the Leaky Cauldron, the red light glowed just a little bit brighter.