Coffee Black and Egg White

Lady Chipmunk

Pairing: Willow/Snape/Lucius
Rating: PG-13, maybe R-ish? I'm not good with ratings.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made. For that you'd have to talk to Joss or Rowlings
Author Note: The title is taken from the Counting Crows song "Colorblind" Also, this is AU after the end of season six.

Summary: Willow has lost herself to the Dark Arts. Now she can either turn to the one to save her or the one to condemn her….

Willow didn't know where she was going. Hell, she didn't know where she was. She just knew she had to get away from them, her friends, the people she had tried to kill. The people who couldn't look her in the face anymore, who sometimes treated her like a criminal and other times like she wasn't even human. The people who had refused her when she got off the plane, when she had come to help.

Giles had said it would be hard. He had told her that they might not accept her. Even he hadn't counted on their reception though. Buffy had met her at the airport, hugged her like the old friends they were. It wasn't until they were out of the bustling plaza and at Buffy's house that it all happened. Buffy had hit her. 

Hard. 

When Willow awoke, the entire left side of her face one big bruise, it was to find Xander watching her. He didn't speak. He looked sad. Maybe he would have said something, but then Dawn walked in.

"So you're awake. Good. This will hurt then." And the girl had slapped her right across the bruise.

"Dawn—" Willow had tried to say.

"Shut up! We know, Willow. We know why you're here. Did you really think any of us would fall for your poor little addict routine again." The teenager had laughed drily. "Giles called us. Told us what was really happening. Buffy's going to kill you. I hope it hurts." And then she was gone.

Willow looked to Xander with wide eyes, confused about what was happening. He wouldn't look at her. All he would say was "Sorry, Wills. Sorry, I wasn't enough to save you." Then he was gone too, leaving her alone, chained to a chair in the room she had once shared with Tara.

It was too much. The magic came, scalding and icy, and try as she might she couldn't control it. Then she was here, in this dark street. Somewhere.

She'd bee wandering now for a bit, but nothing looked familiar. She wasn't even sure she was in the right dimension. At least, she wasn't until she heard someone speak her name.

"Willow Rosenberg?"

She turned. Standing before her was a beautiful man with ice like blue-tinted glass and hair a silvery-blonde she had thought only existed in fairy tales.

"Yes?" she said, her voice wavering.

"My lord wishes to see you. If you'll come with me?"

"Who are you?" she asked, taking in his finely cut, if somewhat odd, attire, and the elegant silver and black came.

"My name is Lucius Malfoy. I serve Lord Voldemort. We wish to help."

"Help what?" she asked, her voice breaking this time.

"Why help protect you and your friends from Dumbledore. We had assumed you knew." The look of shock and compassion seemed genuine, and yet she could have sworn it didn't reach his eyes.

"Who's Dumbledore? Knew what?"

"Dumbledore is a wizard. He's trying to build an empire to his power. Recently, he started targeting a mystical convergence in America. He's using the power he gets to manipulate people there. We were quite relieved to find you had managed to escape."

"So, this Dumbledore, he's why everyone was acting so weird?"

It almost made sense, and she had known something was happening.

"Yes. Now, please, we need your help, Miss. Rosenberg. We can't stop him without you." This time she had no doubt of the sincerity in the man's words. She just nodded and followed as he led the way.

TBC...