The Hogwarts Slayings
Rupert Giles hated all things library. If you were going to read a book, you needed to buy it and deal with it, not borrow it and return it in worse condition later. So Giles was fairly miserable as the librarian of Sunnydale high school (high school libraries—even worse!) But he was close to his slayer, even though she didn't really—what was the word he was searching for? —care.
Buffy walked in, her nose buried in a paperback. "My god," gasped Giles. "Are you actually reading?"
"I gave into peer pressure," Buffy said, holding up the third installment of Harry Potter. Giles wrinkled his nose. "It's really good. It's about all these little witches and wizards going to this cool school called Hogwarts with this great head master named Dumbledore, who is so not like Snyder—"
"Albus Dumbledore?" Giles said questioningly.
"How'd you know? Don't tell me you gave into the H-man, too. So, do you think Harry and Hermione will ever get together?"
"I've never read those things in my life. Say, what was the school called?"
"Hogwarts."
"Oh, dear." Giles said. "Round up the others, Buffy, we're going to have to go to England now."
"Why?" Asked Buffy.
"Because someone has infiltrated the magical school run by the Watcher's council."
"NO! You stupid prudish watchers are going to ruin this for thousands of young children by being behind it?"
"No one has to know, Buffy..."
Xander and Willow walked in, Oz right behind them.
"Hey! You finished the second book! Totally cool, wasn't it?" Willow exclaimed.
"Giles says Hogwarts is run by watchers." Buffy told them sadly. "And now we have to go stop who ever has found out all the secrets from destroying the school or some crap."
"You mean it's real? How come I don't get to go?" Asked Willow sadly.
"I don't think that they have Americans," Giles said, cleaning his glasses in a futile attempt to not see how dangerously close Oz's hand was to Willows rear end.
"You make it sound like we're a disease," said Buffy. She set her backpack on a table. "So, do we get to go on another field trip?"
"Oh, no," said Cordelia Chase. "Do I have to come? Because I really don't want to..."
"It's to England, snuggle bunny," Xander told her.
She squealed happily. "Count me in! How long do we get to miss school?"
Giles sighed. He had five hyperactive high school students all rip roarin' ready to go, and he hadn't exactly planned on taking them. "Well, I wasn't thinking that this was going to be a group effort..."
"Aw, c'mon, Giles-y. Besides, it's more convincing if you take more then one student." Buffy pleaded. Giles sighed again, very deeply this time.
"Alright, you all can go."
The scoobies jumped up and down happily. Giles just knew he was going to regret this.
***
Meanwhile, in England, a fifth year student named Harry Potter and his friends were on their way to class. Harry was, indeed, very famous, but Giles, as not assigned to this particular project, had heard little about him.
"Can you believe that Professor Snape took away more house points?" Asked Harry.
"Neville needs to learn to stop melting his cauldron," Harry's friend Ron Weasley grumbled.
They past headmaster Dumbledore in the hall and overheard a most interesting conversation.
"Yes, Mr. Giles," the headmaster was saying, "we took them as little more then coincidence. We never learned what they were about. Oh, yes, Mr. Potter is everything the books make him out to be... What? You're on your way with the Slayer and her... what? Scoobies? All right... yes, I look forward to your arrival... yes... Goodbye, Mr. Giles." Dumbledore appeared to be talking on the muggle invention known as the cell phone.
"I wonder what that was about," Harry said, hearing his name.
"What are Scoobies? Or Slayers? Oh, no, I hope we're not going to be tested on them!" Hermione hurried off to the library to look up information on scoobies and slayers.
"This sure is strange," observed Ron, but thought very little of it since most things were strange at Hogwarts.
Rupert Giles hated all things library. If you were going to read a book, you needed to buy it and deal with it, not borrow it and return it in worse condition later. So Giles was fairly miserable as the librarian of Sunnydale high school (high school libraries—even worse!) But he was close to his slayer, even though she didn't really—what was the word he was searching for? —care.
Buffy walked in, her nose buried in a paperback. "My god," gasped Giles. "Are you actually reading?"
"I gave into peer pressure," Buffy said, holding up the third installment of Harry Potter. Giles wrinkled his nose. "It's really good. It's about all these little witches and wizards going to this cool school called Hogwarts with this great head master named Dumbledore, who is so not like Snyder—"
"Albus Dumbledore?" Giles said questioningly.
"How'd you know? Don't tell me you gave into the H-man, too. So, do you think Harry and Hermione will ever get together?"
"I've never read those things in my life. Say, what was the school called?"
"Hogwarts."
"Oh, dear." Giles said. "Round up the others, Buffy, we're going to have to go to England now."
"Why?" Asked Buffy.
"Because someone has infiltrated the magical school run by the Watcher's council."
"NO! You stupid prudish watchers are going to ruin this for thousands of young children by being behind it?"
"No one has to know, Buffy..."
Xander and Willow walked in, Oz right behind them.
"Hey! You finished the second book! Totally cool, wasn't it?" Willow exclaimed.
"Giles says Hogwarts is run by watchers." Buffy told them sadly. "And now we have to go stop who ever has found out all the secrets from destroying the school or some crap."
"You mean it's real? How come I don't get to go?" Asked Willow sadly.
"I don't think that they have Americans," Giles said, cleaning his glasses in a futile attempt to not see how dangerously close Oz's hand was to Willows rear end.
"You make it sound like we're a disease," said Buffy. She set her backpack on a table. "So, do we get to go on another field trip?"
"Oh, no," said Cordelia Chase. "Do I have to come? Because I really don't want to..."
"It's to England, snuggle bunny," Xander told her.
She squealed happily. "Count me in! How long do we get to miss school?"
Giles sighed. He had five hyperactive high school students all rip roarin' ready to go, and he hadn't exactly planned on taking them. "Well, I wasn't thinking that this was going to be a group effort..."
"Aw, c'mon, Giles-y. Besides, it's more convincing if you take more then one student." Buffy pleaded. Giles sighed again, very deeply this time.
"Alright, you all can go."
The scoobies jumped up and down happily. Giles just knew he was going to regret this.
***
Meanwhile, in England, a fifth year student named Harry Potter and his friends were on their way to class. Harry was, indeed, very famous, but Giles, as not assigned to this particular project, had heard little about him.
"Can you believe that Professor Snape took away more house points?" Asked Harry.
"Neville needs to learn to stop melting his cauldron," Harry's friend Ron Weasley grumbled.
They past headmaster Dumbledore in the hall and overheard a most interesting conversation.
"Yes, Mr. Giles," the headmaster was saying, "we took them as little more then coincidence. We never learned what they were about. Oh, yes, Mr. Potter is everything the books make him out to be... What? You're on your way with the Slayer and her... what? Scoobies? All right... yes, I look forward to your arrival... yes... Goodbye, Mr. Giles." Dumbledore appeared to be talking on the muggle invention known as the cell phone.
"I wonder what that was about," Harry said, hearing his name.
"What are Scoobies? Or Slayers? Oh, no, I hope we're not going to be tested on them!" Hermione hurried off to the library to look up information on scoobies and slayers.
"This sure is strange," observed Ron, but thought very little of it since most things were strange at Hogwarts.