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Through the Looking Glass

Author's Note: This was supposed to be an extremely short chapter, but for some reason, it came out like this. Who knew?

Chapter 3

Measly Weasley

Willow had finally gotten the courage to find her feet and learn to stand again. As she had started walking, with each step she could feel the presence of magic grow with each step. At first she had thought that she had been misreading the signs, but as soon as she had stepped foot into the village, Willow could feel magic all around.

Willow looked up at a sign closest to her.

Danger Ahead - Construction

Willow looked around the sign, but saw no evidence of construction. In fact, the place looked as if it was full of people. She looked back at the sign, and squinted her eyes, the letters began to change.

Hogsmeade

Willow blinked. Sure enough the sign read Hogsmeade, when just moments before it had read Danger Ahead - Construction. She took a step past the sign and the people came more into focus. Most were wearing elaborate type costumes with cloaks and pointy hats. One woman who walked by wore a raven hat, and if that wasn't weird enough, the raven was talking to a balding man selling papers. As Willow walked closer, she tried to read what was on the cover of the paper.

Muggle Prime Minister attacked by vicious flobberworm.

Photos by: Brunhilda Bagnastchy

Willow had never heard of a flobberworm, or a muggle for that matter, and so she was slightly intrigued. She scooted closer to the stand and tried to see the pictures better. Was it just Willow, or was the picture on the front page moving... and talking!?

"Get'cher firs' rate news 'ere!" The balding man shouted as the lady took the magazine and scuttled off. "6 sickles! Sale! Vicious flobberworm attacks Muggle! On'y 6 sickles."

"Why should we care what happens to muggles?" A sneer voice said behind her. The bald man's gaze turned downward - he looked as if his feelings had been hurt.

Willow turned around to see a very tall, (and yet snarky and pompous) blond man. He sneered in Willow's general direction; Willow arched one eyebrow and looked the man up and down. She snorted and turned back to the bald guy.

"How much?" She asked with a quick look over her shoulders.

"Six sickles." His face brightened.

"Sickles?" Willow reached into her bag and pulled out a ten dollar bill. "I only have dollars."

The old man looked at the ten that Willow held in her hand. "Dollar? Yer not from 'round these parts are you?"

"No - I'm from Cali-"

"Give her the paper, man." The snarky voice was behind her shoulder again. "I'll take care of it." One gold coin flipped in the air and landed in the man's hand. "Do keep the change, as I'm quite sure you need it more than I."

Willow ignored the blond man as the elderly one handed her the paper. "The article on ghoul feastin' is right worf a read."

"Thanks." Willow smiled brightly and held up the paper. The pictures were moving!

"Ahem."

Willow turned around. "Yes?"

"I just paid for that, and you're not going to thank me?"

"You just gave off this... nevermind." Willow gave her best 'get-away-from-me' smile. "Thanks." Willow turned back around and began to walk off, as she began to intently read the articles inside. One article was upside down, so she flipped the magazine over, and started to read.

Sure is odd, she thought. Willow looked up and read another sign.

The Three Broomsticks

"The Quibbler is nothing but rubbish." There he was again.

"Are you stalking me?" Willow closed the magazine.

"Draco Malfoy." The man held out his hand, Willow took a step back. "I won't bite." Willow took his hand and he kissed her hand.

Gross, Willow thought. There was a pause... Willow thought that he must be waiting for her introduction, but she didn't care to take the conversation further.

"Want to go in?" The man pointed to the store.

"Huh?"

"I'll get you a Butterbeer."

"No, thanks, I don't drink."

"You don't drink?" He looked extremely puzzled. "How do you keep fluids in your body?"

"I mean... I don't drink alcohol."

"What's alcohol?"

"You don't know what alcohol is?" Willow asked. Now she was the extremely puzzled one. "How do you not know about alcohol and yet you ask me to have a drink?"

"Alright," Draco held up his arms. "Might you accompany me if I were to buy you some pumpkin juice then?"

Willow thought about it, she was thirsty, and he did seem to want to give her free stuff. "Is it good?"

"Very cool and refreshing... Miss..."

"Oh!" Willow shook her head. "Willow Rosenberg."

"Rosenberg?"

"Yep - that's me. Rosenberg. Willow. Willow Rosenberg."

"Pureblood?"

"As far as I know." Willow had no idea what he meant by that, but she figured that whatever it meant, that it couldn't mean something too bad.

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"So - where are you from Willow?"

Willow took a sip of her pumpkin juice. Draco had been nice, but she was starting to worry about what exactly was going on. She looked around and took in the surroundings. So far, from what she had learned very quickly was that this was a wizard village, butterbeer wasn't alcoholic, and that being pureblood was a good thing.

"California."

"Really? What school did you go to?"

"Which school?"

"You had more than one school?"

"Oh, um, yeah, different system. I went to four schools; all in Sunnydale, California."

"Four schools?" Draco took a sip of his butterbeer and motioned for another. "What was your favorite subject?"

"Oh, I loved it all, well, mostly all of it. In my third school, things kind of got wacky, a lot of weird things started to happen, but I made it through."

"Weird things?"

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"That's fine."

"What about you?" Willow questioned as she heard the cackle of a witch as the door opened. "Your favorite subject?"

"Potions. And had I gone to Durmstrang, I would have been a top student there. They focus on a lot of the darker arts." Draco also looked up; he sneered at the red-haired man who had just walked in.

Willow turned around to look at the man. "Don't dabble too much in the dark arts..." Willow said with a sincere tone. "It's bad."

"Yes, mum."

"No, I'm serious..."

"Hold that thought, love." Draco squeezed Willow's hand as he moved towards the red head.

Willow's eyes followed him across the room, but she didn't hear the entire conversation due to her obnoxious thoughts... I should tell him that I've been a lesbian for the past...

"Weasley!"

What's it been? Three years?

"How's the Mudblood?"

Or was it four? Why can't I remember?

"G'bye measly Weasley..."

Well, I did like guys for a while ... so ... maybe I just won't tell him.

"Sorry - you were saying?"

Willow shook her thoughts away and watched the furious red-haired and red-cheeked man leave the building.

"Oh - dark magic isn't fun. I nearly killed my best friend, because I had so much power in me that I couldn't think straight."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why were you about to kill your friend?"

"He wouldn't let me destroy the world."

Draco's eyes opened extremely wide. "Bloody hell. What would make you do such a thing?"

"Er... death of a very dear friend."

"Oh."

"Just don't dabble. I wouldn't want what happened to me to happen to anyone else."

x chapter's end x

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I had always told myself to never make Draco good... and yet he seems to be halfway decent. I don't know what got into me, y'all. I mean, technically, he thinks Willow's pureblood and just a little off her rocker, but he's still mean to everyone else, eh? LOL.

Look forward to Ch. 4 entitled:

Of Gold and Pink... Hair?