Sanity in Grey

These characters are not mine, they belong to a bunch of other people who are not me in any shape or form

In this fic when Xander stopped Willow ending the world, Willow stayed in Sunnydale. Her friends deserted her, Buffy was a bitch and banned Willow from any and all use of magic. Harry and co are going into their fifth year, all things in the book stand but if I forget anything please tell me, I haven't read them in a while.

I have no clue what rating this will be or even what the pairings are going to be, I'm just kinda going with the flow.

Is it A Hellmouth or THE Hellmouth coz I'm not sure. Anyway in this fic it THE one and only.

Please review because I have a terrible habit of leaving things unfinished so I need all the encouragement I can get. Thanx (premature I know but I'm pleading with you)

Part 2

'I'm adopted?' Willow spoke the words slowly, staring at her parents in disbelief, only they weren't her parents, she was someone else's child. This was just a little confusing.

Her mother answered the question, looking at her sadly, 'we really should start at the beginning. There are things we have hidden from you all your life, we hoped to spare you the pain of a life with magic but we felt it when you tried to end the world, we felt your power and we also know Dumbledore invited you to Hogwarts. Anyway, I'm starting in the middle again so…well, Ira and I have magic too, we graduated from Hogwarts a few years before we married and moved here. We were both wizarding doctors so we saw all the horrors of Voldemorts power and when things got too bad, we left. A few years later a young girl about 16 turned up on our doorstep begging for help, she was pregnant and almost full term and she didn't want to have her child where Voldemort could reach her, so she came to us.'

'Who is this Voldemort guy?' Even though Willow was dying to here about her parents she wanted to be sure she understood the whole story.

Her father answered her,' Voldemort was…is a powerful and evil wizard. He and his followers tried to take over the magic world, killing everyone who stood against them and killing muggles just for sport.' He looked up and saw the puzzled look on her face adding, 'a muggle is a non-magical person.'

Her mother picked up the story again, 'the woman, your mother was called Lilly Evans, and…she had been raped by Lord Voldemort, you are his child and although he didn't know of your existence then, I have no doubt that he felt your magic and felt your relationship to himself. He will come for you, I cannot begin to guess why he has not already.'

'My mother? What happened to her?' Willow didn't want to hear about her father, the only time she would meet him would be when she killed him for what he did to her mother.

'About 6 years later Lily married a man called James, and became Lily Potter they had a son, Harry, but Voldemort saw them as a threat and he killed them. He tried to kill Harry at the same time but his curse backfired on him and he disappeared for years. He apparently came back just a few weeks ago at the beginning of Summer and will no doubt try to finish what he started last time.' Sheila finished, looking at Willow with sadness and pity. 'We are sorry Willow, we know we were never really good parents to you but we thought you should know the full story before you left. Can you forgive us?'

'I have a brother?'

'Yes, I think he lives in the muggle world now but he goes to Hogwarts.'

Willow sat still for a moment, she couldn't believe this.

Her mother began to talk again, pushing an envelope across the table, 'your mother left this letter for you, she wanted you to read it some day.'

Willow took the letter, stood and walked to the door turning at the last instant, 'I forgive you and I understand why you did it. Goodbye.' She went out of the shop without looking back and walked for a few minutes before sitting on a bench in the park and taking out the letter.

She opened it and read the contents finding documents that where proof of her parentage and personal letters from her mother that had her in tears. Eventually she got up, her tears were still falling but she was completely resolved, she went to prepare to leave Sunnyhell forever.

Her flight had landed in London two hours ago and she was now in her penthouse hotel room connecting her laptop to the Internet. She had spent the flight deciding what to do when she arrived and she was now methodically putting her plan into action.

She began by transferring what amounted to 10 million British pounds from her offshore account into a British bank where she could access it easily.

When that was done she began her search, somewhere out there she had a brother and she was going to find him and if he wanted to go, he would be coming with her. She knew that it was extremely likely that he was happy and would want to stay where he was in which case she would leave him there and visit like a million times a week. If not there would be no way that she would leave without him.

They had told her he lived in the normal world so there would be a record of him somewhere and she would find him.

It took over three hours to narrow down the number of Harry Potters to one but eventually she was sure she had the right one. She didn't have to meet the Hogwarts representative until Saturday and this was Wednesday so she changed into her best take-me-seriously clothes, grabbed her laptop in its bag and practically bounce out of the hotel to find her elusive brother.

Three train rides and a cab journey later and she was standing at the door that was her destination. She rang the doorbell and waited, trying to contain her butterflies and not fidget with her hair.

'Harry!' the high pitched screech travelled through the wood of the door, 'Get up to your room I don't want anyone to see you. You scruffy waste of space.'

Willow contained her anger thinking there might be a good reason for the way this woman was treating her brother.

A sharp-faced grumpy-looking woman opened the door with an equally sharp 'Hello?'

'Hi, my name is Willow Rosenburg, I wondered if I could possibly speak to Harry Potter.' she was being as polite as possible to this woman who was simply standing scowling at her.

'Why do you want to talk to him?' the woman looked positively hostile now. 'You're one of those freaks aren't you, just like him, from that school of his. Well you can just leave I don't want you here, you should have been drowned at birth along with that brat Harry.' The woman attempted to slam the door in Willows face only to find it fixed in place and a very angry, black-eyed Willow facing her.

'I suggest you ask Harry to come down to see me, you will not insult either Harry or myself ever again and you will go somewhere that is not here until I need you. Are we clear?' Willow was barely containing the dark magic that was flowing through her body looking for a way out. One more word from this disgusting woman and she was going to lose it completely.

Luckily the woman simply nodded and fled towards the back of the house calling for Harry to come down on her way.

Willow used the minute before Harry appeared to calm down, her eyes changed back to their normal bright green and her power was no longer visible to anyone with a magical sense in their body.

Harry was puzzled. He was sitting in his room listening to what was going on at the front door. There was a woman there who wanted to talk to him and apparently, she was a witch. He didn't know anyone called Willow so was this just some witch journalist, oh God it wasn't another Rita Skeeter he didn't think he could handle that again. Besides, hadn't Dumbledore said no one in the wizarding world outside a selected few teachers and his friends knew where he lived?

Well his aunt had called him down so he could go and find out what this was all about.

When he reached the door he found a beautiful young woman with deep red hair, startling green eyes and a rather annoyed look on her face, but that was to be expected since she had been dealing with Aunt Petunia.

'Hello?' he watched as she looked at him, her face brightening and losing all trace of annoyance, in fact she looked extremely happy to see him.

'You're Harry?' at his nod she continued, 'Hi, my name is Willow. I'm sorry but I think I scared you aunt but she is definitely one of the most horrible people I have ever met in my life and trust me that's saying something. Why on earth do you stay here with her, I mean there must be somewhere else you can go and that's why I'm here. Oh, I wanted to ask, are you happy here not that I can see how you could be but well, I'm babbling a bit, I do that when I'm nervous. Anyway I would like to ask if you want to spend the day with me cause you wouldn't want to live with a complete stranger even if I am your sister and then if you want to leave this hell hole you can stay with me.' She fidgeted nervously but Harry didn't notice.

'My sister?' it was all he could think of to say, he had a sister, this woman was his sister, he didn't have to stay here anymore.

'Yeah, I probably should explain that, huh? Well a few days ago my parents told me that they weren't actually my parents and that my mum was your mum and that I have a half brother, you. Then this school, Hogwarts got in contact with me and offered me a job and so I came here. I wanted to see if you were happy, I don't know if you really want to come and stay with me and you really don't have to decide now its all up to you.'

'I will do anything to get away from here, and I would really like to stay with you but won't you have to get custody and stuff.' Willow looked like she was going to die of joy.

'It really that bad here? Do you want me to scare your Aunt some more, we could set some traps in the house, just to keep her on her toes. Oh and I can sort all the paper work and stuff.'

'No, its fine really, I just want to get out of here.' He didn't know his sister yet but he was sure he was going to like her. She definitely had her quirks, the babbling being one of them but she seemed like she could be a lot of fun to be with and hadn't she said that Dumbledore had offered her a job which meant she must be ok. He could really begin to like her.

At that moment his Uncle Vernon pulled into the driveway with Dudley stuffing his face in the passenger seat. He got out and stormed up to where they stood at the door, his face already set in a scowl.

'Who the hell are you and where is my wife?' Vernon shouted out the question squaring up to Willow in an obvious attempt to intimidate her. It didn't work.

Willow watched this rather fat man and his extremely fat son make their way towards her and fought to hold in her laughter as he tried to scare her.

She quickly regained her composure saying in a patient, condescending voice, 'I am your niece Mr Dursley, I am the daughter of Lily Potter and I am here to take custody of Harry Potter. I have documentation to prove who I am and I am willing to pay a substantial amount of money to ensure that you will never bother us again. As for your wife, I believe she is in your house somewhere, she did not bother to find out who I was before insulting me so I will not deal with her.'

The mans eyes lit up with greed at the prospect of a 'substantial amount of money' not to mention the idea of getting rid of Harry. 'Won't you come in and we can discus this in more comfort.'

The words practically oozed of his tongue, Goddess this man was as slimy as they come. Willow forced herself to remain polite however and followed him into the house, walking beside Harry into the sitting room.

Within the space of half an hour Harry had his bags packed and was leaving the Dursleys behind forever. Willow had produced documents ready for the Dursleys to sign saying that they would never again contact either of them if Willow paid them ten thousand pounds and they had happily signed them as soon as they saw Willow write out a cheque. There was no real need for lawyers since once the two lived in the wizarding world they would not be found anyway by any muggle means. The documents were possibly not completely legally binding but they served the purpose of keeping the Dursleys away from them since they were not smart enough to know that and the money was really nothing to Willow anyway.

Willow was in a happy little world of her own as she sat in the taxi next to Harry on their way to the station. She had been worried for a minute when Dursley had read out the name of her father, as soon as Harry heard the name Voldemort he had started and paled a little but he didn't seem to hold it against her, for which she was thankful.

Harry had been startled when he heard who Willows dad was. He couldn't believe his mum had been with that monster, but he realised that it wasn't Willows fault that her father was evil, so he had waited until they were in the taxi to ask her about it.

'Will you explain about your father?'

Willow looked at him, clearly wondering what to tell him, 'He raped Lily, your, our mother. I have never met him of spoken with him but be sure that if and when I do, I will destroy him for what he did to her and to everyone else.'

She spoke with quiet confidence and surprisingly he found himself believing she could and would do it.

He could accept her as his sister, it was easy really, she was so friendly and seemed to be desperate to get to know him and make up for lost time.

'So what job are you going to be doing at Hogwarts?' he really was curious about this and he really couldn't think of any job, unless Dumbledore was finally replacing Trelawney with a real seer.

'I'm the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, it should be fun except that I'm not sure if you get the same kind of evil things that we got back home, I'm going to have to do some research.'

'How can you be the DADA teacher, I mean you're so young and not to scare you but the past teachers haven't lasted more than a year.' She couldn't possibly be serious, there was no way she could have any experience, she was so young and she had said herself that she didn't know what kind of dark things they had to study. It wasn't that he didn't want her to teach he just couldn't believe the headmaster would hire someone so…well, young and innocent.

The cab stopped and they got out grabbing Harry's bags and making their way into the station. Willow waited until they were settled to wait for their train before answering. 'I wish I was as inexperienced as I must look, but where I lived until now its impossible to avoid the things that go bump in the night. Have you ever heard of the Hellmouth, well that is what my town is, vampires, demons, you name it we have it and have most likely killed it at some point or other. Some of my friends have died or changed completely, including myself, it was no picnic living there.'

She looked so sad Harry was relieved when the train pulled up and her thought focused on getting on without losing anything. They got on the train and sat down all the time talking about unimportant things. They continued chatting about less serious things, about Hogwarts and Harry's life in general for most of the journey. It was only when they arrived in London that Harry thought of something to really cheer her up.

'Why don't we dump my stuff and go to Diagon Alley shopping, I can show you all the sights and we can get you robes and set up an account for you in Gringotts.' The moment he saw her face he was glad he had thought of it, in fact it wasn't so much her face as her bouncing that gave away her approval of the idea.

She was so happy it was unbelievable, Harry was great and she was so grateful to have him with her although the more she heard about his life, the more she wished she had inflicted immense pain on the Dursleys.

She laughed when she caught sight of his open-jawed expression when they entered her penthouse suite. There was no way she was letting him explore and play with all the gadgets though because he had promised her shopping and she was not a patient woman.

They were in and out of the hotel suite in under two minutes and then they walking towards the Leaky Caldron and Diagon Alley, or at least Harry was walking, what Willow was doing was closer to skipping. He really brought out the hidden child in her, or maybe it was just the change in environment.