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Rating: 12 (I'm using the British system.)
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Spoilers: Set just after two years after my story 'The Hearing.' Sequel to
The Offer
Summary: Willow's completed her supervision order and is a free woman now. Or is she?
"Cornelius, you agreed to let me handle things." The older wizard seemed to be glowing with power.
"You seemed too slow." The other answered.
Dumbledore and the Minster argued for an hour. Willow just drank some more vodka thankful that the elder wizard could release her from the spell.
The redhead switched on her television and turned up the volume.
"Fine!" Cornelius Fudge yelled. "You deal with her then. But don't say I didn't warn you." The wizard stormed off.
"Shut the door on your way out." Willow shouted after him.
"Miss Rosenberg." Professor Dumbledore began. "I'm terribly . . "
"I don't want to hear it." Willow snapped. "I was seriously considering doing you job. Now I don't think I want it."
"You know he could force you." The old man spoke. "I wouldn't want them to do that to you."
"Do want zap me with a spell." Willow stood. "You need all your wits to hack a system now days. That means the ability to think."
"That's why I've got Cornelius to agree to a few things." The wizard sat down. "The first being no more toying with you. You will be well paid and get to keep the system."
"There's a but, coming." Willow paced.
"It's to be done at Hogwarts." The bomb shell.
Willow stopped.
"Hear me out." He raised a hand. "You'll have your own space. You don't have to be in the school just in the grounds. No one apart from me and Hagrid have to know you are there."
"I suppose that's the best deal I'm going to get." She was bitter. "It's better than having your brains hexed. You have deal."
The End