WILLOW SUE
Rating 15
Disclaimer: None of it’s mine, more’s the pity, well actually the scenario is mine, but none of the characters. There’s no profit either….. damn.

Harry and Co are in their 6th or 7th years while Willow and Co are after season 6.




Voldemort laughed with glee as he stood above the prostrate form of the meddlesome child everyone assumed to be his arch nemesis. If they only knew that the only reason that the child still lived was not because he resisted the power of his killing curse, but because of the shrill ringing of that preposterous muggle communication device. Or that the famous scar that he bore was actually caused by parts of that infernal machine as his curse sent shattered pieces of it hurling across the room.

He still remembered sealing that jagged cut, using just enough of his magic that the boy would forever feel his presence.

And then those fools at the ministry had assumed that the child had somehow fought off his curse and there fore had the power to defeat him. It still amazed him that they could have made such an illogical leap of assumption and land so very far from the mark.

But it had been entertaining over the years to feed their petty hopes about the boy by letting him defeat what seemed like major plots but were in actuality minor little scenarios, small distractions away from his truly important endeavors.

But now it was time to end all that, he’d had enough of these little distractions. It was finally time to take his rightful place as master of the wizarding world and the first step along that path was the death of the so called ‘boy who lived’.

Which led him to be standing over the whelp now, while his friends lay sprawled around him and his precious teachers stood petrified at the back of the small clearing in the forbidden forest. Even the feeble old headmaster stood powerless in the grip of his curse, forced to watch as he finally destroyed this miserable excuse for a hero.

Raising his wand he was just about to utter the words that would end Harry Potter’s life when a flash of bright crackling light drew his attention to his left to see a tiny redheaded woman studying him with a frown on her face.

“So you’re the one, Mother’s not very happy with you.” She scolded him, a smirk floating across her face as she took in his reptilian features.

“I don’t know who you are girl but you have chosen the wrong place to be, and as for your mother I neither know nor care who she may be.” She had to be a simpleton of some kind to stand there totally uncaring of the fact that he now had his wand pointed at her.

“Of course you know her, everybody knows her, and she’s not happy about the dark mojo you’ve been flinging about willy nilly. Most of the little hurts people inflict she barely notices but you’ve been leaving huge gaping wounds with the nasty curses you’ve been chucking about, and she’s been feeling it and what the Earth feels, I feel. That’s why I’m here, to remove your parasitic little patootie from the Mother’s back.” All this was said with a sweet innocent smile as she casually glanced around the clearing, meeting the many eyes that helplessly stared at her with a mixture of hope and pity.

“You shall remove me? I hardly think so. You don’t even possess a wand let alone any trace of the power required to use one.” He looked her up and down pointedly, her tight black trousers and sky blue baby tee not having enough room for a door key let alone a wand.

“Hah, shows how little you know snake man. There’s more than one type of power and I’ve tasted the best of ‘em, and the worst too for that matter. Now I wield the Mother’s magic, it is the purest of the lot after all, the first and original. As for your little stick thing, well that’s just silly.”

She had to be insane, that was the only explanation he could think of. Maybe escaped from some muggle asylum. It didn’t really matter though as he was anxious to finish with the Potter boy. With a quick snap of his wrist he sent the killing curse hurtling towards her, only to blink in confusion when it stopped a foot short of its target. Everyone in the small clearing watched in amazement as the petite redhead frowned at the roiling cloud of sickly green energy and in response its writhing calmed and its colour gentled to a deep earthy green.

She smiled prettily at the cloud and it floated off to the side where it settled upon the withered remains of a tree. As the energy soaked into the tree like water the dead bark flaked off to reveal a now healthy new skin and green buds sprouted on its branches.

“That’s better.” She said with satisfaction before turning back to Him with a scowl. “You shouldn’t have done that, now I’m annoyed.”

Without warning his wand shattered into splinters, many of them burying themselves in his fingers. Looking up from the bloody mess he gasped in shock. Now he could see the power in her, incredible power radiating off her in waves, also unexpected was where the energy passed over the ground small blades of fresh green grass pushed up though the dead soil that lined the ground of the forbidden forest.

He looked up just in time from staring at this sudden eruption of life to see her give him a sweet innocent smile before his heart burst inside his chest killing him instantly. An instant later a soft green glow enveloped his body, imprisoning his flesh, essence and soul and containing them.

As Harry and the others felt the pins and needles of movement returning to their limbs the globe that now held the dead wizard quickly shrank smaller and smaller until it finally winked out of sight. She looked around in satisfaction at a job well done to see all those assembled wizards staring at her with awe and not a little lust in their eyes, but it was to the tiny brunet with the wild hair that she went, helping her gently to her feet.

“Hi, I’m Willow.”

“WILLOW!!!”

The young wicca jumped in surprise and looked around.

“What?” she asked defensively.

“I can’t believe you just Mary Sue’d yourself into a Harry Potter fic. And killed Voldemort no less.”

“HEY, I could so kick his ass Dawnie.” She told the younger Summers sister who stood behind her chair reading over her shoulder.

“And getting all googly eyed at Hermione….. Willow how could you.”

“Hey, gay remember. Look Dawnie I know you’re a Harry / ‘Mione shipper but trust me she would never go for someone so, so…. Rileyish. Maybe Remus or Hooch or someone exotic like that but definitely not that momma’s boy, and, and, and he doesn’t even have a mother so how lame is that for a momma’s boy.” She stopped babbling with a sheepish look as Dawn began to chuckle.

“Anyway shoo, I’ve gotta tidy this up so I can submit it to Twisting the Hogwart tonight.” With that she spun back to her laptop ready to run her spellchecker over her latest piece of Hermione goodness.

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