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Summary: Willow is
staying at Hogwarts during "Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire"
being the TA of Minerva McGonagall
someone wants it, just tell me were it goes
Rated: PG 13
Pairing #26 at The Quickie Challenge – http://quickie.moonlitpaths.com
Notes: < > Willows thoughts * * emphasis
"Just do it!" Minerva had said.
"It's easy!" she had said. "Don't be a coward."
Willow was muttering in her mind. On an beautiful Saturday morning she
*has* to be sitting on a meadow behind Hagrid's hut and trying to change into
another Being. <Stupid animagius>
"Take the first Being in your mind!" Professor McGonagall had
"Don't do something to complicated" she had said.
She really hadn't. The image of the creature was still *alive* in her
mind when she was searching for something, someone to change into.
But who had expected this. Willow was sitting on her butt – not able to
stabilize her weight on her legs.
Sure she has gained not more than 3 feet in height and 5 feet in length.
But these proportions. <Stupid tail. Grrr>
Willows looked forlornly at her talons, wriggled them and tried to lift
her wings for the umpteen's times.
There was no way to handle those two extra limbs she has got. They were
hanging down like dead weight.
She tried to even walk a few feet but must learn that is was more
wobbling than anything else.
<Why has it to be a dragon, by all meanings? It would better if I transform
back before someone sees me and I can hear the story for the next month
When Charlie Weasley was on his way back from his breakfast with his
siblings to his charges, some dragons, he was stunned to see an little Chinese
fireball, all alone, not more than 20 feet beside his path.
The little dragon just looked like it was sad or injured, even when
Charlie couldn't make out blood on the suede-like red dragon-hide. It looked
like it was not older than a fortnight but seemed to be unable to handle his
own movements. It's clumsy way to move only made his heart beat faster for this
creature. When was the last time he has had the chance to see a dragon just
So, after he made sure that there was no full grown dragon in the near,
he couldn't stop himself to creep to the beautiful creature, making soothing
sounds and said ….
"Hey! You are just one *cute* little thing, are you? There's no
need to worry. I don't want to harm you, honey."
Willow looked surprised to the man who was suddenly standing right in
front of her. Not more than 6 feet in height, slim, red hair tied back in his
neck with some kind of leather-ribbon, sky-blue eyes and a smile on his face
she only could describe as lovingly. <That has to be a Weasley.>
"Did you hurt yourself, little one? Perhaps there's a way I can
help you." Charlie reached tenderly for her head and gently strokes the
fine golden spikes around her face.
<Hmm, that feels *nice* …. But how can I change back just now?
Minerva is so going to get my hide!>
Charlie glanced at the dragon – No injuries could be seen.
"Perhaps you are hungry, little bit. I've got something to eat for
Willow could feel the burn in her belly and there was a soft grumble
from it she could hear also.
Charlie Weasley pulled a small packet out of his pocket and offered her
a piece of a strawberry-marmalade sandwich which he had peeled out of wax
paper. She willingly opened her mouth to accept morsel after morsel.
"You like that, don't you?" He petted her head and started to
rub the spikes down her neck and gently stroked the curve of her neck.
Willow was making soft growing sounds. <Dead cert. It has been *too*
long since someone has touched her like that.>
"There you go." Charlie gently rubbed her spikes up and down
her spine. "Your shin is like suede, darling. And your coloring. I've never
seen a chinese fireball with green eyes. I could willingly drown in them. You
are a true beauty, aren't you?
<Tell me once more and I'm starting to believe you.>
Lifting one of her wings and spreading it slowly wide out he continued:
"I don't understand why you can't use your wings. They are
<Whow, they are really large.>
Lifting up the other one he let one of his fingers slide down the bone
to the place where the wing met her body.
A little cloud of smokes escaped her mouth when Willow squeaked.
"Sorry, didn't know you are ticklish." He grinned sheepishly.
Charlie continued to give her a back-rub dragon-style, rubbing the
spikes around her face every now and than. They both enjoyed the contact
"When you are a full grown dragon you will be a feast to the eyes,
you know. Perhaps I could take you with me, when nobody else owns you. I mean.
If you have no mother or father I could feet you and take care of you till your
grown up. - Look at me, I'm speaking like Hagrid." Charlie was shaking his
"When we are home, you could learn to fly and hunt. There are other
dragons, you know. You could fly with them. And there are waterfalls and
mountains and all kind of things dragons love."
<Oh, I would love that. *Sigh*>
Charlie was obviously lost in his own fantasy. "And if you would
like I could fly you, you know. Just a little bit. But only when you
Charlie was now embracing the little dragon tenderly. "I would love
to know if you're a girl or a boy – you know, perhaps we could have offspring
He bent down to have a look at her belly …….…
"Arhemm" Professor McGonagall had witnessed the events. First
out of the distance and then from a little hideout not much more than 20 feet
If there was a time to interrupted than it was now.
There was someone right behind
Charlie Weasley stood up and turned around in seconds.
"Oh, Professor McGonagall. I didn't know you're here."
"Mr. Weasley, how nice that you've got already the chance to meet
my *Assistant* –Willow Rosenberg."
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Professor McGonagall?"
Professor McGonagall gave him a wink and look to the spot where his
little fireball was.
When Charlie Weasley turned around there was a beautiful young woman
sitting on her butt on the same place where he had examined the cute dragon
only minutes before. She looked at him with the most beautiful green – and it
must be said – familiar eyes. She was obviously a little bit embarrassed and
her hair was tousled.
Her tongue darted out briefly to lick some sticky red substance which
looked like marmalade from the corner of her mouth.
"Hi." That was all Willow could say.