I Apologise for the bad title.
Disclaimer: Harry potter belongs to J.K Rowling (brilliant woman, gotta love her) and Buffy belongs to the genius that is Joss Whedon and his whole wicked crew.
Notes: Buffy becomes a slayer when she is eleven, I know its young, but it had to fit with harry and his gang, so sorry if it causes problems. Angel will probably crop up somewhere, stealthy as usual, but I don't know if buff and angel will date and stuff.
I don't actually know where this is going, this fic was written ages ago, so I cant remember what I was going to do with it, but ill get it back on its feet again, cos I already written 50 pages.
Sorry for all the babbling and rambling. Please review!
1. Beginnings
16th March in California, LA
Buffy Summers walked quickly down the busy main road, bags hanging from her arms. She had gone on a rather expensive shopping trip that day, spending daddy's money. She was only eleven years old, but her parents trusted her to go out on her own as long as she was back by dusk and if a cop was nearby. Buffy had moaned and protested about this rule, telling her parents that her friends were allowed to stay out till eight. Buffy knew that this wasn't true, her friends had to be back by six every day, but that didn't matter, she was eleven years old for goodness sake! She was perfectly mature enough to stay out late. She had never won the argument about her curfew times, but she still had a major rant about it once a week to her mother. Buffy rounded the corner and bumped in a large man with brown hair and a small moustache.
"Buffy Summers." The man drawled in an English accent. Buffy froze, gazing at the man wondering if she should run or stay still.
"How do you know who I am?" She asked, getting ready to run.
"I have to talk to you, it is very important." The man said, leading the small blond into a near coffee shop. Buffy went with the man, she was a friendly girl, and all the rules about not talking to strangers were forgotten.
"What about?" She said sweetly, sitting on a small round table.
"I'm John Sayer, from the Watcher's council in England."
**
Three months later, LA.
Buffy casually walked down the stairs, the ends of her pajama bottoms trailing along the steps behind her. She walked into the kitchen where her mother, Joyce Summers, was making toast.
"Morning sweetie." Joyce said, as Buffy kissed her mother on her cheek. Buffy mumbled something which Joyce couldn't understand and flopped down on the breakfast chair, slumping in her seat, her eyes threatening to close. Buffy was the slayer, she had been for three months. Her watcher, John Sayer had been an annoying English man, dressed every day in that disgusting tweed. John Sayer, however had died five days ago, killed by a vampire right in front of Buffy. She still couldn't get the picture of John's dead face out of her mind, every time she closed her eyes; he would appear, glassy eyes staring right into her blue ones, puncture marks at the side of his neck.
"Morning Buffy." Her father said, entering the kitchen. He sat down immediately, casting a disappointed look at Buffy. Buffy sighed; her parents still hadn't forgiven her for that teeny weenie fire at her school. Her parents didn't know about vampires, and the fact that she was the slayer, so they couldn't understand that she had gotten into fights at school with larger boys who picked on smaller ones, they didn't understand when she came home late at night, her clothes ripped and dirty, and they certainly didn't understand that she had to set fire to the school gym. Her mother and father had been both ashamed also when Buffy was arrested on account of John's murder. Because the cops had no evidence, they had to let Buffy go, but most of her friends and teachers were still wary of her, and her parents hardly talked about it, only asking occasionally if Buffy knew anything. Buffy couldn't tell anyone the truth, that there had been vampires in the school and that vampires had killed John, and as a result, she had gotten expelled. Her mother was being nicer about it than her dad, her dad kept on giving her lectures about vandalism and punishments, while her mother had just said that she was disappointed, and that she had expected better from Buffy. Her parents were now in a worry about where she would go to school, and they had had an argument about it the night before.
"There's a letter for you Buffy." Her father said, holding out the yellow envelope. Buffy took it curiously, reading the emerald green writing on the front.
Miss B. Summers 12 Crescent Drives LA California USA.
She opened it, pulling out the letter and reading it out loud.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
Dear Miss Summers, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. As you may not know, you are a witch, and as there are no schools in California for witches, we have decided to accept you to our school. Please find a list enclosed of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your letter no later than 31st July.
Yours Sincerely Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress."
Buffy finished, staring bewildered at her equally astonished parents. Her mother was the first to speak.
"Sounds like a good idea."
**
28th of August, Heathrow Airport, Terminal 3.
Buffy stepped out of the airport into the warm air. She cast a look around her, taking in the cute black taxis and the large car park in front of her. Her parents came out behind her, pushing a trolley with Buffy's luggage on it. Buffy herself had a trolley carrying more of her luggage and a small suitcase belonging to her parents. Her father hauled a taxi and loaded the entire luggage onto it. Once everyone and everything was in the taxi, her father gave the address and they set off. The journey took them into central London, so Buffy could see Hyde Park, Marble Arch and Oxford and Regent street. Before long they had arrived at a small bookshop. The Summers got out and paid the driver. They turned to the Leaky Cauldron, a grimy small pub. They walked inside and were greeted with the smell of butter and pipe smoke. The pub was small and dark, a couple of witches grouped around a small table, a bottle of whiskey in the middle of it. An old wizard stood at the bar, drowning his sorrows in a large pint of beer. A large roaring fire blazed from an open fireplace in the corner. Buffy turned to the barman, a toothy smile greeting her. She smiled back and walked to the man.
"Hi, we have reservations for Summers."
**
30th August, Leaky Cauldron, London. Her room was nice and cozy, a single bed with deep red covers and a wooden frame. The wardrobe was a large antique one, and the bathroom was nice and quaint. The most interesting thing was the dresser, with a large mirror that talked back to you when you looked at it. Buffy dressed in her knee length skirt and red spaghetti top. She smiled at herself in the mirror, pleased at her reflection. Her blonde wavy hair shaped her oval pale face, her blue eyes sparkled, her figure was thin and muscular, the body of a slayer. Her watcher had told her that she was the youngest slayer in history, and he had been surprised that Buffy had lasted for more than a week.
"You look beautiful dear." The mirror said sleepily. Buffy grinned and skipped out of her room, the supply list that she needed for Hogwarts and her money in her bag. She galloped down the stairs to be greeted by Tom, the innkeeper and the barman she had met the first night.
"Hey Buffy, what you doing today?" Tom said, polishing his glasses and setting them on the hooks that were nailed on the frame above him.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley." Buffy said, sitting down in front of him.
"By yourself?" Tom asked curiously. Buffy nodded a smile on her face. It quickly turned into a frown.
"My parents are going sightseeing. Uh, how do I get to Diagon Alley?" She asked, blushing at her ignorance. Tom smiled his familiar crooked smile, glancing fondly at the girl. Buffy had a certain quality that was completely likeable, she was confident, friendly and bubbly. Her parents however, were quite unusual. Her mother, even though she was pretty and bubbly like Buffy, was completely subdued around her husband. Hank was a tall intimidating man, and he seemed not to care about Buffy, or his wife. From what Buffy had told him, her parents were arguing a lot, about her, and usually, the arguments ended with Joyce in tears.
"How about I send someone with you?" Tom said, snapping out of his thoughts.
"Who would want to take me?" Buffy asked. Tom winked at the girl.
"Lots of people would be glad to take you my dear girl." Tom said. Buffy smiled an uplifting smile that caused Tom to grin even more. Catching sight of a large man entering the pub, he called out to him, and the man neared Buffy and Tom. The man was large, about 9ft tall. His brown hair was tangled around his face, his beard covering his mouth and his beady dark eyes sparkled behind his shaggy mane. Buffy stared in amazement at the man, her jaw almost hitting the floor.
"Hagrid mate, what you doing today?" Tom asked, grinning at Buffy's reaction.
"Nofing mate, why d'ya ask?" Hagrid replied.
"Can you take Buffy around Diagon Alley; she has to get her things for Hogwarts." Tom said, jerking his head to the small girl. Hagrid peered down at the girl and smiled.
"Yer first year I take it?" Hagrid said, grinning at the girl. Buffy nodded, smiling at the friendly man.
"I'm Buffy, nice to meet you." She said, sticking out her hand. Hagrid shook it, his grip gentle and soft.
"Nice to meet yer too Buffy. Yer got yer money?" Buffy nodded, holding up her bag and shaking it, wizard money jingling. "Righ', see yer later Tom." Hagrid said, walking to the back door.
"Bye Tom!" Buffy said loudly, waving at him and following Hagrid out of the door. The odd looking pair stepped out into a sun filled courtyard, rubbish lying in heaps at the corners and weeds growing widely near the wall. Buffy stopped as soon as she caught sight of the large red brick wall. "Uh- Hagrid, that's a wall. How we supposed to get to Diagon Alley?" She asked, confusion written deep in her face. Hagrid just chuckled and took out a pink umbrella and pointed at the wall.
"Three up...Two across." Hagrid muttered, tapping on the bricks with his umbrella. The brick wriggled in its place and moved, the surrounding bricks moving with it. Buffy watched in amazement as the bricks moved back to form a perfect archway. "Welcome to Diagon Alley." Hagrid said, walking through the archway.
Buffy followed him, her mouth open in astonishment. It was amazing, the long street was packed with witches and wizards, bustling busily around with bags in their hands. There were shops selling everything, cauldrons, potions, ingredients which was packaged in large or small glass bottles, the contents disgusting and slimy looking. There was a large group of young boys and girls crowded around a window, all gossiping about the Nimbus Two Thousand. Buffy and Hagrid stopped outside a large shop, blinds drawn over the window and the gold peeling letters over the wooden door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.
Buffy walked in first, greeted by an old musty smell and a large shelf that reached up to the ceiling stacked with small boxes.
"Good morning." A soft voice said from a corner. The man appeared out of the shadow, old, white hair sticking out in different directions from his head. Despite his appearance, Buffy got the feeling that the man was of importance and was respected greatly.
"Hi." Buffy said nervously, shifting from foot to foot under the curious gaze of the man. The bell above the door tinkled again, and Hagrid stepped in.
"Morning Hagrid." Mr. Ollivander said in the same soft voice that sent shivers done Buffy's spine.
"Mornin' Mr. Ollivander." Hagrid greeted, a nervous smile appearing from behind his bushy hair.
"I trust Mr. Potter got home all right?" Mr. Ollivander, referring to the small boy that Hagrid had brought in almost a month ago. Hagrid nodded. Mr. Ollivander smiled and then turned back to Buffy.
"What wand hand are you miss?" He said, taking out his measuring tape from his waistcoat pocket.
"Uh... I'm right handed if that's what you mean." Buffy said, sticking out her right arm. Mr. Ollivander smiled and measured her arm. When he finished, he walked over to one of the shelves and took out a small box.
"Try this one, nine inches, dragon heartstring. Made of pewter." He said, removing the wand and placing it in Buffy's hand. Buffy took it, feeling rather stupid when nothing happened.
"Give it a wave." Hagrid said. Buffy did so, feeling even more stupid when still, nothing happened. Mr. Ollivander took the wand from Buffy and placed it on his desk. He then picked up another wand and gave it to Buffy.
"Ten inches, unicorn hair, slightly more powerful than the dragon heartstring." He said. Buffy gave it another wave, and still nothing happened. "Hmm, curious." Mr. Ollivander said. Buffy tried more and more wands, the pile on the desk growing more and more.
"Hmm, tricky customer. Hasn't had a customer like this since Harry Potter." Mr. Ollivander said. Buffy raised her eyebrow, wondering who this Harry Potter was and why Mr. Ollivander kept on mentioning him.
He walked quickly to the back and retrieved an old box, with a thick layer of dust on the top. He removed the wand and gave it to Buffy.
"Thirteen and a half inches. Phoenix feather, mahogany. Very powerful this wand." Mr. Ollivander said. Buffy took the wand and waved it, causing a few gold and red sparks to fly from the tip. "Ah, we need something more powerful." He said, taking the wand and putting it on the desk. He stopped and turned to Buffy. "Tell me about yourself Buffy. Do you have magical parents?" He asked.
"No, their muggles." She said, remembering the word from when Tom had used it yesterday. Mr. Ollivander looked surprised.
"I wonder how a girl so powerful can have muggle parents." Mr. Ollivander said, bewildered. Buffy looked at Hagrid, finding that he too was looking at her rather strangely.
"How powerful Mr. Ollivander?" Hagrid squeaked nervously.
"I should think more powerful than You-know-who." He said. Hagrid squeaked again.
"You-know-who who?" Buffy asked, confused.
"Voldemort. Very powerful wizard miss. Killed thousands of muggles and magic folk. Terrorized the world for years." Mr. Ollivander said a terrified look on his face. Buffy gulped, how could she be more powerful than a man who had killed and tortured people for years? It wasn't like her.
"What happened to him?" Buffy asked, nervously. Mr. Ollivander smiled, the terrified look from his face disappearing.
"A young boy, Harry Potter defeated him." He said.
"Oh." Buffy said, not knowing what else to say. Mr. Ollivander cleared his throat and walked closer to Buffy.
"May I ask, and please tell the truth, is there something unusual about you, different maybe, that sets you apart from other people." Mr. Ollivander asked. Buffy looked again at Hagrid and he nodded. Buffy thought quickly, what was different about her? It then clicked.
"I'm the slayer." She said. Hagrid and Mr. Ollivander gasped, surprised.
"But, yer so young!" Hagrid said, an amazed and proud look on his face.
"Yeah, youngest slayer in history." She said, drawing herself up proudly. Mr. Ollivander suddenly looked very pleased with himself and bustled to the back, disappearing from sight. He returned a couple of minutes later, carrying a red box with a very thick layer of dust on the top. He removed the top carefully and gingerly took out the beautiful long slender red wand.
"This is the most powerful wand that I have ever made. Unusual substance, this one, slayer hair and blood, thirteen inches. Yew." Mr. Ollivander said, holding out the wand to Buffy.
She took it, and regarded it for a moment. She felt warmth rush through her fingers as soon as she had touched it. She raised the wand high above her head and brought it down, causing gold, red and black sparks to shower from the tips, setting the whole room in a beautiful red and gold light. Hagrid whooped and cheered for her and Mr. Ollivander clapped happily. Buffy grinned, knowing that this wand was the one.
"Well done Buffy." Hagrid said, a grin matching hers. Mr. Ollivander took the wand and put it back in the box, wrapping it in brown paper. He finished, giving the box to Buffy.
"Great things can be achieved with that wand, greater things than You-know- who. Use your power wisely, I would hate for a power like yours to be wasted on darkness and evil." He said. Buffy nodded awkwardly and paid the man nine Galleons and walked out of the shop.
"Woah that majorly wigged." Buffy said, following Hagrid up to the street to collect her parchment and quills. They did so, Buffy getting a pretty pinkish quill and fancy parchment. They then walked into a bookstore, where Buffy got her books. It was amazing, small books the size of postage stamps and large books half the size of an English Mini car. Buffy browsed through the books and found an amazing new book all about vampire slayers. She flicked through the book, glancing at the stories of the slayers and at the very back; she was surprised to find her picture.
"Look Hagrid!" She yelled, causing the many people in the shop to look at her. "I'm in this book!" She said whispered, gazing around at all the people around her.
"Wha' book is that?" Hagrid whispered.
"Vampire's and their slayers by Melinda Bogle. It has my picture, and it says that I'm the youngest slayer in history. That's so cool!" She exclaimed happily.
"Your the slayer?" A young assistant who was standing close by asked.
"Uh, no." She lied, extremely badly. With a quick grin, she quickly purchased her books from the very confused assistant and ran outside.
Once they had gotten everything, Hagrid told Buffy that Hogwarts were allowed to have a pet. Because toads were out of fashion and because Hagrid was allergic to cats, Hagrid got Buffy an owl for her birthday which was on the 1st of September. It was a beautiful owl, a wonderful snowy white owl with what looked like a halo on the owl's head. She named the owl Angel, as she thought he did look like own because of the ring of lighter hair which looked like a halo. All that was left now was to get her robes. Hagrid needed to get some things from Knockturn Alley ("Horrible place, I don't ever want ter see yeh go down there, Buffy. I told the same ter Harry, and both of yeh should never go there.") and he had left Buffy to collect her robes from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Buffy entered the shop, gazing around at all the robes.
"Hogwarts, dear?" A small smiling witch asked, peering at Buffy. Buffy nodded. "I've got another one here; stand on that stool, next to the red- head." Buffy did so, smiling at a girl her age with bright red hair and smiling hazel eyes. Madame Malkin slipped a robe on Buffy and started to alter.
"Is it your first year too?" Buffy asked the young girl. The red head nodded.
"I don't understand much of this." The red head said. Buffy grinned and nodded, glad that someone was feeling the same thing she was.
"Neither do I. I'm Buffy by the way, Buffy Summers." She said, holding out her hand. The red head smiled and shook Buffy's hand.
"Willow Rosenberg. Nice to meet you." She said, her smile growing wider.
"You've got an American accent!" Buffy noticed.
"Yeah, I'm from Sunnydale in California. What about you?"
"LA."
"Wow! Was it cool in LA?" She asked excitedly. Buffy nodded.
"The best. I was kinda sad to leave it though."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, but my friends, Xander and Jesse said they'll write and stuff and their really pleased for me you know, but I don't think they actually know and understand why I'm coming here, they know I like magic and stuff, but they never really realized that I'll take it far you know?" Willow babbled. Buffy grinned and Willow looked crestfallen. "Oh, I'm babbling aren't I? I always babble when I'm nervous, and I'm really nervous because the train leaves tomorrow and then we go to Hogwarts and I'm really nervous and I'm babbling again aren't I?" She said quickly. Buffy giggled at the cute ramblings of the girl.
"So you know about magic do you? I just found out, my parents are clueless." Buffy explained. Willow shook her head.
"My parents didn't know about magic, and I didn't know about the wand magic, but I experimented with wand less magic, I'm not that bad, so I think that's why they asked me to come." Willow said.
"It's kinda odd, that they ask two of us to come half way across the world for school, don't you think? I was talking to Tom, the barman, and he said they never bring in exchange students. There actually is a school of witchcraft in Nevada." Buffy said. Willow grinned.
"We must be really special then." She said, giggling.
"Right, Buffy, you're done." Madame Malkin said, bringing the two girls back down to earth. Buffy stepped down and paid for her robes. She waved to Willow and stepped outside the shop, to where Hagrid was waiting.
"Righ' that's it. You've got everything." Hagrid said, leading Buffy back through the arch and into the Leaky Cauldron.
"Thanks Hagrid." She said as they entered the pub greeted by the familiar smell of butter and pipe smoke.
"It was my pleasure Buffy. I'll see you at Hogwarts tomorrow then." He said, walking out through the front door. Buffy grinned and sat down at the bar in front of Tom.
"Have a good time then?" Tom asked, catching sight of the young girl. Buffy thought about her day, the bookstore, the wand store and Willow. She grinned at Tom.
"The best."
Disclaimer: Harry potter belongs to J.K Rowling (brilliant woman, gotta love her) and Buffy belongs to the genius that is Joss Whedon and his whole wicked crew.
Notes: Buffy becomes a slayer when she is eleven, I know its young, but it had to fit with harry and his gang, so sorry if it causes problems. Angel will probably crop up somewhere, stealthy as usual, but I don't know if buff and angel will date and stuff.
I don't actually know where this is going, this fic was written ages ago, so I cant remember what I was going to do with it, but ill get it back on its feet again, cos I already written 50 pages.
Sorry for all the babbling and rambling. Please review!
1. Beginnings
16th March in California, LA
Buffy Summers walked quickly down the busy main road, bags hanging from her arms. She had gone on a rather expensive shopping trip that day, spending daddy's money. She was only eleven years old, but her parents trusted her to go out on her own as long as she was back by dusk and if a cop was nearby. Buffy had moaned and protested about this rule, telling her parents that her friends were allowed to stay out till eight. Buffy knew that this wasn't true, her friends had to be back by six every day, but that didn't matter, she was eleven years old for goodness sake! She was perfectly mature enough to stay out late. She had never won the argument about her curfew times, but she still had a major rant about it once a week to her mother. Buffy rounded the corner and bumped in a large man with brown hair and a small moustache.
"Buffy Summers." The man drawled in an English accent. Buffy froze, gazing at the man wondering if she should run or stay still.
"How do you know who I am?" She asked, getting ready to run.
"I have to talk to you, it is very important." The man said, leading the small blond into a near coffee shop. Buffy went with the man, she was a friendly girl, and all the rules about not talking to strangers were forgotten.
"What about?" She said sweetly, sitting on a small round table.
"I'm John Sayer, from the Watcher's council in England."
**
Three months later, LA.
Buffy casually walked down the stairs, the ends of her pajama bottoms trailing along the steps behind her. She walked into the kitchen where her mother, Joyce Summers, was making toast.
"Morning sweetie." Joyce said, as Buffy kissed her mother on her cheek. Buffy mumbled something which Joyce couldn't understand and flopped down on the breakfast chair, slumping in her seat, her eyes threatening to close. Buffy was the slayer, she had been for three months. Her watcher, John Sayer had been an annoying English man, dressed every day in that disgusting tweed. John Sayer, however had died five days ago, killed by a vampire right in front of Buffy. She still couldn't get the picture of John's dead face out of her mind, every time she closed her eyes; he would appear, glassy eyes staring right into her blue ones, puncture marks at the side of his neck.
"Morning Buffy." Her father said, entering the kitchen. He sat down immediately, casting a disappointed look at Buffy. Buffy sighed; her parents still hadn't forgiven her for that teeny weenie fire at her school. Her parents didn't know about vampires, and the fact that she was the slayer, so they couldn't understand that she had gotten into fights at school with larger boys who picked on smaller ones, they didn't understand when she came home late at night, her clothes ripped and dirty, and they certainly didn't understand that she had to set fire to the school gym. Her mother and father had been both ashamed also when Buffy was arrested on account of John's murder. Because the cops had no evidence, they had to let Buffy go, but most of her friends and teachers were still wary of her, and her parents hardly talked about it, only asking occasionally if Buffy knew anything. Buffy couldn't tell anyone the truth, that there had been vampires in the school and that vampires had killed John, and as a result, she had gotten expelled. Her mother was being nicer about it than her dad, her dad kept on giving her lectures about vandalism and punishments, while her mother had just said that she was disappointed, and that she had expected better from Buffy. Her parents were now in a worry about where she would go to school, and they had had an argument about it the night before.
"There's a letter for you Buffy." Her father said, holding out the yellow envelope. Buffy took it curiously, reading the emerald green writing on the front.
Miss B. Summers 12 Crescent Drives LA California USA.
She opened it, pulling out the letter and reading it out loud.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
Dear Miss Summers, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. As you may not know, you are a witch, and as there are no schools in California for witches, we have decided to accept you to our school. Please find a list enclosed of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your letter no later than 31st July.
Yours Sincerely Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress."
Buffy finished, staring bewildered at her equally astonished parents. Her mother was the first to speak.
"Sounds like a good idea."
**
28th of August, Heathrow Airport, Terminal 3.
Buffy stepped out of the airport into the warm air. She cast a look around her, taking in the cute black taxis and the large car park in front of her. Her parents came out behind her, pushing a trolley with Buffy's luggage on it. Buffy herself had a trolley carrying more of her luggage and a small suitcase belonging to her parents. Her father hauled a taxi and loaded the entire luggage onto it. Once everyone and everything was in the taxi, her father gave the address and they set off. The journey took them into central London, so Buffy could see Hyde Park, Marble Arch and Oxford and Regent street. Before long they had arrived at a small bookshop. The Summers got out and paid the driver. They turned to the Leaky Cauldron, a grimy small pub. They walked inside and were greeted with the smell of butter and pipe smoke. The pub was small and dark, a couple of witches grouped around a small table, a bottle of whiskey in the middle of it. An old wizard stood at the bar, drowning his sorrows in a large pint of beer. A large roaring fire blazed from an open fireplace in the corner. Buffy turned to the barman, a toothy smile greeting her. She smiled back and walked to the man.
"Hi, we have reservations for Summers."
**
30th August, Leaky Cauldron, London. Her room was nice and cozy, a single bed with deep red covers and a wooden frame. The wardrobe was a large antique one, and the bathroom was nice and quaint. The most interesting thing was the dresser, with a large mirror that talked back to you when you looked at it. Buffy dressed in her knee length skirt and red spaghetti top. She smiled at herself in the mirror, pleased at her reflection. Her blonde wavy hair shaped her oval pale face, her blue eyes sparkled, her figure was thin and muscular, the body of a slayer. Her watcher had told her that she was the youngest slayer in history, and he had been surprised that Buffy had lasted for more than a week.
"You look beautiful dear." The mirror said sleepily. Buffy grinned and skipped out of her room, the supply list that she needed for Hogwarts and her money in her bag. She galloped down the stairs to be greeted by Tom, the innkeeper and the barman she had met the first night.
"Hey Buffy, what you doing today?" Tom said, polishing his glasses and setting them on the hooks that were nailed on the frame above him.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley." Buffy said, sitting down in front of him.
"By yourself?" Tom asked curiously. Buffy nodded a smile on her face. It quickly turned into a frown.
"My parents are going sightseeing. Uh, how do I get to Diagon Alley?" She asked, blushing at her ignorance. Tom smiled his familiar crooked smile, glancing fondly at the girl. Buffy had a certain quality that was completely likeable, she was confident, friendly and bubbly. Her parents however, were quite unusual. Her mother, even though she was pretty and bubbly like Buffy, was completely subdued around her husband. Hank was a tall intimidating man, and he seemed not to care about Buffy, or his wife. From what Buffy had told him, her parents were arguing a lot, about her, and usually, the arguments ended with Joyce in tears.
"How about I send someone with you?" Tom said, snapping out of his thoughts.
"Who would want to take me?" Buffy asked. Tom winked at the girl.
"Lots of people would be glad to take you my dear girl." Tom said. Buffy smiled an uplifting smile that caused Tom to grin even more. Catching sight of a large man entering the pub, he called out to him, and the man neared Buffy and Tom. The man was large, about 9ft tall. His brown hair was tangled around his face, his beard covering his mouth and his beady dark eyes sparkled behind his shaggy mane. Buffy stared in amazement at the man, her jaw almost hitting the floor.
"Hagrid mate, what you doing today?" Tom asked, grinning at Buffy's reaction.
"Nofing mate, why d'ya ask?" Hagrid replied.
"Can you take Buffy around Diagon Alley; she has to get her things for Hogwarts." Tom said, jerking his head to the small girl. Hagrid peered down at the girl and smiled.
"Yer first year I take it?" Hagrid said, grinning at the girl. Buffy nodded, smiling at the friendly man.
"I'm Buffy, nice to meet you." She said, sticking out her hand. Hagrid shook it, his grip gentle and soft.
"Nice to meet yer too Buffy. Yer got yer money?" Buffy nodded, holding up her bag and shaking it, wizard money jingling. "Righ', see yer later Tom." Hagrid said, walking to the back door.
"Bye Tom!" Buffy said loudly, waving at him and following Hagrid out of the door. The odd looking pair stepped out into a sun filled courtyard, rubbish lying in heaps at the corners and weeds growing widely near the wall. Buffy stopped as soon as she caught sight of the large red brick wall. "Uh- Hagrid, that's a wall. How we supposed to get to Diagon Alley?" She asked, confusion written deep in her face. Hagrid just chuckled and took out a pink umbrella and pointed at the wall.
"Three up...Two across." Hagrid muttered, tapping on the bricks with his umbrella. The brick wriggled in its place and moved, the surrounding bricks moving with it. Buffy watched in amazement as the bricks moved back to form a perfect archway. "Welcome to Diagon Alley." Hagrid said, walking through the archway.
Buffy followed him, her mouth open in astonishment. It was amazing, the long street was packed with witches and wizards, bustling busily around with bags in their hands. There were shops selling everything, cauldrons, potions, ingredients which was packaged in large or small glass bottles, the contents disgusting and slimy looking. There was a large group of young boys and girls crowded around a window, all gossiping about the Nimbus Two Thousand. Buffy and Hagrid stopped outside a large shop, blinds drawn over the window and the gold peeling letters over the wooden door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.
Buffy walked in first, greeted by an old musty smell and a large shelf that reached up to the ceiling stacked with small boxes.
"Good morning." A soft voice said from a corner. The man appeared out of the shadow, old, white hair sticking out in different directions from his head. Despite his appearance, Buffy got the feeling that the man was of importance and was respected greatly.
"Hi." Buffy said nervously, shifting from foot to foot under the curious gaze of the man. The bell above the door tinkled again, and Hagrid stepped in.
"Morning Hagrid." Mr. Ollivander said in the same soft voice that sent shivers done Buffy's spine.
"Mornin' Mr. Ollivander." Hagrid greeted, a nervous smile appearing from behind his bushy hair.
"I trust Mr. Potter got home all right?" Mr. Ollivander, referring to the small boy that Hagrid had brought in almost a month ago. Hagrid nodded. Mr. Ollivander smiled and then turned back to Buffy.
"What wand hand are you miss?" He said, taking out his measuring tape from his waistcoat pocket.
"Uh... I'm right handed if that's what you mean." Buffy said, sticking out her right arm. Mr. Ollivander smiled and measured her arm. When he finished, he walked over to one of the shelves and took out a small box.
"Try this one, nine inches, dragon heartstring. Made of pewter." He said, removing the wand and placing it in Buffy's hand. Buffy took it, feeling rather stupid when nothing happened.
"Give it a wave." Hagrid said. Buffy did so, feeling even more stupid when still, nothing happened. Mr. Ollivander took the wand from Buffy and placed it on his desk. He then picked up another wand and gave it to Buffy.
"Ten inches, unicorn hair, slightly more powerful than the dragon heartstring." He said. Buffy gave it another wave, and still nothing happened. "Hmm, curious." Mr. Ollivander said. Buffy tried more and more wands, the pile on the desk growing more and more.
"Hmm, tricky customer. Hasn't had a customer like this since Harry Potter." Mr. Ollivander said. Buffy raised her eyebrow, wondering who this Harry Potter was and why Mr. Ollivander kept on mentioning him.
He walked quickly to the back and retrieved an old box, with a thick layer of dust on the top. He removed the wand and gave it to Buffy.
"Thirteen and a half inches. Phoenix feather, mahogany. Very powerful this wand." Mr. Ollivander said. Buffy took the wand and waved it, causing a few gold and red sparks to fly from the tip. "Ah, we need something more powerful." He said, taking the wand and putting it on the desk. He stopped and turned to Buffy. "Tell me about yourself Buffy. Do you have magical parents?" He asked.
"No, their muggles." She said, remembering the word from when Tom had used it yesterday. Mr. Ollivander looked surprised.
"I wonder how a girl so powerful can have muggle parents." Mr. Ollivander said, bewildered. Buffy looked at Hagrid, finding that he too was looking at her rather strangely.
"How powerful Mr. Ollivander?" Hagrid squeaked nervously.
"I should think more powerful than You-know-who." He said. Hagrid squeaked again.
"You-know-who who?" Buffy asked, confused.
"Voldemort. Very powerful wizard miss. Killed thousands of muggles and magic folk. Terrorized the world for years." Mr. Ollivander said a terrified look on his face. Buffy gulped, how could she be more powerful than a man who had killed and tortured people for years? It wasn't like her.
"What happened to him?" Buffy asked, nervously. Mr. Ollivander smiled, the terrified look from his face disappearing.
"A young boy, Harry Potter defeated him." He said.
"Oh." Buffy said, not knowing what else to say. Mr. Ollivander cleared his throat and walked closer to Buffy.
"May I ask, and please tell the truth, is there something unusual about you, different maybe, that sets you apart from other people." Mr. Ollivander asked. Buffy looked again at Hagrid and he nodded. Buffy thought quickly, what was different about her? It then clicked.
"I'm the slayer." She said. Hagrid and Mr. Ollivander gasped, surprised.
"But, yer so young!" Hagrid said, an amazed and proud look on his face.
"Yeah, youngest slayer in history." She said, drawing herself up proudly. Mr. Ollivander suddenly looked very pleased with himself and bustled to the back, disappearing from sight. He returned a couple of minutes later, carrying a red box with a very thick layer of dust on the top. He removed the top carefully and gingerly took out the beautiful long slender red wand.
"This is the most powerful wand that I have ever made. Unusual substance, this one, slayer hair and blood, thirteen inches. Yew." Mr. Ollivander said, holding out the wand to Buffy.
She took it, and regarded it for a moment. She felt warmth rush through her fingers as soon as she had touched it. She raised the wand high above her head and brought it down, causing gold, red and black sparks to shower from the tips, setting the whole room in a beautiful red and gold light. Hagrid whooped and cheered for her and Mr. Ollivander clapped happily. Buffy grinned, knowing that this wand was the one.
"Well done Buffy." Hagrid said, a grin matching hers. Mr. Ollivander took the wand and put it back in the box, wrapping it in brown paper. He finished, giving the box to Buffy.
"Great things can be achieved with that wand, greater things than You-know- who. Use your power wisely, I would hate for a power like yours to be wasted on darkness and evil." He said. Buffy nodded awkwardly and paid the man nine Galleons and walked out of the shop.
"Woah that majorly wigged." Buffy said, following Hagrid up to the street to collect her parchment and quills. They did so, Buffy getting a pretty pinkish quill and fancy parchment. They then walked into a bookstore, where Buffy got her books. It was amazing, small books the size of postage stamps and large books half the size of an English Mini car. Buffy browsed through the books and found an amazing new book all about vampire slayers. She flicked through the book, glancing at the stories of the slayers and at the very back; she was surprised to find her picture.
"Look Hagrid!" She yelled, causing the many people in the shop to look at her. "I'm in this book!" She said whispered, gazing around at all the people around her.
"Wha' book is that?" Hagrid whispered.
"Vampire's and their slayers by Melinda Bogle. It has my picture, and it says that I'm the youngest slayer in history. That's so cool!" She exclaimed happily.
"Your the slayer?" A young assistant who was standing close by asked.
"Uh, no." She lied, extremely badly. With a quick grin, she quickly purchased her books from the very confused assistant and ran outside.
Once they had gotten everything, Hagrid told Buffy that Hogwarts were allowed to have a pet. Because toads were out of fashion and because Hagrid was allergic to cats, Hagrid got Buffy an owl for her birthday which was on the 1st of September. It was a beautiful owl, a wonderful snowy white owl with what looked like a halo on the owl's head. She named the owl Angel, as she thought he did look like own because of the ring of lighter hair which looked like a halo. All that was left now was to get her robes. Hagrid needed to get some things from Knockturn Alley ("Horrible place, I don't ever want ter see yeh go down there, Buffy. I told the same ter Harry, and both of yeh should never go there.") and he had left Buffy to collect her robes from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Buffy entered the shop, gazing around at all the robes.
"Hogwarts, dear?" A small smiling witch asked, peering at Buffy. Buffy nodded. "I've got another one here; stand on that stool, next to the red- head." Buffy did so, smiling at a girl her age with bright red hair and smiling hazel eyes. Madame Malkin slipped a robe on Buffy and started to alter.
"Is it your first year too?" Buffy asked the young girl. The red head nodded.
"I don't understand much of this." The red head said. Buffy grinned and nodded, glad that someone was feeling the same thing she was.
"Neither do I. I'm Buffy by the way, Buffy Summers." She said, holding out her hand. The red head smiled and shook Buffy's hand.
"Willow Rosenberg. Nice to meet you." She said, her smile growing wider.
"You've got an American accent!" Buffy noticed.
"Yeah, I'm from Sunnydale in California. What about you?"
"LA."
"Wow! Was it cool in LA?" She asked excitedly. Buffy nodded.
"The best. I was kinda sad to leave it though."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, but my friends, Xander and Jesse said they'll write and stuff and their really pleased for me you know, but I don't think they actually know and understand why I'm coming here, they know I like magic and stuff, but they never really realized that I'll take it far you know?" Willow babbled. Buffy grinned and Willow looked crestfallen. "Oh, I'm babbling aren't I? I always babble when I'm nervous, and I'm really nervous because the train leaves tomorrow and then we go to Hogwarts and I'm really nervous and I'm babbling again aren't I?" She said quickly. Buffy giggled at the cute ramblings of the girl.
"So you know about magic do you? I just found out, my parents are clueless." Buffy explained. Willow shook her head.
"My parents didn't know about magic, and I didn't know about the wand magic, but I experimented with wand less magic, I'm not that bad, so I think that's why they asked me to come." Willow said.
"It's kinda odd, that they ask two of us to come half way across the world for school, don't you think? I was talking to Tom, the barman, and he said they never bring in exchange students. There actually is a school of witchcraft in Nevada." Buffy said. Willow grinned.
"We must be really special then." She said, giggling.
"Right, Buffy, you're done." Madame Malkin said, bringing the two girls back down to earth. Buffy stepped down and paid for her robes. She waved to Willow and stepped outside the shop, to where Hagrid was waiting.
"Righ' that's it. You've got everything." Hagrid said, leading Buffy back through the arch and into the Leaky Cauldron.
"Thanks Hagrid." She said as they entered the pub greeted by the familiar smell of butter and pipe smoke.
"It was my pleasure Buffy. I'll see you at Hogwarts tomorrow then." He said, walking out through the front door. Buffy grinned and sat down at the bar in front of Tom.
"Have a good time then?" Tom asked, catching sight of the young girl. Buffy thought about her day, the bookstore, the wand store and Willow. She grinned at Tom.
"The best."