Glamours

Tranquilizers, Stimulants and Depressants


With a tug on their navels, the portkey brought them to the Great Hall at Hogwarts, dark in the absence of the students that sat in its walls on an almost daily basis but were on Christmas holidays or asleep at the moment. Draco, still feeling the effects of the Cruciatus, immediately fell down with a groan.

The Weasely family was no where to be seen and for a split second, Willow wondered if the portkey she had fashioned out of the turkey platter had worked. She didn't have time to think about this now though, as she and Harry had to get Draco to the hospital wing to get him checked out. Who knew what Voldemorts curse had done to him internally?

"C'mon Draco," Harry murmured, helping the weak man to his feet. "Have to get you to see Madame Pomfrey."

"Do I have to?" the blonde whined as he was lifted off the ground.

Willow let a chuckle escape. Men were such babies. "Yes Draco. The spell I did back at the Burrow was only a pain relief spell. We don't know what it's done to you internally."

"Great," he said sarcastically, letting out a moan as pain shotoughough his legs at the weight he was putting on them by standing.

Harry looked at him, concerned. "Draco, are you sure you can walk? We can always levitate you there"¦"

"Yes Potter," Draco snapped back, angry at his own weakness at the moment. "I can bloody well walk to the hospital wing. Just"¦just stay right where you are, alright?"

Harry, knowing better than to laugh at Draco right now, who never asked for help but was now doing so, continued to support his weight. He motioned for Willow to get the blonde's other side.

Willow did and soon they were on their way through the Great Hall and up the stairs to the Hospital Wing. "I think we should do this every Christmas"¦what do you think guys?"

"Oh yes, definitely," Draco drawled sarcastically, playing along at Willows attempt to lighten the mood. "How about EVERY holiday, why, I can see us getting threatened by dark lords oh, on Easter, Victoria Day and what St. Valentines Day wouldn't be complete without a good Cruciatus?" The trio laughed at this, the sounds of their continued conversation and laughter drifted through the empty halls of Hogwarts.
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"And where did the Weasely's pop off to?" Willow asked anxiously as she and Harry went back to her rooms after dropping Draco off at the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey, seeing the exhausted and defeated expressions on their faces upon entering the wing, had ordered that they leave Draco in her care, and that they go back to Lucy's chambers for some sleep and, in Willow's case, some de-stressing. Indeed, Willow was still sporting jet-black hair and eyes despite the fact that Voldemort was nowhere near at the moment. Madame Pomfrey had given her a tranquilizer to calm her down but so far, Willow felt no different and worst of all, she was still channelling dark magic that she couldn't seem to turn off as easily as she normally did. She suspected it had something to do with the fact that Voldemort had killed her parents and her emotional reaction to this action. But she wasn't ready to deal with these emotions just yet, preferring the numb this-isn't-real feeling that pervaded her entire body at the moment.

Harry gave a shrug and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Madame Pomfrey told me that they were with Dumbledore. She didn't know an exact location though."

Willow nodded in regret. "I just wanted to make sure that they were okay. I mean Molly and Arthur"¦I guess now they're the closest thing I have to parents. Although Severus and Minerva seem to want to fill that position on an almost daily basis," she smiled, turning her head to look at Harry. She noticed he was smiling at her last statement as well.

"How are you doing with that by the way?" Harry asked quietly, almost wishing that Willow was raging and in tears instead of this artificial perkiness she seemed to want to continue expressing. Indeed, she seemed incapable of feeling even a little sad. Harry knew that she would crash eventually; he knew her well, despite the fact that they had only been together for a short time. When it finally happened though, he would be there to catch her.

She turned her black eyes on him and shrugged. "Heartbroken. But it hasn't hit me yet." Suddenly, the black hair and eyes she had been wearing since more than an hour ago- had it only been an hour?- dropped, leaving her looking as she had before. Her dyed hair was back, black with magenta streaks but her green eyes were the same as the Willow Rosenberg from California that Harry had met in her mind. A tranquil, slightly stoned look settled on Willow's face. "Whoa. I think the tranquilizer just kicked in."

Harry grinned as his girlfriend did a plausible impression of a stereotypical beach bum that had had one puff too many of the wacky weed. Thank Merlin they had reached the hallway that housed the teachers quarters. "You okay in there?" he asked, enjoying how relaxed she appeared to be.

"I am great," she grinned broadly at him, her steps faltering a little. Harry grabbed her arm in an effort to steady her. She swatted his hand away. "What exactly did that woman give me? This is incredible"¦.WAY better than that time with Oz and his band buddies in his van. WAY better."

"Really," Harry mused in an amused voice as they reached the portrait that would let them into Willow's room. "I think that it's time we got you to bed Willow."

She gave him a sly, knowing look. "Oh really? Mr. Potter, are you trying to seduce with your romantic words?" She wrapped her arms around his neck. "To bed it is then. Just as long as you're in it." She brought his lips down in a bruising kiss before jumping up to wrap her legs around his hips. With a sigh of satisfaction through her inhibitive dulled and-she would be the first to admit it- horny body, she extricated her lips from Harry's only long enough to mutter the password.

Harry, inflamed by her lips on his and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, backed them into the room, still snogging her madly.

"Ah-hm," a voice that sounded suspiciously like Severus Snapes cleared his throat in impatience. It was official. Harry's worst nightmare had just come true. Severus Snape, fe Pot Potions Master had just caught him and a girl in a compromising position. He had previously managed to avoid this moment with all his girlfriends that he had had at Hogwarts. Ginny, Cho Chang, Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil"¦ but apparently the legacy was ending today.

Harry turned his head to the voice, so that Willow's kisses landed on his cheek only to find himself staring at the amused faces of the Weasely family, minus the third generation thank Merlin, McGonagall, Dumbledore, and the aforementioned Snape. "Hello all," he said, his face growing redder as Willow continued her assault on his body. "Lucy cut it out."

"But why"¦.oh hello!" Willow finally noticed the group standing in her parlour. She smiled widely as she hopped off of Harry. "How's it going?"

Ron raised an eyebrow. Lucy looked drunk. "OK. What's with Lucy? Did Voldemort mess with her head or something?"

Harry led Willow, who was swaying lightly, to her favourite loveseat by the fire. Stroking her cheek lightly, he handed her the cup of tea that Molly handed him. He gave the older woman a grateful smile before sitting down next to his lover. "We just came back from the hospital wing. Draco had the Cruciatus placed on him so we had to get him checked out." He shot Ginny, who looked extremely worried, a look. "He's fine. Don't worry. Just a little shaky. He should be out of there tomorrow morning. He even felt good enough to insult me before we left." Ginny laughed at this. She would go to see him in a bit, after she got Lucy's story out of her. Draco would probably appreciate the explanation, the ual ual entrance that Harry and her pseudo-cousin had made and the room's response to said entrance.

"What happened to her?" Bill, who was very glad to hear his brother-in-law was going to be alright, couldn't help but repeat. Lucy was currently lolling her head on Harry's chest and smiling like a fool.

"Oh, that." Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, when we got back, Lucy was still a bit- dark? I guess." "

"Veiny Willow, I was still veiny, dark, scary, and what was that you once called me Harry? EVIL?" Willow interjected, chuckling lightly.

"You're never going to let me forget that are you?" He muttered just loud enough to draw laughs and smiles from the group in the room. "And who's telling the story love?" Harry lifted her chin to place a soft kiss on her pouting lips. "Now shush. I've a tale to finish."

"Don't let me stop you. I love your stories. It's your voice Harry, it's so sexy"¦" Willow slurred into his chest, where her tired head had fallen again. "I could listen to it for hours."

Harry raised an eyebrow at this. Whatever Madame Pomfrey had given her, it was better than Veritaserum. "Then do so love. You're interrupting." Willow simply burrowed deeper into his chest, closing her eyes gently in lethargy, producing still more smiles from the group sitting in her parlour. "Madame Pomfrey gave her a tranquilizer to calm her down. It kicked in a few minutes ago."

"Yes Potter we can see that." Severus said dryly, smirking in amusement. Oh, he would have plenty to tease her about at their next chess game.

"So what happened with Tom?" Albus asked Harry gently.

It was Willow that answered though. "He killed my parents," she chirped perkily, sitting up slightly and clearing her throat, not noticing the looks of horror that had appeared on the faces of the rest of the occupants in the room. "While they were on vacation in Italy mourning me and he gave me a week to choose a side and then he starts killing you guys." She turned her head to look at Harry. "Harry?" she murmured, tears finally beginning to form in her eyes.

"Yes love," he said gravely. The rest of the room was silent, absorbing what Lucy had told them.

"I think it's hitting me," she gulped back a sob. "C-can you take me to bed now? I'm tired and I just want to cry myself to sleep."

"I think I can manage that," he murmured back at her, his own eyes beginning to tear up as he stood and lifted her into his arms. The group in the parlour moved aside to let him through. With a sigh, he took her into the bedroom and laid her down in her bed, moving away toward the door to tell their guests that they would talk in the morning. "I'll be right back love."

Harry walked back into the parlour, taking in the concerned looks the occupants of the room shot him. "She's not doing well. Can we discuss what happened tomorrow?"

"Of course Harry." Minerva stepped forward and took his hand in hers. "Just take care of her for us will you?"

"With my life," he said, love for the woman in the next room shining in his eyes.

Albus turned to the group, smiling gently, his eyes twinkling at Harry's last comment. The Boy-Who-Lived had finally found something to love. "Well then, time for bed isn't it? It's been a busy day. Minerva and I will escort you to the rooms your children and grandchildren have been placed in and where you'll be joining them for the evening. Follow me please." The Weasely's did just this, Molly stopping briefly to give Harry a hug of reassurance. Severus and Minerva followed the Weasely's.

Harry watched as the portrait closed gently on Snape, the last to leave, and went into the bedroom that for the past two weeks in three he had shared with Lucy. He would help her get through this"¦and then he would make Voldemort pay. For what he had done to Willow, to himself and to so many others. He would pay.