Title: Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Author: angelaask
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Draco, Willow/Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon and
Mutant Enemy and Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. I'm just
borrowing the characters for my own amusement.
Distribution: You want it, take it. Just email me first.
Summary: BTVS/HP Sometimes love is just not enough.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first BtVS/HP crossover and
feedback will be greatly appreciated.
Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter crossover. For the
purpose of my story Willow is a natural-born witch. The difference
between a natural-born witch and a witch that practices Wicca will be
explained later. Warning this fic will be somewhat dark with
references to emotional and physical abuse. This fic is unbeta. I
will attempt to proofread it before posting but I must warn you my
grammar is terrible.

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Prologue

The Minister of Magic sat in front of the Headmaster's desk shaking
his head in denial, "b…but that's impossible?" stammered the
middle-aged man with graying hair.

"I'm afraid so," answered the aged wizard as he leaned back into his
cushioned chair with his hands folded comfortably across his chest.

"But there has never been a natural-born witch born on the Hellmouth,"
argued Fudge.

"Actually there has been one recorded case in the early eighteen
hundreds. But that's beside the point. Our records do not lie,"
replied the Headmaster solemnly. He did not want to dwell on the
details of that incident. It ended quite badly. Somehow the locals
got a whiff that the young girl was a witch and she was burn at the
stake before the school could procure poor girl.

"Then why didn't she show up on your records before? My God Albus,
she is nearly sixteen years old! If she was truly a witch shouldn't
we have known it by now," sneered Fudge in triumph.

"Unfortunately due to the mystical forces that exist on the Hellmouth
she has gone undetected until now," answered the Headmaster smoothly.

"So what has changed?" questioned Fudge as his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"It was not until she preformed a powerful spell that our sources
recognized her as a candidate," answered Dumbledore.

"She's practicing! She's muggle born! How the bloody hell can she be
practicing and just how powerful is she?!" roared Fudge in outrage.
It just kept getting better and better. This was just one big screw up
as far as he was concern.

The Headmaster ignored the younger man's outburst and stared him in
the eye as he leaned forward in his chair until his folded hand rested
on the surface of his large antique wooden desk. "As you and I both
know Sunnydale is no ordinary muggle town. It is perfectly feasible
for someone with an aptitude for magic to be drawn to the mystical
forces that centered there. And as for how powerful she is well let
just say it is enough to garner the attention of the both myself, the
Ministry of Magic and another who shall not be named. If she had not
exhibited any significant abilities I would have let her be but
unfortunately that is not the case," answered Dumbledore calmly.

The minister's head fell forward into his hand and he began massaged
his forehead tiredly. He sighed. "My God, This is a mess. She has been
living on top of a Hellmouth for sixteen years…SIXTEEN. There is no
telling what effect the dark forces that exist there will have on her
magic? Surely she would have been influenced by the Dark Arts. Tell me
the truth Albus are we dealing with another Dark Lord?" whispered
Fudge in trepidation.

Dumbledore hesitated for long thoughtful moment before he spoke. "I
honestly don't know. For now she is safe from the Dark Lord simply
because she is muggle born. I have already sent someone to Sunnydale
to monitor the current situation. Once we have learned more maybe we
can come to some sort of decision of what to do with the girl."

*******END 1*********
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Chapter 2 (Three months after Willow performed the soul restoration
spell.)

"Hola Chicas," greeted Xander cheerfully as he joined Willow and Buffy
in the hallway.

"Hi Xand," greeted Buffy brightly. Willow however remained quiet as
she stared blankly into her locker with a sad expression on her face.

"If it will make you feel better we can kick his ass for you, well
Buffy can while I cheer gleefully on the sidelines," offered Xander
only half joking.

It had been weeks since Oz decided that he wasn't quite ready for a
relationship and left Willow in the cold while he continued to date
other girls. It had hurt her badly to find out that she wasn't enough
for him. Once again she found herself thinking that she wasn't quite
interesting or pretty enough the keep a guy's attention. It was
Xander all over again and the rejection had left a painful ache in her
heart. But she was determined to hide the pain, the doubt and the
tears from her friends. She had to be strong for Buffy's sake. It
wasn't long ago that Buffy lost the love of her life. She needed
Willow to be strong and not all weepy because Oz dumped her.

"I'm okay. See this is me being happy," said Willow cheerfully while
she gave them a forced smile.

Buffy placed a comforting hand on Willow's shoulder and squeezed
gently. "Why don't we meet up at my house tonight for an all night ice
cream slash movie fest? No guys allowed," offered Buffy.

"Thanks but no thanks. I'm okay really."

"Are you absolutely sure?" asked Buffy who wasn't at all convinced
that Willow was alright.

Willow nodded confidently. "Yeah, besides I want to try a few spells
later on tonight."

"That's our Wills, our very own Sabrina," said Xander jokingly.

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Giles entered the library early Monday morning to find a strange man
dressed in black roaming around in the school's library. Giles could
only see the profile of his face because he was facing away from him
as he studied the books on the shelves. He wore a long black robe and
his black hair laid loosely about his shoulders. His nose was large
but distinguished. "Excuse me sir may I help you, the library is
restricted to students and faculty only."

The man did not answer him at first as he continued to study the
ancient looking books. After a moment he looked up at Giles with a
questioning eye and turned back to the books. He began to read the
titles out loud. "Demons and Vampires of the 16th century and The
Avery's Guide to Black Magic and other Demonic Occults…" droned the
stranger in a thick English accent. The man that Giles was beginning
to despise turned slowly to face Giles completely.

"Quite an interesting collection of books for a high school library,"
finished the stranger.

"W…well it's a little hobby of mine," stuttered Giles.

"Really, does the students have access to these books," questioned the
man calmly.

"I don't see how that is any of your business," snapped Giles irritably.

"Oh I think I'll be the judge of that, Watcher," sneered the stranger.

"Who the bloody hell are you!" questioned Giles through gritted teeth.

"That is none of your concern, Mr. Giles," smirked the man.

"What do you want? If this is about Buffy…."

The stranger waved his hand in the air in a dismissive gesture.
"Pffth. I have no interest in the Council, your precious Slayer or any
other muggle things. If I need anything from you I will find you."

And before Giles could question the man any further he vanished into
thin air leaving a stunned librarian behind.

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By the time Buffy, Xander, Willow and Cordelia reached the library
Giles was in full watcher mode. Books, scrolls and papers were
scattered across the table.

"What's up G-Man," greeted Xander who had is arm slung casually over
Cordelia's shoulder.

"Well I experienced an encounter of sorts today," answered Giles.

"Judging by all the books my guess it's of the slayage variety," asked
Buffy.

"To be honest I'm not quite sure. But it was very disturbing and
warrants looking into."

"What happened Giles," asked Willow in concern.

"I was confronted by a sinister looking fellow wearing long black robes."

"Get out! He was actually wearing black robes that is `so' obvious.
He might as well wear a name tag saying `Hello' evil guy here,"
snorted Cordelia while she continued to file her finger nails.

"Yes, if I may continue," admonished Giles. "What was disturbing was
the fact that he knew about the Watcher Council and the Slayer. But,
before I was able to question him further he vanished into thin air."

"So are we looking for some sort demon," asked Buffy.

"No. I believe he was a wizard," answered Giles.

"You mean like Ethan Rayne?" asked Xander.

Giles removed his glasses and began to clean them with a small grey
cloth. He stared at them thoughtfully before he placed them back on
his face. "No actually Ethan is a warlock. Wizards are something
completely different than those who practice Wicca. To be more
precise they're more like magical beings with their own secret
society. They're isolationist and they usually avoid the human world.
Wizards and witches are naturally born. They are born with innate
powers that allow them to practice magic. Those who practice Wicca
derived their powers from the earth and other external mystical forces
such as the Hellmouth. It is quite odd to find one here though. Their
form of magic tends to clash with the mystical energies that surround
the Hellmouth. They tend to stay clear of it."

"Oh wow! That is so cool! I bet they wear pointy hats, ride
broomsticks and everything," cried Willow is excitement.

"God, you're such a spaz. I don't even know why I hang around here.
I'm going to cheerleading practice," declared Cordelia snobbishly
before she walked out the door.

Willow's face fell. She couldn't help it if she got all excited every
time someone mentioned magic. Willow had been practicing spells all
summer and she was beginning to get good at it. It was only thing that
kept her spirits up after Oz had left her. There was just something
about it that call to her. She felt it when she had preformed the
soul restoration spell three months ago. It had awakened something
deep inside her that she didn't even know existed. The experience was
exhilarating and she couldn't shake the feeling ever since. It just
felt right as if it was something she was meant to do.

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Someone was following her she was sure of it. She would have thought
by now she would have known better than to walk alone after dark.
Willow clung to her book bag tightly and increased her pace hoping
that she would make it home safely. She glanced over her shoulder and
saw a dark figure following closely behind her. Willow panicked and
started running. The stranger cursed softly and began to run after
her. Willow ran blindly down the street trying frantically to think
of any spells that may help her, but she couldn't think of any thing
at the moment she was too scared.

In a moment of desperation she decided to take a short cut through the
cemetery. The cemeteries were dangerous at night but it was a risk
she was willing to take. She would rather face a possible danger than
a real one any day. Somehow Willow managed to lose the stranger among
the maze of tombs and headstones. She slumped down behind a large
headstone and took a moment to catch her breath. After her breathing
had calmed Willow carefully looked over the tombstone. There was no
sign of the stranger. She quietly got up from the ground and headed
towards home.

She had not even gotten past five feet before she ran into a vampire.
Willow screamed and turned to run away. But they were just too fast
and in an instance they had her in their grasp. Willow struggled
frantically, but it was no use. They were just too strong. Her pleas
for help turned into screams of terror as she felt a sharp piercing
pain on her neck. Her screams trailed off into whimpers as the vampire
slowly sucked the life out of her.

"Illumination!"

Suddenly there was a flash of light and the vice like grip that kept
her restrained disappeared. Willow was free but she no longer had the
strength to remain standing and she fell to the cold hard ground. The
last thing she saw before she succumbed to unconsciousness was black
robes and piercing black eyes.

************END 2***********
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Sometimes Love Is Not Enough 3/? BtVS/HP Rated: R



Willow woke up confused. As she slowly regained consciousness her
groggy mind realized something wasn't quite right. She was in a
strange bed in a strange room that looked suspiciously like a hotel
room. The lights were dimmed, illuminating the dark room with a soft
golden light. Willow's body was cocooned in a warm comfy blanket and
she decided to lay there for a moment and enjoy the soft comfortable
bed while she tried to figure out how she got here.

The last thing she remembered was being attacked by a vampire and at
that thought she raised her hand to her neck. A white cotton bandage
covered the wound and she poked at it experimentally to see if it was
still sore. As soon as she applied pressure to the wound she hissed in
pain.

Movement from the other side of the room startled Willow and she
quickly sat up on the bed, which proved to be a mistake when her head
started to throb in protest at the sudden movement. White dots danced
before her eyes and Willow moaned in pain as she pressed the palm of
her hand against her forehead. A tall pale man with black shoulder
length hair, beady black eyes and a large hooked nose rose gracefully
from the arm chair he was currently sitting in. He placed the book he
was reading on the side table as he got up. His black robes swayed
about him as he made his way gracefully across the room. He looked
just as sinister as Giles had described him. He looked like a vampire.

Willow eyes widen and her body began to tremble in fear as the
stranger slowly approached her. Seeing her distress the man halted
his progress and sighed in annoyance. "Think girl, if I wanted you
dead I would have let that vampire suck you dry and I certainly
wouldn't have dressed your wound wouldn't I," said the man gruffly.

Well the man did have a point. If the stranger wanted to hurt her he
surely would have done it by now and technically he did saved her.
With some of her initial fear eased Willow nodded her consent for the
man to come closer. As the man neared Willow clutched the blanket
close to her body. The man stopped next to the bed and gave Willow a
long calculating look with his dark piercing eyes before he turned
away and went into the bathroom. After a few moments he returned with
a tall glass of water in one hand and a small green flask in the
other. He placed the glass of water on the table next to the bed. He
uncorked the flask and carefully poured three drops into the glass.

"Here, drink this it would help with the pain," ordered the man as he
handed the glass to Willow. Willow took the glass reluctantly and
sniffed the content suspiciously. She scrunched up her nose at the
horrible smell.

"Drink all of it," said the man sternly in a way that broke no argument.

Willow pinched her nose and swallowed it in three big gulps then
proceeded to cough and sputtered convulsively. It tasted worst than
it smelled but the throbbing pain on her neck lessened considerably.
The man took the glass from Willow's hand and placed it on the dresser
before he sat back in the chair he had previously vacated.

Willow took a moment to take in her surroundings. The room was in
various states of disarray. A pair of black slacks was folded neatly
across the dresser, a number of books and personal items were
scattered about the room. The room looked lived in as if someone had
been living here for a while. When her gaze finally rested on the man
he was staring at her, his eyes spoke of intelligence and intensity.
Heat rose to Willow's cheeks and she began to fidget under the man's
scrutiny.

After a while the stranger realized that the girl had no intention of
speaking anytime soon even though he could see the curiosity in her
wide green eyes. Usually he would have waited her out, stringing the
silence on a bit longer until it was so unbearable that she cracked.
But at last this was not an interrogation and the girl had just been
attacked. A little hospitability was in order, a notion that he was
not all too familiar with. He sighed. "I'm sure you have questions,"
offered the stranger as a way of initiating dialogue.

Willow jumped in surprised and it took her a moment to think of what
to say. "A…are you the same guy that visited Giles earlier today?"
asked Willow nervously.

"Yes," answered the man.

"Are you a Wizard?" asked Willow timidly.

"Yes," was his simple reply.

Willow's nostrils flared. She crossed her arms over her chest and
narrowed her eyes at him. Could this guy get any more annoying. He
could make an effort. The one-word responses weren't telling her
anything.

"Can you say anything else but yes?" questioned Willow in annoyance.

"Yes," smirked the man. The girl was quite amusing when angry.

"Grrr," growled Willow in frustration. `Well let just see how he
dodges this one,' thought Willow smugly.

"Who are you and why are you following me?" smiled Willow in triumph.

The dark stranger leaned forward in his chair, back straight. "My name
is Professor Severus Snape and I teach potions at the Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And for the reason why I'm following you
is because I was sent here to observe you."

"Why?" asked Willow in confusion. `So he was a teacher. Well that
didn't sound all that bad and there was actually a school for magic.
Wow, she wished they had one of those in Sunnydale that would
certainly be more interesting than high school,' thought Willow dreamily.

"Because you, young lady, are a witch. One that was born and raised on
top of the Hellmouth, and that is very rare indeed. I am here to
assess your abilities and to judge if you should be allowed to attend
our school," finished Snape.

Willow looked at him in shocked disbelief. Her eyes widen and she was
doing a very fair impression of a goldfish.

"No Way!"

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When Dumbledore first told him about the existence of a powerful
natural-born witch on the Hellmouth Professor Severus Snape's first
reaction was to bind her powers. The Wizardry World did not need
another Dark Lord. But Dumbledore was determined to give the girl a
fair chance.

Snape had been observing the redhead for weeks now and Willow Ann
Rosenberg was nothing like he had expected. She was not the embodiment
of evil that he had imagined. Ms. Rosenberg was a true conundrum. The
child was a complete innocent, shy and tiny. She did not look at all
like the type that was capable of ensouling a vampire, a feat that was
difficult for most grown wizards. The child was intelligent and Snape
sensed she had a thirst for knowledge much like his own.

But that was not to say that she couldn't still succumbed to the
darkness. The girl had just discovered her powers. Maybe the lagged
time in her development have saved the girl from being corrupted by
the Hellmouth. If she was removed completely from its influence maybe
Snape could save her from the evil that would eventually warp her
innocent soul. Just maybe he could spare her of the hardships that he
had to endure when he fell into darkness those long years ago.

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AN: I know what you're thinking. Not another Willow goes to Hogwarts
story! But I promise there will be a interesting plot twist later on,
just keep reading.

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Sometimes Love Is Not Enough 4/? BtVS/HP Rated: R


"Giles!" boomed Buffy loudly as she swung opened library doors and
barreled inside with Xander hot on her heels.

Giles walked out of his office with an exasperated expression on his
face. "Please do remember this is a library. There is no need to
shout at the top of your lungs," admonished Giles.

Buffy and Xander paid the scolding librarian no mind and continued.
"G-man, we got a problem. Willow is missing," shouted Xander worriedly.

Giles's forehead creased with worry. "For how long?" asked Giles.

"She wasn't home when I called her last night and I haven't seen her
in school all day," answered Buffy.

"That's odd. It's not like Willow to miss school," commented Giles.

"You're telling me. Willow loves school. It would have to be
something really bad for her to miss it. I am totally freaking out
right now," said Xander his voice filled with concern.

Just than Willow walked into the library wearing a pair of sunglasses
over her eyes. Buffy and Xander ran over to her and engulfed the
redhead in a warm hug.

"Guys what's wrong?" asked Willow in confusion.

"You missed school," said Buffy simply as if that would explain
everything.

Willow yawned loudly. "Ah Yeah?" said the tired redhead.

"Wills you never miss school," replied Xander.

"Well I kind of ran into the wizard guy last night," said Willow
apologetically.

"You what!" shouted Xander, Buffy and Giles.

"Well actually he saved me from a vampire who went all grr on me and I
was like all scared. Then he did this wand wavy thing and the vampire
went poof. The next thing you know we were talking and he told me all
about the Wizardry World. And Giles it was all so fascinating! Did
you know they have schools that teach you magic! And…and he wants me
to go. Isn't that so cool! Oh yeah by the way he wants to meet you
guys. He'll be by later tonight. We were up all night talking about
all sort of things, like what subjects I will have to take if I was
accepted, and I kind of overslept. I just woke up an hour ago,"
babbled Willow excitedly.

"Wait a minute what school and why does he want you to go" asked Giles
in confusion.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you. Well I'm a witch," beamed Willow proudly.

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Giles spent the last three hours drilling Willow for details about her
encounter with the wizard. Occasion he would scribble relevant
information into his journal.

Suddenly there was a popping sound behind Buffy. The slayer
reflexively swirled around to face the possible threat. She crouched
low and kicked out her leg underneath the intruder's feet affectively
knocking him to the ground and he landed with a thug on the floor. In
a flash Buffy straddle him, pulled out her stake and pressed it
against the man's chest.

"Stop Buffy!" shouted Willow and Giles in panic.

Buffy released the man with a flourish and turned to face Giles. "Well
how was I supposed to know he was the wizard guy?! I never seen him
before, he came out of nowhere and face it he looks like a vampire.
Would it kill him to add some color to his wardrobe," defended Buffy.

Willow offered her hand to help Snape up, but his wounded pride
wouldn't allow it and he waved her hand away as he gingerly hoisted
himself off the floor. "I see that the Slayer is just as unrestrained
and volatile as I have been told," droned Snape dryly.

"Hey," shouted Buffy in indigenization as she crossed her arms over
her chest.

Xander strolled over next to Snape waving a donut in the air. "Here's
a tip. Don't ever sneak up on a slayer, you live longer that way,"
mumbled Xander over the donut he was current stuffing into his mouth.

The wizard sneered in disgust. "Well thank you for stating the obvious."

Giles offered Snape an apologetic smile, one that Snape recognized
belonging to a man who was use to dealing with hormonal teenagers.

"You must be Professor Snape. I must apologize for the man-handling.
We were not expecting you to just appear like that," offered Giles.

"Well I would have expected that from muggles. They tend to be
ignorant of wizard's ways," commented Snape dryly.

"What's a muggle?" asked Xander curiously.

"You are or in other words non magical folk," explained Snape.

Buffy raised her hand. "Then what am I? I not exactly a muggle you
know since I'm magically endowed with super-strength and stuff," asked
Buffy curiously.

Snape cringed when his back twinge in pain as if to remind him exactly
how strong Buffy was. "Yes you are a sturdy girl," sneered Snape.

Buffy narrowed her hazel eyes at him for the `sturdy girl' comment.

"You are what we would call a magical creature, something akin to a
giant or a troll maybe. I'm sure Hagrid would love to get his hands on
you," replied Snape offhandedly.

"A troll! Why you greasy little ba…," yelled Buffy in outraged.

Willow giggled and placed her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.
Snape was good. Buffy was okay when it came to witty comebacks and
banter, but Snape was the master.

"Enough!" shouted Giles as he stepped in front of his enraged slayer
as she made a move towards Snape. "I think we have gotten ourselves
off track. Let's get back to the manner at hand. What exactly do want
with Willow?"

Snape stood tall and clasped his hands behind his back. "Ms.
Rosenberg is a witch and it's our custom to educated all potential
witches and wizards the proper use of magic when their powers manifest
themselves during their eleventh year, at which time the candidates
receive an acceptance letter inviting them to Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry," explained Snape.
"Wait don't you have to be born a witch or wizard. Wouldn't that mean
at least one of my parents was a witch or wizard? As far as I know
both of my parents are muggles," asked Willow thoughtfully.

Snape quirked his eyebrow at Willow's questioned. It seemed that the
girl had done her homework, which was a credit to the girl's
intelligence. "True that is usually the case. But occasionally a witch
or wizard is born from a muggle family. There may have been a witch
or wizard in your family at one point," speculated Snape thoughtfully.

"Why didn't Wills get an acceptance letter when she turned eleven? I
just can't believe it got lost in the mail for five years. Why did you
wait so long to contact her," asked Xander. Xander had known Willow
since they were six and he was sure that he would remember if she got
a letter from a magical school.

"There are several factors that make Ms. Rosenberg a unique case. The
first and the foremost is the fact that she was born on the Hellmouth,
which effectively hid her from the Wizardry World. The truth is we
didn't even know she existed until three months ago," admitted Snape
as he began to pace the length of the room, his long black robe
bellowed in his wake.

"That was when Willow performed the soul restoration spell, if I'm not
mistaken?" asked Giles who had been habitually cleaning his glasses as
he absorbed the information.

"That's correct. If Willow had not attempted such a powerful spell we
would still be in the dark. I was sent here to asses the practicality
of integrating her into our school," explained the Professor. `And to
see if she is any threat to our world,' added Snape silently. "The gap
between her level of skill and other children her age may pose a
problem considering most students start school when they are eleven
years old."

"But I've been practicing all summer," whined Willow

"Willow!" cried Giles. Willow cringed at the sound of Giles's voice.
She didn't mean to say that out loud. Giles didn't know that she had
been practicing and she had attended to keep it that way.

"I am not too fond of the ideal of you teaching yourself magic. It is
not something you should play around with. Magic is dangerous if you
don't know what you're doing. If you're not careful you can seriously
hurt yourself," lectured Giles.

"I concur. I shudder to think what could happen if the child was left
to practice magic without proper training and supervision," agreed Snape.

The wizard turned to look Giles in the eye with a serious expression
on his face. "As a watcher you must realize the danger of a
natural-born witch living on a Hellmouth," said Snape gravely.

Giles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Yes we had a
confrontation with one a while ago. The woman was quite insane and she
tried to take over her daughter's body to relive her days of youth,"
admitted Giles sadly.

"Do you wish a similar fate for Willow? Cause mark my words it will
happen or worst if the girl remains here," warned Snape and the wizard
stared at the watcher intensely until the man reluctantly nodded in
agreement.

"I have already sent my recommendation to the Headmaster. All that
awaits is his decision," finished Snape.

As if on cue, a large grey barn owl swooped down from the ceiling,
hooted and dropped a letter into Willow's outstretched hands.
Willow's large green eyes widen in surprise and she nervously opened
the sealed letter. She pulled the piece of parchment out of the
envelope with shaky hands and read the elegant print.

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Wizard)
(Supreme Mugwump. International Confederation of Wizards)

Dear Miss Willow Ann Rosenberg,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Due to your unique circumstances you will
be placed with your peers in 5th year. To ease your transition into
Hogwarts we request your immediate arrival so that you may take
advantage of the remainder of the summer before the school term begins
on September the 15th. Enclosed is a list of all necessary books and
equipment.

We await your owl.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

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Sometimes Love Is Not Enough 5/? BtVS/HP Rated: R



It had been a difficult decision one that no one wanted to make. In
the beginning both Buffy and Xander was against the ideal of Willow
leaving Sunnydale, and no one had protested the longest or the
loudest than her life long friend, Xander. But in the end it was
decided that it was in Willow best interest to go to Hogwarts where
she can learn to use her powers in a safe environment. Willow and
Professor Snape planned to leave for Hogwarts the very next morning,
which gave them very little time to prepare for the journey.

Snape had left a hour ago to make the appropriate travel arrangements
and prepare the necessary documents to be delivered to Willow's
parents, who were ironically enough attending a lecture series on
proper child care for the young adolescent mind in Germany. Willow
was going to attend Hogwarts under the rouse of a foreign exchange
program for gifted young students. Willow had bitterly told Snape
that the deception was not necessary because her parents hardly came
home anymore and when they did they barely notice her accept to
criticize her. But Snape had insisted that it was necessary just
incase Shelia and Ira Rosenberg had finally decided to take notice in
their daughter's life.

Snape was appalled to hear that Willow's parents had left their only
child alone to fend for herself on a regular bases-on a Hellmouth no
less. He couldn't believe that her parents-muggle or not-could be so
ignorant to the dangers that their supposedly quiet town possess.
Once again Snape was reaffirmed of his decision to take Willow was a
good one for surely if the child remained in Sunnydale she would
either succumbed to the dark forces or perish.

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While Snape was running errands Willow was left to the erroneous task
of packing. Xander, Buffy and Giles were all in Willow's room under
the pretence of helping her pack. While Xander and Buffy made
themselves at home, Giles on the other hand looked completely
uncomfortable in Willow's room. To his credit the starchy tweed suit
didn't quite fit in with the cheerful kitty posters and the stuffed
animals that dominated her room.

"I can't believe it. One letter and suddenly you're gone," said Buffy
in disbelief as she sat on Willow's bed idly picking through the
clothes that Willow had left out to pack.

"Wills I don't want you to go," admitted Xander, who apparently
haven't completely signed on the ideal of letting his best friend
go.

"It isn't like I'm leaving forever. You guys will see me every summer
and I'll write," said Willow optimistically as she continued to pack.

"But it won't be the same. I'll miss you," argued Xander sadly.

Willow looked at her friends dejected faces and her tears weld up in
her eyes at the thought of leaving her friends behind. "I'll miss
you too Xand," sniffed Willow tearfully as she pulled Xander and
Buffy into a group hug.

"And don't be brave. If you run into something you can't handle
promise me you run and live to fight another day. Promise me you guys
won't do something stupid like die," admonished Willow sternly with
her resolve face on.

Buffy and Xander laughed. "Yes ma'am," answered Xander and Buffy
simultaneously before they let Willow go.

Giles, who was waiting patiently for the children to say their
goodbyes, moved in front of Willow, placed his strong hands over both
her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes with a serious
expression on his face. "Is this what you truly want Willow?" asked
Giles one last time.

Willow looked up at the man she had come to be her mentor for the
last few years. "It feels right, Giles."

"Well I am very proud of you, Willow. And I sure you will do well,"
encouraged Giles warmly.

"Thanks Giles that means a lot to me. You been more like a dad to me
than my real one, you know. I going to really miss you," admitted
Willow sincerely as she wrapped her arms around Giles's waist in a
warm embrace, closing her eyes as she inhaled the scent of old books
and aftershave.

Giles closed his eyes briefly and willing reciprocated the hug.
Giles's voice cracked with emotion, "Of course…like wise, Willow."

He cleared his throat loudly and wiped away a few stray tears as he
pulled away from Willow. "Well we best be off and let you finish
packing."

And then suddenly they were gone leaving Willow alone to figure out
how to fit her whole life in one single suitcase.

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Hours later Professor Snape appeared in the Rosenberg's home. He had
finally obtained the last object needed to complete their journey to
Hogwarts, a portokey. Hogwarts was too far away to apparrate safely
so a portokey was necessary and he requested one from the Headmaster
in his last correspondence. The letter that he had received from the
Headmaster was slightly disturbing. Apparently the Ministry of Magic
was not too thrilled over the ideal of bringing Willow to Hogwarts
and many of the members had their doubts. Their fear and suspicions
of anything remotely associate with the Dark Lord or the Dark Arts
had made the Ministry paranoid. Some had gone as far as to suggest
that the child be detained during her stay in the Wizardry World
until the full extent of her power has been determined. Dumbledore
had warned him to keep his eyes open for it was highly likely they
will be watched.

"Ms. Rosenberg?" called out Severus.

"I'll be right down, professor," shouted Willow from somewhere
upstairs.

A moment later Willow appeared on top of the staircase, dragging a
large suitcase from her room into the main hallway. Snape cringed at
what the child was wearing. Willow wore a bright yellow sweater with
little pink and white fuzzy bunnies all over it, a matching plaid
skirt and yellow stockings. The over all appearance was so
frightfully cheerful that it almost made the former Death Eater's
turned spy teeth hurt. Thank Merlin the students were required to
wear uniforms. He didn't think his more somber sensibilities could
stand a daily dose of such sweetness.

"I don't think I can get this down stairs without breaking my neck,"
admitted Willow finally. She had already repacked the suitcase three
times and she still could barely lift it, but she couldn't bear to
leave anything else behind.

The wizard scowled in annoyance for the delay and pulled out his wand
from somewhere within the dark recesses of his robes. With a swish
and a wave of his wand the suitcase floated down the stairs and
gently landed on the floor at his side. Willow's eyes widen in
wonder and she nearly flew down the stairs in excitement until she
too stood next to Snape. Her big green eyes looked up at the wizard
in awe. "Wow can you teach me how to do that?" asked Willow in
earnest. Snape sighed exasperatedly at the young girl's enthusiasm.
If the child got this excited over such a simple spell it was going
to be a very long trip to Hogwarts.

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Willow and Snape had arrived in London without incident. The
journey from Sunnydale to London was instantaneous with the help of
the portkey. Inter-dimensional traveling was slightly disorienting
for Willow as she felt her body snap back to reality. The sensation
was very unsettling, causing her tummy to turn with nausea and her
head to swirl. She found herself clinging to Snape's robes for
balance much to his displeasure. The old professor was forced to
take hold of the girl's shoulder and steady her before she brought
him down to the floor with her.

Willow's first adventure into the Wizardry World wasn't all that
exciting and more than slightly disappointing. The weather was cold
and dreary; a complete contrast to what she was use to in Sunnydale
where the sun seemed to shine all year around. They were currently
standing outside a pub called The Leaky Cauldron. The old building
that housed the pub was in disrepair, and the sign that hung above
the door was worn and shabby. It was nothing much to look at
really, and the inside wasn't much better. It looked like an
ordinary pub, well accept for the people dressed in robes and tall
pointy hats.

All conversation seemed to cease as the occupants turned to stare at
the newcomers. A few patrons gave Snape and Willow a quizzical look
but they quickly returned to their own conversations when Snape
sneered at them. Snape led Willow to a dark empty booth in the back
and order a glass of butterbeer for her and tea for himself. Snape
seemed content at sipping his tea quietly while Willow nursed the
sweet beverage in her hands. They sat there in companion silence
while Willow discretely looked around the room. Willow frowned at
what she saw. The place didn't look all that extraordinary and she
found herself wondering why they were here.

When she could no longer take the silence or stemmed the flow of
questions that seemed to burn in her head Willow finally spoke. "I
not saying this isn't nice and all but why are me here?" questioned
Willow.

Snape sat his teacup on the table and studied Willow carefully with
his piercing black eyes as if he was reading her thoughts. "Believe
it or not Ms. Rosenberg, but this pub is one of many gateways into
the Wizardry World. It serves as buffer between our world and the
muggle one. Surely you didn't expect to see a large sign
advertising the secret entrance to the Wizardry World," snorted
Snape.

"No, but I was expecting something a little less…ordinary," answered
Willow disappointedly as she waved her hand around her gloomy
surroundings.

"Come with me," said Snape abruptly as stood up from his seat and
threw a couple of coins on the table.

Willow followed the wizard obediently as he strode to the back of
the pub, through a wooden door that led them into dark alley behind
the building.

Willow looked at Snape quizzically as he pulled out his wand from
his long sleeve and tap the brick wall while mumbling, "three up and
two across."

The bricks fell away one by one into nothingness until a large
opening revealed the hidden doorway into the Wizardry World. Willow
peered through the opening from behind Snape's long dark robes and
what she saw left her wide eyed and speechless. Just beyond the
opening was a long cobble stone street bustling with people with
bright colorful shops lining the street on both sides.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley Ms. Willow Rosenberg," announced Snape
smugly.

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"Come along. We need to buy your school supplies before we head to
Hogwarts," said Snape as he headed purposely down the street without
even looking back to make sure Willow was following him.

Willow trailed behind Snape distractedly, trying in vain to absorb
everything that went on around her. Willow was in awe. Everything
seemed so much brighter and busier than the alley they had just left
behind. It was truly a different world from where she came from and
it left her feeling slightly overwhelmed.

Willow was so distracted that she nearly bumped into Snape's back
when he abruptly stopped in front of her. Willow looked up to see
that they were standing in front of a large white building with
GRINGOTT'S printed in big bold letters over the door.

"Where are we?" asked Willow curiously.

"This is Gringott's Wizarding Bank. We need funds to buy your
supplies."

"B… but I don't have much money," confessed Willow. She had only
brought what she had left in her saving which turned out to be not
much money at all. She had no ideal how much it cost to go to
Hogwarts but she was hoping that she would be able to get a job
while she was at school to help pay for the cost.

"The Headmaster was kind enough to offer to pay for anything you
might need during the school year," replied Snape.

"But I couldn't take his money…," protested Willow frantically.

"Think of it as a scholarship," interrupted Snape as they walked
inside the bank.

Willow squeaked in surprise when an ugly little man in a three piece
suit ran in front of her. Willow grabbed Snape's arm in fear when
she realized that the whole building was crawling with
creatures. "Demons!" shrieked Willow in fear.

Snape pried Willow's shaky hands away from his arm. This was the
second time today the girl had reached out for him. The whole
experience was quite new for him considering he was the most hated
professor in Hogwarts and students normally didn't seek him out. He
was usually a source of fear not comfort. Snape guessed that the
girl's reaction towards him was normal considering that he was only
person she knew here. Snape was confident that once she made some
friends of her own she would probably stop seeking his company.

"No actually they're goblins. They own the bank. I know that demons
are a common occurrence from where you come from, but please
remember although the Wizard World does have it own share of…
darkness we do not have demons here," answered Snape.

Once they had completed their business at Gringotts Snape took
Willow to get the rest of her supplies. As they walked down the
street Willow notice the odd looks people were giving her. That was
when she noticed that mostly everyone was wearing robes and tall
pointy hats and Willow began to feel slightly out of place with her
fuzzy yellow sweater and sneakers.

Snape watched from the side of his face as the girl seemed to shrink
into herself. "What is the matter?" signed Snape in annoyance.

"I don't exactly fit in. Do I?" said Willow sadly with her eyes cast
down to the ground.

Severus gave the redhead a long thoughtful look and took in her
bright clothes and brilliant copper red hair. "Nonsense, no more
than any Weasley and their brood have been running about this place
for generations," drawled Snape indifferently.

Willow's entire face lit up at Snape's words and she gave the wizard
a bright sunny smile. Snape groaned at the effect his words seemed
to have on the child. He didn't know why he kept comforting the
girl but it seemed to be compulsive.

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After they had obtained all of Willow's books, robes and supplies it
was with great anticipation that Willow entered the last shop,
Ollivander's Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. The door chimed as
Willow and Snape entered the small dusty shop. The walls were lined
with rows and rows of long narrowed boxes. A small man with grey
hair and a wrinkled face greeted them cheerfully from the other side
of the counter. "Well hello Professor Snape. I haven't seen you in
quite a while how is that wand of yours…hmm," asked the small tiny
little man. After Snape grunted his greeting the small man turn his
full attention onto Willow. The man was no taller than Willow which
was quite short for a man.

"Ah Ms. Rosenberg I have heard much about you. You're rather a
fascinating case. Let see if we can find a wand for a witch with
such a unique background. Now give me your wand arm," said
Ollivander patiently as he pulled out his measuring tape.

Willow had no ideal which arm was her wand arm and she looked at man
in confusion. After a moment of thought she gave him her right arm.
Ollivander pulled the measuring tape against Willow's arm long ways,
side ways and ever which way possible. Willow squeaked in surprise
when the tape measure continued to measure her arm as Ollivander
walked away.

"Here try this oak, nine inches, dragon scale core a very sturdy
wand," said Ollivander as he handed Willow a long white stick. "Well
give it a wave," encouraged Ollivander.

Willow shrugged her shoulders in confusion and waved the wand
carelessly in the air. Suddenly there was loud boom and the front
display window exploded sending shards of glass everywhere causing
some of the pedestrians on the street outside to scurry away for
cover. Snape stood next to the door, impassively as ever, flicking
bits and pieces of glass off his robes.

"Oh no no no… that won't do at all," murmured the old man.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry," shouted Willow in alarm.

Ollivander waved Willow's apology away. "Don't worry about it dear
it happens all the time," reinsured the funny little man as he
handed Willow another wand. "Try this one ,maple, twelve inches,
unicorn hair."

Willow grabbed the wand apprehensively and held her breath as she
cautiously waved the wand in the air. White lighting shot through
the tip and hit the counter causing it to catch on fire. Ollivander
waved the small blaze away with the palm of his hand leaving the
surface charred and smothering. "Well lets try another one, shall
we."

Two hours and over two dozen wands later Willow was exhausted and
more than frustrated. "Hmm…what should we try next," murmured the
wand maker quietly as he scrunched up his furry brow in
thought. "Maybe…no… but… perhaps it's worth a try," mumbled
Ollivander under his breath as he scurried to the back of the shop,
disappearing among the shelves. A few minutes later he returned
carrying a long black box reverently.

"This one is very special. I've only sold two wands before with the
same magical core," whispered Ollivander. The wand maker gave Willow
one last look before he handed her a dark grey wand. It was long and
slender and the wood was so warped that it seemed to twist upon
itself. But despite it appearance the surface was smooth to the
touch. As soon as Willow grabbed the wand a warm fuzzy feeling
spread through Willow's body causing her skin to glow with a
unnatural golden hue and Willow knew instantly that this was her
wand.

"What is it made of," breathed Willow in awe as she gently brushed
her fingertips over the smooth dark wood.

"That wand was made from the fallen branches of the Whomping Willow
tree and its core…a single phoenix feather," explained Ollivander.

Snape paled. It had to be a coincidence that Willow's wand shared
the same core with Harry Potter and Voldermort. He had no ideal
what affect this new development would have on Willow's safety, but
it didn't bode well with convincing the Ministry that Willow wasn't
a threat to the Wizardry World.

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Sometimes Love Is Not Enough 7/? BtVS/HP Rated: R



Ms. Kitty, a large brown and white tabby, stretched languidly across
Willow's lap as she gazed out the train window watching the landscape
zipped by. Acres of forest, cow pastures, and an occasional cottage
flew by as the train made it way to Hogwarts. The spell book that
Willow was studying just a moment ago lay opened and forgotten on the
seat beside her. Snape sat quietly across from her reading a large
unmarked black book, in which Willow could only guess contained
formulas for the most complicated potions. Willow was finally on her
way to school and she was scared. Once all the excitement of travel
and getting her supplies had died down the ideal that she was in
another country-well another world actually-on her way to a new school
was beginning to sink in.

In the quiet of the train compartment Willow finally had time to
contemplate the strange turn her life had gone. Less than twenty-four
hours ago Willow had left her normal life in Sunnydale with her
friends to learn how to become a `real' witch. Willow mentally
snorted at her ideal of normal as if the Hellmouth and slaying demons
night after night was normal. But just when she thought her life
couldn't get any weirder she found out that she was a natural born witch.

Willow had told herself that the decision to leave was a wise one and
by learning magic she would be able to help Buffy. Her failure to
ensoul Angel in time to save his life never did sit well with her and
it was heavy blow to her conscience. Willow was convinced that if she
had proper training none of this would ever happen. The way she saw
it, it was her inadequacies as a witch that had failed to save Angel
in the end; and she was determine to see that nothing like that would
ever happen again. Those reasons did play a part in her decision to
leave but the real reason was slightly selfish and Willow was
beginning to feel guilty about abandoning her friends. The truth was
Willow needed to get away. Her break up with Oz had hurt her more
than her friends had realized. His rejection had cut her deeply and
Willow needed some sort of an escape the feelings of failure and
inadequacy.

Willow tore her gaze from window and focused her attention on the
wizard in front of her. Snape was definitely an intimidating looking
man with his hard face, black hair, black eyes and black robes. But
no more than anything she had encounter on the Hellmouth. He was a
lot like Giles and Angel. There was definitely something dark about
him she could see it in his eyes. He had the look of a man who seen
and done some terrible things in his life and had later come to regret
it. He had the look of a man looking to redeemed himself.

But despite it all Willow found herself genuine liking the man and at
some level even admired him. Sure he was dark and kind of mean, but
what else would you expect from someone with a checkered past. Snape
didn't care what other people thought of him and he did what he
thought was necessary despite the personal cost. Sometimes Willow
wished she didn't worry so much about how people thought of her that
she didn't always have play the role that people had resigned her to.
She wished that she didn't always had to be the good little girl, the
perfect student, the responsible one or the sweet one. Sometimes she
just wanted to be Willow without all the stipulations. She wished she
was free to cry, to yell and to rage against the world, like she had
wanted to do so many times before. She wished she was free to act and
say what she wanted without having to analyze every single move she
made for fear of doing the wrong thing. Maybe that was another reason
why Willow had left Sunnydale to start her life anew and be free to be
just Willow, whoever that person maybe.

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By the time they reached Hogwarts train station the sun had already
set and the night sky was filled with bright twinkling stars. Willow
shuttered as the cool crisp air touched her bare cheek causing her to
flush. Willow hugged her school robes closer to her body in attempt
to stay warm.

A very large man with a scruffy long hair and matching beard, thick
eye brows and a brown tweed jacket approached them. His size alone
would have made the man appear intimidating if it wasn't for his kind
eyes and gentle smile that seemed to soften his features.

"Hullo Professor Snape. I hoped yur trip went well," greeted the half
giant.

Snape inclined his head in greeting. "It was satisfactory. Why are
you here Hagrid?" asked Snape bluntly.

"The Headmaster would like a word with you in his office while I'll
escort Miss Rosenberg to the castle," answered Hagrid.

"Well Ms. Rosenberg it seems that I must take my leave."

"You're leaving me?! W…will I see you again?" asked Willow in near
panic. She wasn't quite sure she was ready to part with her traveling
companion just yet. They had reached some sort of understanding and
Snape constant presence was somewhat a comfort to her. `But of course
the professor was a busy man and he probably have better things to do
than to play nursemaid to a little girl,' thought Willow contritely.

Snape's stern features soften just a little as he looked down at the
nervous girl; and once again he had the odd desire to comfort the
girl. "Not for long and I'm sure we will see each other soon," said
Snape reassuredly before he took his leave.

"Er…well we better get going then," stuttered the half giant. Hagrid
was slightly taken aback by the Snape's behavior. Sure the professor
was a good man but his manners had a lot to be desired. Hagrid had
never seen Snape warm up to anyone. It was almost as if he was trying
to comfort the girl.

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Hagrid, who took an immediate liking to shy redhead, choose to take
Willow across the lake so that she could have the full experience of
arriving at Hogwarts for the first time. The castle loomed
majestically on top of the cliffs as the stars hung like tiny
sparkling diamonds in the sky. The lake mirrored the starry night sky
giving the illusion that they were surrounded by bright twinkling
stars that seem to go on forever. It was truly a magical sight that
left Willow feeling overwhelmed and small among all those stars. Then
she suddenly came to realize how truly insignificant she was in the
grand scope of things and it was comforting to know that the universe
was much bigger than her, that the world did not revolve around her
small little town and there was a world beyond the Hellmouth and the
dark things that thrived there. The weight of the world no longer
seemed to rest on her tiny little shoulders because there just had to
be something bigger and greater out there for all this to be.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt
of in your philosophy," whispered Willow dreamily.

"What's that lass" asked the half giant curiously.

"Oh… that's just a line from a muggle play, but I thought it was kind
of fitting, you know," said Willow thoughtfully.

Hagrid looked up into the starry night sky, the same sky he had seen
over a hundred times before since he started taking students across
the lake to Hogwarts.

"Yes…young lass. I think so," agreed Hagrid solemnly.

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Once Willow was settled in her room Hagrid took Willow to the
Headmaster's office. It took them a while to get there because Willow
kept wandering off, unintentionally of course. She was a curious
little thing and often than not something will catch her eye causing
the redhead to become so distracted that she would loose track of the
half giant as he turned a corner. Willow was simply fascinated by how
the paintings were able to move and talk. It was after the fifth time
that Hagrid, to his great amusement, found Willow talking adamantly to
a portrait that the half giant decided more drastic measures were
needed to keep track of the girl.

It was with that decision that Hagrid reached out and grabbed Willow's
small dainty hand, much to her annoyance. His large hand seemed to
swallow Willow's as his fingers wrapped around her wrist. His grip was
surprisingly gentle and Willow stumbled along desperately trying to
keep up with Hagrid's huge strides as he pulled her along the hallway
by her hand. Willow felt like a toddler being guided along by the
hand and her face turned red in embarrassment. She was sixteen years
old and perfectly capable of walking by herself. But apparently Hagrid
didn't agree. It only took them a few moments to reach the
Headmaster's office after that.

The Headmaster's office was large but cozy. A fire was roaring in the
fireplace. Every shelf and surface was covered in books and
knickknacks, some of which Willow recognized and others she had no
clue what they were. An old man with a long white beard and a pointy
hat was seated behind an antique oak desk and standing next to him was
a stern looking woman.

If Willow had any preconception of what a wizard should look like the
man that sat before her was the embodiment of those preconceptions.
His long hair and beard had turned white with age and Willow was sure
that if the wizard was standing his beard would have touched the
floor. He wore dark blue robes with star constellations that seemed
to twinkle against the dark fabric. Willow could have sworn that she
saw a shooting star shoot across his robes but that was probably her
imagination. A tall pointy hat with a crescent moon on the front
completed the outfit.

The woman looked old but not as old as the man, maybe around sixty.
There was a few grey strands in her dark brown hair that was drawn
tightly from her face into a sever bun. She had a very sever face and
a pointy nose. She looked like she could be someone's grandmother.

"Please take a seat Ms. Rosenberg. Lemon drop?" offered the wizard
with a warm smile on his face.

Willow nervously smoothed the wrinkles from her robes as she lowered
herself into the cushion chair. "Thank you," said Willow quietly as
she took a piece of candy from the proffered dish.

"I delighted to finally meet you. Severus's reports have been most
fascinating. Tell me, is it true that you fight along with the
Slayer," asked the Dumbledore with a twinkle in eye.

"Not exactly, Buffy usually do most of the fighting, while we
research," answered Willow modesty.

"But wasn't it you that performed the soul restoration spell, a very
powerful spell may I add, and than help hunt vampires when the slayer
disappeared," argued Dumbledore.

Willow tightened her hands into a fist and took a deep shaky breath,
"W…We weren't Buffy…and as for the spell…what good did it do. It
still wasn't enough to save Angel," said Willow sadly.

Dumbledore eyes soften in sympathy. The poor girl had been through a
lot these past few months. "I'm sorry child. I shouldn't have pushed.
Please forgive an old man for his lack of tack," offered the
Headmaster as he patted the back of Willow's hand apologetically.
Willow nodded and swallowed hard in an effort to rein in her emotions.

"Allow me to introduce myself properly. I'm Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster of Hogwarts and this is Professor Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress. Professor McGonagall also teaches
transfiguration and she along with Professor Snape will be tutoring
you during the remainder of the summer."

It was than that the older woman spoke. "There will be a lot of ground
work to complete before the term starts to get you caught up or at
least to a proficient level. Now let see what you can do," said
Professor McGonagall as she place a small button on desk.

"Try transfiguring that button into a beetle," directed Minerva.

Willow had studied this spell on the train and it seemed simple
enough. She pulled out her wand and waved it over the button while
saying the proper incantation. Nothing happened. Willow frowned and
did the spell again being sure to swish rather than wave her wand.
There was a popping noise and the tip of the wand fizzled but the
button remained as it was.

"I don't understand. I did everything right," moaned Willow in
disappointment.

"Well you just need...more practice dear, remember this is all new to
you," encouraged the Professor who mentally sighed with resignation.
Judging from what she had seen Willow will need a lot of work if she
planned to join the fifth years in the fall.

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Sometimes Love Is Not Enough 8/? BtVS/HP Rated: R


It soon came apparent that Willow was having trouble with her lessons,
which was very frustrating for her because she had always been an
excellent student and things usually came easy to her. Her problems
derived from the fact that Willow had develop her powers at such a
late age. She was use to seeing the world through muggle eyes. She
couldn't grasp the basic concepts of Magic. Willow had the annoying
habit of asking how things work as if they can be explain by the
describing the mere mechanics of it. How Muggle. Her difficulties of
understanding the very basics of magic that even a first year would
understand was very discouraging and left Willow feeling like a failure.

"Maybe this was a mistake. I can't seem to do anything right," sighed
Willow sadly.

Snape stopped writing in mid sentence on the board and turned around
to face Willow. One single dark eyebrow rose at the redhead's
exclamation. He came from the front of the classroom, around the table
and sat in the stool next to Willow. "Nonsense you have already proven
you have the power. All you need to learn is focus. You will master
it eventually," offered Snape sincerely. Snape never realized that he
could be so patient. He had never shown a student such leniency. But
it was obvious that the girl was trying and he couldn't fault her for
her lack of training. The child was obviously intelligent and he was
confident that with time she would eventually get it.

"I hope you right professor," said Willow doubtfully.

"Oh course I'm right. Now when you're finish feeling sorry for
yourself maybe we can try this again," said Snape finally as he rose
gracefully from his seat.

With look of determination Willow straighten her shoulders and wrapped
her fingers tightly around her wand in ready. "Yes Sir," said Willow
in determination. She was going to do this even if it killed her.

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Willow had thrown herself into her lessons with enough zeal that would
rival Hogwarts' most conscience student. It was a noble effort but
despite all her hard work Willow was showing very little improvement.
It was like seeing Algebra for the first time. You either got it or
you don't. But once you did, it made perfect sense. Sure Willow could
annunciate the proper incantation and follow instructions to near
perfection but she was just going through the motion and often times
than not her spells would fizzle out before producing the correct
results. Neither Snape nor McGonagall had the time or patience to
offer Willow the personal attention that she needed. So with that
thought in mind Dumbledore came to the conclusion the Willow needed a
tutor.

It was for that very reason that Snape found himself in Headmaster's
office one late afternoon.

"It is clear that the child needs more help than you or Minerva can
provide at the moment," said Dumbledore thoughtfully as he leaned back
into his comfortable arm chair next to the fireplace.

Snape stood stoically across the headmaster with his hands clasped
behind his back. "I'm sure I'll be able to find some way to free up
some additional time to assist Ms. Rosenberg in her studies," offered
Snape sincerely.

Dumbledore looked up at the Potion Master knowingly. He had seen how
attached Severus had become to the girl. Before Ms. Rosenberg arrived
at Hogwarts Dumbledore feared that all those years of working as a spy
had permanently harden Severus's heart. It was a refreshing sight to
see Severus finally opening up to someone. Somehow Ms. Rosenberg had
stirred some fraternal instinct in Snape and he truly thought it would
do the professor some good. "Severus that is very generous of you but
between preparing for classes and Order business you cannot possibly
provide the additional amount of tutelage Ms. Rosenberg will need to
catch up."

"Then what do you suggest Albus? You cannot possible be considering
sending her back to that hellhole," asked Severus angrily as he began
to pace the length of the room.

"Of course not. That is not even an option. I suggest that Ms.
Rosenberg needs a tutor, one that can give her the personal attention
that she needs," responded Dumbledore calmly.

Snape stopped pacing and stared at the fire in contemplatively. "A
tutor. Hmm… that may work. Who do you have in mind?"

`Mr. Mafloy," said the headmaster simply.

Severus's head snapped up at the Headmaster's response. "Mafloy! Draco
Mafloy! You can't be serious?!" cried Severus in disbelief.

"Oh course. Mr. Mafloy is an excellent student and he is the only
student available at the moment," argued the Headmaster and Snape
could have sworn that Dumbledore eyes twinkled with mirth.

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Draco Mafloy stomped angrily down the hall towards the dungeon. He
was furious. He couldn't believe that he had to cut his holiday short
just because some muggleborn `wannabe' witch was having trouble with
magic. Bloody Hell what did they expect from a mudblood, of course
they would have trouble with magic. Draco didn't understand why they
allowed those sort of people into Hogwarts in the first place. None
of them had any real aptitude for magic anyway, well except for
Granger but she was a freak. He was having a perfectly smashing
summer until that old geezer, Dumbledore, sent word to his father
requesting his assistant in tutoring a new student. At first Draco
refused but his father `strongly' suggested that he accept the
position. Damn him!

What Draco had conveniently forgotten was that he was also having
difficulties with his studies, well to be specific in muggle studies.
His father and the headmaster had agreed to this arrangement as a
means for him to make up the work and remain Perfect this year. Draco
was a superb student and excelled in all his classes accept for muggle
studies. The Slytherin Prince just couldn't understand why he, a
pureblood, would need to study the muggle world. Draco simply had no
interest in the subject.

Draco's mental rant was interrupted by the sound of a young woman
yelling. The sound drew him to the Potion classroom. Draco took in a
quick intake of breath when he caught first sight of the most gorgeous
creature he had ever seen. She was absolutely beautiful. The girl was
petite almost tiny. Her long black school robes stopped just past her
knees and swished ever so slightly about her shapely bare legs. Her
porcelain white skin was flawless except for a few faint freckles that
dotted across her cheek. Her long copper red hair fell past her
shoulders down the small of her back and seemed to shimmer in the dark
gloomy dungeon. She had a heart shape face, a perky nose and thin
pink lips that were press tightly together in frustration. Her cheeks
were flushed and her brow was creased in concentration. And her
eyes…they were amazing. Her large emerald green eyes that at the
moment were gleaming with anger sparkled like precious jewels. She
looked ravishing. And Draco decided right than and there that the girl
looked absolutely gorgeous when she was angry.

Draco took a moment to rein in his hormones. Even though the girl was
undeniably beautiful she was still a mudblood, nothing to get too
excited over. Even if he was interested in pursuing the girl nothing
could come of it. He was a pureblood and she was a mudblood. They had
absolutely nothing in common.

"Arrrgh...I don't understand why won't it work," yelled Willow in
frustration.

"It not something you can learn really. You either have it or you
don't," interjected Draco as he strolled gracefully into the room.

Willow looked up from the spell she was practicing in surprise. She
had been so focus in her lesson she hadn't notice anyone entered the
room. Willow almost swooned when her eyes fell on the strange boy. He
was quite handsome. He carried himself as if he was royalty. His
tailored black and green trimmed robes were immaculate. His complexion
was fair with cold gray eyes and a pale, pointed face. His hair was
shockingly white like Spike's except his was straight while the
vampire's was curly. An arrogant smirk was plastered on his handsome
face that projected an air of confidence and pride.

"What do you mean?" asked Willow suspiciously.

"How can they aspect a muggleborn to understand the fine art of Magic.
Magic runs in the blood, you see. If you think about it mudbloods are
no better than muggles, inferior blood runs through your veins.
Purebloods are far more superior. Your kind was built more for manual
labor then magic. You people have no talent for it really," smirked
Draco arrogantly.

Willow bristle at his words. "Oh is that so," said Willow angrily.
How dare he! He didn't even know her! They had spoken for less than
five minutes and already he had the gall to judge her! Draco Mafloy
was nothing but a prejudice little snot and that was all to it. Well
she was going to set him straight once and for all. Willow had enough
of the Cordelia Chases in the world and she refused to be bullied
around by another one.

"But of course you wouldn't know anything about that," said Willow
offhandedly.

"What's that mudblood," sneered Draco menacely.

"You're use to things coming easy to you either by magic or by other
means. I even bet you have a rich Daddy somewhere who buys you
everything that you ever wanted. You never had to work for anything
in your life. What… do you pay someone to wipe your ass for you too?
We don't want to get your pretty little hands dirty, wouldn't we,
PRINCESS. Yeah…you wouldn't last one day in the muggle world. You're
too weak. You never had to stand on your own two feet before. I bet
if you ever had to face real adversity you would crumble without even
a fight," said Willow vehemently. She gave herself a mental pat on the
back; she didn't know she could sound so bitchy.

Willow had struck a nerve. Draco never did like the fact that his
father bought his way onto the Quidditch team. He was the second best
seeker in the whole school next to freaking' Harry Potter, the
constant thorn in his side. He had earned the position of seeker
himself, but he had always wondered how much was due to his own skill
and how much was due to who his father was. "You're wrong! You don't
even know me!" shouted Draco a little too defensively.

"EXACTLY. I don't know anything about you, at least not enough to make
any judgments. So next time think twice before you assume things about
people," said Willow finally before she turned and left the room in a
flourish, that would make Snape proud, with her head held high leaving
a very stunned Draco behind.

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Sometimes Love Is Not Enough 9/? BtVS/HP Rated: R



Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is
a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up."
- James Baldwin


It had been over a week since Draco started tutoring Willow and now
that Draco was helping Willow with her studies Professor McGonagall
and Professor Snape were free to deal with other matters that required
their attention. Occasionally Snape would dropped by to check on them
but majority of the time they were left alone without supervision.
Despite the mutual attraction they harbored for one another Draco and
Willow did nothing but fight during their daily tutoring sessions.
Draco found the redhead argumentative and stubborn while Willow found
the blond
Slytherin arrogant and pretentious.

Willow was sitting in the dungeon classroom with a large spell book
opened in front of her looking at Draco as if he had grown a second
head. "That's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard," said Willow
pointedly. Willow knew that Draco was smart but sometimes he would say
the stupidest things that made her questioned his intelligence.

"It's true. You can ask anyone," said Draco earnestly.

"Werewolves do not eat their young," replied Willow dryly.

"Well what would a muggle-born know about it anyway," challenged Draco
smugly.

"I happen to know a werewolf and I consider him one of my friends,"
countered Willow.

"Bloody Hell! You actually associate with one of them. Merlin I
thought muggles were bad enough, but you consort with the half-breeds
too," yelled Draco in shock. He had never met anyone who was willing
to admit they actually knew a werewolf no less being friends with one.
Willow Rosenberg was one strange bird and Draco was beginning to
realize that she wasn't just some ordinary muggle-born witch.

"God Mafloy does everything have to be about breeding. People aren't
dogs you know," cried Willow in outrage.

"It matters if you're anyone of importance," said Draco smugly as he
crossed his arms over his chest.

"You are such a snob," yelled Willow in frustration. Willow didn't
know what about Draco that made her so angry. She never got this mad
over Cordelia and the cheerleader had taunted her for years. There
was just something about Draco Mafloy that seemed to rub her the wrong
way.

"Mutt," shouted Draco as he unfolded his arms and allowed them to fall
to his side with his hands clench in a tight fist.

Willow shot up from her seat and placed her hands on her hips.
"Inbred," shouted Willow angrily.

Draco's eyes narrowed and he leaned in until the tip of his nose was
mere inches from Willow's flush face. "Mudblood," sneered Draco
vehemently.

Willow's hand moved before she realized it and her palm made a loud
cracking sound against the side of Draco's face leaving a large red
hand print on his pale cheek.

Draco's eyes widen in shock as he held his hand over his sore cheek
but it didn't took him long to recover from the blow and his eyes
narrowed in rage as he slowly stood up from his seat. "Why you little
b…," snarled Draco furiously.

"Enough!" shouted Snape as he entered the classroom. Severus had
overheard the whole confrontation and decided to interfere before the
situation got out of hand.

"Ms. Rosenberg, go to your room!" shouted Snape angrily.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to," cried Willow pitifully. She really
didn't mean to hit Draco, it just happened. She didn't even know what
mudblood mean but the way Draco had said it as if she was nothing but
dirt made Willow's blood boil and she just snapped.

"Leave now!" yelled Snape sternly.

Willow startled at the harsh tone in the professor's voice. She had
never seen him this angry before. Willow gathered her things quickly
and left the room quietly giving Snape feeble glances all the way to
the door.

Draco smirked at Willow's pained face as she left the room. It was
about time Snape showed the girl her place.

"Mr. Mafloy what exactly is your problem?" asked the professor harshly
with a hard look on his face.

"Excuse me?" asked Draco in confusion. "She's the one who hit me,"
whined Draco innocently.

"Ms. Rosenberg wouldn't have retaliated if you didn't provoke her,"
replied Snape confidently. He had no doubt that Willow wouldn't have
strike Draco unless he deserved it and to be honest Snape derived some
level of pleasure watching the little redhead smack some sense into
the arrogant boy, something he wanted to do for a long time now.

Draco was shocked that Professor Snape would take a mudblood's side
over his. "But…but she hit me!" cried Draco in outrage.

"Oh do shut up Mr. Mafloy. It wasn't that bad. The way you're
carrying on you would have thought the girl tried to murder you. Show
some backbone boy," said Snape harshly.

"I demand that she be punish and if you won't do it I'll go to my
father and have her expelled," threaten Draco.

"Is that a threat Mr. Mafloy," sneered Professor Snape. Draco
swallowed hard as he caught the gleam in the professor's black eyes.
"Your father may be a powerful and influential figure in the Wizardry
World but behind these castle walls I carry far more weight than him.
As long as you reside in Hogwarts you are mine Mr. Mafloy and mark my
words if Ms. Rosenberg fails so do you," vowed Snape as he let each
word drip with malice from his tongue.

"Do you understand me Mr. Mafloy?" asked Snape sternly.

"Yes sir," scowled Draco bitterly.

"I can't hear you?" clipped Snape.

"Yes sir," repeated Draco loudly.

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Draco sulked in his room for the rest of the day before he finally
decided to venture out and face the redhead. He knew that Willow had
won the last argument but he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction
of thinking he was afraid to face her. He might as well get it over
with and bare humiliation that was sure to come.

"Darn it!" yelled Willow in frustration.

"Having some trouble Rosenberg. I see things are going as usual,"
smirked Draco as he strolled into the classroom.

Willow sighed. "Look Draco I'm sorry for hitting you and for what I
said…well maybe not for everything I said, because some of it was
true. But I shouldn't have hit you. It was wrong and I'm truly sorry
for hurting you," apologized Willow sincerely.

Draco was shocked by Willow's sincere apology. He was not expecting
that from the fiery redhead. Snape had taken Willow's side and she
had won. If it was him he would be rubbing it in her face by now.
Draco narrowed his eyes at Willow suspiciously trying to gauge if this
was some sort of a trap to get him to lower his guard. But all he
could see was genuine regret and remorse in her emerald green eyes.
She was silently pleading him to forgive her leaving herself
completely vulnerable to him and it touched him far more than he
thought it should.

Draco cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well…I guess we can call a truce
for now," offered Draco hesitantly.

Willow beamed at him causing Draco to swallow nervously. "Truce,"
agreed Willow happily and she offered him her hand.

Draco looked at it warily as if he was deciding if it was safe before
he finally took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "Truce," agreed Draco.

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"Levitation," shouted Willow loudly as she waved her wand over a large
white feather lying in front of her on a large wooden table. The
redhead glared angrily at the feather that seemed to be mocking her by
continuing to lie motionlessly on the smooth table's surface.

"You're doing it wrong," singsong Draco as he leaned causally against
the wall on the far side of the room.

"Shh. I'm trying to concentrate," hushed Willow as she closed her eyes
tightly. "Le…vi...ta…tion," pronounced Willow painfully slow, drawing
out each syllable a second longer than normal.

"Oh yeah, that will work," snorted Draco sarcastically as he pushed
himself away from the wall and sauntered gracefully across the room
until he was peering over Willow's shoulder. He had promise Professor
Snape that he would help Willow but Snape never said that he had to be
nice about it. The truth was that Draco got a perverse sense of
pleasure in aggravating the fiery redhead. He found himself doing the
most obtuse things just to see her big bright green eyes flash in
anger, her cheeks flush and nostril flair with frustration. Merlin she
was beautiful. He would imagine that's what she would look like in the
moment of passion and those images fueled his hormonal teenage boy's
fantasies of the redheaded mudblood.

"Shut up," hissed Willow under her breath.

Draco stood there in smug silence as Willow did the spell incorrectly
for the third time in a row.

"Why don't you try waving your wand back and forth real fast and just
maybe you could create enough wind current to float the feather off
the table," snorted Draco in amusement.

"If you don't shut up, I'll levitation this feather right up your a…"
yelled Willow angrily but her threat was caught short when suddenly
the feather began to float.

"But…but how?!" cried Willow in disbelief.

"Like I'm always telling you Rosenberg it's not so important how you
do it, then how much you want to do it. You had the mechanics down
but you lacked the will. Magic isn't just words. It's about intention,
focus and power. If you can remember that you won't have any
problems," smirked Draco.

"It worked. It worked!" shouted Willow in glee as she bounced up and
down in excitement. Then she flung herself at Draco and hugged him
fiercely.

Draco stood there in shock for a moment before he wrapped his arm
about Willow's small waist, closed his eyes and allowed himself to
enjoy the feeling of Willow's warm body against his.

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A week later…

Willow's magic improved by leaps and bounds. The girl's power
increased at a frightful rate. The floodgates had open and Willow
absorbed spells like a sponge now that she understood how they worked.
There wasn't a doubt in anyone's mind that Willow will be ready to
join the fifth years when school began in a month.

Unfortunately her relationship with Draco didn't fair as well. In fact
it seemed to get worse. Draco and Willow bickered back and forth as
if they were old enemies until they both was red in the face from
yelling at each other. Draco found the girl infuriating. She
challenged every barb, insult and slur he threw her way. No one had
ever gave him this much trouble. Instead of insulting him or ignoring
him Willow would get right in his face and demand evidence to prove
his position. If he failed to do so to her satisfaction Willow would
dismiss the comment and promptly informed him that he was full of it.

Draco had found himself actually having to be careful of what he said
around the girl for fear that Willow would prove him wrong, which
seemed to happened more often for his liking. It was annoying as hell.
Draco didn't like to be wrong. He wasn't use to having to explain
himself. People usually just accepted what he said as fact and move
on. Everyone knew that purebloods were superior. He was just the only
one with enough guts to say it out loud. Why should he be the one to
explain that to the stupid girl?

Once again Draco found himself trying to convey that very concept to
the stubborn redhead during one of their impromptu `lessons' of the
Wizardry World. Draco was just about to explain the importance of
ancestry when Willow so rudely interrupted him in mid rant. Apparently
Willow had decided the subject wasn't worth pursuing.

"Yada yada yada. I don't care Draco," said Willow dismissively.

"Someone should teach you some manners Mudblood," sneered Draco.

"I would like to see you try," challenged Willow as she glared
definitely at him.

Something flared inside Draco and he grabbed Willow's forearm in a
painful grip. How dare she talked to him that way! Didn't she know who
he was? He was the Slytherin Prince, heir to the Mafloy throne and
someone to be feared and not ignored.

Willow struggled in his iron tight grasp. "Get your fucking hands off
of me Draco before I hex them off," threaten Willow.

"My, my what a dirty little mouth you have there. I'm sure we can find
a better use for that sharp tongue of yours," said Draco seductively.

"W…what," squeaked Willow.

Draco almost howled in delight as Willow began to stutter and blush.
He had finally found the Achilles' heel in thw mudblood's armor,
something that would finally shut her up. If he couldn't intimidate
her or insult her maybe he could embarrass her. It seemed that little
Miss Rosenberg couldn't handle sexual innuendo so Draco turned up the
Mafloy charm a notch and went for the kill.

"Is there something wrong Rosenberg? You look a little flushed,"
purred Draco as brought their bodies closer together until he could
practically feel her body heat through her robes.

"Um…um…I'm fine," stammered Willow as a light blush spread across her
cheeks.

"You're sure you look kind of `hot' to me. May we should lay down a
bit," whispered Draco huskily.

"Hmm…Yeah," moaned Willow distractedly as Draco pressed the full
length of his body against her. "I mean no!" yelled Willow quickly as
she pushed lamely against Draco's chest.

Draco soon began to see the flaw in his plan. Apparently he was just
as affected by their interaction as she was. Who knew that Rosenberg
could blush so prettily and that moan almost did him in. He was in
real trouble. This was just too much like his fantasies for comfort
and he could feel himself becoming aroused as she wriggled against his
body. Draco wanted her so badly and if he didn't do something quick
he was going to embarrass himself. But Draco just couldn't seem to pry
himself away from her warm soft body and he did the most stupid thing
he could ever do. He caved into his desires and kissed her.

Willow's eyes widen in surprise when she felt Draco's lips press
against her, and then she sighed as they closed in languid ecstasy.

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