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Timeline: After Chosen (Buffy), and begining of Book 5 (Harry Potter)
Willow had come to England to help Giles with a demon, that needed a ‘little’ magic to be slayed. She was now walking through a suburb of Surrey, Little Whinging, at night. One of the slayers offered to accompany her, but Willow wanted to be alone to think. Her relation with Kennedy was rocky at the moment and they had decided to be apart for a while to give each other breathing space.
Willow was walking passed a playground and saw a small boy with a messed-up black, short hairdo and round glasses pointing something at a bigger boy. Willow could sense magic coming from whatever the boy was holding and from the boy himself. It looked like a magical wand. Willow almost smiled at the though alone.
Willow didn’t know what was going on, but didn’t thought that it was a good idea for the boy to hex or curse the other boy. She approached the magic user from behind, unnoticed by the arguing boys. She was close enough to identify the object as a wand or a really thin stake. She quenched her curiosity down about the item and snatched it away from the boy, before he could hurt somebody with it.
The boy looked shocked and surprised to see his wand disappear from his hand, but he quickly recovered.
“Hey, give it back.”
Willow put her hands on her hip and looked stern at the boy.
“Young man, where I come from you take magic serious and don’t use it on other people if it isn’t a matter of life or death.”
The boy took a moment to realize, what the woman had said to him and then he looked ashamed down.
Willow saw that the boy was truly ashamed and regretful. He might have even been provoked by the other boy and letting his emotions getting the better of him. Willow gave him a reassuring smile and handed him his wand back.
“Here. Strong emotions combined with selfish acts is a bad mixture when dealing with magic, young man.” She tried to sound reprimanded but didn’t really come over firm.
The boy took his wand back and was looking ashamed for being lectured.
“I’ll remember that, Ma’am.”
“Good, magic is a gift, but when you don’t use it responsible it can turn into a curse and people will get hurt. Do you understand it?” Willow continued her lecture.
“You’re a Freak, like Harry.” The big boy said, interrupting Willow reprimanding the boy called Harry.
“Freak?” Willow frowned at the big boy. She really didn’t like to be called that. She had enough of it when Cordelia and her Cordettes did it in highschool.
“Witch,” Harry explained.
“Oh. Listen Buster.” Willow poked the big guy in the chest. “It isn’t nice to call people freaks, especially if they can turn you into a toad or rat. Understood?”
The big boy looked scared now and nodded frantically.
Willow poked him again.
“Now apologize,” Willow demanded.
“I’m sorry,” the big boy stammered still looking scared.
“Good, now shake hands and I’ll escort you home.” Willow crossed her arms, waiting for them reluctantly to shake hands, before she continued. “You guys should know better than staying out late. If you know about magic you should know about what goes bump in the night. It isn’t save to walk alone at night. You don’t even have crosses or holy water to protect yourself against vampires.”
“Vampires aren’t real,” the big kid said blunt.
Willow raised her eyebrow. She sometimes couldn’t believe how oblivious people could be or how they were suppressing the supernatural like that.
“Your friend here knows magic and you think that he’s the only strange thing that exist in the world. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts and everything that you thought didn’t existed under you bed, they are all real. And people with magic and those who don’t ignore the weird are all that keeps this world from going to hell. You don’t want to know how many times this world was on the brink of ending.” Willow looked angry at the boy.
“He isn’t my friend,” Harry said and thinking the witch in front of him was exaggerating about ‘the brink of ending’. “He’s my cousin.”
“You’re cousins? Staying in the same house?” Both boys nodded. Willow shook her head disgruntled. “Good, that will make it easy for me to get you two home. And I speak to your parents about your behaviour.”
“No!” Both boys said at the same time.
“And why not?” Willow raised her eyebrows, thinking the boys wanting to get out of some kind of punishment for arguing.
“Uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia don’t like magic and anything that is out of the norm,” Harry explained.
“Then why are you staying with them?” Willow asked.
“My parents died, when I was a baby,” Harry said sad, while his shoulders dropped.
“I’m sorry.” Willow put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Harry smiled warily back.
Willow stretched out her hand.
“I’m Willow Rosenberg.”
“Harry Potter.” Harry took Willow’s hand and was surprised to see that she didn’t recognized the name.
Willow turned to the big boy and stretched out her hand to him. He looked at it as if it was a viper, ready to strike and bite him. Willow patiently waited until he took it. He cautiously took it.
“Good. Let’s go.” Willow put her hands on each boy’s back and pushed them in a direction, which she hoped was the right one.
They walked in silence for a minute. Dudley decided to walk a few feet in front of them. Willow didn’t mind as long as he stay in her eyesight. Harry was walking next to her and he was giving curious glances at her.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” Willow asked mischievous.
“No,” Harry smiled. “But eh, you don’t know me?”
“No, should I?” Willow asked.
“No,” Harry looked ashamed down, “but I’m famous amongst the Wizardry Community.”
“Sorry,” Willow shrugged apologetic. “I’m more familiar with the normal world and the demonic community.”
“Demonic?” Harry asked.
“I work for an organisation, that fights demons and vampires,” Willow explained.
Harry was confused. Something strange was going on and it was even stranger than the wizard kind. He instinctively reached for his wand to hold it. Willow saw it.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Willow said in a calmly manner, looking at his wand. “You’re channelling your magic through a wand. That’s so cute.”
“You don’t use a wand?” Harry asked surprised.
“No. But I wish I had one. It would be so cool to swirl with one,” Willow said cheery.
Harry looked thunderstruck, the woman in front of her must be a wandless witch. Before he could ask her about it, the sky began to darken and an all too familiar feeling of despair fell over him. Harry held out his wand and readied himself for the Dementors.
Willow had felt the magical attack too late for her to raise her mental shields and she was bombarded with the memories and emotions of the moment that Tara died. She was fighting the attack, but it didn’t help. She wasn’t only fighting back the sorrow, but also the dark side of her magic. She had to suppress it, before it could overtake her. Her eyes were already black and her hair started to darken.