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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307197,2671 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Accept the Things to Which Fate Binds You

and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart. - Marcus Aurelius

March 8, 2005 7:15 PM

Willow sat one the ground next to Tara's headstone. It was still a bit cool out for such a thing, but she needed to talk. She'd been thinking about yesterday and what had happened with that Ella woman.

She noticed there were flowers here that she had not put down. On Joyce's too. Anya probably. Willow touched them to be sure. Yep. Anya. She smiled at that. For claiming not to understand human ways, she certainly did get some of them right.

"Hey, baby. I'm thinking maybe I did something yesterday I should not have. Draco was upset and I got angry. I gave someone a haircut. With magic."

Willow sighed.

"I know. I shouldn't have. I should have been above it, but she made me so angry. I mean, I do the Bruce Banner thing. I tell people not to make me angry because they wouldn't like me if I was angry. I think I should make a shirt to wear that says Dark One. But I think that might attract the wrong kind of attention."

She sighed again and traced the letters in Tara's name.

"I think I scared Draco, and I think I should go see the coven. Make sure I'm in control. Because maybe I think I am but I'm really not, you know? I thought I could handle it before, and we all know how that turned out. I can't go back. I won't be able to stop. The slayers make it easier. Their essence was funnelled through me. I can feel them now. It's kind of cool. Now Buffy can't hide when she'd pissed at me. Oooo! And when she gets all wiggy and starts calling me Will after every sentence, I don't have to guess why."

Willow laid out on the grass, prepared to have a nice long chat with Tara. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, something flashed in her mind - a snake coming out of a skull's mouth, and instantly she knew something had happened.

She felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

Willow sat up suddenly. "Faith."

She scrambled to her feet and headed for her office at at dead run. She had not brought her cell phone outside with her. Several people jumped out of her way or shouted in alarm. She hit speed-dial on her desk phone while breathing heavily, hands braced on the desk. It seemed like forever before the line was picked up on the other end.

"Willow?"

"Is she okay, Robin?"

"How did you... nevermind. Yeah," Watcher Robin Wood said through the phone. "She just took a slash to the gut. It's not even that deep."

"Do I need to come heal her? She was so scared. I could feel..."

"It's her gut, Willow. She's got bad memories about pointy things being near it. I think she overreacted about it."

"Right."

"She's okay. My girl is tough. Look, I want to get back to her. You know she won't admit it, but she likes when I hold her hand when she's been hurt. Also, Andrew is with her."

"You left Andrew with her?"

"I didn't want to leave her alone. I will tell her you called, and I know you want to know what happened. I'll email you the report."

"Thanks, Robin. If she changes her mind about me healing her, just call. It won't take me a minute to get there."

"I will. Bye."

"Bye."

Willow clicked the speaker off and put a hand to her middle. It was tender. Even from so many miles away, she could feel Faith's pain.

As she passed the mirror in her office, Willow stopped and gasped. Her hair was solid white. So maybe the running had not been what got her so many stares and odd looks as she hurried up here.
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