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Permanent Mistakes	By : firegoddess100 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 9037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Untimely Meetings

"Uh,"� Willow moaned and leaned her head over the toilet, her stomach turning on her as she vomited again. "�I should NOT have had that fish last night,' She thought. Finished, she let the spasms pass and stood up, swaying dizzily before grabbing the sink in order to keep herself from falling down.

"Willow? Are you ok?"� Xander asked, concerned, as he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yeah Xander. I'm fine."� She called through the door. "Just let me get the blood back into my head,"� she muttered. This was NOT how she wanted to start the day. Heck, she didn't want to start ANY day this way but today was especially important. Today was Monday and she had a meeting with the Ministry of Magic in 15 minutes.
She and Xander had taken jobs at the Watchers Council a month ago at Giles's insistence, helping him run the council in London while Buffy ran the School for Slayers in Cleveland with Spike, who miraculously had been resurrected by Wolfram and Hart months after his untimely demise.
"Wills, are you SURE you're okay?"� Xander asked through the door to the small bathroom Willow had in her corner office.
"I'm fine Xander,"� she said wearily, coming out of the bathroom and flopping her body down onto the hunter green leather sofa that sat in the corner of her office, closing her eyes to stop the spinning she felt from such an abrupt movement.
Xander eyed her speculatively. "No you're not Willow."�
"Yes, I am Xander. It's just stress. We've had a lot to deal with lately"�"�
"And you've been doing this for a week. It's time to see a doctor."�
"No, it's not. I'm perfectly fi"�"�
"Goddamnit Willow, no you're not! You passed out yesterday and you've been vomiting for the last week off and on. Something is wrong."�
Willow opened her eyes and sighed, looking into Xanders concerned and angry face. He was right. Something WAS wrong. Closing her eyes again, she placed a hand to her forehead and nodded in resignation. "I'll make the appointment tonight."�
"NOW Willow. Make the appointment NOW. We've got 15 minutes before the meeting. Do it."�
"Xander, why is this so important to you? I probably just have that stomach bug that's going around or something"�"�
Xander stood up and went to her desk, picking up her phone and her book of phone numbers and putting them on the coffee table before sitting down at the end of the couch and placing her feet in his lap. "Because I remember when Buffy's Mom was sick. She was passing out, getting sick, just like you are and that scares me."� He was silent a moment. "You're my best friend Willow and"�and we've lost too many people in the last six months for me to even THINK about losing you too."� He reached over to the coffee table, picked up the book and her phone and placed them on her stomach. "Call the doctor."�

Willow glared at her friend and picked up the phone.

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Hermione Granger was on a mission. At 23, she was a researcher for the Ministry of Magic's Defence Council. Together with Ron, who worked as a strategist for the same council, they had helped to seek out and destroy many branches of Voldemorts followers. Thus it hadn't come as a surprise when Dumbledore had flooed her the other day to ask for a favour.

Indeed, when Dumbledore had asked her to help change the direction of the war, she had jumped at the chance. She just hadn't thought it meant being his voice in the Muggle world.
For now, this meant meeting with various organizations in the Muggle world that knew about magic and about the supernatural things that went bump in the night.
Today, she was at the Watcher's Council in London, a council notorious for being conservative and unforgiving. Tomorrow, she was going to be meeting with Angelus O'Brien, C.E.O of Wolfram and Hart, who was on a business trip to London. Another very unforgiving company. With s sigh of frustration at the probably difficult battle she was going to have to face to get any form of help, she walked down the hallway to the office she had been told to meet the Ms. Rosenberg and Mr. Harris in. She stopped at the door of the office as she heard voices.
"There, happy now? They were able to fit me in tonight at 5, after work."�
Hermione peeked into the office. A red-head lay on a green leather couch, looking as if she was trying really hard to blend in with the piece of furniture she was lying on, her feet resting on a strangely familiar mans lap.
"Very happy. Thank you."�
"You're welcome,"� the woman said weakly and then turned a deeper shade of green, if it were at all possible. "Oh Goddess."� And bolted to the bathroom.
Hermione winced as the sounds of retching were heard even from where she stood in the hallway. With a sigh of regret at her timing, she knocked on the open door.
"Come in,"� she heard the man call. She stepped into the room and gasped. "Xander? Cousin Xander?!"�
Xander eyes widened. "Hermione? What are you doing here? I haven't seen you for"�what? 10 years? How are you?"�
Hermione grinned, pulling her cousin into a big hug. "Good. I'm working for the Ministry of Magic's Defence Council now. And it's been 13 years, FAR too long for one to be estranged from ones cousin."�

"Hey"Hey, I wasn't the one who went off to boarding school and never came home for major holidays"�."� He teased gently and small smile lit up his face. "Not boarding school then? Magic school?"�
Hermione nodded, a smile gracing her face now. "Yep, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."�
Xander frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Wish Wills had known about that school. She's a witch too. Self taught though."� He winced as a second bought of retching came from the bathroom. "She's in the bathroom."�
"Is she okay?"� Hermione asked in a concerned voice.
Xander hesitated. "We don't know. She's seeing a doctor tonight but"�I'm getting worried. She's been doing this all week."�
Hermione gave him a surprised look. "Really? That's not good. Is she your wife then?"�
"Willow? No,"� Xander scoffed. "Best friend since kindergarten. Granted everyone always thinks we're married. And yeah, we did experiment in High School but"�.that's a very long story. It didn't work and we decided we were better off as friends. BEST friends, but friends all the same."�
Hermione nodded. It was the same way with Harry and Ron, even down to the experimentation. It had been a very strange sixth year. She had dated not only Ron (a relationship that was doomed from the first date; they had decided after that first kiss that they were better off as friends) but also Harry (a slightly longer relationship, THREE dates and some snogs in the astronomy tower) but it just wasn't meant to be. Hermione remembered how they had laughingly broken up and given each other a hug, thankful that they were only friends again. She had moved on to Dean Thomas at that point, a very heated and passionate relationship that Harry and Ron still teased her about. Her thoughts were broken though by Willow's re-appearance into the room.
"Wills? You okay."� Xander said cautiously, helping his friend over to the couch.
"Xander, for the last time, I'm fine. I'm actually feeling a lot better now."� Willow rolled her eyes and turned on the couch to look at Hermione. "Hi. Who are you?"�
Hermione smiled brightly. "Hermione Granger. And you must be Willow Rosenberg. I'm from the Ministry."�
"Oh! How rude of me! You're the meeting! Have a seat, please."� Willow gestured to the couch next to her and Hermione took the seat next to the redhead, Xander moving to the armchair.
"So Wills, you remember back when we were 10 or so and my cousin Hermione and her family came to visit?"�
"Vaguely. It was a long time ago, but what does that have to do with"�oh!"� Willow clued in and turned to the woman sitting next to. "You're Xanders cousin? And a witch?"�
Hermione nodded. "Muggle born. I hadn't seen Xander for years. But, what with the war going on and all, it seemed important to reach out to the muggle communities that know about the wizarding world for help. That's why I'm here actually. I just didn't expect to meet my long lost cousin from America."�
Willow nodded sympathetically. "No one REALLY expects Xander, he's just a pleasant diversion from everyday life."�
"I think I'm offended,"� he teased.
Ignoring his comment, Willow continued. "A reasonable request though. What kind of big bad are you fighting?"�
"A dark lord. He can't seem to stay dead."� Hermione relaxed. It appeared that they might be receiving some help after all.

From the armchair, Xander snorted. "Been there, done that. There's a box of those T-shirts we mass produced too"�.."�

"Xander,"� Willow scolded. "Be nice to your cousin. She's not used to you quite yet, especially after all these years."� She turned the conversation back to Hermione. "So I assume you're asking others for help as well?"�

Hermione nodded "I have a meeting with Angelus O'Brien tomorrow, CEO of Wolfram and Hart."�

"Angel's in town?"� Willow exclaimed, turning to Xander again. "Xander, why didn't Giles tell us Angel was in town? We'll have to look him up at some point"�"�

"Wait, you know him?"� Hermione asked, perplexed.

"Know him? I re-souled him. You knew he was a vampire right?"�

Hermione shook her head no.

"Oh, well he is. Tell him Willow sent you and he'll do whatever you want."� Willow stood, an idea popping into her head. "Do you have the research on Voldemort finished yet? What am I saying, of course you do, I bet you're into the strategizing portion now right?"�

Hermione simply nodded affirmatively.

Willow nodded in return, walking to her desk and picking up the phone Xander had put back there. "What are you doing tonight about 5?"�

"Willow"�"� Xander growled threateningly. "You're busy tonight."�

"Oh, right. How about tomorrow night, same time, here at Council Headquarters?"�

Hermione thought for a moment. "That's fine with me. Why?"�

Willow didn't' answer her, instead, picking up the phone and dialling. She put the phone to her ear, waiting as it rang and then"�

"Hello? Angel? Willow here, heard you were in London"�well, you STILL should have looked us up"�no, Giles is in Cleveland for a week"�.yes, Xander and I are fine"�look, the reason I'm calling is that I know that you're meeting with the Ministry of Magic tomorrow"�.I was wondering if you were available to meet tomorrow evening at 5 instead of tomorrow morning"�.you can? Good. Here at Watcher Headquarters, 5 PM, you can take the tunnels"�.ok, thanks Angel, see you then"�"� Willow hung up. "Ok, it's all set, you bring your people, we're bring ours and we'll compare notes over dinner."�

Hermione looked shell-shocked. "That's it? You're just going to help us? Just like that?

Xander smiled gently. "It's okay Hermione. Everything's going to be fine. It's a different council. This one's actually here to help. And we want to help you. Besides, if this Voldemort guy started on the Muggle world, that would be bad right? Better to take him out now."�

Hermione sm at at this. It was going to be ok. She could feel it.
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