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Title: Harry Potter and the Return of the Witch part 10
Author: Magrat
Spoilers: as before
Ratings: PG: 13
Disclaimer: Not mine blah, blah.
Thanks to Justin
Harry Potter and the Return of the Witch part 10
Tara almost stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Willow leaning against the door to her office, watching her. “W-willow.”
Willow swallowed hard, but words couldn’t or rather wouldn’t come. She touched her face and felt that her eyes were wet. She hadn’t even realised she had started to cry too many things were crowding her brain. Tara was so close now; she had seen her, heard her voice and she could now smell her scent. Willow wondered if the overload in her senses had caused the lack of movement in her limbs; she couldn’t move.
“Willow,” Tara said uncertainly. “Do you want to come into my office?”
The redhead nodded and followed Tara into the room dazed.
“T-take a seat,” said Tara, pointing to one of the chairs by the fireside. Willow sat down and Tara took the chair opposite after gently pushing Crookshanks off first. They sat for a while staring at one another in awkward silence. “One of us should speak before I have to go and take my afternoon classes.”
The damn off emotions broke in Willow. “Yeah ‘cause classes are more important than why you are here alive; why I have been grieving for months, almost destroying the world.”
“Will, I’m so s-sorry. I didn’t want it to be this way. It would have been better if you had never found out that I was here. You’d have got over me…”
“Got over you, how the hell would that have ever happened? I was covered in your blood, you died in my arms, but here you are sitting across from me breathing and you still haven’t told me why,” lashed out Willow. “Were you even really dead?”
Tara wished her hair wasn’t tied up so that she could let it fall across her face and hide her crimson cheeks. “I was dead.”
“Well how are you here? Who brought you back and why?” Asked Willow, fighting the feeling that she had that she wanted to get of here. She had spent so many nights dreaming that Tara was still alive and now that she was, all she felt was the sting of betrayal.
“They brought me back by accident. It wasn’t supposed to be have been me. I wasn’t even dead for long…maybe a week,” Tara didn’t even know why she had said it. She wasn’t exactly taken aback by Willow’s hostility and she could sense the heartbreak that was behind it. She felt powerless to make things better.
“I can’t do this,” said Willow and ran from the room.
“Willow,” shouted Tara at the retreating figure. She slumped back in the chair her head in her hands. She felt Crookshanks jump on her lap and the bump, bump of his nose as he rubbed his face against her hands. “What do you think? Yep it could have gone better?” The cat blinked at her and purred louder as she tickled him under the chin. “I better go and tell Dumbledore that Willow is wondering around the school.”
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After about 5 minutes Willow slowed to a walk and realised she horribly lost. She had taken some stairs and had something thrown at her by what she was sure was a poltergeist. She looked at the paintings that lined the walls and was freaked when she noticed they were moving.
“Can I help you dear? Are you lost?”
Willow stared around until she noticed that a painting with a fat woman was talking to her. “I think so.” The redhead felt more than a little stupid talking to it. The picture moved aside and a young girl with bushy hair jumped out from behind it, she gave Willow a long hard stare and blanched.
“You’re Willow aren’t you? Does Professor Maclay know you are here?” Asked Hermione. “And how did you manage to get here?”
“How do you know who I am?” Willow asked suspiciously.
“Tara…I mean I saw your picture in Professor Maclay’s room. I went there after I remembered reading about her death and I thought she was a spy for Voldemort but Dumbledore told me what really happened,” Hermione gave Willow a pitying look. “It must have been terrible for you, to have her die in your arms like that. She told me how much she missed you, but she couldn’t tell you she was here because of Voldemort.”
Willow’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed to reply. “You’ve lost me.”
“Oh,” said Hermione. “Maybe I should take you to Dumbledore. Have you seen Professor Maclay? You never answered.”
Willow followed close on the schoolgirl’s heals; in her current frame of mind she was finding the youngster’s self-confidence and knowledge about the situation supremely irritating. “I’ve seen her.”
Hermione, for the first since she met Willow, took stock. She looked sideways at the redhead and noticed the redness around her eyes and the sullen look on her face. “It didn’t go well.” She said it more as a statement than a question.
“You wouldn’t understand,” said Willow. “Are we near this office…” Hermione pushed an arm across her.
“Trick stair there, we have to jump down to the next one,” explained Hermione.
“This place is like a maze and a sick fun house all rolled into one. How the hell do you get used to it?” Asked Willow.
“You just do, it becomes like second nature. We are almost at Dumbledore’s office by the way. You’re angry with her aren’t you? She didn’t want to keep it from you, she thought it was best. Do you know what happened to her?” Asked Hermione.
“No,” admitted Willow.
“Maybe you should find out before you judge,” said Hermione as they stopped outside Dumbledore’s office, which was already open. “She really did miss you.”
“Miss Granger, thank you for delivering Miss Rosenberg back to us safely,” Dumbledore eyes twinkled at Willow. “We were starting to worry about you.”
Willow saw Tara stepping out behind him her face pinched and worried. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have run off, but I was upset.”
“Understandably so, if you step into my office I will explain everything, maybe that’s what I should have done in the first place, so that emotion wouldn’t play a part in this. Miss Grainger I believe you have classes.”
“But…”
“No buts Miss Granger, off to class,” said Dumbledore, waving her away and ushering the two women into his office.
TBC
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Edited by: Magrat70 at: 7/11/04 12:43 am