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Willow's Salvation	By : vampmistress76 Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 4368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- Chapter 3 -
Embarrassing Situations and Disturbing Dreams
Please let me be dreaming. Oh, please let me be dreaming.
Willow pinched herself on the arm. Ouch! Dammit.
Willow risked a glance at the man frozen mid-stride in front of her. He had stopped walking after the small bout of foot in mouth disease she seemed to have acquired just a few moments ago, but had yet to turn around. He instead stood with his back to her facing toward the other end of the Great Hall. Willow sneaked a peek around his tall frame. There was a group of people, Dumbledore among them, gathered at a table at the far end of the hall. They were all staring at Snape and herself, and while some had confused or shocked looks on their faces, Dumbledore's eyes were shining with amusement and he had a small knowing smile on his lips.
Willow felt her face grow hot and just knew that she was blushing again.
And to think, I thought I was over getting all blushy and embarrassed. Oh yeah, and you've never just told a man he was attractive and an asshole in the same sentence either, Rosenberg. When will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut?
Snape's mind was desperately trying to comprehend what he had just heard the redhead utter.

Did she really just call me attractive? And what about my hands and voice? I do not have a rod up my bum!
He noticed that the rest of the staff was staring at them. He turned to face the redhead slowly, trademark sneer firmly in place.
"What are you babbling about, you silly girl!?"
Willow ducked her head to hide the fact that she was blushing again. In fact, she hadn't never really stopped blushing since the beginning of this appalling situation. Which was just made worse by Dumbledore's next statement.
"Well Severus, as much it may pain you to do so, would you and Ms. Rosenberg kindly have a seat so that we may begin the feast."
Willow's eyes bugged out. Oh, he did not just say that!
But apparently Snape was used to such comments coming from the headmaster, because he simply nodded to Willow and allowed her to preceed him up to the head table.
Slowly Willow approached the table and went around to stand beside Dumbledore who had stood to hold the seat he had placed between himself and a woman to his right, so she could be seated.
"Thank you." Willow murmured as she sat in the chair.
"You are quite welcome, Willow. Oh, may I call you Willow?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Oh um, sure, Willow will be fine." she replied.
She noticed that Snape had taken his seat three seats down from her own.

The rest of the meal was all a blur to Willow. She was introduced to everyone at the table. Such as, Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration professor and head of Gryffindor house, one of the four houses in the school. This tall, severe looking woman with small square glasses perched on her nose, was to be her escort for her shopping extravaganza scheduled for the following morning.

Oh, that's gonna be loads of fun. Willow thought to herself.

She was introduced to Professor Flitwick, who was seated on the far side of Snape. He was so short, Willow noted, that he had to sit on a couple of large books to be able to reach the table. Willow thought he was adorable. Flitwick was the Charms teacher and head of Ravenclaw house.
Then it was Madam Hooch, the Flying Instructor.

"Flying intructor? Flying what exactly?" Willow had inquired.
"Why brooms of course."
Willow had had to stiffle a giggle at that. To think that all this time, witches really did fly on broomsticks. Willow was struck by the Madam Hooch's eyes. They were yellow, which made Willow liken her to a hawk. And it didn't help that her hair was short, gray and kinda stuck up a bit.
She made the acquaintance of Madam Pomfrey, who was really the equivalent of the school nurse. Although she preferred the term Medi-Witch.
Willow's eyes nearly bugged out when she was introduced to Rubeus Hagrid. The guy was friggin HUGE. He insisted that Willow call him Hagrid though and she had agreed. Dispite his size, Willow found him to be very sweet and loveable. Hagrid, she was told, was Hogwart's Keeper of Keys. That statement had brought on thoughts of Dawn and Sunnydale and dark magic abuse and car wrecks and broken bones and...
Stop it! You can not think about that now. Willow berated herself silently.
"And this is our Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor, Remus Lupin." Dumbledore's voice interrupted Willow's thoughts.
Willow looked up to the man that the headmaster was gesturing to.
He was tall, with brown hair sprinkled with gray, though he didn't look old at all. He wore shabby looking robes that hung loosely on his thin frame. His eyes were a shade of blue that Willow had never seen before. They were fascinating and the appraising look he gave her made her breath hitch a little. His gaze held a bit of a wild look in them that made Willow think of Oz for some odd reason, though she couldn't understand why.
Thoughts of Oz where dispelled from her mind though the moment she glanced at Snape. He didn't notice that she was looking at him, for his full attention was on Lupin and the look of utter contempt he was shooting the poor man.
I wonder who's yanked his chain now? Willow mused. It doesn't seem to take much to make him all Mr. Gloom and Doom guy.
After all the introductions, the food arrived. Or rather, it appeared out of thin air.

"Cool." Willow whispered.

This exclaimation elicited a chuckle from Dumbledore.
"If that fascinates you, my dear, then perhaps it would pleased you even more if you were to look up." The old man gestured to above their heads.
Willow looked up at the ceiling, and her mouth promptly fell open.
The ceiling didn't look like a ceiling at all. It was all translucent, and gave a very good impersonation of looking like the night sky. With a cresent moon and bright stars twinkling merrily. Much like the headmasters eyes were doing right at that moment.
"Neat. How do you do it?" Willow was at a loss for words.
"It is enchanted, my dear. Professor Flitwick has a special charm that he uses on special occassions and holidays." Came the answer to her question.
Willow spent the rest of her meal gazing at the enchanted ceiling and eating tasteful food of all varieties. She couldn't help but feel after a while that she was being watched, and she glanced to her right. That Lupin guy was staring at her again with that look. And Snape was again staring at Lupin. With the same look of contempt and... was that jealousy?
Oh, come on, Wills. He can't even stand you for pity's sake. Now why would he look jealous?
After the meal, Willow bid everyone goodnight, saying that she wanted to get some rest before her big day in the morning. To her dismay, Dumbledore had suggested that Snape escort her back to her chamber. The look Snape shot Dumbledore said that he could have strangled the older man if he thought he could have gotten away with it. Which only strengthened Willow's arguement against him looking jealous earlier.
None too gently, Snape took hold of her elbow and practically dragged her out of the Great Hall. Once in the corridor, Willow yanked her arm away.
"Look, Mr. Cranky Pants. I don't know what your problem is with me. But would you cease with the game of Yank the Willow. I'm getting kinda tired of it."
"Oh, do shut up you annoying little twit. If you must know, I just find that being around you is highly irritating."
"Irritating? Well, I never! You know what, I so take it all back. No matter what you do, you are still gonna be an obnoxious prick. I think I can find my own way to my room thank you very much!"
With that Willow spun around and ran down the corridor.
For a second Snape just stood there, indecisive about whether or not he should go after her.
Now why did I have to go say something like that? Because she's right. You are an obnoxious prick. His subconsious answered his own question.
Deciding that he would apologize to her when she got back from Diagon Alley, Snape made his way to the dungeons to work on a potion. Hoping like hell it would sooth his frazzled nerves.

*~*~*~*
Willow came to a halt outside of her portrait entrance.
"Scoobies." She murmured and the portrait swung open and she stepped inside.
When I get my wand tomorrow, I think I'll change my password to Cranky Pants...just to annoy the bastard some more. Willow thought with a smirk on her face.
Dispite herself, she couldn't help but admit that she enjoyed her little verbal sparring matches with Sir-Sneer-Alot.
Laughing lightly, she changed into her sleepwear. Which was nothing more than an old pullover shirt. She had borrowed it from Xander, what seemed like a lifetime ago, and had just never remembered to return it.

Sighing, Willow climbed into bed, and before long she was sound asleep.
- Dream Sequence -
Willow barely opened her eyes. Her mind felt hazy, confused, like she was drugged.

She had felt this way before...
Her eyes snapped open wide then. She noticed that she was staring at... the floor?
No. Oh Gods, NO!
She tried to move. To get away. But she was trapped against the ceiling.

What do you think, strawberry... can you handle more?
No, not him. Please. Not Rack.
But it was. Laughing, taunting, hurting. The next thing Willow knew, she was falling. It felt like forever. In her drugged mind she heard voices, some whispers, some screams. And one, clearer than all the others. Chilling, terrifying, complete and utter evilness.
Oh little Red, in trouble again. Wanna make it all go away? Wanna make it all better? I could do that for you, you know. I could take away aaaall your pain. All you have to do...is trust me.
Willow looked around frantically, searching for the source of the voice. Wh-who are you?
Suddenly all there was, was pain and darkness. Darkness that was peirced by the two red glowing eyes, and an icy voice calling to her...
Your saviour.
NOOOOOO!!!!

Willow screamed. Then she knew no more.

*~*~*~*
The next thing Willow knew, she was behind the wheel of a car.
Someone was laughing. An evil, hysterical, insane laugh. With horror Willow realized that it was her own.

Willow, what's wrong with you?
Dawnie? Willow whispered.
She looked to the passenger seat of the car. But it was not Dawn sitting beside her. But a horrifying vision of monstrous proportions. The head was in a death glare, almost a skull. And it was grinning at her. But the worst of all, was the eyes. The red glowing eyes.
Then there was the sound of metal hitting metal. Bending, tearing, crushing.
And then she was out again.

*~*~*~*~*
When she became aware of herself again, she was standing beside a bed. Her bed. The one in Buffy's house. And Tara was standing at the window.
No, not again. But it was too late.
The shot rang out, and once again blood covered her shirt and face. She heard Tara's voice. Your shirt... And then she caught her lover in her arms again.
Nooo, nooo. Tears ran down her face like before.
But unlike last time, it was not Willow's eyes that glowed red.

It was Tara's.
Willow let out a blood curdling scream at the sight. Then Tara's body began changing. Melting, moving. Molding itself into another form. The form from the car.
And then Willow's body was falling again.

*~*~*~*~*~*
Willow landed in a heap on hard ground.

Pain shot through her body, and she fought to catch her breath.
Slowly she struggled to her hands and knees, then raised her head to survey her surroundings.
Her eyes sought out and found what she already knew she would find.
Warren was just as she had left him. Stung up between two trees. Held in place by thick vines.
Abruptly Willow burst into tears. All her sorrow and guilt of what she had done washing over her in waves. She was drowning in it. Short gasping sobs escaped her lips, and before she knew what she was doing she was crawling toward the body on hands and knees.

Once reacreached it, she pulled herself up and began unwrapping the vines from the long since dead boy.
Still sobbing, Willow untied Warren's mutilated body and carefully lowered it to the ground.
Eyes clenched shut, head bowed. She cradled the body to her, like she had done Tara's. And before she knew what she would say, three whispered words left her lips.
Please....forgive me.

*~*~*~*~*
The wind brushing her face prompted Willow to open her eyes. She was not in the forest any longer.

Instead, she was kneeling on the cliff outside of the temple.

She felt strong arms around her, and she looked over to see Xander kneeling beside her. Good ol' Xander. Always there for her, ever faithful. She closed her eyes again and began to cry. She faintly heard Xander's whispered words.
It's gonna be alright Wills, I promise. I'll make it all go away. I'll make it all better. Just, trust me.
Willow stiffened in fright. Did his voice just change?
Slowly Willow looked to her best friend's face again. Goddess, no.
His eyes were glowing, fiery red orbs.
You can never escape me, Willow.
- End Dream Sequence -

*~*~*~*~*
Willow snapped upright in her bed with a sharp gasp. She was panting hard and in a cold sweat. The images from the nightmare from hell still fresh in her mind.
"Oh, Goddess. Tara, I'm so, so sorry."
She couldn't stay here. She had to move. Not even bothering to slip on shoes Willow left her room at a full on run. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't really care. All she knew was that she needed to get away. Now.

She ran through corridors, up and down staircases, not caring if she made noise or not. She needed out. She passed through an archway and found herself ouside the school.

Finally.
She proceeded to run. Where to, she had no idea. She just wanted to escape. Escape from everything. She was so intent in her escape that she didn't notice the shadowy figure that followed her from the castle. She ran and ran and the next thing she knew she was stopping at the edge of a dense forest. Willow stood, trying to catch her breath, but found that she couldn't. The darkness closed in on her. Squeezing her until she had to struggle for every breath she took.
Then she felt it. Eyes watching her from somewhere within the group of trees. Willow looked up, not knowing what she would find. There, just hidden within the trees and barely penetratable fog, a shadowy form took shape. Willow stopped breathing completely then. All she could do was stare as if in a daze into the burning red eyes from her dream. Eyes that peered out of a black abyss where a face should have been. Beckoning her. Calling her. Inticing her to step forward. To join it. To embrace it.

Willow stepped forward.
A firm grip on her shoulder jerked Willow out of the trance she had found herself in. She spun around to meet the blue gaze of Remus Lupin. When their eyes locked, all of the darkness that had been squeezing Willow so ruthlessly, instantly fled. She was able to breath again, and began gulping it in. Anxiously, she looked over her shoulder towards the forest. Where the shadowy figure had once stood, now there was nothing but the night.
"Ms. Rosenberg. It's not safe for you to be out here. I must insist that you come back inside the castle."
Willow turned back from the forest to stare at Lupin once more. "Yes. Yes, of course." Willow said weakly.

She let Lupin take her by the hand and lead her back inside the castle. The had almost made it to her room when a figure in sweeping black robes blocked their path.
"And just where do the two of you think you are going?" Snape asked, a cold indifference in his voice.
"I found Ms. Rosenberg wandering around outside, beside the forbidden forest. I was just escorting her back to her room." Lupin replied just as coldly.
A look passed over Snape's face so fast, that neither Lupin nor Willow could determine if it had really been there in the first place. Worry.
"Are you alright Ms. Rosenberg?"
Willow was startled by this sort of question coming from the man who had not said two kind words to her since she had met him. "Umm, yeah. I...just had a nightmare is all. I was trying to clear my head."
Snape didn't look too convinced, but he let it go. "If it is all the same to you Lupin, I will finish escorting Ms. Rosenberg to her room."
Lupin, for a second, looked like he was going to refuse. But then thought better of it and just nodded his head. So it was then that Willow found herself in the company of the ever scowly faced Potion's Master again.
She looked back at Lupin. "Thank you, Professor Lupin."
"Please, call me Remus."
"Alright. But only if you call me Willow."
Willow was gifted with what could only be called a wolfish grin.
"Fine. Good night then, Willow."
With that, Lupin swept past Willow and her 'escort', and proceeded to his own room.
Snape took Willow by her elbow, but not as roughly as he had previously that evening.
Silently they made their way to Willow's portrait entrance. Once outside of it Willow turned to Snape. "Well, thanks for going out of your way to bring me somewhere that someone else could have brought me."
She had expected him to sneer or at least have a snappy comeback. She was startled when all he said was. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior after dinner. It was appalling, and I..."
His voice trailed off, it was obvious that he little practice in saying he was sorry.
"Apology accepted... Cranky Pants."

With a little smirk Willow slipped back into her room and shut her door in the face of one very confused Severus Snape.

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