Hey guys! So_Changeable again! I made this chapter kinda really long to make up for my procrastination in general, hope you enjoy it!

I woke up at a long table.

What? What the fu -?

“WILLOW!” Several people screamed.

“PEOPLE!” I screamed back.

“Thank God you’re awake,” The girl at the head of the table said pointedly. My jaw dropped.

“LUCY WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Shut up, Willow. We need to talk.” She rolled her eyes and tossed her dark red curls out of her face. It fell straight back, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Are you guys even real? Or am I dreaming?” I said, glancing around the table.

There was an odd assortment of teenage girls. Some were in their late teens, some much younger, but they sat there together as though they were all good friends who went way back. It reminded me oddly of Ruby’s orphanage.

“You’re dreaming about dreaming in a dream, you fucking idiot,” someone spat. It was Soxy, who was lying on his back in the middle of the table. Okay. That doesn’t make sense. Cool.

“Thank you, Soxy,” Lucy said very proper-like, and I nearly laughed at how serious she looked. Like she owed Soxy her life by explaining something that didn’t make sense by making even less sense.

“Who are you guys?” I asked cautiously, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair.

“We’re Lucy, Tia, Sophie, Shannon, Seraphina, Rezi, Rebecca, Phina, Oce, Olivia, Molly, Nikki, Mija, Cordi, Laurel, Lexie, Kyle, Kyla, Khadija, Kaylee, Kate, Julie, Gred-Forge, Emmie, Chloe, Bee, Chance, Ally, Annika, Abby, Alex, and Okie,” They all said in unison.

“There is no way in hell I’m going to remember all of that. What can I call you all at the same time?”

“Willow’s Allies,” they all said in unison again.

“I have allies? Cool.” I said nodding my head but not understanding a thing.

“Hey, Willow?” one girl piped up, “You should introduce Ginny and Hedwig. I think they’d really hit it off.”

“ALLY STOP IT!” A ginger girl groaned. “I just wanted a comic con opinion! Gidwig will never happen.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT, OKIE!” Ally sobbed hysterically.

“At least I’m actually accomplishing things,” Rezi said, rolling her eyes. “Soxy here actually got through to Willow. Soxy, repeat your message, if you would.”

Soxy cleared his throat.

“WILLOW FUCKING TREE,” he began, and Seraphina launched herself across the table, slapping her hand over his mouth.

“What is happening,” I sighed, and Lucy smirked. “Why am I here?”

“Believe it or not, Willow,” a person said, I think her name was Okie (what the fuck), “You actually get a say in your fate.”

“What- Wait. My fate?”

“Yes,” Chloe said dramatically, “We are the circle of allies that decide every event of your life. It doesn’t matter what you want usually. But we’re making an exception.”

“So you’re like… God?”

“No,” Okie said irritably. “God is-”

“NO RANTING OKIE!” practically everyone at the table screamed in unison. Okie randomly hid under the table and everyone kind of left her there as if it was normal.

Like…

Like llama normal.

“Emmie!” Lucy said suddenly. “Where did you put the thing?”

“Which thing?” Emmie said back nervously, fiddling with her hair.

“The first thing, obviously,” Phina said matter of factly.

“Well she might not know what that is,” said Kyle, the literally only guy besides Soxy in the room.

“The Willow Thing,” Lucy clarified, and Emmie’s eyes brightened immediately.

“Yeah, I’ve got that thing!”

She pulled out a file and smiled cheerily, practically frisbee throwing it towards Lucy’s face, and Lucy caught it a centimeter away from her forehead, not even looking.

Show off.

With your…

Your file catching abilities.

“So in what way do I get to decide?”

“Just wait,” Lucy said impatiently, flicking through the random papers.

Suddenly Ally peeked under the table and giggled.

“What?”

“She fell asleep,” she explained, and everyone immediately looked under the table.

Okie was sprawled out face down on the ground sleeping.

Everyone went back to talking about random things like Shrek and Gidwig and Harry’s lack of a wand. All of which confused me so I awkwardly went into fetal position on my chair.

“WILLOW.”

“YES.”

“I FOUND YOUR OPTIONS.”

“WHICH ARE?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t find them,” she said smiling, chucking the files behind her carelessly.

“Why the fucking fuckburger am I here then?”

“We want to explain things,” Daisy piped up, pulling out a random pudding cup and eating it in like two seconds.

“Good, explain them.”

“You probably want to know how Soxy’s message got through to you from our dimension.”

“Bingo.”

“Well it didn’t.”

“Okay.”

“Soxy has somehow been able to cross between dimensions. He really was with Hermione both times,” Annika explained. “Our dimension is a bit more difficult to cross through. He has to cross through when you’re sleeping, but when you’re really zoned out he can sometimes get a word or two in.”

“Okay.”

“So you’re dreaming right now. But that doesn’t mean it’s not real,” Chance clarified.

“Cool.”

“Any questions?”

“Two.”

“Okay…”

“First of all, how the fuck do I get back to the original universe? And second, do you guys have any pancakes? Third, what happened to the marauders?”

“That’s three, dickwad. But to answer your first question, you need to find the man who gave you the vortex manipulator in the first place. We’ve… uh… you could say, misplaced him. To answer your second question, no.”

“Fuck. What about the third one?”

“You remember when you woke up in this dimension, and you heard screaming?”

“Yeah…”

“That was-”

“FUCK NO IT WAS NOT SHILLY.”

“Actually, it was Sirius. You randomly turned into millions of pixels right before their eyes. But to them, it looked like you were being skinned alive, then disappeared.”

“Oh shit. Where are they now?”

“Depends on what you mean by ‘now’. In their timestream they’re in hiding. While you are currently dreaming ten years ahead of them in a different dimension.”

“In hiding from..?”

“From Lord Voldemort,” Rezi said cheerfully.

“SHIT. Is it October 31st?”

“Yeah.”

“I have to save them.”

“Well… Maybe not.”

“What do you mean?”

“You told them almost everything. They’ve been warned about this. They might get through it, maybe escape.”

“Or they’ll all die an epic gory death and meet their untimely end.”

“Willow, you’ll be fine. You just need to trust us and Soxy to get you through this. Okay?” Lucy spat. I blinked repeatedly as the room went out of focus.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh. Shit,” Julie, Kate, Alex, Emmie, and Gred-Forge said at the same exact time.

“We’re losing you,” Olivia, Nikki, Molly Laurel, Abby, and Lexi wailed simultaneously, and their voices sort of started to fade away.

“Find the Doctor, Willow!” Said Lucy, Ally, and Okie all at once.

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I jolted awake, my eyes snapping open.

“What is it, Willow?” Shilly asked anxiously from the door.

“What do you mean?”

“You screamed that Okie was a sleepwalker and then woke up and started continuously cussing about how Ginny and Hedwig will never be a thing,” she laughed nervously.

“Oh.”

“Are you alright, Willow?” she asked, sitting on the bed next to me.

“No,” I said immediately, “I just want this to be real.”

“This is real, honey. You just got a scare, that’s all,” she said, rubbing my back soothingly.

“No it’s not,” I blurted. “I’m in the wrong dimension! It might be real here but it’s not where I’m from!”

“Honey, that was just a dream,” she said impatiently.

“Whatever.”

“Willow, what can I do? What do you need?” she pleaded.

I sat there in silence for a moment or seven.

“I need The Doctor,” I said seriously, and she stared at me wide eyed.

…

…

…

…

“Are you feeling nauseous?” she said, confused, and I groaned, rolling over and going back to sleep.

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“Willow! Time to wake up!”

“NO,” I groaned, rolling over and yanking the sheet over my head.

Suddenly I was on the floor being tickled incessantly, and I burst into a fit of giggles. WHAT THE FUCK I SOUND LIKE THREE WHEN I GIGGLE.

“Harry?!” I gasped as the tickling ceased.

“Heya, sis,” he laughed, pulling me up off of the floor. I randomly hugged him and he sort of awkwardly laughed.

“Why did you wake me up?”

“Because I felt like it.”

“Okay. Why aren’t you at hogwarts?”

“It’s Christmas.”

“OH.”

“Yeah.”

“Wait a second…” This would have been the year I went home with the Malfoys and almost died.

“What is it, Wil?”

“Have you met a kid named Draco Malfoy?”

“Oh yeah!” he said suddenly. “He’s kind of…”

“Kind of what?”

“He’s kind of sad, all the time. He always talks about how he had a sister but his parents gave her away to a man in a blue box. He’s a little bit crazy.”

My eyes widened.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD

“HARRY YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME TO MEET DRACO!” I yelled, shaking him by the collar.

“Okay, okay! Bloody hell, Willow,” he said, bewildered, before leading me to the living room.

“About time you were up,” Shilly said.

“Mum, can WIllow and I take a visit to the Malfoys?”

“As long as you keep the network open.”

I gaped at how fine she was with that.

“Okay.”

He grabbed the small jar of floo powder off of the mantel of our fireplace, and gave me a handful, before grabbing a handful himself.

I insisted on going first, stepping into the fireplace.

“MALFOY MANOR!” I said loudly, dropping the powder into the coals.

I coughed, attempting to not fall over. And I failed, falling onto a really nice plushy rug and pretty much getting ashes everywhere.

“Oi!”

I bolted to my feet, glancing around wildly.

“What-”

“What are you doing in my house!”

I snapped my head towards the source of the noise. A silhouette was in the doorway, and I could make out the shape of a wand pointed straight at me.

“Draco?” I coughed, putting my hands up to show I was unarmed.

“How do you know my name?” he said, trying to sound threatening.

Dammit, Harry. Where are you?

“I-”

“Wait a second…”

Suddenly the room was filled with light.

Draco was different.

He didn’t have the proud stature I was used to. His hair was sort of ruffled and messy instead of slicked back. But honestly? He looked like a puppy who was always kicked.

I glanced down at myself, covered in soot. I ruffled my hair, getting rid of the ashy color, and I wiped most of the soot off of my face, stepping towards him.

“Who are you?” he said shakily, not lowering his wand. I pushed my hair out of my face and stepped into the light, and his eyes widened in recognition.

“My name is Willow. Willow Malfoy Potter Tree.”

The moment was ruined by the sound of Harry flopping onto the carpet, coughing up ashes.

So if you could maybe possibly follow me that’d be lovely! Main user is So_Changeable, Alt is Okie_Dokie_Loki! My name is Sami but I was tired when I wrote this so the Allies member based off of me is Okie. I don’t really know why. But whatever.

Yeah.

I think deadly_beautiful is writing next. Possibly. Yeah.

Bye.

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Ninja here, Sorry this took forever it is 100% my fault. My internet has been out and my phone wouldn't let me update. Thanks Sami! :)