Title: Harry Potter and The Return of The Witch part 12
Author: Magrat
Spoilers: as before
Disclaimer: not mine, blah, blah.
Rating: PG: 13
Thanks to Justin for his help
Harry Potter and The Return of The Witch part 12
Willow still felt like she couldn’t take in everything that had been said to her. It didn’t seem right that some unknown dark wizard could be seeking her to be some secret weapon to wreak havoc in a world she didn’t know much about. Once again, she had been so intent on her own thoughts that she had missed the conversation that was going on between Tara and Dumbledore. “I’m sorry, I missed what you said.”
“I wondered if you were hungry, you’ve both missed lunch, I could get the elves to bring you something if you want,” said Dumbledore pleasantly, he knew it was pointless everyone being tense and expecting an attack at any moment.
Tara stole a quick look at the clock. “Oh, I’m late for my class. I better go.”
“Alastor said he would be happy to fill in for you if you wanted to spend sometime with Willow. In fact I believe he was heading towards your classroom as he said it…Tonks was hurrying after him.”
“Mad-Eye! Mad-Eye and Tonks are teaching my class? Professor I had really better go,” said Tara looking perturbed and rising from her chair.
Willow resisted the temptation to giggle. She could imagine the look on the kids face when he arrived in the classroom.
“Spoken like a true teacher,” said Dumbledore, the twinkle in his eyes back.
“Can I? Would you mind if I watched you teach?” It was an impulsive statement, but she was curious. The blonde seemed to have a passion for it and it would be interesting to see her in action and of course it meant that she got to spend the afternoon with Tara. Willow’s anger had left her now and she wanted to make-up for all the time she and Tara had been apart.
Tara shot Dumbledore a questioning look. “I don’t see why not, news of Willow being at Hogwarts will be public property soon anyway. It’s up to you Professor Maclay; do you want Willow watching you teach?”
“I d-don’t mind,” said Tara, although her insides were shaking, this was going to be as nerve wracking as her first day.
Willow gave Tara a side-ways look. “Sweetie, it’s okay if you don’t want me too…”
Tara shook her head. “No, it’ll be fine, but we better go now.”
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Harry looked up as Hermione ran into the classroom a little out of breath. “Where have you been? You’re lucky that Professor Maclay isn’t here yet.”
“I knew she wouldn’t be,” said Hermione, giving Harry what he could only describe as a superior smile. She caught his look of reproach. “I’m not being clever; I took a friend of hers to Dumbledore’s office. I think she was waiting there for her.”
“If you’ve all had enough talking maybe you can get down to some listening,” said a voice that made the entire class jump and Harry recognised instantly; Moody.
Moody shrugged off his invisibility cloak and stood at the front of the classroom taking in all of their shocked expression. “Be alert, could’ve wiped you all out with one flick of my wand. I know you’ve had a few jokes for teachers but I would have thought Lupin and Maclay would’ve taught you to be on your toes at all times.” Moody’s spinning eye caught a movement at the back of the class. “Do you wish to share with the rest of us Mr. Malfoy?” Moody practically spat the name out. “And stand up boy.”
Draco got to his feet his usual pale features burning with anger. “How dare you talk to me like that. You’re not a teacher here, I will tell my father.”
“I will tell my father,” mimicked Moody, making the Gryffindor portion of the class snigger and laugh with delight. “Your father’s days are numbered; it won’t be long until the ministry wakes up to what he is up to…”
“How dare you,” shouted Draco, shaking with hatred. “How dare you speak of my father. I…”
“Malfoy, sit down this instant,” came a ringing voice from the doorway. “Thank you, Alastor for taking my class, but I’m back and Dumbledore said he has some lunch ready for you.”
Moody looked like he was going to argue with her, there was nothing he would have liked better than to kick the youngest member of the Malfoy family’s backside, but he had patience and time. His electric blue eye swivelled and his expression darkened. “Professor Maclay can I have a quick word with you.” He walked quickly as he talked, gently pushing Tara into the corridor and shutting the door behind him. “What is she doing here, you aren’t thinking of taking her into your class?”
“She wanted to watch…”
“Watch,” Moody almost exploded. “You have the son of one of the most evil Death Eaters in your class and you want to invite the person Voldemort wants the most to sit in?! What are you thinking?”
“Dumbledore said that Voldemort will find out soon enough, so what difference will it make?” Tara asked, impressing Willow by standing up to this terrifying looking man. “And anyway she wants too.”
“Wants too? Does she even know what kind of danger she is in…”
“I’m standing right here. Will you stop talking like I’m not here and what I think and want doesn’t matter,” said Willow. “I want to watch Tara teach, I know I’m in danger and so what? I’ve been dealing with danger for years so there is nothing you can say that can stop me from doing what I want.”
“On your head be it,” growled Moody. “But don’t blame me when you’re tortured and murdered.” He turned and stomped away.
“Cheery guy,” said Willow with a little grin.
Tara didn’t respond to Willow’s smile instead she had a grave expression on her face. “Are you sure about this? I know he is a little over the top but he is right. The information that you are at Hogwarts will get to Voldemort even quicker…”
“Tara, baby,” said Willow, noticing that the blonde flinched slightly at the use of the endearment. “I don’t want to hide in the shadows.” She reached forward to squeeze Tara’s hand who evaded her.
“Will, we shouldn’t be anything more than friends. If…if anything happens to me, what would you do? I don’t want you to lose control again and hurt people,” said Tara, trembling. She hated having to say this, but she had heard and read so much about Willow’s rampage after her death, it wasn’t something she wanted to be responsible for again.
“One, pretending to be friends isn’t going to stop me from loving you and two, now that I have you back there is no way I am going to let anything happen to you,” said Willow closing the distance between them, gazing intently into worried blue eyes. She stroked her hand over Tara’s face, before pulling her in and placing a soft kiss on her lips. “These last few months have been hell without you. I promise we will get through whatever happens to us, we have to.” Willow regretfully pulled back from Tara. “And now I believe you have a class to teach.”
“I do,” said Tara. “But we need to talk.”
TBC
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Edited by: Magrat70 at: 6/20/04 11:33 am