A/N: This is set in between Harry Potter season five and six and Buffy season three before Bad Girls. I'm going to do my best to get all the facts correct but I'm not an expert so forgive me if I get anything wrong.
The Prophecy of the Interficio
Chapter One: Toto, We're not in Kansas Anymore
Buffy Summers stretched languidly as she woke, shivering slightly in the unusual early morning chill. Deciding she could afford a couple more minutes sleep before school she reached to pull her duvet tightly over her shoulders frowning when the material beneath her fingers was not the usual silky mink she was used to but felt rather like a thick wool. It wasn't unusual for her mother to come and cover her with a blanket during the night should she think her daughter might be cold so she thought nothing more of it as she pulled it tightly around herself only frowning when she felt some resistance. She tugged on it again and her eyes opened in surprise as she was rolled over when she felt someone tug back.
Her brow furrowed when she opened her eyes to be faced with familiar brunette hair strewn out on the pillow next to her. She couldn't remember asking her sister Slayer to stay over after patrol last night but she supposed it was possible she had as she had taken a rather nasty hit to the head so some things were a little bit fuzzy. She suddenly realised just how close she and Faith were lying, in fact she could feel the heat of the other girl's skin through her thin pyjama bottoms where their legs touched and Buffy got the sudden impression that they were in a bed much smaller than she was used to.
It was only when she realised this that Buffy took a better look at her surroundings. She was definitely not in her bedroom where she had gone to bed the previous night and she sat up abruptly when the realisation hit her, knocking Faith off the bed in the process. The brunette hit the floor with a thud and a yell and rubbed the back of her head as she sat up staring up at Buffy with a disgruntled look on her face.
"Pretty," Buffy smirked momentarily forgetting their mystery location at the sight of Faith's messy bed hair.
"You usually go throwing people out of bed B?" Faith grumbled, "Wait never mind, of course ya do, you're Buffy 'vanilla' Summers," the brunette said a smirk of her own gracing her features.
"Me throwing you out of the bed aside, do you notice anything strange about where we are?" Buffy asked her counterpart.
The two girls looked around the room, Faith standing in a hurry when she realised she wasn't anywhere familiar. They were in a circular room with a high stone ceiling and walls, five beds lined the walls each with a large trunk sitting at the foot and the beds were covered with woollen quilts made of red and yellow yarn.
"Where the fuck are we?" Faith asked spinning around to face the other Slayer.
"I have no idea," Buffy shrugged, "Oh! Maybe we're dreaming and the Powers are sending us some weird message. Quick try and wake up."
The two Slayers pinched themselves on the arm and scrunched their eyes closed willing themselves to wake up. Buffy cracked an eye open hoping to find herself back in the familiar four walls of her bedroom and sighed when she was greeted by the cold stone walls.
"Didn't work," Faith sighed flopping down onto the bed next to Buffy.
"Thank you Captain Obvious," Buffy sighed running a hand through her hair, "We need to figure out where we are and how we got here as fast as we can so we can work out a way to get home."
"Why do ya wanna get home so quick? You got a hot date or something?" Faith asked nudging the other Slayer in the ribs.
"As a matter of fact Scott and I do have a date planned for this weekend," Buffy huffed.
"I don't know what you see in that loser," Faith pouted.
"I seem to remember you flirting shamelessly with that loser on one of your first days in Sunnydale."
"Yeah well that was before I knew how lame he was," Faith retorted.
"Scott isn't lame! You know what, whatever we need to concentrate on getting home," Buffy said standing up and pacing the room.
"You're damn lucky I wore PJ's to bed last night or you might've been getting quite the floor show right about now," Faith said leaning back on the bed and putting her hands behind her head.
Buffy looked at the younger girl for a second before a chuckle escaped her lips. She and Faith hadn't really gotten along at first but they had started to hit their stride and she had to admit that she admired the younger girl's brazen attitude and flirtatious sense of humour. In fact she was often envious of the other girl's enthusiasm for slaying as Faith always seemed to revel in the fact that she was the Slayer and saw it as a gift rather than a burden which it often seemed to feel like to Buffy.
"Maybe it was fate," Buffy smiled, "The first time you were pyjamas is the first time we wake up in bed together somewhere we don't know."
"So," Faith said hopping off the bed and heading towards the door, "Why don't we find out exactly where we are."
"Faith wait!" Buffy called stopping the brunette in her tracks, "We have no idea what or who is on the other side of that door. For all we know someone bought us here to kill us, we need weapons or a plan or something, we can't just go out there unprepared."
"Well I don't exactly go to sleep cuddling my stake," Faith said, "Listen girlfriend we're pretty handy with our God given gifts," she said wiggling her fists in front of Buffy's face, "I say we use what we were given if we feel the need."
"Okay but it is stealth first and fists second," Buffy said, "Faith promise me you won't punch the first person you see."
"Spoilsport," Faith pouted, "Fine there will be no punching unless Princess Buffy says so."
"Promise?"
"Slayer's honour."
"Okay, let's go," Buffy said opening the door slowly and peeking out.
Once she was sure there was nobody out there she opened the door fully to reveal a spiralling stone staircase. Their door seemed to open on the middle layer and they had the choice of either going up or downstairs.
"Up or down?" Faith whispered into her ear.
"Harder to escape from up," Buffy reasoned.
"Down it is then."
The two Slayers made their way down the stairs slowly, their bodies tense and ready to attack if anything jumped out at them. Buffy shivered as the cold stone permeated her entire body and she threw a look back at Faith whose short shorts and singlet top were doing nothing to keep the bitter cold away.
"Sunnydale isn't usually this cold," Buffy whispered.
"So we're probably not in Sunnyhell anymore then," Faith said her teeth chattering as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms to try and get some warmth into them.
The staircase opened out into what looked to be a large living room, complete with cushy red sofas and a fireplace that if lit would have warmed the room considerably. As it was there were no lights on and the long tapestries that hung on the walls cast eerie shadows across the room from what little light came in from the windows. They crept cautiously through the room both looking over their shoulders as if they were expecting someone to be there. The room narrowed into a long passageway that was covered by an entrance that swung open when they approached it. The two girls jumped back when it opened not expecting it to happen and approached it hesitantly their bodies on alert for what was waiting for them on the other side.
"Age before beauty," Faith said earning her a glare from the blonde Slayer.
Buffy grabbed the younger girl's hand so the two of them had to exit through the corridor together. Their Slayer connection hummed strongly at the physical contact calming them both as they exited into unfamiliar ground.
"Holy shit," Faith said summing up Buffy's thoughts exactly as they took in what they had entered.
They were in a room that looked to be about as wide as the gym back in Sunnydale. The walls were lined with pictures that upon closer inspection seemed to be moving. Upon looking up and down there were dozens of large stone staircases that rumbled as they moved from one floor to another.
"What the hell is this place?" Faith asked looking around in wonder.
"This has to be a dream," Buffy said pinching herself again scowling when nothing happened.
"B that man in the picture just winked at me!" Faith said incredulously pointing to a picture of a knight in armour sitting atop an impressive black stallion.
"Your beauty is radiant m'lady," the knight said dipping his head.
The girls squealed and backed away from the painting quickly only to find themselves on a staircase that began to rumble and move. It was Faith who grabbed for Buffy's hand this time and the two girls hung on to each other as the staircase crossed the cavernous room to rumble to a stop joining at another level.
"Come on!" Buffy said pulling on Faith's hands as the two Slayers ran down the empty corridor their footsteps echoing off the empty hall.
"I'm pretty sure I didn't take anything last night but it definitely feels like I'm trippin' or something 'cause this place is insane," Faith said as they ran.
They didn't know where they were running but at every corner there was another painting whose occupants called out to them making the girls even more apprehensive. They were in such a hurry to get away after what looked like a ghost riding a horse had popped out of a wall just in front of them that they weren't looking where they were going and soon found themselves lying flat on their backs after running into something solid.
The man who towered above them was dressed head to toe in black, his cape billowed out around him as he glared down at the two girls. His greasy black hair hung to his shoulders and his eyes were cold as he stared them down, his hand holding what looked to be a really thin stake.
"Identify yourselves immediately," he said pointing his stake at them threateningly.
"Hey dude we don't mean any harm," Faith said raising her hands in surrender.
"She's right, we don't even know where we are," Buffy said nodding.
The man in front of them did not lower his stake; instead he swooped down and placed it under Buffy's chin.
"Hey!" Faith cried lunging at him in an attempt to pull his stake away from Buffy.
"Stupefy!" he called turning his stake on the brunette girl.
Buffy watched in horror as a jet of red light poured from the tip of the man's stake and hit Faith directly in the chest causing her body to go rigid before she slumped backwards, her body going limp as unconsciousness overtook her.
"What did you do to her?" Buffy cried itching to go and check that Faith was alright but staying put as the man turned his stake on her.
"Don't play stupid with me; you know full well what I did. Now identify yourself before you suffer the same fate as your companion," he sneered.
"Buffy Summers," she said, "Seventeen, Capricorn."
"Do not joke around with me girl," the man growled.
"I'm not joking, I don't know what you want to hear from me but that's who I am," Buffy said eyeing his stake warily.
"Get on your feet," he said waving his stake at her, "Now!"
She did as he said throwing another glance to Faith who still lay motionless on the floor.
"Unfortunately it is not for me to decide the fate of intruders into the castle, although I'm sure the both us know the fate of those who choose to do the work of the Dark Lord," he sneered, "Azkaban will indeed be willing to take two spies such as yourselves."
"We're not spies!" Buffy cried, "We have no idea how we got here I swear."
"The Imperius Curse excuse will not save you now," the man sneered pointing his stake at Faith, "Mobilicorpus," he said and Buffy's eyes widened as Faith's unconscious body lifted off the ground. "You will walk in front of me," the man said indicating to Buffy, "You try and reach for your wand and you won't be as lucky as your companion."
Buffy did what he said only because she was in complete shock. She walked in front of the man with Faith's body floating eerily next to her. She wanted so badly to reach over and make sure the other girl wasn't dead but she feared what the man would do to her so she kept her hands firmly by her sides as they walked through the empty hallways. He had mentioned her not reaching for her wand which she supposed was what he was holding in his hands as opposed to a stake. It had looked like magic only not how she was used to seeing it done. Willow was only just beginning to explore the notion of wicca but she had never mentioned the fact that she would need a wand to perform any of her spells. In fact the redhead had all but mocked the stereotype of a witch with a wand and a broomstick. There was of course the possibility that this was actually all just a dream but something deep inside her was telling her that it was all very real. She followed the man's directions blindly not wanting to do anything that would provoke him into hurting herself or Faith further. She threw a quick glance at Faith's face hoping for some sign that the other girl was okay but Faith's feature's were slack in unconsciousness and Buffy couldn't tell while moving if she was breathing or not. They eventually came to a stop in front of a large stone statue of a gargoyle whose wings were open and curled forward as if it were preparing for flight.
"You will see that not even Dumbledore is kind to those who fight for the Dark Lord," the man said cruelly before turning to face the large statue, "Sherbet Lemon."
A/N: Please send me through some reviews, I've never written anything like this before so I'm kind of nervous about it.
