Witch

A Special Kiss

Fred's POV

I sucked in my breath.

"What? You-know-Who? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Sir," I added in an attempt to sound more polite.

I glanced nervously at Willow. She didn't look frightened, only curious and confused.

"Um, who exactly is this Voldemort dude?"

I bit my lip. I wished they would stop saying the name!

"What name?" Willow said, looking at me suspiciously. "Seriously, can someone explain what is going on?"

"You don't know who You-Know-Who is?" I said incredulously.

Willow shrugged. "I mean, I've heard the name pop up, but according to MACUSA files, he never gained much power in the US. There's more Muggle-borns than Purebloods, he'd have zero supporters. We had more problems with Scourers -"

"Scourers?" I said blankly.

Willow glanced at me exasperatedly.

"People, sometimes even witches and wizards, who accuse people, mainly magic folk but sometimes No-Majs."

I was getting rather tired of this.

"Oh, sorry, Muggles. Haven't you heard of, say, the Salem witch trials?" Willow said expectantly.

I sighed. "I don't know American history. Please, can someone explain what You-Know-Who?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Well, Mr.Weasley, if Miss Potter -"

Willow gaped at him.

"- turns out to be a talented Metamorphmagus, she can go undercover rather easily at the Ministry, and possibly be able to go on missions for the Order if and when Voldemort returns."

I shook my head. "No, she's fourteen, and we're sending her right into the most dangerous places in the wizarding world? Sir, what good is there in that?"

Dumbledore looked at me kindly.

"I understand you - er - have a special relationship -"

Willow blushed.

"- but you must understand that Polyjuice Potion and Transfiguration wear off, and aren't always accurate. If Willow can control and improve her powers, she will be of the greatest help."

I looked at Willow.

"Well, it's your choice."

She looked down.

"Can - can I get back to you sir?"

Dumbledore nodded kindly, and we silently left his office.

As we walked down the hall, I stopped and grabbed Willow's arm.

"So," I said shakily. "Are you going to do it?"

She shuffled her feet. "I dunno."

Just in that moment, I could tell she was unsure what she would be facing.

"Will, this is You-Know-Who! He's done terrible things! He tortures Muggles for fun! You don't know what you'd be risking!"

"I know what I'm risking, Fred," Willow said quietly. "If I am who I think I am, I lost both my parents to You-Know-Who."

I shook my head. "Don't you see? What if we lose you too?"

Willow shrugged. "Some things are worth dying for."

"Not him!" I said. "There are plenty of ways to help, when you're of age. You're thirteen, hardly even close to fourteen. Can you at least wait?"

Willow looked at me meaningfully.

"Fine," she said, looking away. "But when I'm of age, you can't stop me."

"I know," I said.

We stood there for a while, and slowly, our lips met.

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Willow's POV

Me and Fred were blushing again when we went to dinner, but this time, we sat next to each other. We still talked to our friends; me to Hermione, and Fred to George and Lee, but we weren't as distant.

Which was good. Right?

Secretly, I felt guilty because I had said we were just friends and then we had kissed. But I hadn't been able to help myself, and I knew our promise was for the best.

As I tucked in for the night, I noticed Harry writing furiously in the common room.

"What are you writing?" I asked.

Harry looked up at me, seeming surprised to see me there. "Oh, um, just working on homework."

I smiled. "You forgot I'm a Legilimens," I said. "Who's Sirius?"

Harry's mouth dropped open, and he looked mortified.

My grin faded. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Harry mumbled. He grabbed his piece of parchment and ran up the stairs.

What was that about?

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Author's Note

Okay guys, so that was really short, but a really long one is coming up and I didn't want to spoil anything.

So what do you think? Also check out my new Marauders fanfiction, Crookshanks!

I hope y'all like it!

xoxo

Claire Luci