Bonjour! This is my Harry Potter / Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover. I
love them, so I decided to write one myself. Semi-unusual couples, so it
will be different than other stories! Promise! Review when you finish
reading. Please? :) Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Okay, well I own a lot, but not Harry Potter and friends, or Buffy and the Scooby Gang. Alas.
Chapter 1
"When are we going to get there?"
Buffy moaned into the seat in front of her as she dropped her head against it with a thud.
Xander whipped around and peered at her over the seats. " Buff, for the last time, please do not keep jolting Anya awake like that!" He hissed. " I can't ever get her to shut up! Only when she's asleep! Do you - "
Anya yawned next to her fiancee. " Xander?"
"Yes, honey?" He shot around fast as lightning. Buffy chuckled inwardly. He was whipped all right. Whipped good.
Icy fingers trailed her spine. Buffy shivered, somewhat in excitement, but kept her gaze straight ahead of her.
A low voice came tauntingly to her: " Ya know, Buffy, you can always lay on me." She glared at him. He clucked his tongue. " Anytime, luv." She stayed silent. Spike went for his last resort. " People been jumpin' off of the plane, you know. It's burning as we speak. People to save, luv! Dawn, and - "
Buffy turned to look at him, startled out of her determined revierie, panic and fear in her eyes. " Dawnie? Where is she? What's wrong?" She looked around, worried. Spike pulled her back into her seat, calming her somewhat. " Buffy, Dawn's fine. I was only trying to get your attention."
A sharp crack could be heard two rows away, where Dawn sat with Tara, earphones blasting on high. She still heard the sting. Ouch, Dawn thought. Poor Spike. Wonder what he did this time.
"Why the hell do you do that? Hit me, or something!! Don't get me all worried about my family and friends! How dare you!"
Spike rubbed his sore jaw, drew an unneeded breath and turned to the Slayer. "Well if lil' miss bitch wasn't off in la-la-land, whining like a child, maybe when you were needed you would know!!!"
Buffy was infuriated. " How dare you! I --"
Everyone turned back around that had been staring - namely, the Scooby Gang; it was a three A.M. flight and no other passengers were traveling to England at this hour. Buffy and Spikes' antics were a common occurence.
Spike interrupted her. " And you already bloody know why we're going to England!"
Buffy sulked out the window. She noticed they were over the Atlantic right then, but she could make out some islands further in the distance. Almost there, she thought. The sleepiness that she had been fighting off the whole flight finally struck her. She curled her feet up underneath her ( which was easy for her to do in an airplane seat, because of her petite frame ) and fell asleep.
Spike felt pressure on his shoulder. He smiled when he saw the Slayer resting her head upon it. For all her talk and strength, she was still just a girl who had to sleep like everybody else. Still human. He quietly took his leather duster from the side of the seat and draped it over her. She barely stirred. He chuckled.
*****
Willow was restless. When she had come across that book in the Magic Box, she had never expected to be on a plane to England two days later. It hadn't really been anything important. She had thought it was her Harry Potter book that she had left lying around, and had sat down with the book. She noticed the cover wasn't The Goblet of Fire, but Hogwarts: A History. Intrigued, she went to open it. Then it talked. It TALKED to her. Since she had always been around the supernatural, it really hadn't scared her. Much. When she had questioned it, it had simply said to turn to page 256 and do the incantation for owl messaging. She was a bit wary, as she had been trying to stay away from magic, but it prodded and she did. But nothing happened. So Willow slid the book back onto the shelf and left in a hurry.
The next afternoon the Scooby Gang had been gathered in the shop when a large tawny owl flew through the open door, right over Xanders' head. Xander was to owls as Anya was to bunnies, so it didn't really help his rep when he screamed like a girl and ran whimpering to his fiancee...
" Help! Get it away! Buffy kill it! Use those superSlayer powers of yours," Xander shrieked. Anya firmly tore him from her and matter-of- factly said, " Oh Xander, don't be silly. It's just an owl." She picked up the owl and Xander shrank back. Taking a closer look at the owl, she continued brightly, " An owl from the Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" She tore the note off its foot and read it, oblivious to the blank stares she received from the Scooby Gang. An envelope feel out opened, revealing a number of what appeared to be plane tickets. Her brow narrowed a bit, then she looked up. " Actually, it's from a Professor McGonagall. Hmm," she thought out loud, " I think I knew a McGonagall back in my demon days - old pals, Minnie and I were. If I am to believe this is from her..."
" She wants some guy punished and she couldn't find your talisman?" Xander interrupted, still wary of the bird.
" No, sweetie. I gave some guy boils for her almost sixty-five years ago." She cackled at the memory. " Funny story, really - " She noticed their looks. " Anyway, she's Transfiguration teacher there. They send owls like mortals send letters, or e-mail." She continued hurriedly, recognizing the blank looks. " Well, it says here that she needs our help - especially the Wicca, the Vampire, and the Slayer - to defeat He - Who - Must - Not - Be - Named. He has risen again!" She gasped as the reality of it sank in.
Xander, however, was amused. " He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Who musn't he be named? Does his name give people hives? Or, better yet, is it too long or too difficult to pronouce?" he mocked. Anya turned a stern glare towards her fiancee, who stopped snickering.
"His name is Lord Voldemort, and he is the most evil, dangerous dark wizard in the world. The most powerful too; other than Dumbledore."
Willow looked confused. " Wait, those people are real? I, I just thought they were characters in the Harry Potter books... right, Dawnie?"
Dawn shrugged in that teenaged, I-don't-care-much kind of way. " Dunno. I have really hard history homework. Would you mind if I finished it?" she asked pointedly, annoyed at the interruption. She was just getting into the feel of the Peloponnesian Wars, when -
She sighed and relented at Willows hurt look. " I guess anything's possible. I mean, if my sisters' the Slayer, her boyfriends tend to be vampires, she has had two witches, an ex-demon, another Slayer, a werewolf, a Seer, and two Watchers - one a 'lone demon hunter' - I think just about anything could happen. Even Harry Potter being real, and - " Dawn just realized what she was saying, and clapped her hand over her mouth. " Oh my God!! Do you think I'll get to meet Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? I have had the hugest crush on him since Prisoner of Azkaban!!!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. Suddenly it hit her that this was unbecoming of a teenager and tried to regain her dignity, sitting back down, blushing furiously. Buffy looked amused. " Ookay. So - "
She was interrupted by the sound of the tinkling visitors' bell. Someone rushed in under a blanket, scorched and smoky. Buffy groaned. No one else but --
"Slayer," Spike said agreeably as he threw his blanket aside in a heap. He nodded to the rest of them. " Red, Demon, Tara, Mortal, Dawnie." Buffy stood her ground. "Spike," she evenly replied. He smirked at her. She glared at him.
Anya frantically waved the letter in front of Buffy's nose. " Hello? Earth-shattering business to attend to! We have to get to Hogwarts, as fast as possible! I suppose we'll floo -"
Willow interjected. " But there aren't any fireplaces around - California, people - much less any hooked up to the floo network! No," she stated, " We'll just have to fly to England. On a plane," she glared at Dawn who had undoubtedly wished they could travel by flying car like Harry and Ron in the Chamber of Secrets. The girl looked down at her hands, a bit crestfallen. Willow continued.
" We should start packing. The tickets say our flight is tomorrow, three A.M.. Let's move out!"
As the Scooby Gang moved to go to their respective homes, Willow grabbed Spike's arm and dragged him out the door. He had been terribly confused, and Willow told him, " We'll fill you in on the plane!" Spike scoffed. " The plane?!?"
*****
So Willow sat there, trying to figure out exactly why they were needed. She had all four volumes of the Harry Potter series arranged in front of her, and she was speed reading to find all she could about Voldemort, Harry Potter, and his adventures. Okay, so she was having fun at the same time. After all, she was still reading the stories.
But very soon those stories would become common knowledge, where she - and the rest of the Scooby Gang - were going.
So...did you like it? Remember, I'm posting as I go here. And I'm tiens busy, ( to be French ) because hell week for the musical started two days ago. But fear not! I shall continue writing at possible times. Now this comes from a highly caffeinated headache medicine I took at rehearsal tonight. It's 12:30 am. And now I'm getting tired. So...yeah. I love Harry Potter now. I LOVE it so much. It's great. For those who have read my High School: That Place That You Learn Series, I am writing the next turning-point chapter as we speak. I will sincerely try to finish it soon. Luv you all! And please, please bring some sunshine to my endless day and REVIEW!!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Okay, well I own a lot, but not Harry Potter and friends, or Buffy and the Scooby Gang. Alas.
Chapter 1
"When are we going to get there?"
Buffy moaned into the seat in front of her as she dropped her head against it with a thud.
Xander whipped around and peered at her over the seats. " Buff, for the last time, please do not keep jolting Anya awake like that!" He hissed. " I can't ever get her to shut up! Only when she's asleep! Do you - "
Anya yawned next to her fiancee. " Xander?"
"Yes, honey?" He shot around fast as lightning. Buffy chuckled inwardly. He was whipped all right. Whipped good.
Icy fingers trailed her spine. Buffy shivered, somewhat in excitement, but kept her gaze straight ahead of her.
A low voice came tauntingly to her: " Ya know, Buffy, you can always lay on me." She glared at him. He clucked his tongue. " Anytime, luv." She stayed silent. Spike went for his last resort. " People been jumpin' off of the plane, you know. It's burning as we speak. People to save, luv! Dawn, and - "
Buffy turned to look at him, startled out of her determined revierie, panic and fear in her eyes. " Dawnie? Where is she? What's wrong?" She looked around, worried. Spike pulled her back into her seat, calming her somewhat. " Buffy, Dawn's fine. I was only trying to get your attention."
A sharp crack could be heard two rows away, where Dawn sat with Tara, earphones blasting on high. She still heard the sting. Ouch, Dawn thought. Poor Spike. Wonder what he did this time.
"Why the hell do you do that? Hit me, or something!! Don't get me all worried about my family and friends! How dare you!"
Spike rubbed his sore jaw, drew an unneeded breath and turned to the Slayer. "Well if lil' miss bitch wasn't off in la-la-land, whining like a child, maybe when you were needed you would know!!!"
Buffy was infuriated. " How dare you! I --"
Everyone turned back around that had been staring - namely, the Scooby Gang; it was a three A.M. flight and no other passengers were traveling to England at this hour. Buffy and Spikes' antics were a common occurence.
Spike interrupted her. " And you already bloody know why we're going to England!"
Buffy sulked out the window. She noticed they were over the Atlantic right then, but she could make out some islands further in the distance. Almost there, she thought. The sleepiness that she had been fighting off the whole flight finally struck her. She curled her feet up underneath her ( which was easy for her to do in an airplane seat, because of her petite frame ) and fell asleep.
Spike felt pressure on his shoulder. He smiled when he saw the Slayer resting her head upon it. For all her talk and strength, she was still just a girl who had to sleep like everybody else. Still human. He quietly took his leather duster from the side of the seat and draped it over her. She barely stirred. He chuckled.
*****
Willow was restless. When she had come across that book in the Magic Box, she had never expected to be on a plane to England two days later. It hadn't really been anything important. She had thought it was her Harry Potter book that she had left lying around, and had sat down with the book. She noticed the cover wasn't The Goblet of Fire, but Hogwarts: A History. Intrigued, she went to open it. Then it talked. It TALKED to her. Since she had always been around the supernatural, it really hadn't scared her. Much. When she had questioned it, it had simply said to turn to page 256 and do the incantation for owl messaging. She was a bit wary, as she had been trying to stay away from magic, but it prodded and she did. But nothing happened. So Willow slid the book back onto the shelf and left in a hurry.
The next afternoon the Scooby Gang had been gathered in the shop when a large tawny owl flew through the open door, right over Xanders' head. Xander was to owls as Anya was to bunnies, so it didn't really help his rep when he screamed like a girl and ran whimpering to his fiancee...
" Help! Get it away! Buffy kill it! Use those superSlayer powers of yours," Xander shrieked. Anya firmly tore him from her and matter-of- factly said, " Oh Xander, don't be silly. It's just an owl." She picked up the owl and Xander shrank back. Taking a closer look at the owl, she continued brightly, " An owl from the Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" She tore the note off its foot and read it, oblivious to the blank stares she received from the Scooby Gang. An envelope feel out opened, revealing a number of what appeared to be plane tickets. Her brow narrowed a bit, then she looked up. " Actually, it's from a Professor McGonagall. Hmm," she thought out loud, " I think I knew a McGonagall back in my demon days - old pals, Minnie and I were. If I am to believe this is from her..."
" She wants some guy punished and she couldn't find your talisman?" Xander interrupted, still wary of the bird.
" No, sweetie. I gave some guy boils for her almost sixty-five years ago." She cackled at the memory. " Funny story, really - " She noticed their looks. " Anyway, she's Transfiguration teacher there. They send owls like mortals send letters, or e-mail." She continued hurriedly, recognizing the blank looks. " Well, it says here that she needs our help - especially the Wicca, the Vampire, and the Slayer - to defeat He - Who - Must - Not - Be - Named. He has risen again!" She gasped as the reality of it sank in.
Xander, however, was amused. " He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Who musn't he be named? Does his name give people hives? Or, better yet, is it too long or too difficult to pronouce?" he mocked. Anya turned a stern glare towards her fiancee, who stopped snickering.
"His name is Lord Voldemort, and he is the most evil, dangerous dark wizard in the world. The most powerful too; other than Dumbledore."
Willow looked confused. " Wait, those people are real? I, I just thought they were characters in the Harry Potter books... right, Dawnie?"
Dawn shrugged in that teenaged, I-don't-care-much kind of way. " Dunno. I have really hard history homework. Would you mind if I finished it?" she asked pointedly, annoyed at the interruption. She was just getting into the feel of the Peloponnesian Wars, when -
She sighed and relented at Willows hurt look. " I guess anything's possible. I mean, if my sisters' the Slayer, her boyfriends tend to be vampires, she has had two witches, an ex-demon, another Slayer, a werewolf, a Seer, and two Watchers - one a 'lone demon hunter' - I think just about anything could happen. Even Harry Potter being real, and - " Dawn just realized what she was saying, and clapped her hand over her mouth. " Oh my God!! Do you think I'll get to meet Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? I have had the hugest crush on him since Prisoner of Azkaban!!!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. Suddenly it hit her that this was unbecoming of a teenager and tried to regain her dignity, sitting back down, blushing furiously. Buffy looked amused. " Ookay. So - "
She was interrupted by the sound of the tinkling visitors' bell. Someone rushed in under a blanket, scorched and smoky. Buffy groaned. No one else but --
"Slayer," Spike said agreeably as he threw his blanket aside in a heap. He nodded to the rest of them. " Red, Demon, Tara, Mortal, Dawnie." Buffy stood her ground. "Spike," she evenly replied. He smirked at her. She glared at him.
Anya frantically waved the letter in front of Buffy's nose. " Hello? Earth-shattering business to attend to! We have to get to Hogwarts, as fast as possible! I suppose we'll floo -"
Willow interjected. " But there aren't any fireplaces around - California, people - much less any hooked up to the floo network! No," she stated, " We'll just have to fly to England. On a plane," she glared at Dawn who had undoubtedly wished they could travel by flying car like Harry and Ron in the Chamber of Secrets. The girl looked down at her hands, a bit crestfallen. Willow continued.
" We should start packing. The tickets say our flight is tomorrow, three A.M.. Let's move out!"
As the Scooby Gang moved to go to their respective homes, Willow grabbed Spike's arm and dragged him out the door. He had been terribly confused, and Willow told him, " We'll fill you in on the plane!" Spike scoffed. " The plane?!?"
*****
So Willow sat there, trying to figure out exactly why they were needed. She had all four volumes of the Harry Potter series arranged in front of her, and she was speed reading to find all she could about Voldemort, Harry Potter, and his adventures. Okay, so she was having fun at the same time. After all, she was still reading the stories.
But very soon those stories would become common knowledge, where she - and the rest of the Scooby Gang - were going.
So...did you like it? Remember, I'm posting as I go here. And I'm tiens busy, ( to be French ) because hell week for the musical started two days ago. But fear not! I shall continue writing at possible times. Now this comes from a highly caffeinated headache medicine I took at rehearsal tonight. It's 12:30 am. And now I'm getting tired. So...yeah. I love Harry Potter now. I LOVE it so much. It's great. For those who have read my High School: That Place That You Learn Series, I am writing the next turning-point chapter as we speak. I will sincerely try to finish it soon. Luv you all! And please, please bring some sunshine to my endless day and REVIEW!!!!!