Family Ties Pro & 1

Title: Family Ties
Author: Runewolf (Runewolf@writeme.com)
Rated: PG13
Pairing: W/? TBD
Genre: BtVS (Season 3, mid-Gingerbread)/HP Crossover.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Author’s Note: Based on Chrissy's
challenge as follows- What if Willow was related to the Malfoys? -Shelia is Lucius Sister -Ira isn't Willow father but snape is. -Giles went Hogwarts and knew Shelia but didn't say thing to Willow -Takes place after willow gone bad season 6 -Voldemort find out about willow -Shelia must make an apearense in this story telling why she the wizardy world. -make Willow and the gang come to Hogwarts some how Any Pairing, Any rating
I'm not sure if I'll be able to incorporate all of it. Unfortunately my stories tend to grow in directions I don't intend when I start them, so I dislike posting parts where its not finished... but figured it might be worth a try to post unfinished cause they don't seem to get finished
otherwise. *sigh* If I get responses to this, it'll get completed.
Otherwise it will wither. Such is.

Prologue

Sheila Rosenburg stood in the hall of her carefully decorated Sunnydale home and felt the last vestige of her carefully crafted composure slip away. Her daughter's words fell on her ears. "Nothing bad or dangerous.. but I can do spells." "I can do spells." She shouldn't be able to do ANYTHING. Not without training. Not without a wand. Not on a Hellmouth. She shouldn't even be able to THINK about magic on a Hellmouth.

She walked into her bedroom and pulled out a drawer with her old jewelry. Old, celtic style pieces. Costume junk from college. She'd tell her friends if it came up. Then they'd forget. They always forget on a Hellmouth. She had chosen the Hellmouth. Chosen to live here, where
ancient spells made the muggle population forget about magic. Refuse to see it, because otherwise they'd notice and the muggles would start looking for wizards. That's just too dangerous, so the eyes close to the dangers of the night. With closed eyes comes safety. No wizarding family would ever be mad enough to settle on a hellmouth. But then, she was hardly that anymore, was she? She had been nervous, oh so nervous, when Willow was younger, but it had passed. No letter in the post. No owls perching on the front lawn with admitance offers. Just a normal girl.

Her hand curled around the handle of a ornate silver brush with a snake coiled around the handle. The snake's eyes glitter green in the candle light. No wizard can stand the energy of the Hellmouth. It corrupts. It tempts. Even wizards who aren't wizards anymore. It was all falling apart. And it can't. It just can't. This shell of a life was all she had left. Life with Ira on the mouth of hell where no one can remember any ideosyncracies, frequent trips away from the energy to keep sane, a perfect child to tick off the required box on the experience of life form...

Her lips narrowed. No. She would not allow this to end. But what to do? That was the question, wasn't it. Can't tell Ira. Her breath was slow and painful. There was always her brother. Even now, even after 15 years she could remember the anger in his voice when she had informed him of her decision. "We'll find a solution." he said. "You'll be a witch again. Its what you are."

Well, she wasn't anymore. She was a muggle. A filthy, powerless muggle. Of course, she was also a world renowned, wealthy muggle. An eminent psychologist. That was NOT going to have her world destroyed by some child. Even her own. She'd just have to do something about it.

"She can't be a witch. She would have got a letter." Her voice sounds hollow to her ears. Her eyes close and she turns away from her jewelry. Away from the snake that stirred on the brush she had put down. Away from the charmed gift from a brother who trusts no one.

Towards the best answer to dealing with any problem. Crush it. Click. Dial, dial, dial. "Joyce Summers? This is Sheila Rosenburg. I'm calling about my daughter, Willow."

The snake glows slightly, forgotten on the dressing table. Then its gone.

--End prologue--

Part One

Lucius Malfoy felt the flicker of magic at the edge of his senses and felt his anger rise. He had left instructions that he was NOT to be disturbed. This whole MOO, "Mothers Opposed to the Occult", business was extremely disturbing. The enchantments on the Hellmouth should make thinking about magic, let alone protesting it impossible. But it wasn't.... and the result was an organized expression of the hatred that all muggles felt for the mystically inclined. That speech... she even mentioned Slayers. Maybe this was the Watcher's Council's fault. That would be a plus. Those tweed wearing snits always were irritating. Lucius shuddered. But MOO.. The bastards even had a mesh, no "website". Stupid muggle term. Evidently they had collected DONATIONS from all over the world to help combat this "outbreak" of evil magic. This was not good.

He whirled and frowned slightly as he saw the snake click into the grooves of his magic mirror. His own magic? But he didn't have any snakes out right now... Though he'd certainly like one in the home of this Summers woman.

His frown deepened as he saw images start to form. Sheara? He'd almost forgotten.

"She can't be a witch. She would have got a letter." Her voice sounds hollow and tired. She looks like a middle-aged muggle. Lucius draws in a strangled breath. Sheila's eyes close and she turns away moving into the room.

The picture begins to fade, but before it does, he hears a phrase that chills him to the bone. "Joyce Summers? This is Sheila Rosenburg. I'm calling about my daughter, Willow."

Summers? The MOO woman? It almost sounds as if he daughter is showing signs of ... and MOO.... what would MOO do with an untrained witch... By the source of all power, not just an untrained witch. An untrained MALFOY.

Lucius' eyes narrow. He wasn't able to act before. The Ministry likes to handle such things themselves. But if a Malfoy was involved? Screw the Ministry.

"GOYLE!!!!"

His scream results in the door of his office flying open and the hulking form of Irin Goyle poking his head in.

"We have a problem." Goyle looked blankly at him. He had been thinking of leaving instructiions with him. Lucius closed his eyes briefly. I must be more tired than I thought.

"Maydelandra?"

"Yes, sir?" Ah, competency at last.

"I need information. How Hellmouths affect the development of wizarding abilities. Why a witch of ability might be passed over by Salem Academy."

"A witch from a Hellmouth, sir?"

"Exactly May. Contact Narcissa and inform her that we will likely have a guest. *pause* And inform the Ministry... no don't inform the Ministry of anything. If they call, tell them I'm indisposed."

"Very well sir."

"Goyle, you're with me. Follow my lead in everything I do. We're going to California."

End Part One