Meeting The Maid.

Willow walked up the steps to the large house that she would be living in for awhile. She wasn’t sure how long her employer would keep her for. She was hoping that this Harry Potter fellow was kind and didn’t judge her from her past. She got to the door and rang the bell. When the door opened, the lady who had interviewed her was there. She told her to come inside. Willow stepped into the house and looked around. Oh my goodness, this was big! Willow was lead into a small room off the side of the main hall. There sat, in a wheelchair, her employer. He was younger than she had first assumed. He looked about her age, maybe a few years older. Willow smiled hesitantly.
Harry was utterly astonished! No one told him his maid was absolutely gorgeous! She was a vision of beauty! Harry smiled back, his eyes sparkling at the thought of having this woman in his house 24/7. Harry swore he almost wet himself when she let out a full smile and spoke, the hesitance leaving her voice because of his smile. ~ She has the most amazing voice! ~ Harry wasn’t sure which was worse; the fact that she almost ended the world, or that she could never love him.
Willow didn’t know what to think when she saw him. When he smiled, she knew that it was going to be okay. AMAZING GRACE! HOW SWEET HIS SMILE! ~He has the most AMAZING smile I’ve ever seen!!~ Willow smiled back at him, the corners of her mouth reaching up to her cheekbones. Then she spoke. “I can’t thank you enough for letting me work for you. This past month has been so hard.”
Her words filled Harry with both happiness and sorrow because of her sad past. Harry replied. “No, thank you, the idea of never being able to walk again makes me cringe. I am going to need all the help I can get. As for your terrible month, it will get better.”
Hermionie took Willow’s hand and guided her to her room. Willow gasped when she saw it. It looked just like the room she had shared with Tara before her death. Willow felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as she thanked her. When she asked what was wrong, Willow explained in four simple words. “Brings back bad memories.” Willow walked over to the closet. She half expected to see Tara’s clothes when she opened it. Willow opened the closet and screamed. Hanging on a bloodstained hanger was the shirt Willow was wearing on the day of Tara’s death. Willow ran out of the room sobbing. She left a very confused Hermionie Granger staring at an empty closet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE AFTERMATH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermionie ran out after her and found her huddled in the bathroom rocking back and forth. She sat down next to her and hugged her while whispering comforting words in her ear. She slowly picked Willow up and took her to a different room. “You can stay in this room, Willow” She left Willow to her room and went to talk to Harry.
“I don’t know what happened, she was looking like she had just seen you-know-who!! It was before she opened the closet that she said the room brought back bad memories. Maybe we should ask Draco, he is the expert on this kind of thing. Im not sure what happened, but it doesn’t sound good.” Hermionie and Harry were discussing what had happened earlier in the room. Hermionie wasn’t sure what was going on. Willow had walked into the room and started to cry. Then she looked in the closet and screamed. She ran out of the room screaming. But there was nothing in the closet. She had screamed at nothing. Hermionie thought she would ask her later what she had seen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~WILLOW’S POV AGAIN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I’m sure I didn’t see it. I had to be hallucinating. Oh goddess. My shirt. I could have sworn I burned it. Bad bad memories. Oh goddess. Now, think of happy thoughts. He is not a happy thought. Please don’t think that thought!! Oh goddess. Tara. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to like him. Oh goddess.
His smile isn’t even half as good as yours baby. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean it. I love you so much. Oh goddess. Please. So sorry.