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Volume IV: Our Sighs and Our Tears

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This story is No. 4 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 4 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR1872169,1211210042,68915 Jul 1223 Oct 12No

Mostly Quiet

Theo had given her several potions and then said he was staying the night to keep watch on her. Willow was feeling sort of spinny right now. The room’s energy was mellow, and she could hear the hum of the lights. It was sort of zen.

Somehow she wasn’t overly concerned just now with the fact that someone had tried to poison her. She felt nice. Like she was taking a bath. Willow suspected that was because of the potions Theo had given her. What she liked was that she could hear the slayers again. It was a great deal of comfort.

Dana was back in her padded room, and quite happy about it, actually. The weapons were secured with Buffy, and Harry had said he would come tomorrow to collect them.

Someone stepped around the curtain to her bed and Willow smiled when she realized who it was. “Hi, Giles. Today’s been exciting.”

“So I heard. Are you quite all right?” He moved a chair to her bedside and sat down next to her.

“I feel good,” Willow said, only slightly aware that she sounded high. “They’re talking to me again. I was gonna go bad and then the sword told me not to. And I didn’t, Giles. I stayed me. And the slayer that Spike killed made the sword kill those demons. I didn’t do it. She did, but it was neat. Messy though. And the scythe came to me, and said I could have things back. I’m not evil. I feel really good about that.”

Willow wasn’t making much sense, but Giles had lived through the Seventies and had been watcher to the slayer with the greatest penchant for making up words on the planet; in other words, he was skilled in deciphering incoherence.

It didn’t hurt that he’d spoken to several people at the Museum and had been able to piece together what had happened. Mostly.

“That’s good news,” he stated calmly. “Did Professor Snape manage to get you an antidote for the poison dart? Theodore is noticeably absent and I cannot ask him.”

“I think he was here, but he was all tufty like black smoke, and Giles, I think I might be high. Everything is weird and spinny and Jefferson Airplane White Rabbit video right now.”

Giles smiled at that. “Enjoy it while you can,” he said, conspiratorially. “You will no doubt have the largest hangover you have ever had once the effects wear off.” He kept the possibility that she might take a bad turn to himself.

“Harry Potter put something in my mouth,” Willow said.

At Giles’ very funny look, she tried to explain.

“My body was all twitchy and I could feel it shutting down, and he took something out of a box that looked like a dried up prune and put it in my mouth. It tasted very bad, but it helped.”

“A Bezoar. It’s an nearly-universal antidote. That was quick thinking and amazing preparedness on his part. Most people don’t carry them.”

“Well, he’s Harry Potter, you know.”

She shifted and rubbed her eyes.

“Theo said I would sleep, but I can’t. I’m... I’m worried, Giles. Somebody tried to kill me. No one’s tried to kill me in a really long time, and I forgot how much I don’t like it. Do... do you think it was Daphne? I... why didn’t I listen to Draco or Blaise? It’s like Tara was my last good thing, and now I can’t get it right. What if it’s never right again, Giles?”

He reached over and took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “You just need to find the right person.” He smoothed down her hair with his free hand.

“I really thought that might have been Daphne, as messed up as she was. And before that, I thought it was Kennedy. Maybe Draco’s right and I should just get back together with Oz, but... I don’t... it’s all different now. I’m different, he’s different, everyone’s... different.”

“Perhaps you should spend some time being just Willow,” Giles suggested. “Figure out who you are now, and don’t be in a relationship with someone just because you feel like you should be.”

“I don’t feel like I should be,” Willow said. “I just don’t like being alone, Giles. I don’t know when that happened. I used to be okay with it.”

“That’s just getting older. It happens to most of us.”

“I’m not going to get sad because this happened,” Willow said firmly. “I’m going to do better, be better. I have to prove that I can be this person who gets to have these gifts I have. I don’t want anyone to be disappointed in me or scared of me anymore.”

Giles smiled. “You did fine tonight, Willow, and I think you’ll continue on that path. Go ahead and rest now, and we’ll talk later when you’re feeling more yourself.”

“I think those demons were some of the ones that made the dark marks burn and with Dana there that means Ethan is involved. This is really bad, Giles. They got away with some pretty powerful weapons.”

“Oh, I am perfectly aware just how bad this is, and we are doing our best to locate them. Andromeda and the coven are working on it.”

“Good. That’s good. Andromeda’s really smart.” She looked away, feeling her eyes droop. “Giles do you think my Daphne knew what they were going to do with my blood?”

He looked at her in surprise.

“They used my blood as a binding agent in the poison. I could feel that. That’s why it took effect so quickly. It was designed specifically to hurt me. I don’t need Theo to have Snape look at that. I could feel it.”

His face took on a grim expression. “I hope, for her sake, that she did not.”
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