Title: Shadows Whipser Back
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: [email protected] or [email protected]
Rating: Overall R
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Joss Whedon gets all the credit for BTVS.
Category: BTVS/HP crossover
Pairing: Willow/Harry (cause I want to try it).
Spoilers: Season Two for BTVS and Goblet of Fire for HP.
Summary: Willow's mother has been keeping things from her . . .
Notes: AU, for sure. In BTVS, every up to the end of Season Two holds, except:
1) No Oz/Willow relationship in this fic.
2) Willow and her friends are fifteen.
Part One
"How could she do this?"
Willow Rosenburg flinched at the sound of her mother's voice, biting her lip as she strained to hear her father's reply. Ira Rosenburg was saying something back to his wife, but it was muffled as he was in the kitchen. She wished her father would come out into the living
room so she could hear what he was saying.
Willow craned her neck, eyes peeking through the railing of the staircase to where her mother was pacing. Whatever her father said, Sheila was in extreme disagreement with it.
"I tried so hard," Sheila cried, tears flooding down her cheeks. "I tried so hard to keep all of that from her, but she found it anyway! Oh God Ira, what are we going to do? My poor baby!"
Willow had never seen her mother so upset. Hell, she had never seen her mother show this much interest in her before. But once Ira and Sheila had heard what happened, they came rushing back into town.
Her and her friends fed her the same story they fed the cops, that they were attacked by a gang on PCP. Cops bought it, her parents didn't.
Sheila had gone into hysterics the moment she laid eyes on Willow in that hospital bed. She had immediately grabbed her daughter, demanding to know why she had done it. But Willow was confused.
Done what?
Her parents had her released from the hospital and essentially caged her up in their house. She was allowed no visitors at all, period. She wasn't allowed phone calls or emails, which was a real pain right now considering how Buffy had up and disappeared. Willow had tried to convey to her parents her need to check up on Buffy, but they would not be moved. Willow was not allowed out of her room.
The redhead leaned her head against the railing, looking down as her father finally joined her mother in the living room. It was hard to tell that Willow was Ira's daughter. The redhead followed after her mother completely. Right down to the pale skin, red hair, and fairy
like features. The only confusion came from Willow's bright green eyes. Her mother had hazel eyes, her father had brown eyes. She didn't know where she got her eyes from, but her mother assured her it was from her grandmother. But then Sheila would get a nervous
look to her face and change the subject. Her mother did that a lot when Willow asked questions.
"How did she get her hands on it?" Sheila wailed below, avoiding Ira's outstretched arms and continued her pacing. "How did she manage to find out about it? We were so careful about it Ira! We hid all signs of it, kept far away from her so that it couldn't be
awakened by our presence. We did everything we could, but still she got her hands on it! God Ira, what are we going to do?"
What was this "it" that scared Sheila so much? Willow frowned, watching her frantic mother carefully. Her father was attempting to calm her, but it wasn't working. Sheila was a figdeting mess.
"Sheila," Ira started off in a soothing tone. "You have to calm down now. We aren't going to get anyway in this frame of mind-"
"We don't have time to be calm!" Sheila retorted, turning an enraged face to her husband. "You think I haven't tried, but it doesn't matter any more Ira! Do you know what I found today? Do you? It came with the mail!"
Ira paled at that, nervously watching Sheila stomp over to the coffee table. Willow got to her knees on the top step, watching in curiosity as her mother shoved an envelope her father's way.
"This isn't happening," Ira croaked out, staring at the envelope in his hand like it was some sort of time bomb. "They can't do this, they don't know about her-"
"They found out when she did that damn curse!" Sheila spat. Willow felt her heart leap up her throat at those words. The curse? How did her mother know about the curse? Her mother didn't even know about Sunnydale and vampires and the Hellmouth. Or did she? Willow was getting very confused.
"I knew that Summers girl would cause problems," Sheila muttered darkly. "We should have moved Willow away from this town the minute the Slayer showed up. You and I both knew it would only be a matter of time until Willow would draw the Chosen One to her. We should have acted-"
"And gone where?" Ira demanded of his wife, shutting her up. "We have no where else to go. This damn place was the only shield we had for Willow. If we go anywhere else, they'd find us in a heartbeat."
"They found us anyway!" Sheila shrieked, waving the now open envelope. "They're coming for our daughter Ira. What are we going to do?"
Coming for her? Willow was becoming increasingly confused and worried. Were her parents on the run or something, because that was what this was all sounding like to her.
"Maybe we should give Dumbledore's proposition a chance," Ira offered feebly. Sheila turned on him with blazing eyes.
"How could you even think that?" she shrilled. "Bring her into that world. No one knows about her, but they'll put the pieces together Ira. They'll know she isn't yours-"
Isn't his?! Willow gripped the railing, trying to make sense of her mother's revelation. How could she not be Ira's? He was her father!
"They'll know," Sheila continued. "And they'll never be able to let it go. What kind of life could she have there? With them all knowing about him? They'll think she's the same. We'll be lucky if they don't demand her execution on sight!"
Execution? This wasn't sounding to good for Willow.
"Dumbledore would never let that happen," Ira stated firmly. "He's a good man, an honest man. We can trust him, if he thinks this is best-"
"He won't be able to protect her from everyone," Sheila interrupted. "But he will keep her safe from You-Know-Who," Ira countered. "And with what she did last week, there's no way we can keep her hidden. He knows now Sheila, he must have felt her when she did it. Lord knows you did. He'll never back down from this, his own flesh and
blood-"
"She's nothing like him!" Sheila shrieked in panic. "She's mine, mine and yours. She only knows us, only knows what we taught her-"
"And nothing we have taught her could keep her safe from him," Ira broke in gently. "I think that we should really give this some thought. Dumbledore, he's strong, he could keep him away."
Sheila broke down after that, falling to the floor in despair. Willow watched numbly as her father, or the man she thought was her father, knelt down next to her. They embraced, holding each other as they cried. Willow held only herself, rocking back and forth on the
top step while she waited for them to continue.
Eventually Sheila quieted, relaxing in her husband's arms.
"We have no choice do we?" she whispered. Willow strained to hear her parents' soft spoken words.
"We don't," Ira agreed. "We have to do what will keep her safe. That's all we can do now."
Sheila nodded, wiping her tears on the back of her hands.
"I guess we better send a reply then."
*****
Xander Harris had never been so worried in his life. Buffy, one of his best friends was missing. His other best and closest friend, Willow, had been quarantineed by her parents. He had no clue on how either of them was doing, and it was driving him insane.
Giles was no help, always with Buffy's Mom as they tried to track down the runaway Slayer. The Watcher had no time to stop and reassure Xander about anything. Oz, well, he was useful with the patrol they picked up for Buffy, but not much else. He hadn't been
in the group for that long, unsure of how to make things better.
Cordelia was his only salvation. His girlfriend was working overtime to try and help him deal. Of course, Cordelia's idea of helping him was making out. That plan did have merits, but it failed to address the issues at hand.
But then again, Xander was a fifteen year old boy. Smoochies would not be taken idly. So he indulged himself in his girlfriend to keep his mind off things.
Which was what he had been doing that late June night. His parents had long ago fallen asleep, so that left just him and Cordelia. They had ended up in his room, on his bed, and kissing. And he had been enjoying himself until-
*Scratch-scratch-scratch*
"What the hell?" Cordelia demanded, pulling away from him. Xander pouted at the sudden loss of smoochies, but recovered when he saw what was at his window.
Willow, clawing frantically to get in. He rushed over, opening the latch and pulling her in.
"Willow?" Cordelia cried in alarm, dragging the redhead down next to her. "What's wrong?"
Willow had been crying, was crying, horribly. She sniffled, gratefully excepting the tissues Xander offered her. The dark-haired teen watched his friend in trepidation.
"What happened?" he asked softly after she had calmed a bit. "Did Sheila and Ira let you out?"
She gave a bitter laugh at that.
"No," she answered, shaking her head. "I snuck out. I had to see you guys. They're-"
She broke off into a fresh batch of sobs. Xander gathered her up in his arms, looking at Cordelia in confusion. His girlfriend shot him a concerned look, stroking Willow's hair in a soothing fashion.
"What did they do Willow?" Cordelia asked softly. They barely heard her reply, so muffled was it by Xander's chest. But when he had deciphered it, Xander felt a new fear clutch at his heart.
"They're sending me away."
*****
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: [email protected] or [email protected]
Rating: Overall R
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Joss Whedon gets all the credit for BTVS.
Category: BTVS/HP crossover
Pairing: Willow/Harry (cause I want to try it).
Spoilers: Season Two for BTVS and Goblet of Fire for HP.
Summary: Willow's mother has been keeping things from her . . .
Notes: AU, for sure. In BTVS, every up to the end of Season Two holds, except:
1) No Oz/Willow relationship in this fic.
2) Willow and her friends are fifteen.
Part One
"How could she do this?"
Willow Rosenburg flinched at the sound of her mother's voice, biting her lip as she strained to hear her father's reply. Ira Rosenburg was saying something back to his wife, but it was muffled as he was in the kitchen. She wished her father would come out into the living
room so she could hear what he was saying.
Willow craned her neck, eyes peeking through the railing of the staircase to where her mother was pacing. Whatever her father said, Sheila was in extreme disagreement with it.
"I tried so hard," Sheila cried, tears flooding down her cheeks. "I tried so hard to keep all of that from her, but she found it anyway! Oh God Ira, what are we going to do? My poor baby!"
Willow had never seen her mother so upset. Hell, she had never seen her mother show this much interest in her before. But once Ira and Sheila had heard what happened, they came rushing back into town.
Her and her friends fed her the same story they fed the cops, that they were attacked by a gang on PCP. Cops bought it, her parents didn't.
Sheila had gone into hysterics the moment she laid eyes on Willow in that hospital bed. She had immediately grabbed her daughter, demanding to know why she had done it. But Willow was confused.
Done what?
Her parents had her released from the hospital and essentially caged her up in their house. She was allowed no visitors at all, period. She wasn't allowed phone calls or emails, which was a real pain right now considering how Buffy had up and disappeared. Willow had tried to convey to her parents her need to check up on Buffy, but they would not be moved. Willow was not allowed out of her room.
The redhead leaned her head against the railing, looking down as her father finally joined her mother in the living room. It was hard to tell that Willow was Ira's daughter. The redhead followed after her mother completely. Right down to the pale skin, red hair, and fairy
like features. The only confusion came from Willow's bright green eyes. Her mother had hazel eyes, her father had brown eyes. She didn't know where she got her eyes from, but her mother assured her it was from her grandmother. But then Sheila would get a nervous
look to her face and change the subject. Her mother did that a lot when Willow asked questions.
"How did she get her hands on it?" Sheila wailed below, avoiding Ira's outstretched arms and continued her pacing. "How did she manage to find out about it? We were so careful about it Ira! We hid all signs of it, kept far away from her so that it couldn't be
awakened by our presence. We did everything we could, but still she got her hands on it! God Ira, what are we going to do?"
What was this "it" that scared Sheila so much? Willow frowned, watching her frantic mother carefully. Her father was attempting to calm her, but it wasn't working. Sheila was a figdeting mess.
"Sheila," Ira started off in a soothing tone. "You have to calm down now. We aren't going to get anyway in this frame of mind-"
"We don't have time to be calm!" Sheila retorted, turning an enraged face to her husband. "You think I haven't tried, but it doesn't matter any more Ira! Do you know what I found today? Do you? It came with the mail!"
Ira paled at that, nervously watching Sheila stomp over to the coffee table. Willow got to her knees on the top step, watching in curiosity as her mother shoved an envelope her father's way.
"This isn't happening," Ira croaked out, staring at the envelope in his hand like it was some sort of time bomb. "They can't do this, they don't know about her-"
"They found out when she did that damn curse!" Sheila spat. Willow felt her heart leap up her throat at those words. The curse? How did her mother know about the curse? Her mother didn't even know about Sunnydale and vampires and the Hellmouth. Or did she? Willow was getting very confused.
"I knew that Summers girl would cause problems," Sheila muttered darkly. "We should have moved Willow away from this town the minute the Slayer showed up. You and I both knew it would only be a matter of time until Willow would draw the Chosen One to her. We should have acted-"
"And gone where?" Ira demanded of his wife, shutting her up. "We have no where else to go. This damn place was the only shield we had for Willow. If we go anywhere else, they'd find us in a heartbeat."
"They found us anyway!" Sheila shrieked, waving the now open envelope. "They're coming for our daughter Ira. What are we going to do?"
Coming for her? Willow was becoming increasingly confused and worried. Were her parents on the run or something, because that was what this was all sounding like to her.
"Maybe we should give Dumbledore's proposition a chance," Ira offered feebly. Sheila turned on him with blazing eyes.
"How could you even think that?" she shrilled. "Bring her into that world. No one knows about her, but they'll put the pieces together Ira. They'll know she isn't yours-"
Isn't his?! Willow gripped the railing, trying to make sense of her mother's revelation. How could she not be Ira's? He was her father!
"They'll know," Sheila continued. "And they'll never be able to let it go. What kind of life could she have there? With them all knowing about him? They'll think she's the same. We'll be lucky if they don't demand her execution on sight!"
Execution? This wasn't sounding to good for Willow.
"Dumbledore would never let that happen," Ira stated firmly. "He's a good man, an honest man. We can trust him, if he thinks this is best-"
"He won't be able to protect her from everyone," Sheila interrupted. "But he will keep her safe from You-Know-Who," Ira countered. "And with what she did last week, there's no way we can keep her hidden. He knows now Sheila, he must have felt her when she did it. Lord knows you did. He'll never back down from this, his own flesh and
blood-"
"She's nothing like him!" Sheila shrieked in panic. "She's mine, mine and yours. She only knows us, only knows what we taught her-"
"And nothing we have taught her could keep her safe from him," Ira broke in gently. "I think that we should really give this some thought. Dumbledore, he's strong, he could keep him away."
Sheila broke down after that, falling to the floor in despair. Willow watched numbly as her father, or the man she thought was her father, knelt down next to her. They embraced, holding each other as they cried. Willow held only herself, rocking back and forth on the
top step while she waited for them to continue.
Eventually Sheila quieted, relaxing in her husband's arms.
"We have no choice do we?" she whispered. Willow strained to hear her parents' soft spoken words.
"We don't," Ira agreed. "We have to do what will keep her safe. That's all we can do now."
Sheila nodded, wiping her tears on the back of her hands.
"I guess we better send a reply then."
*****
Xander Harris had never been so worried in his life. Buffy, one of his best friends was missing. His other best and closest friend, Willow, had been quarantineed by her parents. He had no clue on how either of them was doing, and it was driving him insane.
Giles was no help, always with Buffy's Mom as they tried to track down the runaway Slayer. The Watcher had no time to stop and reassure Xander about anything. Oz, well, he was useful with the patrol they picked up for Buffy, but not much else. He hadn't been
in the group for that long, unsure of how to make things better.
Cordelia was his only salvation. His girlfriend was working overtime to try and help him deal. Of course, Cordelia's idea of helping him was making out. That plan did have merits, but it failed to address the issues at hand.
But then again, Xander was a fifteen year old boy. Smoochies would not be taken idly. So he indulged himself in his girlfriend to keep his mind off things.
Which was what he had been doing that late June night. His parents had long ago fallen asleep, so that left just him and Cordelia. They had ended up in his room, on his bed, and kissing. And he had been enjoying himself until-
*Scratch-scratch-scratch*
"What the hell?" Cordelia demanded, pulling away from him. Xander pouted at the sudden loss of smoochies, but recovered when he saw what was at his window.
Willow, clawing frantically to get in. He rushed over, opening the latch and pulling her in.
"Willow?" Cordelia cried in alarm, dragging the redhead down next to her. "What's wrong?"
Willow had been crying, was crying, horribly. She sniffled, gratefully excepting the tissues Xander offered her. The dark-haired teen watched his friend in trepidation.
"What happened?" he asked softly after she had calmed a bit. "Did Sheila and Ira let you out?"
She gave a bitter laugh at that.
"No," she answered, shaking her head. "I snuck out. I had to see you guys. They're-"
She broke off into a fresh batch of sobs. Xander gathered her up in his arms, looking at Cordelia in confusion. His girlfriend shot him a concerned look, stroking Willow's hair in a soothing fashion.
"What did they do Willow?" Cordelia asked softly. They barely heard her reply, so muffled was it by Xander's chest. But when he had deciphered it, Xander felt a new fear clutch at his heart.
"They're sending me away."
*****