Title: Consequences
Author: wildchild494
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoilers: My own version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Season 7, and the HP kids are in 7th year.
Summary: Willow is sent to Hogwarts to control her magic, and Buffy is going with her.
A/N: Hey people! This is my first HP/BTVS crossover fic! So please be nice in your reviews! :-) Oh, and so you won't get confused, spoken lines in the fic use "CooL!" and thoughts are 'whatever', and emphasized words are *alright!*
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! :-)
And just to let you guys know, I wasn't able to watch the earlier seasons of Buffy, so I'm not really sure what happened. I did know that Faith killed somebody though, and Buffy was angry at her? So please tell me if I made a mistake in the fic... :-) Thanks again!
Chapter Two: Forgive and Forget
Willow gazed longingly at the picture frame that hung on her bedside wall. The picture frame that held the picture of the woman she had once, and still loved. For the past twenty-one years of her life, she had always been looking for someone to be there for her when she needed them. Someone who would be able to give her what she needed. Someone who understood all the things that she had to go through. And so far, only Tara had been able to give all that to her.
The picture was taken when she and Tara were at the beach, taking some time off from being slayerettes and full time wiccas. A cheerful smile was worn on each of their faces, their eyes alight with contentment and happiness.
Her present smile was not one bit similar to the one in the photo, her smile held nothing but sorrow, grief and complete desolation. Gone were the days when she and Tara were together, holding hands, studying new spells...Now they were apart, but Willow knew she was somewhere up there. A beautiful angel watching over her. And was no doubt unhappy for what she did.
She regretted what she did, for killing a mortal. She had broken one of the most important commandments. 'Thou shall not kill'. Her conscience was now wounded with a guilt that she never thought she would feel in her entire life. What she did had left a permanent scar on her soul, a flaw to her once carefree spirit, a blemish to the once bubbly Willow that was her.
Her eyes misted over tears just as the phone rang. Wiping the drops of sadness from her eyes, she reached for the phone that lay on her computer table. Her computer table that was no longer cluttered with books of witchcraft and demons.
A part of her still missed the feeling of power that would course through her when she did magic. But one glance at the image of Tara's face, and that pleasing feeling would vanish in a flash.
"Hello?"
"Of course, I'll be there right away."
Willow placed the phone gently back into its cradle before grabbing her corduroy coat and trudging down the steps of the Summer's home and making her way to the Magic Box, wondering what Giles wanted to tell her that was so important.
*** Faith walked slowly into the Magic Box, keeping her eyes on her fellow slayer for the whole time. Giles was still smiling, and it was obvious that the old Watcher had just told Buffy about her arrival. "Hey B," she greeted her, smiling tentatively. The Council guy had told her on the way to their destination that she was to take place of Buffy in Sunnydale while the elder Slayer accompanied Willow to London, to help her control her magic.
"I'll be right back, I need to make a phone call." Giles said and gave them both an encouraging look before hurrying off to the back part of the Magic Box.
"Hello Faith," Buffy replied in a level tone.
"It's been long hasn't it?" Faith asked, trying to keep the conversation neutral.
Buffy never took her eyes off her, which sort of bothered Faith. It seemed like the elder slayer was gauging her if she was still evil or not...if she had changed or not. And Faith knew the only way to make her believe that she was a whole new different person was to say— "I'm sorry," Faith blurted out.
A smile graced Buffy's uncertain face.
Faith blinked. Once. Then twice. Yup. The smile was still there. It was unsure and slightly crooked, but nevertheless, it was still a smile. And it shocked the hell out of her. She wasn't expecting that simple move. "I have to say B, I'm surprised you'd forgive me that fast," Faith said returning the blonde's smile.
Something passed through Buffy's hazel eyes. Her eyes that seemed to hold a lot more than she was letting on. Faith always wondered what those pools of hazel meant. And right now, it appeared frozen. However, you can never know with Buffy. She always had something up her sleeve, either bad or good. She wished it was the latter.
"What makes you think that I've forgiven you?"
Her stomach tightened at the dreaded response.
"There's only one way I can forgive you Faith," Buffy said taking a step towards her.
Faith stood stationary. Was she suggesting a fight? Because that was very unlikely coming from someone like Buffy. "And how's that B?" she asked uneasily.
"You have to show me that you have changed," Buffy said quietly, her gaze on her never wavering. "If you manage to keep Sunnydale safe—the gang safe..." her voice trailed off, and Faith internally finished it in her mind. '...then I'll be forgiven.'
***
To get to the Magic Box from Revello Drive, you have to pass through a number of cemeteries, a number of cemeteries that were filled with a number of graves, a number of graves that were filled with a number of unjustified deaths.
Willow stopped on instinct at a certain graveyard—where Tara was buried. She stood at the entrance of the necropolis, the stone statues glaring down at her. Ignorant to their questioning eyes, her gaze impeded on the direction of Tara's resting place. She clenched her fists, willing herself to literally and figuratively move on.
A sigh escaped her lips the second she was finally able to instruct her feet to move again. She wondered where she herself, would go once she was gone from the world of mortality. Heaven—or hell?
Her chest constricted as she thought of the latter choice, and a cold shiver raced down her spine. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself as she ignored the guilty feeling of—pleasure that invaded her soul. She might've killed—but the person she killed was no innocent. He was responsible for the death of the woman she had actually ever loved. It was just another form of vengeance. And as the saying goes—revenge truly is sweet.
She came to a halt at the entrance doors of the Magic Box. She could hear voices conversing from the interior parts of the shop. And she could vaguely recognize one that she hadn't heard from in a very long time. Her hand rested on the doorknob, and as if on cue, the voices from the inside ceased.
Her fingers did that twisting thing you do when you turn a doorknob, and the familiar sound of the bell tinkled as the door opened to reveal two slayers that were evidently waiting for her arrival.
She wondered what Faith was doing here back in Sunnydale. Hopefully it isn't to fight Buffy because that would just top her day for being a very miserable one. But judging from the fact that both of them were unscathed, she guessed that it wasn't that.
They wore identical expressions of deep concentration, and Willow knew that she had just interrupted a very important and more or less, a very tense discussion. Willow just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. She didn't know what Faith thought of her, but she did know that Buffy still didn't entirely forgive her yet and she didn't blame Buffy for it.
To her astonishment, Faith was the one who spoke first. "Hey Red," she greeted her shooting the nervous witch a half-smile.
Willow returned it reluctantly, not sure what Buffy would make of it. But the elder slayer simply smiled comfortingly at her which surprised her yet again. "Um, hi."
The sound of a door softly slamming emerged from the back room, and out came Giles, a small smile on his face. "Hello Willow." He addressed, taking a seat beside Buffy on the research table. Willow uncertainly sat down beside him as he patted the empty chair next to himself.
"Remember what I told you after the—erm, incident?" Giles asked using the word 'incident' uncomfortably.
"Something about learning to control my magic?"
"Yes," Giles said. "Well, I have arranged for you and Buffy to be sent to a school for magic in London, where you will learn to do so."
Willow's emeralds brightened with excitement and a slight tinge of hope. "Really? But what about Sunnydale? Without Buffy around--"
Faith interrupted her this time. "That's why I'm here, Red." She said, casting a wary glance at the other slayer who had remained silent all throughout the conversation.
"And Buffy—you don't have a problem with this, do you?" Willow asked shyly, timidly turning her head to her best friend.
"Of course not," Buffy said. Now these words weren't said with that much enthusiasm as Willow had hoped, but nevertheless, it was hinted with the sweetness that would've come from the Buffy she knew before—all that horrible stuff happened.
"This was sent for you from Hogwarts," Giles said taking out the envelope that she had spied him carrying from the backroom seconds ago. Willow took it, not trying to seem too eager at getting out of Sunnydale for a while. It would be good to take a break from being surrounded by people who didn't seem to trust themselves alone with her. That is, except for Buffy who will be going with her.
For Willow, she didn't see this as unfortunate, but she rather saw this as a way to prove to Buffy that she will never let evil prevail over her goodness again, or let her magic take control over her senses ever again.
As quick as her fingers would allow her, she opened the intricately designed envelope that enclosed a very formal-like letter that surely came from somewhere of great importance to the world of magic. Well, seeing as it was a school for witchraft and wizardry, it certainly does play a very essential role in the unknown world of magic.
Dear Ms. Willow Rosenberg,
We have heard about the adverse turn of events in your world and we send our deepest condolence to you. Mr. Rupert Giles has contacted me a week ago about the incident, and has requested to enroll you and your friend: Ms. Buffy Anne Summers here in our school: Hogwarts: School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am more than happy to accept you here in our humble school.
As you are already in your early twenties, Mr. Giles will concoct a potion to make you and Ms. Summers a few years younger so as to let you fit in well with the other students. And since you are already a very advanced witch, we feel it no need for you to start in the first year. So we will be placing you directly in the seventh. As Mr. Giles said, you will be only spending a year here. And we hope for the best for you.
We are looking forward to your arrival.
With utmost respect,
Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster)
"Potion?" Buffy said incredulously, speaking for the first time. "A few years younger?" The shocked look on her face was amusing to see, but Willow didn't risk laughing at her lest she got angry. Things were already fragile between them.
"Seventeen to be precise," Giles said with a grin that screamed 'Ripper'. It seemed that whenever he talked about potions and old wizards, it was like he became twenty years younger.
"He used to attend Hogwarts when he was young," Buffy explained rolling her eyes at her Watcher.
"You never told us that!" Willow accused, waggling a finger at 'Ripper' who grinned once again. He stood up and started to rummage around the shelves behind the counter, running his finger along the labels of the different colored bottles that stood untouched for months. "Ah, here it is." He removed a cylindrically shaped bottle that was filled with light blue liquid.
"Ready to be seventeen again?" he asked raising a very un-Giles-like eyebrow. The two best friends glanced briefly at each other before nodding. He uncapped the bottle and poured half in a paper cup, and the rest of it into another paper cup. Adjusting his spectacles, he distributed the potions to the two nervous girls.
"Here we go," Buffy breathed and raised the cup to her lips at the same moment that Willow did, and instantaneously, the downed the glass in one large gulp. Buffy wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Ugh! That tasted like fish!" she crumpled the paper cup and tossed it over her shoulder where it landed squarely in the middle of the trash can.
"I don't feel anything," Willow said looking down at her body to see if there were any changes. "Do I look any different?"
"Nope," Faith said giving both a girls a once-over.
"Giles?" Buffy asked questioningly, moving over to stare at her reflection on the full-length mirror beside the shelves of books.
"Three, two, one..." was all Giles said, and as if he said a spell—
"Whoa!" Faith exclaimed looking stunned. "It worked."
"That was amazing Giles!" Willow gushed, beaming at the Watcher who tried to look modest. The red-head, finally realizing that she couldn't tell if she changed or not by simply staring down at herself went hurriedly over to Buffy who was frowning at her reflection.
"Anything wrong Buffy?" Willow asked, letting out a short gasp at the change in her appearance. She looked exactly like her seventeen year old self—so did Buffy.
"I didn't realize that I was a tad bit flabby a few years ago," she replied flexing her arms that lacked the usual muscle that she had grown over the years of slaying and training. Willow couldn't help but giggle. It felt weird being seventeen years old again. Her teenage years. Her years of innocence.
Her thoughts were once again brought back to the main reason on why she was being transformed into her earlier years. She was to control her magic at Hogwarts, a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry in London.
"Looks like were all set here," Buffy said tying her hair into a ponytail, making Willow catch a glimpse of her former cheerleader self. "One question though Giles."
"Yes?"
"Do they know about me, being the slayer?"
"The professors, and the Headmaster as well as the Ministry of Magic knows of you and your slaying skills. But the student populate do not. You are discouraged to use your skills in front of them as to rouse suspicion. We do not want any of the bad crowds interfering."
"What about me?"
"Same goes for you Willow. Though of course, you are encouraged as much to do your best in controlling both your temper and your magic. Those two never get along well with each other. And I trust Buffy to be beside you every second of the day."
Willow felt a pang at his last phrase. Guess, she couldn't be trusted enough to be left alone. She shrugged this off though. Alone or not. This was a chance of a lifetime. A chance, not only to redeem herself, but a chance to see the other side of the world. To face the supernatural, the magic of the other half of reality.
*** Somewhere in the outskirts of South Africa...
The night was frigid, and the moon barely shone on the black canvas above. The clouds threatened to let loose the rain from within, as it hovered among the dim stars slowly being carried by the whistling wind across the dark skies.
A lone figure clad in shredded clothing staggered down the sidewalk oblivious to the stares it received from the perturbed passersby. It clutched its head in agony, mumbling incoherently under its breath.
It stumbled as it made its way through a thick grove of trees, the entrance into the forest. Animals scurried away in fright as it passed under a small lamp that was left behind by the natives, no shadow followed it.
"No!" It screamed out in anguish, and fell to the cold ground in a heap. Only three words escaped its lips.
"Kill the slayer."
A/N:Please review. It makes me update faster...oh, and are there any suggestions to pairings? :-)
Author: wildchild494
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoilers: My own version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Season 7, and the HP kids are in 7th year.
Summary: Willow is sent to Hogwarts to control her magic, and Buffy is going with her.
A/N: Hey people! This is my first HP/BTVS crossover fic! So please be nice in your reviews! :-) Oh, and so you won't get confused, spoken lines in the fic use "CooL!" and thoughts are 'whatever', and emphasized words are *alright!*
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! :-)
And just to let you guys know, I wasn't able to watch the earlier seasons of Buffy, so I'm not really sure what happened. I did know that Faith killed somebody though, and Buffy was angry at her? So please tell me if I made a mistake in the fic... :-) Thanks again!
Chapter Two: Forgive and Forget
Willow gazed longingly at the picture frame that hung on her bedside wall. The picture frame that held the picture of the woman she had once, and still loved. For the past twenty-one years of her life, she had always been looking for someone to be there for her when she needed them. Someone who would be able to give her what she needed. Someone who understood all the things that she had to go through. And so far, only Tara had been able to give all that to her.
The picture was taken when she and Tara were at the beach, taking some time off from being slayerettes and full time wiccas. A cheerful smile was worn on each of their faces, their eyes alight with contentment and happiness.
Her present smile was not one bit similar to the one in the photo, her smile held nothing but sorrow, grief and complete desolation. Gone were the days when she and Tara were together, holding hands, studying new spells...Now they were apart, but Willow knew she was somewhere up there. A beautiful angel watching over her. And was no doubt unhappy for what she did.
She regretted what she did, for killing a mortal. She had broken one of the most important commandments. 'Thou shall not kill'. Her conscience was now wounded with a guilt that she never thought she would feel in her entire life. What she did had left a permanent scar on her soul, a flaw to her once carefree spirit, a blemish to the once bubbly Willow that was her.
Her eyes misted over tears just as the phone rang. Wiping the drops of sadness from her eyes, she reached for the phone that lay on her computer table. Her computer table that was no longer cluttered with books of witchcraft and demons.
A part of her still missed the feeling of power that would course through her when she did magic. But one glance at the image of Tara's face, and that pleasing feeling would vanish in a flash.
"Hello?"
"Of course, I'll be there right away."
Willow placed the phone gently back into its cradle before grabbing her corduroy coat and trudging down the steps of the Summer's home and making her way to the Magic Box, wondering what Giles wanted to tell her that was so important.
*** Faith walked slowly into the Magic Box, keeping her eyes on her fellow slayer for the whole time. Giles was still smiling, and it was obvious that the old Watcher had just told Buffy about her arrival. "Hey B," she greeted her, smiling tentatively. The Council guy had told her on the way to their destination that she was to take place of Buffy in Sunnydale while the elder Slayer accompanied Willow to London, to help her control her magic.
"I'll be right back, I need to make a phone call." Giles said and gave them both an encouraging look before hurrying off to the back part of the Magic Box.
"Hello Faith," Buffy replied in a level tone.
"It's been long hasn't it?" Faith asked, trying to keep the conversation neutral.
Buffy never took her eyes off her, which sort of bothered Faith. It seemed like the elder slayer was gauging her if she was still evil or not...if she had changed or not. And Faith knew the only way to make her believe that she was a whole new different person was to say— "I'm sorry," Faith blurted out.
A smile graced Buffy's uncertain face.
Faith blinked. Once. Then twice. Yup. The smile was still there. It was unsure and slightly crooked, but nevertheless, it was still a smile. And it shocked the hell out of her. She wasn't expecting that simple move. "I have to say B, I'm surprised you'd forgive me that fast," Faith said returning the blonde's smile.
Something passed through Buffy's hazel eyes. Her eyes that seemed to hold a lot more than she was letting on. Faith always wondered what those pools of hazel meant. And right now, it appeared frozen. However, you can never know with Buffy. She always had something up her sleeve, either bad or good. She wished it was the latter.
"What makes you think that I've forgiven you?"
Her stomach tightened at the dreaded response.
"There's only one way I can forgive you Faith," Buffy said taking a step towards her.
Faith stood stationary. Was she suggesting a fight? Because that was very unlikely coming from someone like Buffy. "And how's that B?" she asked uneasily.
"You have to show me that you have changed," Buffy said quietly, her gaze on her never wavering. "If you manage to keep Sunnydale safe—the gang safe..." her voice trailed off, and Faith internally finished it in her mind. '...then I'll be forgiven.'
***
To get to the Magic Box from Revello Drive, you have to pass through a number of cemeteries, a number of cemeteries that were filled with a number of graves, a number of graves that were filled with a number of unjustified deaths.
Willow stopped on instinct at a certain graveyard—where Tara was buried. She stood at the entrance of the necropolis, the stone statues glaring down at her. Ignorant to their questioning eyes, her gaze impeded on the direction of Tara's resting place. She clenched her fists, willing herself to literally and figuratively move on.
A sigh escaped her lips the second she was finally able to instruct her feet to move again. She wondered where she herself, would go once she was gone from the world of mortality. Heaven—or hell?
Her chest constricted as she thought of the latter choice, and a cold shiver raced down her spine. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself as she ignored the guilty feeling of—pleasure that invaded her soul. She might've killed—but the person she killed was no innocent. He was responsible for the death of the woman she had actually ever loved. It was just another form of vengeance. And as the saying goes—revenge truly is sweet.
She came to a halt at the entrance doors of the Magic Box. She could hear voices conversing from the interior parts of the shop. And she could vaguely recognize one that she hadn't heard from in a very long time. Her hand rested on the doorknob, and as if on cue, the voices from the inside ceased.
Her fingers did that twisting thing you do when you turn a doorknob, and the familiar sound of the bell tinkled as the door opened to reveal two slayers that were evidently waiting for her arrival.
She wondered what Faith was doing here back in Sunnydale. Hopefully it isn't to fight Buffy because that would just top her day for being a very miserable one. But judging from the fact that both of them were unscathed, she guessed that it wasn't that.
They wore identical expressions of deep concentration, and Willow knew that she had just interrupted a very important and more or less, a very tense discussion. Willow just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. She didn't know what Faith thought of her, but she did know that Buffy still didn't entirely forgive her yet and she didn't blame Buffy for it.
To her astonishment, Faith was the one who spoke first. "Hey Red," she greeted her shooting the nervous witch a half-smile.
Willow returned it reluctantly, not sure what Buffy would make of it. But the elder slayer simply smiled comfortingly at her which surprised her yet again. "Um, hi."
The sound of a door softly slamming emerged from the back room, and out came Giles, a small smile on his face. "Hello Willow." He addressed, taking a seat beside Buffy on the research table. Willow uncertainly sat down beside him as he patted the empty chair next to himself.
"Remember what I told you after the—erm, incident?" Giles asked using the word 'incident' uncomfortably.
"Something about learning to control my magic?"
"Yes," Giles said. "Well, I have arranged for you and Buffy to be sent to a school for magic in London, where you will learn to do so."
Willow's emeralds brightened with excitement and a slight tinge of hope. "Really? But what about Sunnydale? Without Buffy around--"
Faith interrupted her this time. "That's why I'm here, Red." She said, casting a wary glance at the other slayer who had remained silent all throughout the conversation.
"And Buffy—you don't have a problem with this, do you?" Willow asked shyly, timidly turning her head to her best friend.
"Of course not," Buffy said. Now these words weren't said with that much enthusiasm as Willow had hoped, but nevertheless, it was hinted with the sweetness that would've come from the Buffy she knew before—all that horrible stuff happened.
"This was sent for you from Hogwarts," Giles said taking out the envelope that she had spied him carrying from the backroom seconds ago. Willow took it, not trying to seem too eager at getting out of Sunnydale for a while. It would be good to take a break from being surrounded by people who didn't seem to trust themselves alone with her. That is, except for Buffy who will be going with her.
For Willow, she didn't see this as unfortunate, but she rather saw this as a way to prove to Buffy that she will never let evil prevail over her goodness again, or let her magic take control over her senses ever again.
As quick as her fingers would allow her, she opened the intricately designed envelope that enclosed a very formal-like letter that surely came from somewhere of great importance to the world of magic. Well, seeing as it was a school for witchraft and wizardry, it certainly does play a very essential role in the unknown world of magic.
Dear Ms. Willow Rosenberg,
We have heard about the adverse turn of events in your world and we send our deepest condolence to you. Mr. Rupert Giles has contacted me a week ago about the incident, and has requested to enroll you and your friend: Ms. Buffy Anne Summers here in our school: Hogwarts: School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am more than happy to accept you here in our humble school.
As you are already in your early twenties, Mr. Giles will concoct a potion to make you and Ms. Summers a few years younger so as to let you fit in well with the other students. And since you are already a very advanced witch, we feel it no need for you to start in the first year. So we will be placing you directly in the seventh. As Mr. Giles said, you will be only spending a year here. And we hope for the best for you.
We are looking forward to your arrival.
With utmost respect,
Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster)
"Potion?" Buffy said incredulously, speaking for the first time. "A few years younger?" The shocked look on her face was amusing to see, but Willow didn't risk laughing at her lest she got angry. Things were already fragile between them.
"Seventeen to be precise," Giles said with a grin that screamed 'Ripper'. It seemed that whenever he talked about potions and old wizards, it was like he became twenty years younger.
"He used to attend Hogwarts when he was young," Buffy explained rolling her eyes at her Watcher.
"You never told us that!" Willow accused, waggling a finger at 'Ripper' who grinned once again. He stood up and started to rummage around the shelves behind the counter, running his finger along the labels of the different colored bottles that stood untouched for months. "Ah, here it is." He removed a cylindrically shaped bottle that was filled with light blue liquid.
"Ready to be seventeen again?" he asked raising a very un-Giles-like eyebrow. The two best friends glanced briefly at each other before nodding. He uncapped the bottle and poured half in a paper cup, and the rest of it into another paper cup. Adjusting his spectacles, he distributed the potions to the two nervous girls.
"Here we go," Buffy breathed and raised the cup to her lips at the same moment that Willow did, and instantaneously, the downed the glass in one large gulp. Buffy wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Ugh! That tasted like fish!" she crumpled the paper cup and tossed it over her shoulder where it landed squarely in the middle of the trash can.
"I don't feel anything," Willow said looking down at her body to see if there were any changes. "Do I look any different?"
"Nope," Faith said giving both a girls a once-over.
"Giles?" Buffy asked questioningly, moving over to stare at her reflection on the full-length mirror beside the shelves of books.
"Three, two, one..." was all Giles said, and as if he said a spell—
"Whoa!" Faith exclaimed looking stunned. "It worked."
"That was amazing Giles!" Willow gushed, beaming at the Watcher who tried to look modest. The red-head, finally realizing that she couldn't tell if she changed or not by simply staring down at herself went hurriedly over to Buffy who was frowning at her reflection.
"Anything wrong Buffy?" Willow asked, letting out a short gasp at the change in her appearance. She looked exactly like her seventeen year old self—so did Buffy.
"I didn't realize that I was a tad bit flabby a few years ago," she replied flexing her arms that lacked the usual muscle that she had grown over the years of slaying and training. Willow couldn't help but giggle. It felt weird being seventeen years old again. Her teenage years. Her years of innocence.
Her thoughts were once again brought back to the main reason on why she was being transformed into her earlier years. She was to control her magic at Hogwarts, a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry in London.
"Looks like were all set here," Buffy said tying her hair into a ponytail, making Willow catch a glimpse of her former cheerleader self. "One question though Giles."
"Yes?"
"Do they know about me, being the slayer?"
"The professors, and the Headmaster as well as the Ministry of Magic knows of you and your slaying skills. But the student populate do not. You are discouraged to use your skills in front of them as to rouse suspicion. We do not want any of the bad crowds interfering."
"What about me?"
"Same goes for you Willow. Though of course, you are encouraged as much to do your best in controlling both your temper and your magic. Those two never get along well with each other. And I trust Buffy to be beside you every second of the day."
Willow felt a pang at his last phrase. Guess, she couldn't be trusted enough to be left alone. She shrugged this off though. Alone or not. This was a chance of a lifetime. A chance, not only to redeem herself, but a chance to see the other side of the world. To face the supernatural, the magic of the other half of reality.
*** Somewhere in the outskirts of South Africa...
The night was frigid, and the moon barely shone on the black canvas above. The clouds threatened to let loose the rain from within, as it hovered among the dim stars slowly being carried by the whistling wind across the dark skies.
A lone figure clad in shredded clothing staggered down the sidewalk oblivious to the stares it received from the perturbed passersby. It clutched its head in agony, mumbling incoherently under its breath.
It stumbled as it made its way through a thick grove of trees, the entrance into the forest. Animals scurried away in fright as it passed under a small lamp that was left behind by the natives, no shadow followed it.
"No!" It screamed out in anguish, and fell to the cold ground in a heap. Only three words escaped its lips.
"Kill the slayer."
A/N:Please review. It makes me update faster...oh, and are there any suggestions to pairings? :-)