Title: All is Fair in Love and War

Author: me

Summary: Giles moves to London, the scoobies visit, become teachers, and a big surprise happens!

Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy n Co. and JK Rowling owns Harry n Co. -(I make up a few names)-

Sitting outside on the veranda of his new London apartment, Giles read the paper and sipped his tea. It wasn't the most commonly read newspaper. Because of his Watcher status and savoir-faire of magics, he was a receiver of a variety of the wizarding newspapers. This one happened to be and issue of The Witch's Weekly with an interesting little article on the front page about Professor Tashkent. Giles read on in the article. There was something about the 'Dark Lord' rising again with a full army of demons and such. Crackpot, he thought to himself, Voldemort must have been destroyed by now.
Interrupting his thoughts, a great white owl flew circles around the little veranda. Giles stared at the owl out in broad daylight as it landed on the chair next to his own. Odd, and It's carrying a letter. He reached toward the owl and stroked its feathers lightly, untying the parchment letter. I'm needed to teach at Hogwarts?

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Standing with his duffel and the ticket that was enclosed in the letter, Giles stood looking at the column between platforms nine and ten. Making sure no one was paying attention; he backed up slowly and casually leaned on the corner on the column and with one last look, slid through the barrier.

On the other side was an amazing site. There were children young and old on their way to one of the greatest wizarding schools, and the Hogwarts express. It was the largest train he'd ever seen. Giles hurried into and empty compartment, made himself comfortable, and soon fell asleep.

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'Wonder if we'll have a Defense of the Dark Arts teacher who'll stay longer this year.' Hermione speculated and the three friends sat at the Gryffindor table in the dinning hall. That night the ceiling was bewitched to look like the starry night sky.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron had been best friends since their first year and Hogwarts and they still are in their fifth. Harry looked up at Hermione's comment, 'Don't worry about it. But, maybe he'll be a little more normal this year.'

'Normal is boring.' Remarked Ron, appearing a bit bored and hungry. In fact, they were all hungry.

'When are the first years coming? I'm starving!' said Harry, who received several nods from around the table.

They were interrupted by the group of nervous looking first years awaiting the renowned hat ceremony. One by one they filed into a line in front of the Sorting Hat and in began singing and then calling their names. Once the chosen first year had sat on the stool, the hat was placed upon their head, and it began its profession. The Sorting Hat did it eloquently as it does every year; rummaging through the young child's head and deciding which house they should be placed, sometimes yelling out the name fast and sometimes taking its time.

The threesome had gotten so used to the process they decided to check out the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

'What does he think he's doing in that muggle garb?' Ron asked completely amused. 'Why do they dress in such weird clothes?'

'I agree; but maybe he just didn't have time to change into robes. He probably lives in a muggle neighborhood away from here.' Added Hermione.

'He looks really nervous,' said Harry, 'and he keeps wiping he glasses over and over.'

Dumbledore rose and the hall became silent. He introduced the nervous man as Professor Rupert Giles, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore also said something about teachers not being here yet, but he looked at the table and everyone was accounted for. Disrupting his thoughts, the empty plates, dishes, and bowls became full with food and everyone began to eat. Once they were finished with the feast, they all wandered up into their common room and then to bed.

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The first thing the students found when they woke up the next morning was their schedules on their nightstands. Harry put on his glasses and read over his classes. Defense against the dark arts with the slytherins is first today, and oh no, potions with them too. Muggle studies with Hufflepuffs, care of magical creatures with Ravenclaw, divination with. hey what's this?

Harry put on his robes and rushed down stairs when he noticed Ron wasn't in his bed. He entered the common room to find Ron and Hermione sitting on the couch.

'Hey did you guys.'

'See the new class?' finished Ron. 'Sure did.'

'It can't have much of a difference from Defense against the dark arts, can it?' asked Harry as he sat next to Ron.

'I couldn't say what its about, all I can tell is its some kind of self defense, but without magic?' answered Hermione.

'Without magic? What are we going to do, hit people?' joked Ron.

Fred and George, Ron's older brothers, walked over to the threesome with big grins on their faces.

'We don't want any.' Ron said.

'Yeah, no exploding candies or fake wands or all bogie flavored beans today thanks.' Harry added.

'But we appreciate the thought' added Hermione sarcastically and not looking up from her book.

'Ah, already starting homework are we, Hermione?' they asked teasingly.

'Hardy har har you two, and no I haven't started homework. I'm studying the slayer.' She answered. 'I think she has something to do with our new class.'

'The slayer's a she? Yes! She could be hot!' Fred and George chuckled mockingly. 'Are you sure she's a girl; how can a girl have that much strength? Because the slayer kills vampires, right?' becoming more serious.

'Yes, I'm sure she's a she. Oh, we need to get to breakfast or we'll be late. Come on.' Hermione grabbed her two friends' arms and pulled them off the couch and out of the common room, downstairs to breakfast.

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran down the hall; they were trying not to be late for their first class of the day. The three hurriedly opened the door to see a modernly decorated room, but once they entered they saw various grisly-looking weapons hanging on the wall. They sat down in their desks and Giles walked in with an armful of papers and books.

'Ah, hello. I'm Rupert Giles; you can call me Mr. Giles. Uh, I'll call role, then.'

Giles articulated each name slowly, as not to make a mistake in pronunciation. Some of these names are very creative. 'Hermione Granger,' he called out and looked up. 'I said that right, didn't I? So sorry, I'm not used to these, uh, original names.'

Harry slouched in his desk, waiting for the new teacher to call his name and do the usual process of, 'Are you really Harry Potter? The boy who lived, do you have the scar?' He hated that and he was the next name to be called.

'Ah, here's and easy one. Harry Potter.' Giles looked up, saw Harry's hand raised in response, nodded, and kept on with the role to Harry's amazement. Well...

Once Giles had finished with the role, he began to walk to the front of his desk casually. 'Well, where to start. Oh yes, just to clarify, I'll be having an assistant in this class coming soon. There will be two actually. I'm sure they'd like to be known as Miss Willow and Miss Tara. I have confidence in you students that you'll treat them respect as they teach you some spells and such. I really don't know of their teaching plan.' Giles started to clean his glasses once again.

Hermione raised her hand. 'Yes Ms. Granger?' Giles asked, motioning for her to ask her question.

'I was wondering, Mr. Giles, where did you learn to become a wizard?' she inquired timidly.

'Actually I am not a wizard.'

This caused a few murmurs around the room and they all suddenly understood the 'muggle clothes'. Giles noticed and decided to explain.

'I was schooled at the Watcher's Council,' he said hoping that would help. All he got was a class full of confused faces. 'I am a watcher.' He looked around again. 'I guide the slayer.' he concluded, satisfied once he got a few faces to understand him. 'Perhaps I should start today's lesson on the slayer, yes?'

'The slayer is a young woman who is called upon to save the world from demons and vampires. She is the chosen one. There are potential slayers all over the world; they have the power but just don't know how to use it yet.' He explained.

A boy named Malfoy from the Slytherin house spoke up. 'Well if you guide the slayer, where is she then?' He and his cronies snickered. They apparently didn't approve of having a 'muggle' teacher and decided to disrespect his authority as much as possible. Hit him where they thought it would hurt.

'The slayer is in California, in America. I was fired from duties as her watcher because I apparently helped her too much.' Giles said a bit huffily. 'The slayer the got a new watcher, whom she disliked very much I might add, and continued to communicate her slayer duties with me until I decided she didn't need me anymore. Therefore, I came here, to England that is.'

'Yes, Ron?'

'What is her name?' Ron asked.

'The slayer's name is Buffy Summers. She is one of the longest living slayers of all time and the only to have friends and family that know her occupation. I believe they will be visiting here sometime. I'll leave the rest for her to tell. But two of her friends, Willow and Tara, the ones I mentioned earlier as my assistants are Wiccan. They are like witches but their practice is without the use of a wand.' Giles looked at his watch, ignoring the surprised gasps from the students at the thought of practicing magic without a wand. 'I see we have maybe two or three minutes left. There won't be any homework tonight.' He added as the bell sounded.

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Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ron's two brothers had their homework spread out over one of the tables. They had homework in every class except for defense against the dark arts.

'This maybe my new favorite class!' Ron said.

'Did you guys like the new teacher? Mr. Giles was awesome.' Said Fred

'Yeah, we talked about demons and hell gods. It was a lot more interesting than last year with that pompous Lockhart.' Added George.

'No offence Hermione.' Reassured Fred.

'Oh please, I was so over him buy the third day he was here. At the most.' She retorted.

'We talked about the slayer, and found out that he's her watcher!' answered Harry. 'Now that's one girl I'd like to meet.'

'She must be extremely strong.' Wondered Hermione aloud. 'It sounds so interesting, to kill demons and vampires I mean; I should do more research on her. I wonder if she's killing vampires right now.'

'Come on guys let's head down for dinner.'

'After you, Harry. We're right with ya.' Said Ron as the three hungry friends exited the common room, leaving the twins behind to their school work and started down to dinner.