Disclaimer: I own Mahogany Rowan Parks, but that's it. Joss Whedon (I think
I spelled that right) and JKR own it all. I just steal them and make no
money...muahaha! So EVIL!!!
Summary: HP/BTVS x-over. Glory, Buffy&Co. and friend of Dawn's all end up in the wizarding world. Surprisingly, Dawn's friend is the most important.
This starts right after Tara goes insane. Willow and Tara were at the park with Willow hugging Tara and the rest of the Co. were in their various positions. Dawn I think was at school, so that's why her friend is with her. I wasn't sure exactly what month it was, so I made it July.
Glory Days
Chapter One: Chased
"WEASLEY!" came a loud roar from the top floor of the Burrow.
"The battle cry of Potter," Fred said, tilting his chair back onto two legs and smirking at his twin.
"GIVE. ME. BACK. MY. BROOMSTICK!"
"I have no idea what you are talking of, brother dear," George called.
A loud snarling noise came from the room Harry and Ginny shared at the very top of the Burrow and Harry came stomping down the stairs.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LIGHTNINGBOLT?!" he bellowed.
"Simply made a few...improvements," Fred snickered.
Harry roared like a lion and lunged for the twins, who immediately ran as fast as they could into the living room.
"It's under the couch," George panted calmly, like trying to convince an angry bull to back down. "I'll just reach under and get it. See? My other hand is up."
"If you've harmed a single twig...," Harry growled.
"You'll hang, draw, and quarter us before hexing our remains to all corners of the universe," Fred completed.
Harry growled again and Fred jumped. George, smirking, held out Harry's LightningBolt.
Villagers in Ottery St. Catchpole later swore that they had heard the bellow of an angry bull.
"YOU'VE MANGLED MY BROOMSTICK!"
"Oh dear," Fred whispered. "This went rather wrong."
"You could say that again."
Then they ran.
"YOU IMMATURE, PRANKING WEASELS!"
"Why thank you, Harry." George beamed. "I like to think of myself as having the soul of a five-year-old."
Harry bellowed again. George shut up. They bolted out the door, around the kitchen coop, to the side of the house and shinnied up the drainpipe to the roof.
"It's...it's...," Harry stammered, mournfully looking at the broom still clutched in his hand.
"Pink?" Fred offered helpfully.
"Exactly."
The twins had gotten ahold of Harry's LightningBolt, the newest in the Firebolt series, and made it entirely, vivid, neon pink.
Mrs. Weasley poked her head out the door and looked up. Her eyebrows dove downward like hawks.
"GET DOWN!" she yelled. "Harry, why is your broomstick pink?" She immediately glared at her sons. "When I get up there..."
"I'll take care of it," Harry said hopefully.
"Nonsense. I'm their mother therefore hold the right to be the one to Obliviate every prank charm those two know."
Harry sighed heavily and slid down the drainpipe and left his brothers-in- law to Mrs. Weasley. Ginny was in the kitchen. She raised her eyebrows at him.
"What was that about?"
Harry held out his broom for an answer. "Your brothers," he growled, "have destroyed my new broom."
"Can I break their noses?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"Your mother might."
"Wasn't all that a bit...much?"
"It was my broomstick! My brand new, very expensive, international standard broom!"
"That was named for you," Ginny added deviously.
Harry groaned. "Ginny!"
The Firebolt Corporation had come out with their new broom a short time after Harry defeated Voldemort, and therefore named it the LightningBolt in honor of his scar. The Weasleys found this very amusing and missed no opportunities to tell Harry so. Harry's wife, Ginny, certainly didn't.
"Yes, I do. You turn a quite fetching shade of red. Nowhere near mine or Ron's, though."
In the middle of another blush, nine people suddenly appeared in the middle of the kitchen.
Summary: HP/BTVS x-over. Glory, Buffy&Co. and friend of Dawn's all end up in the wizarding world. Surprisingly, Dawn's friend is the most important.
This starts right after Tara goes insane. Willow and Tara were at the park with Willow hugging Tara and the rest of the Co. were in their various positions. Dawn I think was at school, so that's why her friend is with her. I wasn't sure exactly what month it was, so I made it July.
Glory Days
Chapter One: Chased
"WEASLEY!" came a loud roar from the top floor of the Burrow.
"The battle cry of Potter," Fred said, tilting his chair back onto two legs and smirking at his twin.
"GIVE. ME. BACK. MY. BROOMSTICK!"
"I have no idea what you are talking of, brother dear," George called.
A loud snarling noise came from the room Harry and Ginny shared at the very top of the Burrow and Harry came stomping down the stairs.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LIGHTNINGBOLT?!" he bellowed.
"Simply made a few...improvements," Fred snickered.
Harry roared like a lion and lunged for the twins, who immediately ran as fast as they could into the living room.
"It's under the couch," George panted calmly, like trying to convince an angry bull to back down. "I'll just reach under and get it. See? My other hand is up."
"If you've harmed a single twig...," Harry growled.
"You'll hang, draw, and quarter us before hexing our remains to all corners of the universe," Fred completed.
Harry growled again and Fred jumped. George, smirking, held out Harry's LightningBolt.
Villagers in Ottery St. Catchpole later swore that they had heard the bellow of an angry bull.
"YOU'VE MANGLED MY BROOMSTICK!"
"Oh dear," Fred whispered. "This went rather wrong."
"You could say that again."
Then they ran.
"YOU IMMATURE, PRANKING WEASELS!"
"Why thank you, Harry." George beamed. "I like to think of myself as having the soul of a five-year-old."
Harry bellowed again. George shut up. They bolted out the door, around the kitchen coop, to the side of the house and shinnied up the drainpipe to the roof.
"It's...it's...," Harry stammered, mournfully looking at the broom still clutched in his hand.
"Pink?" Fred offered helpfully.
"Exactly."
The twins had gotten ahold of Harry's LightningBolt, the newest in the Firebolt series, and made it entirely, vivid, neon pink.
Mrs. Weasley poked her head out the door and looked up. Her eyebrows dove downward like hawks.
"GET DOWN!" she yelled. "Harry, why is your broomstick pink?" She immediately glared at her sons. "When I get up there..."
"I'll take care of it," Harry said hopefully.
"Nonsense. I'm their mother therefore hold the right to be the one to Obliviate every prank charm those two know."
Harry sighed heavily and slid down the drainpipe and left his brothers-in- law to Mrs. Weasley. Ginny was in the kitchen. She raised her eyebrows at him.
"What was that about?"
Harry held out his broom for an answer. "Your brothers," he growled, "have destroyed my new broom."
"Can I break their noses?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"Your mother might."
"Wasn't all that a bit...much?"
"It was my broomstick! My brand new, very expensive, international standard broom!"
"That was named for you," Ginny added deviously.
Harry groaned. "Ginny!"
The Firebolt Corporation had come out with their new broom a short time after Harry defeated Voldemort, and therefore named it the LightningBolt in honor of his scar. The Weasleys found this very amusing and missed no opportunities to tell Harry so. Harry's wife, Ginny, certainly didn't.
"Yes, I do. You turn a quite fetching shade of red. Nowhere near mine or Ron's, though."
In the middle of another blush, nine people suddenly appeared in the middle of the kitchen.
