author: Brandi Vincent
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor Harry Potter. Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling own their characters from their imaginary story.
title: Hogwarts and The Scoobies
chapter: 15 Predict Quidditch
recommended fanfictions: Paint the Stars In the Sky, The Seed of Good and Evil, I Hate Goblins!, Spike and I are in a Band, Keep my Heart
******Chapter 15: Predict Quidditch******
"Tara. I need your help. Well, it's not like a need, but I want your help." Buffy asked, coming into Tara's room. It was Sunday night.
"What is it, Buffy?" Tara asked, sitting on her bed.
"I need to know what's going to happen with us in the future. You know, all of us. I want to know if I made a mistake about being with Spike." Buffy replied.
"OK. If you really need to know. What do you want to specifically look at? It'll have to of course involve magic."
"All of us. What's going to affect us in the next...three weeks."
"I'll have to ask Professor Tralawney for her crystal ball. I know how to use those too. It was fun. Once, Remess and I were-"
"Yea. Can we get it now, then?"
"Sure." Tara hopped off the bed and slipped on her shoes. "Let's go. Maybe she's still in her classroom correcting...predictions..."
"Then let's catch her before she's done." Buffy and Tara walked out of Tara's room and went up Professor Tralawney's classroom.
******Professor Tralawney's Classroom******
Buffy and Tara climbed the cold ladder up to Professor Tralawney's room and looked around the dim class.
"Professor Tralwaney?" Tara asked.
"Yes?" A soft, misty voice asked. She was at her desk, and just as Tara thought, correcting work and writing notes down.
"May we borrow your glass ball?" Tara asked.
"Certainly. But you must take it with care. It is very special and fragile. And don't scar it like last time." Professor Tralawney replied, taking out a small case and handing it to Tara. "I expect it back by tomorrow. Scratch free."
"Thank you." Tara smiled and went back down the ladder with Buffy. Buffy yawned.
"I was about to sleep up in there." Buffy yawned again.
"Let's go to the library. There will be more room for the power to drift around in." Tara replied.
"You actually believe in that crap?"
"Well you've got to have faith, Buffy."
"Yea, yea, yea. Why do you think I died twice?" They walked a few flights down and around some corridors, into the library. It was empty, like always. Tara cleared a round table off and opened the case, taking out the glass ball and placing it in the middle of the table.
"What alot of students don't know is that there's a little word for clearing up that fog and seeing your future. They call it Quick Time. It's a sort of just discovered spell." Tara faced the glass ball and closed her eyes, putting her hands slightly over it. "Jero. My friends." She whispered and the fog cleared up inside of it, starting to form swirls and then finally departing, forming small scenes of what will happen in the next three weeks. The first scene was of Xander and Anya. Anya was wearing a pearly white dress and Xander was wearing a black tuxedo. The whole school was there and they kissed. The next scene was of Buffy and Spike. They were happily sitting together in the library. Talking with the others. Nothing appeared wrong. The third one was of Willow and Oz. They were just as happy as Buffy and Spike. And in the library as Buffy and Spike. Nothing was wrong there. There was hurt in Tara's eyes outside the ball, but quickly changed it into a smile. The next scene was of Tara and Lupin. Giles was easily seen in the back of them, cheering and rooting for someone, standing up. Tara and Lupin looked at each other and into each other's eyes, not turning away. They moved closer but the fog kicked in again and appeared the next futuristic scene. Dawn and Harry walked in just then, talking nonstop, then spotted Tara and Buffy.
"Hey guys! Watcha looking at?" Dawn asked, walking towards them and the glass ball. A new scene was appearing. Harry went over and stood next to her. Tara and Buffy looked intently at it, not looking up or saying a word. Dawn looked into the glass ball too, not turning away from what she saw. It was Dawn and Harry. They were out on the lawn talking and laughing together, starring into the glistening lake. Then they stopped and looked into each other's eyes, moving their faces closer together slowly and started kissing, tongues wrestling. Then the fog kicked in again and a new scene appered. It was Malfoy and Dawn. Dawn was lying in a corner of a room, eyes closed, as Malfoy's eyes grew wild. He mouthed something but the glass ball didn't have any sound. Dawn was scarred badly and her hair was a mess. Malfoy stormed out of the room and slammed a door behind him. As he did so, the scene flashed away and the future was told.
"Well. Not exactly my idea of an explanation, but it helped a little." Buffy said.
"I think Malfoy said 'that's what you get for....choosing him'?" Tara said.
"It looks like he did the Kuasko curse on her. Not one of the Unforgiveable ones, but it's very bad." Harry looked concerned.
"Yea, I heard of that. If the wizard puts enough anger forth, he could kill his victim." Dawn replied.
"You looked pretty thrashed." Tara said, concerned as well.
"You looked beaten badly." Harry added.
"You looked....dead." Buffy's voice went dry. "Nobody is going to touch you, Dawn! Even if I have to sic Spike on every student in this school!"
"But that was Draco." Tara replied.
"Then we're keeping you away from him, Dawn. You aren't allowed to go back in that Slytherin thing." Buffy ordered.
"Let's go talk to Dumbledore." Tara replied and they all rushed out of the room.
******Dumbledor's Office******
Buffy gave the gargoyle the password to get in Dumbledore's office with out hesitation. Dumbledore gave all of the professors his password incase anything ever went wrong.
"I was expecting you." Dumbeldore said softly and walked towards them. "And I know what you want. You're afraid of Dawn getting hurt so you want to switch teams for her?" They looked at each other and nodded. "Then, Dawn, for a third time, you will change your team. Just because I like you. And because I fear for your life as well." Dumbledore took out the sorting hat off of a shelf and placed it on Dawn's head. The hat was about to sing, but Dumbledore saved him the time and hushed the hat, waiting for Dawn to be sorted.
"Hmmmm....I did this student before, am I right?" The sorting hat asked Dawn.
"Yes." Dawn thought. "But I need you to sort me again, my life will be in danger if you don't."
"OK, OK. Let's see....I do suggest you would be best in Slytherin."
"I can't go in there though."
"Then....let's see....I think you'd be best in..."
******Gryffindor Common Room******
Harry was overjoyed with the good news. The sorting hat chose Dawn to be in Gryffindor, the first decision anyways. Dawn was carrying all of her stuff into the common room and up to her new bed. As she set down her stiff to take a rest, everybody in the common room looked over and noticed the new arrival to their house. And they all knew who it was.
"Dawn Summers?" One asked. There were about thirty students in all in there.
"Hi." Dawn said brightly, waving her hand. Everybody cheered. They all knew Dawn someway, somehow.
"Dawn! We knew you were too good for Slytherin!" One yelled. Dawn smiled. She was very popular in Gryffindor. It wasn't that same with Slytherin. All of the girls hated her since Malfoy liked her.
"Dawn! Cool! When did you get here?" Hermione asked, running over to her through the crowd.
"Let's just say my death was awaiting me in Slytherin." Dawn replied, picking her suitcases back up again and carrying them to the spiril staircase to the girls dormitory. Dawn always helped everybody out. Whether it by in another house about Herbology, or in Slytherin about a scratch. Some of the Gryffindor boys started eyeing her melishiously. Harry got mad and started walking closer to Dawn until they came to the staircase, and Hermione helped Dawn bring them up. Harry walked back into the crowd and slumped on a beanbag chair happily. A few boys came over by him.
"Rumor has it you go out with her." One said.
"And?" Harry asked.
"You mean it's true? You do?" Another asked.
"Yep. And if I ever see any of you touch her in any phyiscal way, I'll have to physically hurt you." Harry replied smoothly.
"Damnit." Another muttered and they got up and walked away. Joe and Moe ran over.
"OK, Harry. We have this plan, you see, to absolutley crash the Slytherin's in their own game in the next Quidditch game." Moe started saying.
"Yea, but we need one more player for passing and goaling." Harry saw Dawn come down laughing with Hermione. "And I think I know the one."
******One Afternoon******
The next couple of weeks, a week before Christmas came and it was getting snowier. Dumbledore was going to have the games start first thing Febuary, which gave a few more months for everyone to practice. Harry and Dawn were outside on the field with the rest of the team. They were all practicing except for Harry and Dawn. She was learning for the first time how to ride a broom. He already taught her how to pick it up and how to sit on it while riding. It was time for her to actually ride it. He wanted her to be impressive towards McGonagal.
"Now, bend down your legs and push up." Harry instructed and demonstrated how to do so, bending his legs down and pushing up, flying high in the air. He landed smoothly and gave Dawn his Firebolt to give it a try. She did as him, going up higher than she thought, barily dodging Moe and higher.
"Oh great. How do I get down!" Dawn yelled.
"Here! Just point the tip of the broom downwards to the ground!" Harry yelled back. Dawn did as so and almost crashed down on the ground, until she pulled pulled the broom straight and slammed her feet down on the grass.
"Whoa." Dawn hopped off of the broom and ran back to Harry. "This thing is....strong."
"You learn to control it." Harry replied, shrugging. "But it's fun."
"Are you kidding? That was a blast! Can I try again??" Dawn asked.
"Sure." Harry handed her his broom again and she got on it, pouncing up high, zooming around, yelling, "Woohoo!" She was having a great time zooming around everybody.
******McGonagal's Office******
"This is exactly how I discovered Mr. Potters abilities in Quidditch. Flying by my window." McGonagal said please at her desk, talking to Dawn.
"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Dawn asked anxiously. "My broom slipped when I came by and I had no idea that it almost shattered the window."
"It's an easy fix, Dawn. Only a large scratch." McGonagal pointed her wand at the window and said aloud, "Repairo." and the window no longer had a large scratch on it.
"Oh, OK." Dawn said.
"But I did see your fantastic moves for a beginner." McGonagal smiled. "Just like Harry."
"Well...takes one to know one. He taught me."
"Really. He's an excellant techer than. But why would he take his training time out to help you."
"He kind of wanted me on the team."
"And why is that?"
"Because...he likes me...we go out."
"Really? What happened with Malfoy? I do know that you are in Gryffindor as of three weeks ago. But Dumbledore nor anybody would tell me why. And I run the Gryffindor house and I'm pretty pissed off that I still don't know."
"Oh...Buffy and Tara looked into this glass ball and they saw that Malfoy was about to kill me so...."
"Rubbish."
"Excuse me?"
"Can't believe everybody falls for Professor Tralawney's mistical predictions."
"Yea. It is stupid. Harry and I were doing our homework once for her class and we just made up predictions for the following week. How the heck are we supposed to know what's going to happen?"
"Well, it doesn't matter. God knows I hate the Slytherin house. Bless their souls. But you're too good for them." McGonagal smiled.
"Thanks for understanding then."
"But there is one punishment."
"Really...?"
"You shall serve for the Gryffindor Quidditch team."
"Wha...really?" Dawn shot up. Thanks! Thank you ma'am!" Dawn freaked, shaking MdGonagal's hand and running out of the door. Harry was waiting outside of it.
"So?" Harry asked anxiously.
"I'm on the team!" Dawn beamed.
"Really!" Dawn and Harry hugged and Dawn ran off. "Where are you going?"
"To get Buffy!" Dawn yelled back and ran down the corridor, running to Buffy's room.
******Buffy's Room******
Dawn ran in her room, and jumped around.
"What? Did anybody hurt you??" Buffy asked, petting Spunky's feathers and getting up.
"Tell me where he is." Spike jumped up, waiting for Dawn to reply.
"No guys! I'm on the team! Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Dawn shrieked.
"Is that a good thing?" Spike asked, turning to Buffy confused. "What's a Quidditch?"
"I thought I told you guys! Harry is the captain! It's a sport with brooms." Dawn replied.
"With bashing and flying and falling?" Buffy asked.
"Yea!" Dawn replied.
"Dawn. Don't you think it's a little to much of a...men's sport?" Buffy asked.
"No. What? Are you sexust?" Dawn replied.
"Well. If you're going to get bashed around and all...you might want...pretection for the....chi chis."
"What?"
"It really hurts getting punched on the...breast..."
"Oh, yea! I doubt anybody would purposely do that."
"Well...is that all you wanted to tell us?"
"Well...no...I kind of need a broom."
"A broom?" Buffy and Spike asked in unison.
"Yea. And it costs...money."
"Do we have money?" Buffy asked.
"I think we do." Dawn thought. "In that bank thingy that wizards go to."
"Well, we can check." Buffy said. "We'll go tonight."
******And...That Night******
"Well he wasn't kind." Dawn mumbled.
"That little midget looked familiar...hm." Buffy thought, wearing her heavy winter coat.
"And this is #341. After you."
"No no no. After you."
"No, I insist, after you."
"Please, I'd much appreciate if you went first."
"Well, if you insist." They joked and Dawn opened the large safe door, exposing pounds and pounds and pounds of gold coins, stacked all over. "I guess our past family left us alot." Dawn mumbled. "Oh my gosh. Look at all of this! I could probably buy twenty Firebolts with this!"
"And a large screen TV." Buffy muttered. Dawn looked at her oddly. "Girl's gotta dream in a world full of magic."
"Then let's buy my new broom." Dawn smiled brigtly and took hand fulls of hand fulls of gold coins into her purse.
******Smithy's Broom Keep******
"This isn't where everybody gets theres." Danw mumbled, looking around the exquisit shop full of speedy brooms.
"Willow told me about this place. It's none like the rest. It's where all of the rich students get their brooms. Which seems like not many rich kids are around here." All of the brooms there were clean, and there were plenty of them. The shopkeeper came up to the front desk from behind a shelf of brooms.
"May I help you?" The musty old voice asked.
"Yea. We need a really fast broom." Buffy smiled. That was the best way she could put it.
"Aww. Then I suggest you go with Xtreme 5000. The fastest and most expensive since the Firebolt." The shopkeeper replied and went over by a shelf, taking out a glass case with Xtreme 5000 in it. He took it out and placed it on the counter. It had red and orange flames along the beginning of where the straw was and when the painted flames ended, there was black as the backround. On the stick, in big, bold, yellow letters, it said, "Xtreme 5000". It was amazing. It was beautiful, clean, and slick. Dawn had to touch it, until the shopkeeper slapped her hand.
"Ah ah ah. There's a price to pay before you can take it home. A high price." The shopkeeper replied.
"Here." Buffy poured tons and tons of gold coins on the counter.
"That will do." The shopkeeper took all of the coins, pleased, and put the broom back in it's case, handing it carefully to Dawn and Buffy. "Take good care of it."
"Thank you. Come on, let's go." Buffy said and they went out of the door, heading back to Hogwarts.
******To be Continued******
Next Chapter of Hogwarts and The Scoobies: It's soon to be Christmas. Ron and Ginny come back. Hermione tries cheering him up. Malfoy finds out something. No house can stop him. Fear ensues. Giles finishes his research up on....ha! You find out!
author's note: Sorry if they're late. I'm some how not able to upload my chapters. I have to have a friend upload them on her computer. Later days.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor Harry Potter. Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling own their characters from their imaginary story.
title: Hogwarts and The Scoobies
chapter: 15 Predict Quidditch
recommended fanfictions: Paint the Stars In the Sky, The Seed of Good and Evil, I Hate Goblins!, Spike and I are in a Band, Keep my Heart
******Chapter 15: Predict Quidditch******
"Tara. I need your help. Well, it's not like a need, but I want your help." Buffy asked, coming into Tara's room. It was Sunday night.
"What is it, Buffy?" Tara asked, sitting on her bed.
"I need to know what's going to happen with us in the future. You know, all of us. I want to know if I made a mistake about being with Spike." Buffy replied.
"OK. If you really need to know. What do you want to specifically look at? It'll have to of course involve magic."
"All of us. What's going to affect us in the next...three weeks."
"I'll have to ask Professor Tralawney for her crystal ball. I know how to use those too. It was fun. Once, Remess and I were-"
"Yea. Can we get it now, then?"
"Sure." Tara hopped off the bed and slipped on her shoes. "Let's go. Maybe she's still in her classroom correcting...predictions..."
"Then let's catch her before she's done." Buffy and Tara walked out of Tara's room and went up Professor Tralawney's classroom.
******Professor Tralawney's Classroom******
Buffy and Tara climbed the cold ladder up to Professor Tralawney's room and looked around the dim class.
"Professor Tralwaney?" Tara asked.
"Yes?" A soft, misty voice asked. She was at her desk, and just as Tara thought, correcting work and writing notes down.
"May we borrow your glass ball?" Tara asked.
"Certainly. But you must take it with care. It is very special and fragile. And don't scar it like last time." Professor Tralawney replied, taking out a small case and handing it to Tara. "I expect it back by tomorrow. Scratch free."
"Thank you." Tara smiled and went back down the ladder with Buffy. Buffy yawned.
"I was about to sleep up in there." Buffy yawned again.
"Let's go to the library. There will be more room for the power to drift around in." Tara replied.
"You actually believe in that crap?"
"Well you've got to have faith, Buffy."
"Yea, yea, yea. Why do you think I died twice?" They walked a few flights down and around some corridors, into the library. It was empty, like always. Tara cleared a round table off and opened the case, taking out the glass ball and placing it in the middle of the table.
"What alot of students don't know is that there's a little word for clearing up that fog and seeing your future. They call it Quick Time. It's a sort of just discovered spell." Tara faced the glass ball and closed her eyes, putting her hands slightly over it. "Jero. My friends." She whispered and the fog cleared up inside of it, starting to form swirls and then finally departing, forming small scenes of what will happen in the next three weeks. The first scene was of Xander and Anya. Anya was wearing a pearly white dress and Xander was wearing a black tuxedo. The whole school was there and they kissed. The next scene was of Buffy and Spike. They were happily sitting together in the library. Talking with the others. Nothing appeared wrong. The third one was of Willow and Oz. They were just as happy as Buffy and Spike. And in the library as Buffy and Spike. Nothing was wrong there. There was hurt in Tara's eyes outside the ball, but quickly changed it into a smile. The next scene was of Tara and Lupin. Giles was easily seen in the back of them, cheering and rooting for someone, standing up. Tara and Lupin looked at each other and into each other's eyes, not turning away. They moved closer but the fog kicked in again and appeared the next futuristic scene. Dawn and Harry walked in just then, talking nonstop, then spotted Tara and Buffy.
"Hey guys! Watcha looking at?" Dawn asked, walking towards them and the glass ball. A new scene was appearing. Harry went over and stood next to her. Tara and Buffy looked intently at it, not looking up or saying a word. Dawn looked into the glass ball too, not turning away from what she saw. It was Dawn and Harry. They were out on the lawn talking and laughing together, starring into the glistening lake. Then they stopped and looked into each other's eyes, moving their faces closer together slowly and started kissing, tongues wrestling. Then the fog kicked in again and a new scene appered. It was Malfoy and Dawn. Dawn was lying in a corner of a room, eyes closed, as Malfoy's eyes grew wild. He mouthed something but the glass ball didn't have any sound. Dawn was scarred badly and her hair was a mess. Malfoy stormed out of the room and slammed a door behind him. As he did so, the scene flashed away and the future was told.
"Well. Not exactly my idea of an explanation, but it helped a little." Buffy said.
"I think Malfoy said 'that's what you get for....choosing him'?" Tara said.
"It looks like he did the Kuasko curse on her. Not one of the Unforgiveable ones, but it's very bad." Harry looked concerned.
"Yea, I heard of that. If the wizard puts enough anger forth, he could kill his victim." Dawn replied.
"You looked pretty thrashed." Tara said, concerned as well.
"You looked beaten badly." Harry added.
"You looked....dead." Buffy's voice went dry. "Nobody is going to touch you, Dawn! Even if I have to sic Spike on every student in this school!"
"But that was Draco." Tara replied.
"Then we're keeping you away from him, Dawn. You aren't allowed to go back in that Slytherin thing." Buffy ordered.
"Let's go talk to Dumbledore." Tara replied and they all rushed out of the room.
******Dumbledor's Office******
Buffy gave the gargoyle the password to get in Dumbledore's office with out hesitation. Dumbledore gave all of the professors his password incase anything ever went wrong.
"I was expecting you." Dumbeldore said softly and walked towards them. "And I know what you want. You're afraid of Dawn getting hurt so you want to switch teams for her?" They looked at each other and nodded. "Then, Dawn, for a third time, you will change your team. Just because I like you. And because I fear for your life as well." Dumbledore took out the sorting hat off of a shelf and placed it on Dawn's head. The hat was about to sing, but Dumbledore saved him the time and hushed the hat, waiting for Dawn to be sorted.
"Hmmmm....I did this student before, am I right?" The sorting hat asked Dawn.
"Yes." Dawn thought. "But I need you to sort me again, my life will be in danger if you don't."
"OK, OK. Let's see....I do suggest you would be best in Slytherin."
"I can't go in there though."
"Then....let's see....I think you'd be best in..."
******Gryffindor Common Room******
Harry was overjoyed with the good news. The sorting hat chose Dawn to be in Gryffindor, the first decision anyways. Dawn was carrying all of her stuff into the common room and up to her new bed. As she set down her stiff to take a rest, everybody in the common room looked over and noticed the new arrival to their house. And they all knew who it was.
"Dawn Summers?" One asked. There were about thirty students in all in there.
"Hi." Dawn said brightly, waving her hand. Everybody cheered. They all knew Dawn someway, somehow.
"Dawn! We knew you were too good for Slytherin!" One yelled. Dawn smiled. She was very popular in Gryffindor. It wasn't that same with Slytherin. All of the girls hated her since Malfoy liked her.
"Dawn! Cool! When did you get here?" Hermione asked, running over to her through the crowd.
"Let's just say my death was awaiting me in Slytherin." Dawn replied, picking her suitcases back up again and carrying them to the spiril staircase to the girls dormitory. Dawn always helped everybody out. Whether it by in another house about Herbology, or in Slytherin about a scratch. Some of the Gryffindor boys started eyeing her melishiously. Harry got mad and started walking closer to Dawn until they came to the staircase, and Hermione helped Dawn bring them up. Harry walked back into the crowd and slumped on a beanbag chair happily. A few boys came over by him.
"Rumor has it you go out with her." One said.
"And?" Harry asked.
"You mean it's true? You do?" Another asked.
"Yep. And if I ever see any of you touch her in any phyiscal way, I'll have to physically hurt you." Harry replied smoothly.
"Damnit." Another muttered and they got up and walked away. Joe and Moe ran over.
"OK, Harry. We have this plan, you see, to absolutley crash the Slytherin's in their own game in the next Quidditch game." Moe started saying.
"Yea, but we need one more player for passing and goaling." Harry saw Dawn come down laughing with Hermione. "And I think I know the one."
******One Afternoon******
The next couple of weeks, a week before Christmas came and it was getting snowier. Dumbledore was going to have the games start first thing Febuary, which gave a few more months for everyone to practice. Harry and Dawn were outside on the field with the rest of the team. They were all practicing except for Harry and Dawn. She was learning for the first time how to ride a broom. He already taught her how to pick it up and how to sit on it while riding. It was time for her to actually ride it. He wanted her to be impressive towards McGonagal.
"Now, bend down your legs and push up." Harry instructed and demonstrated how to do so, bending his legs down and pushing up, flying high in the air. He landed smoothly and gave Dawn his Firebolt to give it a try. She did as him, going up higher than she thought, barily dodging Moe and higher.
"Oh great. How do I get down!" Dawn yelled.
"Here! Just point the tip of the broom downwards to the ground!" Harry yelled back. Dawn did as so and almost crashed down on the ground, until she pulled pulled the broom straight and slammed her feet down on the grass.
"Whoa." Dawn hopped off of the broom and ran back to Harry. "This thing is....strong."
"You learn to control it." Harry replied, shrugging. "But it's fun."
"Are you kidding? That was a blast! Can I try again??" Dawn asked.
"Sure." Harry handed her his broom again and she got on it, pouncing up high, zooming around, yelling, "Woohoo!" She was having a great time zooming around everybody.
******McGonagal's Office******
"This is exactly how I discovered Mr. Potters abilities in Quidditch. Flying by my window." McGonagal said please at her desk, talking to Dawn.
"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Dawn asked anxiously. "My broom slipped when I came by and I had no idea that it almost shattered the window."
"It's an easy fix, Dawn. Only a large scratch." McGonagal pointed her wand at the window and said aloud, "Repairo." and the window no longer had a large scratch on it.
"Oh, OK." Dawn said.
"But I did see your fantastic moves for a beginner." McGonagal smiled. "Just like Harry."
"Well...takes one to know one. He taught me."
"Really. He's an excellant techer than. But why would he take his training time out to help you."
"He kind of wanted me on the team."
"And why is that?"
"Because...he likes me...we go out."
"Really? What happened with Malfoy? I do know that you are in Gryffindor as of three weeks ago. But Dumbledore nor anybody would tell me why. And I run the Gryffindor house and I'm pretty pissed off that I still don't know."
"Oh...Buffy and Tara looked into this glass ball and they saw that Malfoy was about to kill me so...."
"Rubbish."
"Excuse me?"
"Can't believe everybody falls for Professor Tralawney's mistical predictions."
"Yea. It is stupid. Harry and I were doing our homework once for her class and we just made up predictions for the following week. How the heck are we supposed to know what's going to happen?"
"Well, it doesn't matter. God knows I hate the Slytherin house. Bless their souls. But you're too good for them." McGonagal smiled.
"Thanks for understanding then."
"But there is one punishment."
"Really...?"
"You shall serve for the Gryffindor Quidditch team."
"Wha...really?" Dawn shot up. Thanks! Thank you ma'am!" Dawn freaked, shaking MdGonagal's hand and running out of the door. Harry was waiting outside of it.
"So?" Harry asked anxiously.
"I'm on the team!" Dawn beamed.
"Really!" Dawn and Harry hugged and Dawn ran off. "Where are you going?"
"To get Buffy!" Dawn yelled back and ran down the corridor, running to Buffy's room.
******Buffy's Room******
Dawn ran in her room, and jumped around.
"What? Did anybody hurt you??" Buffy asked, petting Spunky's feathers and getting up.
"Tell me where he is." Spike jumped up, waiting for Dawn to reply.
"No guys! I'm on the team! Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Dawn shrieked.
"Is that a good thing?" Spike asked, turning to Buffy confused. "What's a Quidditch?"
"I thought I told you guys! Harry is the captain! It's a sport with brooms." Dawn replied.
"With bashing and flying and falling?" Buffy asked.
"Yea!" Dawn replied.
"Dawn. Don't you think it's a little to much of a...men's sport?" Buffy asked.
"No. What? Are you sexust?" Dawn replied.
"Well. If you're going to get bashed around and all...you might want...pretection for the....chi chis."
"What?"
"It really hurts getting punched on the...breast..."
"Oh, yea! I doubt anybody would purposely do that."
"Well...is that all you wanted to tell us?"
"Well...no...I kind of need a broom."
"A broom?" Buffy and Spike asked in unison.
"Yea. And it costs...money."
"Do we have money?" Buffy asked.
"I think we do." Dawn thought. "In that bank thingy that wizards go to."
"Well, we can check." Buffy said. "We'll go tonight."
******And...That Night******
"Well he wasn't kind." Dawn mumbled.
"That little midget looked familiar...hm." Buffy thought, wearing her heavy winter coat.
"And this is #341. After you."
"No no no. After you."
"No, I insist, after you."
"Please, I'd much appreciate if you went first."
"Well, if you insist." They joked and Dawn opened the large safe door, exposing pounds and pounds and pounds of gold coins, stacked all over. "I guess our past family left us alot." Dawn mumbled. "Oh my gosh. Look at all of this! I could probably buy twenty Firebolts with this!"
"And a large screen TV." Buffy muttered. Dawn looked at her oddly. "Girl's gotta dream in a world full of magic."
"Then let's buy my new broom." Dawn smiled brigtly and took hand fulls of hand fulls of gold coins into her purse.
******Smithy's Broom Keep******
"This isn't where everybody gets theres." Danw mumbled, looking around the exquisit shop full of speedy brooms.
"Willow told me about this place. It's none like the rest. It's where all of the rich students get their brooms. Which seems like not many rich kids are around here." All of the brooms there were clean, and there were plenty of them. The shopkeeper came up to the front desk from behind a shelf of brooms.
"May I help you?" The musty old voice asked.
"Yea. We need a really fast broom." Buffy smiled. That was the best way she could put it.
"Aww. Then I suggest you go with Xtreme 5000. The fastest and most expensive since the Firebolt." The shopkeeper replied and went over by a shelf, taking out a glass case with Xtreme 5000 in it. He took it out and placed it on the counter. It had red and orange flames along the beginning of where the straw was and when the painted flames ended, there was black as the backround. On the stick, in big, bold, yellow letters, it said, "Xtreme 5000". It was amazing. It was beautiful, clean, and slick. Dawn had to touch it, until the shopkeeper slapped her hand.
"Ah ah ah. There's a price to pay before you can take it home. A high price." The shopkeeper replied.
"Here." Buffy poured tons and tons of gold coins on the counter.
"That will do." The shopkeeper took all of the coins, pleased, and put the broom back in it's case, handing it carefully to Dawn and Buffy. "Take good care of it."
"Thank you. Come on, let's go." Buffy said and they went out of the door, heading back to Hogwarts.
******To be Continued******
Next Chapter of Hogwarts and The Scoobies: It's soon to be Christmas. Ron and Ginny come back. Hermione tries cheering him up. Malfoy finds out something. No house can stop him. Fear ensues. Giles finishes his research up on....ha! You find out!
author's note: Sorry if they're late. I'm some how not able to upload my chapters. I have to have a friend upload them on her computer. Later days.