Witch Meets Wizard

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Buffy or Angel world or any part of the Harry Potter one.

Ok for people who have read my other works you should realize this story seems familiar, I origionally started it and posted it as an Oliver Willow but as it progressed the story seemed to want to be Willow/Spike so here you go. The new and improved version of Witch Meets Wizard.
I've changed it around so it's smoother and there is now a definite timeline. The end of Season Five for Buffy. For reasons in the next chapter, around Season two for Angel, and after the third book for Harry Potter.



Willow stood outside on the porch at her parent’s house looking down the street. It was over, they’d defeated Adam, they’d all made it out alive and it was time for a break. A long break if Willow had anything to say about it. She was going to spend the summer with her Aunt and Uncle in England. They were who she thought of as her real family. Her Aunt and Uncle had always been there, unlike Ira and Shelia.

All though she got to spend little time with them, usually just the summer, and sometimes the holidays, she knew them better than her parents. She hadn’t seen them in two years, last summer they went to Egypt and this Christmas her parents actually decided to visit for the holidays. She jiggled her foot without realizing it because she was nervous and she was wondering how they were going to come pick her up.

All of a sudden she heard a loud noise coming from above her. She hoped it wouldn’t wake Spike, he was just getting to the point where he could sleep normally and she didn’t want to disturb him. She felt bad about leaving him at a time like this but Giles promised to stop by and make sure he was doing all right.

He’d moved in with her after the Adam thing and well the soul thing. She’d given him his soul. It was the only logical way to stop the pain of what the Initiative had done to him. She didn’t have the means to get rid of the chip but she hoped that if she gave him his soul, and he no longer had the desire to feed off of humans, then the chip wouldn’t bother him. It was hard and he hated it at first, she felt sure he blamed her. But he insisted that he didn’t. For the first week he did nothing but apologize to her and the others for the things he’d done and he was more surprised than any of them when Willow offered to let him stay with her.

She turned her head up just in time to see a giant car flying toward her and stopping in front of her. She smiled at the red haired twins who greeted her. “Hey Willow.” One of them said.

“Hey George, Fred.” She put her bag in the car and got in. “You know how to arrive in style.”

“What can we say?” Fred, she knew, even though his sweater had a G on it. “We like to make an entrance.” He started the car again and drove off.

“How’s school.” She asked them.

”Same old stuff really.” George turned to her.

“Still planning on opening your joke shop?” She asked.

“Of course.” Fred turned to her. “So what could you possibly do for fun in the Muggle world?”

“Averting apocalypse after apocalypse, so that you can be free to open your joke shop.” She smiled.

“So you’re still hanging out with that Slayer?” George asked as they drove over the ocean.

“Yeah, still fighting that evil.” She yawned.

“You’d better sleep, it’ll be a while.” Fred assured her.

She nodded her head and started to doze, leaving her other world away and preparing for her most interesting summer with her family.

She woke up the next morning and checked her clock. It was seven after ten. She looked around and noticed she was in a bed. Fred or George must have carried her in. She got out of bed and showered quickly and walked in the kitchen. Her aunt was busy cleaning up. “You’re awake, you looked so tired, I told everyone to leave you alone.” She hugged her.

“I shouldn’t have slept so late, I’m sorry.” She was used to about four hours of sleep every night; it must have caught up to her.

“Are you hungry?” She asked.

“No.” Willow shook her head. “I would like a cup of tea however.”

Her aunt smiled and poured her a cup. Good thing about England, tea was always ready. She smiled and took a sip. “I’m gonna go sit outside.”

“Sure thing.” Her aunt said absentmindedly.

She found a seat in the shade of the awning and sipped her tea while enjoying the scene above her. Fred, George, Ginny and Ron were soaring through the air on brooms. She laughed a little inside thinking of how Buffy and Xander made fun of her when she finally came clean about this Wizarding world.

Sure Buffy was the Slayer and they fought Vampires and demons but in their junior year, when Willow had first started showing Buffy and Xander her magic and Giles had questioned how adept she seemed to be at the whole thing, she had to come clean. Xander didn’t take it well at first, obviously he was upset that she’d known about this whole other world and never told him anything but then it was more of bitterness when he realized that he truly was just a human boy helping out a slayer and a witch.

Buffy had laughed at her, thinking that Willow was pulling her leg, thinking there couldn’t possibly be schools to learn magic, witches who used wands and broomsticks and another hidden world from society that the slayer didn’t know about.

Giles didn’t seem surprised about anything except if Willow knew about it, if Willow had family in that Wizarding world, why wasn’t she at one of the schools? He spent months researching and finally found out that because of her growing up on the hellmouth her magic was a mutated version of theirs, completely wand less, based on earth magic of the gypsies and therefore not suitable for the Ministry to regulate or even worry about for that matter. Apparently the Ministry believed that the Gypsy magic, earth magic, was a primitive form that dabblers used and wasn’t refined enough to be any real threat or even any real magic at all.

They were ok with it now; having a few years to realize that obviously anything was possible. They still didn’t believe her about the brooms and she had to promise that she would take one of the magical moving pictures she’d told them about and bring it home with her.

She suddenly noticed that there were two extra brooms in the air and counted on her fingers the Weasley children. Either Charlie and Bill were home for the summer or the twins had friends over. She shook her head out of her musings long enough to duck just as bludger flew past her and through the kitchen window. Six brooms landed in a hurry as Ms. Weasley stuck her head out of the door.

“I’ve told you to watch what you’re doing. You could have killed your cousin.” She looked at Willow and softened a bit. “So sorry dear. But boys what can you do?”

“Hey?” Ginny said dismounting her broom.

“Right, sorry Ginny, lunch is ready in ten for whoever’s hungry.” She stuck her head back in the kitchen and Ginny came running and flung herself at Willow.

“I’ve missed you so, why didn’t you come for Christmas?” Ginny asked pulling away.

“Ira and Shelia were actually in town this year; we had a very uncomfortable Chanukah.” Willow explained.

“Little Willow.” Charlie picked her up and spun her around.

“I was hoping it was you two up there.” She said letting go of Charlie to hug Bill. “I haven’t seen hide nor hair of you in ages.”

“We’ve come home for the summer, very exciting things happening at school this term.” Bill said winking at Willow.

“Come on, you can’t keep saying things like that and not telling us what you mean.” George complained well naturedly.

“Sorry little brother, sworn to secrecy.” Charlie made a motion as if he was zipping up his mouth and locking it.

“If you don’t clean up, you aren’t eating.” Ms. Weasley screamed through the window.
“Right.” Fred and George bound in the house followed by Ginny.

“What I don’t get a hug, are you at that age yet or something?” Willow asked Ron.

“Sorry.” He blushed and gave her a small hug. “I’m really glad you’re here but I’ve got to get to the table or else Fred and George will have eaten everything.” He ran past her in the house and she laughed.

“So can you tell me what’s going on at school?” Willow asked both of the eldest Weasleys.

“Are you kidding? Fred and George have you wrapped around their little fingers.” Charlie laughed. “We tell you and they’ll know before pudding.”

“I resent that.” Willow pretended to pout but in reality he was telling the truth. Fred and George could get anything out of her when ever they wanted.

“We’ve got to get going. Secret business and all.” Charlie kissed his mother on the cheek and then Bill did the same. They walked to the door and vanished.

Willow sat at the table and grabbed a sandwich for her and noticed Fred and George falling down the stairs and grabbed another one setting it in her lap. By the time Ron got down there was nothing left on the table? “Sorry little brother.” Fred said with his mouth full.

“You snooze you loose.” George added.

Willow smiled and placed the extra sandwich on his plate winking at him. “Thanks.” He blushed and Willow nudged him in the shoulder.

“So Harry hasn’t written back yet.” Ron said with his mouth full to his mother. “I know those muggles, they won’t let him come, and we’ll have to go get him.’

“Not by yourself you won’t.” She scolded him.
“But mum.” Ron whined. “We can’t let him stay there.”

“I can do it.” Willow volunteered. “Well I can help. Supervise you know, make sure they don’t cause trouble.”

Ms. Weasley looked at her critically for a second and then nodded her approval. “Fine then.” She said sighing. “Don’t see what it could hurt.”

Willow smiled trying to come up with something as she ate her lunch. She’d met Harry two years earlier when Fred and George had been grounded because of the flying car trick. He was a good kid in a bad situation and she would do anything to help him.


“We’ll need a plan.” Fred thought for a minute. “They hate anything having to do with magic.”

“I’ve got it.” Willow smiled and ran into her room. Fred, George, Ginny and Ron followed suit. They found her going through her suitcase.

“What are you doing?”

“Fred. Go see if your mother has a suit jacket.” He didn’t question again he just walked out of the room. “Someone conjure me up a pair of glasses.”

George walked out of the room and Ginny sat on the bed amused. “What are you doing?”

“It’s part of the plan.” She smiled and walked to the bathroom. When she came out she was wearing a skirt that went down to the ground and a tight white T-shirt. She was pulling her hair up into a tight bun. “Hand me those pins.” She pointed to a bag in her suitcase with bobby pins in it.

Ron handed them to her and she used them to hold the bun up. Fred and George came back with the glasses and suit jacket and she put both of them on. “How do I look?”

“Like a prison warden.” Fred was trying hard not to laugh.

“Good.” She slipped on some shoes. “Let’s go.”

“Are you letting us in on this plan?” George asked.

“It’s simple really.” She smiled. “When I give you the signal...you guys sneak in and grab his stuff. I’ll take care of Harry.”

“How are we going to get there?” Ginny asked.

“I’ll take care of that.” She pulled out a card from her wallet.

Pretty soon they were coasting along the highway in their newly rented car. “Let me get this straight...you stole a credit card from The Council of Watchers.” George laughed.

“Not exactly stole...Giles gave me a copy of the card to use to charge all my magic supplies.” She shrugged.

“This isn’t magic.” Fred pointed out.

“No but he said I could use it in emergencies and this is an emergency.” She followed the directions and pulled up in front of number four Privet drive. “All right. I’ll send Harry out to get you guys and then you come in and get his stuff.” She walked up the drive and knocked on the door.

“Hello may I help you?” A woman answered with a confused look on her face.

“I’m looking for a Petunia Dursley.” She said in her best accent looking at the file in her hand.

“That would be me.” She got a worried look on her face. “Is there some sort of problem?”

Willow flipped out a badge that she had her cousin make up. “I’m with the school system. I’ve been sent here because it occurs to us that one Harry Potter that you have in your custody had not attended a state school for the past two years.”

“Well.” Her face that tensed up at the mention of Harry relaxed. “Come in, yes.” She allowed Willow in the house. “Can I make you some tea?”

“That would be lovely.” Willow sat down at the counter and pretended to look at the house in disgust.

“Pardon the mess, I’m in the middle of cleaning.”

“Of course.” Willow accepted the tea. She saw a head peering around the corner and smiled.

Harry sneaked out of his room as soon as he heard his name at the door. The voice was familiar but he couldn’t tell who it was, Aunt Petunia was blocking his view.
“So you’re here from the state. What can I help you with?”

“Well like I said we understand that Harry has not been attending school.”

“Well I wouldn’t subject him to public school and we weren’t left the money from his parents to send him away so we’ve taken to home schooling the lad.” Petunia made up on the spot.

“I understand this. That’s why we feel he’s become the perfect candidate for a new program. Now I understand that technically Harry is an orphan. The state has for the past couple of years been schooling orphans. It’s all paid for by us you see.” She sipped her tea. “This is delicious.”

“Thank you.” Petunia beamed. “What were you saying?”

“Well we fell that Orphans lack the discipline other children get and we run a tight school. Schedule is our favorite word. The kids have study time, three meals, and exercise time. We have a strict nine o’clock bedtime. I’m afraid however that we don’t allow them to come home on Christmas and Easter holidays. We feel that it takes away their concentration.”

“That sounds wonderful. And you say it’s paid for by the state?” Petunia was beaming.

“Yes, because he’s an orphan we’ll pay for the schooling. Now because Harry’s behind we would want to take him as soon as possible so he could catch up on his studies.”

“Well this is delightful.” Petunia was excited. No more magic schools. They wouldn’t send him home for the holidays. If only they’d keep him over the summer.

“That would be splendid.” Willow smiled. “Is there possibly a way that I could speak to Harry alone? Sort of a preliminary interview so that I could get to know him.”

“I’ll go get him.” Petunia barely stopped herself from running.

Harry retreated to the stairs, intent to get to his room. This wasn’t happening. Some strange woman was taking him away to a school he knew he didn’t want to go to. Petunia caught him on the third step. She grabbed him by the ear and pulled him down. “There is a woman here who is going to take you off our hands and you are going to everything in your power to make her like you or you won’t see day light again for years.”

Harry nodded his head and Petunia pushed him in the room. “Here he is...our Harry.”

“Could I have a moment alone with him please?” Willow asked.

“Yes I’ll go brew another pot of tea.” Petunia ran out to get the tea.

“Harry, I want to ask you a few questions.” She said smiling as she wrote hurriedly on her pad. “It’s just procedure you know.” She passed the pad to him and Harry tuned her out as she tapped her pin on the pad meaning she wanted him to read it. She still looked really familiar but he couldn’t place her.

I’m Willow, Ron’s cousin, we met a few years ago. I came with Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny to get you out. Play along and by this time next month you’ll be at the Quidditch World Cup.

Harry looked up and smiled. He was surprised he didn’t recognize her. He nodded at her and he started listening to the questions.

He answered stupid things like how far he’d gotten in home schooling. A few things about him and what he likes in school. “Wonderful. How soon would you like to get going along then?”

“As soon as possible. Give him time to get settled and the such.” Petunia walked in set down another tray of tea.

“We could give him a day or two to get his things together.”

“My things are together.” Harry piped up and Willow looked at him.

“Well I think that can be arranged.” She tried to think. “Harry there is a clipboard in my car with a sheet of all the things you’ll need. Run along and get it.” Willow winked at him. “I’ll just finish off my tea and explain some things to your aunt.”

Harry nodded and ran out to the car. Fred and George jumped out of the car. “Did it work?” Fred asked.

“Yes, she’s keeping Aunt Petunia occupied so that I can get my things out of my room.” He helped them sneak inside and get the giant trunk out easy enough.

Harry came back a little while later holding a bag. “Now that didn’t take to long.”

“No ma’am.” He smiled and waved goodbye to Aunt Petunia and Willow shook her hand. “I’ll send the papers along soon as we get them drawn up.”

“Wonderful.” Aunt Petunia sighed as the car pulled out of the driveway.

When they’d gotten around the corner Fred, George and Ron started screaming. “We did all that without magic.” Fred seemed surprised.

“Welcome to my world.” She laughed.

“I don’t understand.” Harry said. “Not that I’m not grateful.”

“We hadn’t heard back from you and were starting to get worried, we didn’t want to make your Aunt and Uncle mad any more than they all ready were because of the car thing so we did it the muggle way.”

“Thanks.” Harry blushed.

Willow was sitting outside after dinner that night. Her Aunt had thrown a party in honor of Harry and she was currently settling down with a cup of tea, pouring over a simple book of spells from Fred’s books.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Harry asked silently.

“Not at all.” Willow scooted over a bit and let Harry sit.

“I just realized that I never properly thanked you for what you did for me.” He said sheepishly.

“I figured you’d get around to it.” She nudged hi. “Besides, it was fun...kind of like acting.”

Harry turned to her. “Why did you go that for me?” He was genuinely confused.

“Fred and George told me about your situation and I couldn’t go on thinking of you in that house any longer.” She shook her head. “However if you’d like to go back...”

“No ma’am.” He shook his head smiling.

“Harry, I’m much to young to be a ma’am.” She laughed. “Call me Willow.”

“All right.” He nodded.

Harry smiled at this. “I just couldn’t have stayed there any longer.”

“Sometimes at home I feel like I’m going to go crazy. My parents they come home maybe once every three months and they only stay for a few weeks. I guess in a way that’s better than your situation.”

Harry looked at her. “But those are your real parents. These are just relatives that could care less about me.”

“I’ve got my Aunt and Uncle. They’re great. They remember my birthday and everything else so they’re like my real family.”

“I know what you mean. I just feel so bad. I mean Ms. Weasley’s got enough to worry about without having me here. I sometimes feel like I’m in the way.”

“Really, that’s just silly.” Willow laughed. “You’d never be in the way.” She put an arm around Harry. He wasn’t used to such acts of affection but took it anyway. It was warm and reassuring.

“Harry do you mind if I...” To her credit Willow actually blushed. “I know about your parents and your scar and what’s been happening at school lately.”

Harry blushed this time. “It’s been hectic ever since I found out I was a wizard.”

“Your well grounded Harry.” Willow assured him. “For someone who was famous at six months and then all this stuff. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and no offense but I’ve seen you around here today and you don’t look like anything special. Just a kid trying to figure out who he is. Don’t ever lose that all right.”

He nodded smiling. “I promise.”

They talked for another hour until Fred spotted them. “Hey, Harry’s brought the party outside.”

Harry looked up and smiled. “Fred...I see the party didn’t suffer out of my presence.”

“Course not Harry we could keep any party going.”

“Not outside this house you don’t. You aren’t going to keep the neighborhood up with your racket.” Molly walked out and smiled at Harry and Willow getting along.

Willow stood up. “I’m going to go to bed anyway you guys, I’m pretty tired.” Willow shrugged and made her way up to Ginny’s room where she was staying the summer.

The next few weeks Willow was in heaven, her Aunt was teaching her the smaller principles of magic that she hadn’t learned. Willow realized that when she finally started doing magic it was like a chef jumping into a ten course meal without learning how to chop vegetables first. She basically just started with large spells without being able to do the small ones.

She didn’t feel so embarrassed because Hermione and Harry usually sat in with her on her lessons and learned along side her. They couldn’t actually do any spells because of the restrictions but they learned the basics with her. Harry confessed that Ms. Weasley was a better teacher than most at Hogwarts and Willow laughed when her Aunt started to blush and stutter accidentally setting her robes on fire because of Harry compliment.

Lessons were usually over by mid morning because Ron would come and drag Harry outside to play Quidditch which Willow still didn’t understand that particular obsession, I guess the lure of flying around on brooms was enough. She generally sat outside all afternoon watching the boys and Ginny play until it was time to help her Aunt with dinner.

Sometimes she would help Fred and George out with their joke shop items, giving them what they called a muggle input. Sometimes she found herself on the receiving end of some of the joke items. A lot of the time she found herself sitting on the back porch, looking at the countryside and talking with Harry. He didn’t sleep much, he had nightmares rather frequently. They talked about Hogwarts, and what it’s been like since he found out about being a wizard. She told him stories about growing up on the hellmouth and all the adventures that her, Buffy and Xander had been through.

A month before the summer was ending Willow thought about something. “Gin?” Willow asked changing for bed.

“Yeah Will.” Ginny looked down at her from the top bunk.

“Harry’s a good kid right?” Willow wondered out loud. “And they treat him so bad at that place, they call themselves family...ugh. It’s just why they can’t just let him stay here?”

“I asked mum once.” Ginny jumped down and sat on the bed with Willow. “Dumbledore said it had something to do with Muggle laws and such things like custody.”

“Huh.” Willow smiled thinking about her talk with Harry. He reminded her of her in a way. They talked about how he wanted to stay with Sirius but he couldn’t. They talked about his parents and her parents and school and everything. “Custody. Gin?” Willow looked up. “Do you mind if I use your owl tomorrow?”

“Well you’d have to ask Ron but I’m sure.” Ginny yawned. “I’m going to bed.”

“Night.” Willow sighed and fell back asleep.