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Adult +
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25
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4,678
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7
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Summoning Emotions
Summoning Emotions
"Try to think of it this way," Willow explained patiently to an impatient Harry Potter. "The magic is projected through you. You don't need a wand. It merely helps direct your energy. If you concentrate hard enough, the magic is directed where you tell it to go."
"I AM concentrating," Harry snarled through gritted teeth, still unable to float the feather that sat stubbornly on the table in front of him.
Willow sighed. This was proving to be harder than she had expected. "Let's try something else then," she said in a disappointed voice. After all, this had only been his first month of lessons, and some of her younger students that she taught during the day still had problems with levitation, even after 3 months of classes behind them. She had just hoped that, judging by the ability to perform magic in other areas, Harry would have turned out to be a fast learner. Indeed, the sooner Harry got the hang of the wandless magic and the occlumency, the sooner she was free to go home, albeit without her real identity. In the muggle world, Willow Rosenberg was long dead and buried and, seeing that the coroner had identified the body that the Scooby Gang had used to double as Willow's as Willow Rosenberg's, it wasn't likely her identity could be retrieved. "˜All,'ll,' Willow thought to herself, "˜it's not so bad being Lucy Emerson if I'm back home.' She looked over at Harry who, despite his obvious displeasure at being here at Hogwarts on such a beautiful December evening, with her to which he referred to as evil no less, still looked incredibly attractive to her. "˜You have got it bad Rosenberg.' Willow silently shook herself out of her inner thoughts and turned toward Harry on the couch they sat on in her living room. Stealthily, she summoned Harry's wand from his frustrated fingers.
"Hey! That's my wand!" Harry exclaimed angrily. "Give it back."
Willow smirked. "Try to summon it from me. Wandlessly obviously."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Obviously. And just exactly how do you propose I do that?"
"Concentrate. If you want it badly enough, the magic will extend itself from your body and the wand will come to you. Try."
A silence fell over the room as Harry concentrated, pleading with the wand to jump into his hand. All it did was vibrate. With a huff, he stopped trying, leaning back on his side of the couch and groaned in frustration. "It's no use. I can't do it."
"No it's not. It took me awhile when I was starting too. But YOU have an advantage."
"And what exactly is that?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"YOU have ME for a teacher. I taught myself the craft."
"And just look where it got you"¦" Harry continued his snarky comments.
Willow's eyes flashed onyx for a moment. "Watch it Buddy. Do you want to learn or not?"
Harry bit back another comment because he knew that without this knowledge, he probably wouldn't be able to beat Voldemort. "Yes."
"Good," Willow purred.
"But I don't see how I'm supposed to. I can't seem to get the hang of even the simplest spells," Harry sighed angrily.
Willow was silent for a moment, in contemplation. Was it too soon? "Harry?"
"Yes?"
"How's your occlumency coming?"
Anger flashed into the Boy-Who-Lived eyes. "Why? What's Snape been telling you?"
"Nothing," she said seriously, for what she was about to propose was incredibly serious. It could mean her life if her hunch was wrong and, if Harry's occlumency wasn't up to par. "It's just"¦I've noticed that you appear to learn faster when the learning is tangible. You know? Touchable, accessible and"¦..without books."
"Oh so I can't read properly now?" He said, sarcastically. "I'moronoron now aren't I?"
"Well you said it"¦"Willow teased. "I'm serious though. There is a way for you to pick the wandless magic up faster but"¦it's a little bit dangerous."
Harry laughed bitterly. "So is Voldemort. When do we start?"
Willow stood up angrily. "This is no laughing matter! This could mean my life and everyone I have ever loved and left behind in an effort to protect!"
"And this means something to me why?"
Willow was silent for a moment. "It's means more than you'll ever hope to know," she said quietly, bitterly, then, laughing softly, she continued. "Well, if you decide to go through this with me, you will know." She sat back down and took Harry's hand. "So I'll ask you again, how're your occlumency skills?"
Sensing the serious nature the conversation had taken, Harry shrugged. "Snape can't get in anymore. I can't get into his head yet but Dumbledore tells me that will come with time."
Willow smiled nervously. Albus had said that if she ever got this opportunity, to share any of her past with Harry, she should tell him all of it. Apparently Harry was someone to be trusted. Willow's internal child snorted in amusement. Yeah right. "Good," she stood up and motioned for him to follow her. "Follow me."
"Where are we going? And why?" Harry asked confusedly, following her nonetheless.
Willow shrugged and gave him a nervous smile. "I thought we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom."
Harry's eyebrows nearly rose into his hairline. THIS he hadn't been expecting. "Excuse me?" Lucy just smirked back at him. With a more confidant smile, she leaned into his body before dragging him the final steps to her bed and knocking him flat on his back on the soft mattress.
"Don't worry. This won't hurt a bit," Willow said quietly and, with a soft grin, she leaned forward and kissed him.
"Try to think of it this way," Willow explained patiently to an impatient Harry Potter. "The magic is projected through you. You don't need a wand. It merely helps direct your energy. If you concentrate hard enough, the magic is directed where you tell it to go."
"I AM concentrating," Harry snarled through gritted teeth, still unable to float the feather that sat stubbornly on the table in front of him.
Willow sighed. This was proving to be harder than she had expected. "Let's try something else then," she said in a disappointed voice. After all, this had only been his first month of lessons, and some of her younger students that she taught during the day still had problems with levitation, even after 3 months of classes behind them. She had just hoped that, judging by the ability to perform magic in other areas, Harry would have turned out to be a fast learner. Indeed, the sooner Harry got the hang of the wandless magic and the occlumency, the sooner she was free to go home, albeit without her real identity. In the muggle world, Willow Rosenberg was long dead and buried and, seeing that the coroner had identified the body that the Scooby Gang had used to double as Willow's as Willow Rosenberg's, it wasn't likely her identity could be retrieved. "˜All,'ll,' Willow thought to herself, "˜it's not so bad being Lucy Emerson if I'm back home.' She looked over at Harry who, despite his obvious displeasure at being here at Hogwarts on such a beautiful December evening, with her to which he referred to as evil no less, still looked incredibly attractive to her. "˜You have got it bad Rosenberg.' Willow silently shook herself out of her inner thoughts and turned toward Harry on the couch they sat on in her living room. Stealthily, she summoned Harry's wand from his frustrated fingers.
"Hey! That's my wand!" Harry exclaimed angrily. "Give it back."
Willow smirked. "Try to summon it from me. Wandlessly obviously."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Obviously. And just exactly how do you propose I do that?"
"Concentrate. If you want it badly enough, the magic will extend itself from your body and the wand will come to you. Try."
A silence fell over the room as Harry concentrated, pleading with the wand to jump into his hand. All it did was vibrate. With a huff, he stopped trying, leaning back on his side of the couch and groaned in frustration. "It's no use. I can't do it."
"No it's not. It took me awhile when I was starting too. But YOU have an advantage."
"And what exactly is that?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"YOU have ME for a teacher. I taught myself the craft."
"And just look where it got you"¦" Harry continued his snarky comments.
Willow's eyes flashed onyx for a moment. "Watch it Buddy. Do you want to learn or not?"
Harry bit back another comment because he knew that without this knowledge, he probably wouldn't be able to beat Voldemort. "Yes."
"Good," Willow purred.
"But I don't see how I'm supposed to. I can't seem to get the hang of even the simplest spells," Harry sighed angrily.
Willow was silent for a moment, in contemplation. Was it too soon? "Harry?"
"Yes?"
"How's your occlumency coming?"
Anger flashed into the Boy-Who-Lived eyes. "Why? What's Snape been telling you?"
"Nothing," she said seriously, for what she was about to propose was incredibly serious. It could mean her life if her hunch was wrong and, if Harry's occlumency wasn't up to par. "It's just"¦I've noticed that you appear to learn faster when the learning is tangible. You know? Touchable, accessible and"¦..without books."
"Oh so I can't read properly now?" He said, sarcastically. "I'moronoron now aren't I?"
"Well you said it"¦"Willow teased. "I'm serious though. There is a way for you to pick the wandless magic up faster but"¦it's a little bit dangerous."
Harry laughed bitterly. "So is Voldemort. When do we start?"
Willow stood up angrily. "This is no laughing matter! This could mean my life and everyone I have ever loved and left behind in an effort to protect!"
"And this means something to me why?"
Willow was silent for a moment. "It's means more than you'll ever hope to know," she said quietly, bitterly, then, laughing softly, she continued. "Well, if you decide to go through this with me, you will know." She sat back down and took Harry's hand. "So I'll ask you again, how're your occlumency skills?"
Sensing the serious nature the conversation had taken, Harry shrugged. "Snape can't get in anymore. I can't get into his head yet but Dumbledore tells me that will come with time."
Willow smiled nervously. Albus had said that if she ever got this opportunity, to share any of her past with Harry, she should tell him all of it. Apparently Harry was someone to be trusted. Willow's internal child snorted in amusement. Yeah right. "Good," she stood up and motioned for him to follow her. "Follow me."
"Where are we going? And why?" Harry asked confusedly, following her nonetheless.
Willow shrugged and gave him a nervous smile. "I thought we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom."
Harry's eyebrows nearly rose into his hairline. THIS he hadn't been expecting. "Excuse me?" Lucy just smirked back at him. With a more confidant smile, she leaned into his body before dragging him the final steps to her bed and knocking him flat on his back on the soft mattress.
"Don't worry. This won't hurt a bit," Willow said quietly and, with a soft grin, she leaned forward and kissed him.