Title: Dance Upon My Fingertips
Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone.
Category: HP/BTVS crossover (Yeah, I'm going to attempt one)
Pairings: Willow/Charlie Weasley, Hermione/Draco? (let me know about this), Harry/Dawn?, Ron/?
Spoilers: Season Five, the Gift for BTVS. CoS movie for HP.
Notes: Harry and the chaps get upgraded to fourteen for this fic. But otherwise, nothing is changed. For BTVS, no Willow/Tara relationship.
Summary: I decided to try one! After Buffy's death, Dawn and Willow have to move on . . .
Part Two
"They have a flying car. Giles wants us to travel in a flying car. Buffy would never let me in a flying car."
"Which is just the equivalent of Buffy driving a car," Anya offered with a giggle, going up to her tiptoes to glance at the landing car in the driveway. Xander tossed his wife a minor glare, standing rather defensively in front of the door.
"You're not going up in that thing," the man told his friends. "I don't care what G-man says. You're not going off in a flying car."
"Xander, don't be a prick," Willow muttered, elbowing her way to the door. She bent over to grab her bags, tossing her best friend a glare over her shoulder.
"Help?"
Xander sighed, running a hand through his hair was he helped the redhead with the bags.
"I just want it to be noted that I did not support this in any shape or form," he grumbled, hefting two bags out the door.
"It has been noted," Willow returned with a bit of a scoff. "Let's just get this show on the road already."
"Sorry about the shock," came the breathless voice with a nice British accent. "Mum told us that Mr. Giles told you about our arrival."
"Oh, we were told," Willow assured the red-haired teenager in front of her. "But the G-Man neglected to mention the whole flying car thing."
"Oh," the boy looked a bit shocked. "Well, that is unexpected. I thought for sure that would be the first thing Mr. Giles would mention."
"Well, it just supports my whole theory of Giles being a crafty little bastard," Anya quipped from behind Dawn. Xander tossed his wife a warning glare, one she returned with a pout.
"Not like you don't agreed," she muttered despondently, stalking to flop down the stairwell. The boy seemed mighty flustered, scratching his head and looking uncomfortable. Willow decided to take pity on the boy.
"Could you help us with our bags?" she asked sweetly. He nodded, reaching for some of the bags and turning back to the car. Willow watched him go, appraising him silently. He looked about sixteen, no more than eighteen she was willing to go. Fair skinned, red hair, and green eyes, not unlike her own appearance. In fact . . .
"He could be your long lost British brother," Dawn whispered in her ear. Willow gave a giggle, smiling at the girl behind her.
"That's exactly what I was thinking," she replied with a laugh.
"I don't like the looks of him," Xander muttered. "He's too young to be driving a flying car."
"And what's the legal age for that?" Willow countered.
"About thirty," Xander replied with a sniff. "And that's only after I've seen the pilot license. This is far too dangerous. You're not going with them. Oh well, try for another day."
Willow snaked out a hand, stilling his movement of bags back into the house.
"We're going Xander," she murmured softly but firmly. "I know you don't like it, but there's nothing to be done. Giles said we have to-"
"I can't seem to remember when we started listening to G-Man so much," Xander grumbled angrily. Willow sighed, giving Anya and Dawn a look. Both blondes jumped up, helping transfer the bags into the back of the flying car. They joined the boy and his two companions. They had to be related, all of them. Same hair, complexion, and eyes.
"Jesus," Xander growled. "How many more could there be?"
"Xander, enough," Willow sighed. "I know that you're not okay with us going, but we have to. There's nothing left for us to do here-"
"I'm still here!" Xander interjected. "And Anya. We're still here."
"And Giles is in England," Willow pressed gently. "And if we don't want to lose Dawn to Child Services, we have to go where G-Man is. Xander, this school is going to be good for Dawnie. She can't ever be a normal girl, she has too many powers. And the magic that is her, well, we can't ignore. She can never just sit back and pretend like she doesn't know all this stuff. It's the best thing we can do for her."
"You're just saying that because you want to go and be the new assistance head witch or whatever," Xander whined. Willow gave a brief laugh.
"I'm assistant librarian," she reminded him. "Not that big of a deal. Not too much of the witchy for me. Now, are you just going to pout and be sour all day, or are you actually going to wish us off? Please Xander, I don't want to leave on bad terms."
Xander sighed, body seemingly losing tension as he glared up at the night sky.
"I don't want you to leave on bad terms either," he relented. "But I still think this is overly extreme."
"You seem to have a lot of opinions on this," she told him amusedly. "Well, you and Dawn are two of my favourite topics," he grinned at her. "Have an invested interest in the two of you."
"Just come and say goodbye," she instructed with a grin, tugging him towards the car. "And act sociable to the others. Remember, they're not evil."
Xander made a face while she dragged him down the porch steps.
"Can you prove that?"
*****
"So, gas must be murder on this thing," Willow started conversationally. The youngest, Ron, favoured her with a smile.
"It doesn't run on gas," he told her. "So, not really a problem."
"Oh," Willow looked properly chastised. "I should have known that, with it being a magic car and all."
"It's okay," offered one of the twins, Fred? "It must have been a hell of a shock seeing us the first time."
"You think you git?" his brother George, snorted. "Miss Summers started screaming. I told you we should have just parked and than knocked. But no, you wanted to do things quickly."
"Well, we do have the whole issue with Mr. Potter," Fred tossed back. "We don't have a lot of time."
"Who's Mr. Potter?" Dawn asked. "And what happened to him?"
Ron sighed, leaning back in his seat and turning to face the two girls.
"Harry's my friend," he revealed. "He's a great wizard, or he will be. His parents died when he was younger, when You-Know-Who killed them."
"I don't know who," Willow cut in. "Who?"
Ron paled, biting his lip as he looked imploringly at his older brothers.
"Just tell her," Fred prompted. "They're bound to find out sooner or later."
"You-Know-Who was a really bad wizard," Ron finally answered. "He killed a lot of wizard families and tried to turn a lot over to his side. He was going to take over the world or something. Anyway, he went after Harry's parents because they wouldn't join them. And then he tried to kill Harry, but something weird happened. You-Know-Who failed and then disappeared. That's why Harry's such a big deal in the wizardy world, he's the Boy Who Lived."
"Sounds tough," Dawn sympathized. Ron nodded.
"It gets worse," Ron informed her. "He has to live with his Muggle Uncle and Aunt-"
"Muggle?" Willow interrupted again.
"Human," Ron explained. "And they're horrible to him. They don't want him going to Hogwarts. They even barred up his windows this time, trying to stop him from going this year."
"That's so mean!" Dawn protested.
"We agree," George called out from the front. "And that's why we're heading to his house before home. We're going to bust him out."
"Admirable," Willow offered with a smile. "But aren't your parents going to be mad if they find out?"
"They'll be mad we took the car to such a crowded neighbourhood," Fred agreed. "But not about Harry. Our Mum adores Harry."
"So does Ginny," Ron snickered from the back.
"Ginny?" Dawn asked.
"Our sister," George answered.
"How many are there?" Willow asked with a smile.
"Well, first there's Bill, then Charlie, then Percy, then the twins, then me and finally Ginny," Ron replied, ticking siblings off on each finger.
"How does your mother handle it?" Willow giggled, shaking her head as she thought it over.
"With an iron fist," Fred replied with a laugh. "Don't worry about our Mum. Be more worried about us when she finds out what we've done."
"Willow," Dawn tugged on the redhead's sleeve. "We're here."
"Already?" Willow asked, turning to watch the England landscape stretch out below her.
"And there's Harry's house," Ron pointed out his window. Dawn and Willow scooted closer to his side, watching as Fred lowered the car down next to a house. They pulled up beside a barred window, seeing the shocked boy on the other side. He looked about Dawn and Ron's age, black hair and wide eyes with glasses.
"Come on Harry!" Ron shouted out the window. "Get your trunk ready!" The boy nodded, speeding away to gather up his things. Dawn watched in interest as Ron latched a crane onto the bars. Willow pushed both kids back into their seats as Fred jerked the car away from the house. The bar came flying off the side of the house, falling rather noisily to the ground below. Harry looked scared, shooting a glance at his door. They heard some noise, sounds of shouts from inside the house.
"Hurry!" George urged. Harry need little encouragement. He threw his trunk into the car, falling into it right afterwards. The door burst open after that, a large man bursting into the room. He raced after Harry, latching onto his foot. Ron grabbed onto Harry, shouting at his brother to pull away. Willow and Dawn grabbed a hand each, pulling on their end of the boy. There commenced a brief tug of war, ending with another leap from Harry. His leap threw him onto Dawn's lap, the blonde giving a shocked squeal.
The Boy Who Lived blushed, sliding off her lap and squishing in between Ron and Dawn. He looked flushed, offering a smile to everyone in the car.
"Hello. I'm Harry Potter. Who might you be?"
*****
Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone.
Category: HP/BTVS crossover (Yeah, I'm going to attempt one)
Pairings: Willow/Charlie Weasley, Hermione/Draco? (let me know about this), Harry/Dawn?, Ron/?
Spoilers: Season Five, the Gift for BTVS. CoS movie for HP.
Notes: Harry and the chaps get upgraded to fourteen for this fic. But otherwise, nothing is changed. For BTVS, no Willow/Tara relationship.
Summary: I decided to try one! After Buffy's death, Dawn and Willow have to move on . . .
Part Two
"They have a flying car. Giles wants us to travel in a flying car. Buffy would never let me in a flying car."
"Which is just the equivalent of Buffy driving a car," Anya offered with a giggle, going up to her tiptoes to glance at the landing car in the driveway. Xander tossed his wife a minor glare, standing rather defensively in front of the door.
"You're not going up in that thing," the man told his friends. "I don't care what G-man says. You're not going off in a flying car."
"Xander, don't be a prick," Willow muttered, elbowing her way to the door. She bent over to grab her bags, tossing her best friend a glare over her shoulder.
"Help?"
Xander sighed, running a hand through his hair was he helped the redhead with the bags.
"I just want it to be noted that I did not support this in any shape or form," he grumbled, hefting two bags out the door.
"It has been noted," Willow returned with a bit of a scoff. "Let's just get this show on the road already."
"Sorry about the shock," came the breathless voice with a nice British accent. "Mum told us that Mr. Giles told you about our arrival."
"Oh, we were told," Willow assured the red-haired teenager in front of her. "But the G-Man neglected to mention the whole flying car thing."
"Oh," the boy looked a bit shocked. "Well, that is unexpected. I thought for sure that would be the first thing Mr. Giles would mention."
"Well, it just supports my whole theory of Giles being a crafty little bastard," Anya quipped from behind Dawn. Xander tossed his wife a warning glare, one she returned with a pout.
"Not like you don't agreed," she muttered despondently, stalking to flop down the stairwell. The boy seemed mighty flustered, scratching his head and looking uncomfortable. Willow decided to take pity on the boy.
"Could you help us with our bags?" she asked sweetly. He nodded, reaching for some of the bags and turning back to the car. Willow watched him go, appraising him silently. He looked about sixteen, no more than eighteen she was willing to go. Fair skinned, red hair, and green eyes, not unlike her own appearance. In fact . . .
"He could be your long lost British brother," Dawn whispered in her ear. Willow gave a giggle, smiling at the girl behind her.
"That's exactly what I was thinking," she replied with a laugh.
"I don't like the looks of him," Xander muttered. "He's too young to be driving a flying car."
"And what's the legal age for that?" Willow countered.
"About thirty," Xander replied with a sniff. "And that's only after I've seen the pilot license. This is far too dangerous. You're not going with them. Oh well, try for another day."
Willow snaked out a hand, stilling his movement of bags back into the house.
"We're going Xander," she murmured softly but firmly. "I know you don't like it, but there's nothing to be done. Giles said we have to-"
"I can't seem to remember when we started listening to G-Man so much," Xander grumbled angrily. Willow sighed, giving Anya and Dawn a look. Both blondes jumped up, helping transfer the bags into the back of the flying car. They joined the boy and his two companions. They had to be related, all of them. Same hair, complexion, and eyes.
"Jesus," Xander growled. "How many more could there be?"
"Xander, enough," Willow sighed. "I know that you're not okay with us going, but we have to. There's nothing left for us to do here-"
"I'm still here!" Xander interjected. "And Anya. We're still here."
"And Giles is in England," Willow pressed gently. "And if we don't want to lose Dawn to Child Services, we have to go where G-Man is. Xander, this school is going to be good for Dawnie. She can't ever be a normal girl, she has too many powers. And the magic that is her, well, we can't ignore. She can never just sit back and pretend like she doesn't know all this stuff. It's the best thing we can do for her."
"You're just saying that because you want to go and be the new assistance head witch or whatever," Xander whined. Willow gave a brief laugh.
"I'm assistant librarian," she reminded him. "Not that big of a deal. Not too much of the witchy for me. Now, are you just going to pout and be sour all day, or are you actually going to wish us off? Please Xander, I don't want to leave on bad terms."
Xander sighed, body seemingly losing tension as he glared up at the night sky.
"I don't want you to leave on bad terms either," he relented. "But I still think this is overly extreme."
"You seem to have a lot of opinions on this," she told him amusedly. "Well, you and Dawn are two of my favourite topics," he grinned at her. "Have an invested interest in the two of you."
"Just come and say goodbye," she instructed with a grin, tugging him towards the car. "And act sociable to the others. Remember, they're not evil."
Xander made a face while she dragged him down the porch steps.
"Can you prove that?"
*****
"So, gas must be murder on this thing," Willow started conversationally. The youngest, Ron, favoured her with a smile.
"It doesn't run on gas," he told her. "So, not really a problem."
"Oh," Willow looked properly chastised. "I should have known that, with it being a magic car and all."
"It's okay," offered one of the twins, Fred? "It must have been a hell of a shock seeing us the first time."
"You think you git?" his brother George, snorted. "Miss Summers started screaming. I told you we should have just parked and than knocked. But no, you wanted to do things quickly."
"Well, we do have the whole issue with Mr. Potter," Fred tossed back. "We don't have a lot of time."
"Who's Mr. Potter?" Dawn asked. "And what happened to him?"
Ron sighed, leaning back in his seat and turning to face the two girls.
"Harry's my friend," he revealed. "He's a great wizard, or he will be. His parents died when he was younger, when You-Know-Who killed them."
"I don't know who," Willow cut in. "Who?"
Ron paled, biting his lip as he looked imploringly at his older brothers.
"Just tell her," Fred prompted. "They're bound to find out sooner or later."
"You-Know-Who was a really bad wizard," Ron finally answered. "He killed a lot of wizard families and tried to turn a lot over to his side. He was going to take over the world or something. Anyway, he went after Harry's parents because they wouldn't join them. And then he tried to kill Harry, but something weird happened. You-Know-Who failed and then disappeared. That's why Harry's such a big deal in the wizardy world, he's the Boy Who Lived."
"Sounds tough," Dawn sympathized. Ron nodded.
"It gets worse," Ron informed her. "He has to live with his Muggle Uncle and Aunt-"
"Muggle?" Willow interrupted again.
"Human," Ron explained. "And they're horrible to him. They don't want him going to Hogwarts. They even barred up his windows this time, trying to stop him from going this year."
"That's so mean!" Dawn protested.
"We agree," George called out from the front. "And that's why we're heading to his house before home. We're going to bust him out."
"Admirable," Willow offered with a smile. "But aren't your parents going to be mad if they find out?"
"They'll be mad we took the car to such a crowded neighbourhood," Fred agreed. "But not about Harry. Our Mum adores Harry."
"So does Ginny," Ron snickered from the back.
"Ginny?" Dawn asked.
"Our sister," George answered.
"How many are there?" Willow asked with a smile.
"Well, first there's Bill, then Charlie, then Percy, then the twins, then me and finally Ginny," Ron replied, ticking siblings off on each finger.
"How does your mother handle it?" Willow giggled, shaking her head as she thought it over.
"With an iron fist," Fred replied with a laugh. "Don't worry about our Mum. Be more worried about us when she finds out what we've done."
"Willow," Dawn tugged on the redhead's sleeve. "We're here."
"Already?" Willow asked, turning to watch the England landscape stretch out below her.
"And there's Harry's house," Ron pointed out his window. Dawn and Willow scooted closer to his side, watching as Fred lowered the car down next to a house. They pulled up beside a barred window, seeing the shocked boy on the other side. He looked about Dawn and Ron's age, black hair and wide eyes with glasses.
"Come on Harry!" Ron shouted out the window. "Get your trunk ready!" The boy nodded, speeding away to gather up his things. Dawn watched in interest as Ron latched a crane onto the bars. Willow pushed both kids back into their seats as Fred jerked the car away from the house. The bar came flying off the side of the house, falling rather noisily to the ground below. Harry looked scared, shooting a glance at his door. They heard some noise, sounds of shouts from inside the house.
"Hurry!" George urged. Harry need little encouragement. He threw his trunk into the car, falling into it right afterwards. The door burst open after that, a large man bursting into the room. He raced after Harry, latching onto his foot. Ron grabbed onto Harry, shouting at his brother to pull away. Willow and Dawn grabbed a hand each, pulling on their end of the boy. There commenced a brief tug of war, ending with another leap from Harry. His leap threw him onto Dawn's lap, the blonde giving a shocked squeal.
The Boy Who Lived blushed, sliding off her lap and squishing in between Ron and Dawn. He looked flushed, offering a smile to everyone in the car.
"Hello. I'm Harry Potter. Who might you be?"
*****