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 Four
"What's Floom?"
Dawn looked curiously between Giles and Willow, noting with a grin that Willow was rather busy discreetly shooting looks at the older Weasleys than listening to her. The redhead had practically swooned when they came in the house, and Dawn couldn't help but agree. They were both seriously hot. And nice bodies from what she could tell through the robes they were wearing. Very nice indeed, maybe Willow would like to play with one.
Because she sure wasn't about to answer Dawn's question. The blonde pouted, turning her head to look up at her sister's former Watcher. Giles had heard her, shooting her a reassuring smile.
"It's a magical method of travel," he informed. "Instaneous really."
"Okay," Dawn nodded, nudging Willow so she would pay attention to the conversation as well. "How does it work?"
"Quite simple dear," Molly answered. "You just step into the fireplace and reach for some floom powder. Then you clearly state where you want to go, throw the powder down, and you're there."
"Doesn't sound too difficult," Willow mused, craning her neck to look at the bowl of powder Molly had in her hands.
"Well, I'll go first just in case," Giles stated firmly, advancing into the fireplace. Both girls watched him with wide eyes. Giles took some powder into his hand, smiling his thanks at Molly. Then Molly pushed everyone back. Willow blushed a bit when she felt herself press against a firm chest. One of the older boys no doubt, and he had his hand on her arm, pulling her a safe distance from Giles. The Watcher gave the inhabitants of the house one last smile before announcing his destination in a ringing voice.
"Gringotts!" he bellowed, throwing the powder down at his feet. There was a slight whoosh and smoke. Both girls watched in horror as Giles went up in green flames, disappearing right before their eyes.
"Right then," Molly declared, pulling Dawn forward. "Your turn darling."
Dawn's eyes went wider than before, a few gurgling noises coming from her throat. She turned to Willow, shaking her head slightly as Molly pushed her towards the fireplace.
"I'll be right after you," Willow offered in consolation.
"Well, no you won't because I'm not going," Dawn protested, dragging her heels as Molly continued to pull her.
"Don't worry dear," Molly assured her. "Everything will be fine. Just remember to state your destination carefully."
"But-"
"Don't worry, I'm scared too," Harry whispered in her ear. "Never done this before." Dawn gave him a slightly strained look before stepping into the fireplace. She took the powder hesitantly, eyes seeking out Willow. The redhead gave her a thumbs up sign and a reassuring smile. Dawn sighed, squeezing her eyes shut as she spoke.
"Gringotts!"
And with a toss of her hand, Dawn was gone.
*****
Landing was interesting. One minute you're in the fireplace, the next you're on the floor in a painful heap.
Willow let out a grunt as she hit stone cold floor. The redhead gave a slight moan before opening her eyes.
"At least you landed on the floor," were the words to greet her. Dawn was standing over Willow, offering the fallen redhead a hand up. Willow allowed herself to be pulled up, flailing a bit when she was on her feet.
"I landed on a goblin," Dawn revealed, shooting a glance towards a slightly irritated goblin in the corner. Willow stared at the small creature with glasses. It huffed at her attention, scrambling his way to the front of the room.
Dawn shrugged at his demeanour. She helped Willow dust herself off, clucking her tongue all the while. Willow took the time to look around, astounded with the dark room she was in.
"Girls," Giles called them from the desk. Willow started and then made for the front, dragging Dawn along with her. Giles offered them a smile when they joined him, handing something to the creature there. Willow just gave him a bit of a grimace before turning to the front desk. The goblin at the desk was examining some sort of key Giles had given him. Willow frowned, wondering exactly where they were going to get their money from.
"It's the Council's fund," he answered her unspoken question. "Kind of a insurance plan for lost Slayers' families."
"Oh," Dawn looked around her curiously. "Where's the vault?"
"Underground," came the answer from the front. The goblin looked at Giles. "Everything is in order. If you would just follow me."
Both girls were confused as they followed Giles and the goblin. Through doors and hallways until they entered a dark corridor. Willow's foot hit something, the redhead looking downwards to see the railway track at her feet.
"Um Giles?" she called out tentatively. Giles waved this off, signalling for the girls to hurry up. He stood by a trolley, looking at it grimly.
"In we go," he ordered seriously. Dawn and Willow exchanged confused looks before jumping into the trolley. Giles climbed in after them. There was a slight creak and then the trolley began to move.
*****
About an hour and one hell of a ride later, the three emerged from Gringotts loaded with the appropriate amount of cash. Dawn was the first to stumble out into the street, looking at the building she departed in a bit of shock. Willow and Giles followed, the latter rather pale in the face.
"Let's do it again!" the blonde shrieked in delight. Willow grinned, sobering when she saw the glare on Giles's face.
"Behave Dawn," the redhead muttered with restrained laughter. "We have to get supplies and stuff."
"Quite right," Giles nodded. "We have to get the wands first."
"Wands?" Dawn repeated in surprise. "I need a wand?"
"You both need a wand," Giles tossed over his shoulder, heading down the street. Willow took the moment to look around her, smiling at the sight of so many people in robes and cloaks.
"But Giles," she called out suddenly. "Why do I need a wand? I don't know how to use one."
"Professor McGonagall has volunteered to teach you while you're there," Giles explained. "But first things first, you have to find one."
Giles stopped abruptly outside a shop. Dawn looked up at the sign: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC, it read.
"In you go," Giles ushered them. "We have many supplies to get today."
Willow and Dawn allowed themselves to be pulled into the shop. Almost immediately a small man with silvery eyes appeared at the counter.
"May I help you?" he asked them amicably.
"Two wands," Giles answered. "One for each of them."
"Well, the young ones starting up at Hogwarts is she?" the man asked, motioning Dawn closer. "But what about the other?"
"A former wandless witch," Giles answered before Willow could open her mouth. "She'll be working at Hogwarts this semester."
"Oh," the man looked surprised, shaking it off as he produced a measuring tape from inside his robes. He quickly scuttled around to Dawn, tape unrolling and measuring. The blonde was shocked to see the tape continue to measure of its own accord as the man returned to behind the counter.
"Okay, on to the next," he shouted suddenly. The tape stopped, moving onto Willow. The redhead tolerated the strange tape floating around her. When the man called out for it to stop once more, it fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Okay, okay, here we go," the man mumbled to himself. He shoved a wand into Dawn's hand. "Try this. Six inches, beechwood with unicorn hair. Give it a whirl. Use your wand hand." Dawn hefted the piece of wood in her right hand, giving Willow a confused look before waving the wand. Nothing happened.
"Hm," the man mused, pulling more wands from his shelves. "Try this, willow wood with dragon heartstring, seven inches."
Again Dawn took the wand, waving it around. This time something happened. A ball of white light erupted from the wand, hitting the walls with a loud crash twice before disappearing.
"Sorry!" Dawn apologized. "I didn't mean to-"
"It's all right dear," he waved off. "Happens all the time. Here, Nine inches, birch with phoenix feather."
Dawn accepted the wand with a shaky hand, waving it and nothing happened. They went through wand after wand, finally stopping at a holly one with dragon heartstring that was seven inches. Dawn grasped the wand, feeling a strange warm feeling starting immediately in her hand.
"There we go!" the man exclaimed in joy. "And now for the other-"
"This one," Willow stated, pulling a wand from the pile of used ones by Dawn. The wand set out a glow immediately, signifying that it was indeed the one.
"Well, how about that," the man mused. "You just knew."
"I just knew," Willow agreed, not quite sure how she knew.
"Well, it's appropriate," the man enthused, recovering from his shock quickly. "Willow with phoenix feather, nine inches."
"Thanks," Willow murmured, eyes not leaving her new wand. Her fingers traveled over the bark of it, marveling at its smoothness. Giles coughed, stepping forward to pay the man. Dawn was playing with hers, making dramatic sweeps in the air with it.
"I like it," the blonde giggled. "It feels right."
"The wand chooses you," Giles informed her, ushering the girls out of the shop. "It's made for its master."
"Cool, but then how come Willow chose hers?" Dawn asked suddenly.
"I didn't chose it," Willow protested. "I just knew when you held it up that it was for me."
"Most people don't have that skill," Giles mused. "This might warrant some research."
Dawn rolled her eyes.
"You say that about flat tires."
*****
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 Four
"What's Floom?"
Dawn looked curiously between Giles and Willow, noting with a grin that Willow was rather busy discreetly shooting looks at the older Weasleys than listening to her. The redhead had practically swooned when they came in the house, and Dawn couldn't help but agree. They were both seriously hot. And nice bodies from what she could tell through the robes they were wearing. Very nice indeed, maybe Willow would like to play with one.
Because she sure wasn't about to answer Dawn's question. The blonde pouted, turning her head to look up at her sister's former Watcher. Giles had heard her, shooting her a reassuring smile.
"It's a magical method of travel," he informed. "Instaneous really."
"Okay," Dawn nodded, nudging Willow so she would pay attention to the conversation as well. "How does it work?"
"Quite simple dear," Molly answered. "You just step into the fireplace and reach for some floom powder. Then you clearly state where you want to go, throw the powder down, and you're there."
"Doesn't sound too difficult," Willow mused, craning her neck to look at the bowl of powder Molly had in her hands.
"Well, I'll go first just in case," Giles stated firmly, advancing into the fireplace. Both girls watched him with wide eyes. Giles took some powder into his hand, smiling his thanks at Molly. Then Molly pushed everyone back. Willow blushed a bit when she felt herself press against a firm chest. One of the older boys no doubt, and he had his hand on her arm, pulling her a safe distance from Giles. The Watcher gave the inhabitants of the house one last smile before announcing his destination in a ringing voice.
"Gringotts!" he bellowed, throwing the powder down at his feet. There was a slight whoosh and smoke. Both girls watched in horror as Giles went up in green flames, disappearing right before their eyes.
"Right then," Molly declared, pulling Dawn forward. "Your turn darling."
Dawn's eyes went wider than before, a few gurgling noises coming from her throat. She turned to Willow, shaking her head slightly as Molly pushed her towards the fireplace.
"I'll be right after you," Willow offered in consolation.
"Well, no you won't because I'm not going," Dawn protested, dragging her heels as Molly continued to pull her.
"Don't worry dear," Molly assured her. "Everything will be fine. Just remember to state your destination carefully."
"But-"
"Don't worry, I'm scared too," Harry whispered in her ear. "Never done this before." Dawn gave him a slightly strained look before stepping into the fireplace. She took the powder hesitantly, eyes seeking out Willow. The redhead gave her a thumbs up sign and a reassuring smile. Dawn sighed, squeezing her eyes shut as she spoke.
"Gringotts!"
And with a toss of her hand, Dawn was gone.
*****
Landing was interesting. One minute you're in the fireplace, the next you're on the floor in a painful heap.
Willow let out a grunt as she hit stone cold floor. The redhead gave a slight moan before opening her eyes.
"At least you landed on the floor," were the words to greet her. Dawn was standing over Willow, offering the fallen redhead a hand up. Willow allowed herself to be pulled up, flailing a bit when she was on her feet.
"I landed on a goblin," Dawn revealed, shooting a glance towards a slightly irritated goblin in the corner. Willow stared at the small creature with glasses. It huffed at her attention, scrambling his way to the front of the room.
Dawn shrugged at his demeanour. She helped Willow dust herself off, clucking her tongue all the while. Willow took the time to look around, astounded with the dark room she was in.
"Girls," Giles called them from the desk. Willow started and then made for the front, dragging Dawn along with her. Giles offered them a smile when they joined him, handing something to the creature there. Willow just gave him a bit of a grimace before turning to the front desk. The goblin at the desk was examining some sort of key Giles had given him. Willow frowned, wondering exactly where they were going to get their money from.
"It's the Council's fund," he answered her unspoken question. "Kind of a insurance plan for lost Slayers' families."
"Oh," Dawn looked around her curiously. "Where's the vault?"
"Underground," came the answer from the front. The goblin looked at Giles. "Everything is in order. If you would just follow me."
Both girls were confused as they followed Giles and the goblin. Through doors and hallways until they entered a dark corridor. Willow's foot hit something, the redhead looking downwards to see the railway track at her feet.
"Um Giles?" she called out tentatively. Giles waved this off, signalling for the girls to hurry up. He stood by a trolley, looking at it grimly.
"In we go," he ordered seriously. Dawn and Willow exchanged confused looks before jumping into the trolley. Giles climbed in after them. There was a slight creak and then the trolley began to move.
*****
About an hour and one hell of a ride later, the three emerged from Gringotts loaded with the appropriate amount of cash. Dawn was the first to stumble out into the street, looking at the building she departed in a bit of shock. Willow and Giles followed, the latter rather pale in the face.
"Let's do it again!" the blonde shrieked in delight. Willow grinned, sobering when she saw the glare on Giles's face.
"Behave Dawn," the redhead muttered with restrained laughter. "We have to get supplies and stuff."
"Quite right," Giles nodded. "We have to get the wands first."
"Wands?" Dawn repeated in surprise. "I need a wand?"
"You both need a wand," Giles tossed over his shoulder, heading down the street. Willow took the moment to look around her, smiling at the sight of so many people in robes and cloaks.
"But Giles," she called out suddenly. "Why do I need a wand? I don't know how to use one."
"Professor McGonagall has volunteered to teach you while you're there," Giles explained. "But first things first, you have to find one."
Giles stopped abruptly outside a shop. Dawn looked up at the sign: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC, it read.
"In you go," Giles ushered them. "We have many supplies to get today."
Willow and Dawn allowed themselves to be pulled into the shop. Almost immediately a small man with silvery eyes appeared at the counter.
"May I help you?" he asked them amicably.
"Two wands," Giles answered. "One for each of them."
"Well, the young ones starting up at Hogwarts is she?" the man asked, motioning Dawn closer. "But what about the other?"
"A former wandless witch," Giles answered before Willow could open her mouth. "She'll be working at Hogwarts this semester."
"Oh," the man looked surprised, shaking it off as he produced a measuring tape from inside his robes. He quickly scuttled around to Dawn, tape unrolling and measuring. The blonde was shocked to see the tape continue to measure of its own accord as the man returned to behind the counter.
"Okay, on to the next," he shouted suddenly. The tape stopped, moving onto Willow. The redhead tolerated the strange tape floating around her. When the man called out for it to stop once more, it fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Okay, okay, here we go," the man mumbled to himself. He shoved a wand into Dawn's hand. "Try this. Six inches, beechwood with unicorn hair. Give it a whirl. Use your wand hand." Dawn hefted the piece of wood in her right hand, giving Willow a confused look before waving the wand. Nothing happened.
"Hm," the man mused, pulling more wands from his shelves. "Try this, willow wood with dragon heartstring, seven inches."
Again Dawn took the wand, waving it around. This time something happened. A ball of white light erupted from the wand, hitting the walls with a loud crash twice before disappearing.
"Sorry!" Dawn apologized. "I didn't mean to-"
"It's all right dear," he waved off. "Happens all the time. Here, Nine inches, birch with phoenix feather."
Dawn accepted the wand with a shaky hand, waving it and nothing happened. They went through wand after wand, finally stopping at a holly one with dragon heartstring that was seven inches. Dawn grasped the wand, feeling a strange warm feeling starting immediately in her hand.
"There we go!" the man exclaimed in joy. "And now for the other-"
"This one," Willow stated, pulling a wand from the pile of used ones by Dawn. The wand set out a glow immediately, signifying that it was indeed the one.
"Well, how about that," the man mused. "You just knew."
"I just knew," Willow agreed, not quite sure how she knew.
"Well, it's appropriate," the man enthused, recovering from his shock quickly. "Willow with phoenix feather, nine inches."
"Thanks," Willow murmured, eyes not leaving her new wand. Her fingers traveled over the bark of it, marveling at its smoothness. Giles coughed, stepping forward to pay the man. Dawn was playing with hers, making dramatic sweeps in the air with it.
"I like it," the blonde giggled. "It feels right."
"The wand chooses you," Giles informed her, ushering the girls out of the shop. "It's made for its master."
"Cool, but then how come Willow chose hers?" Dawn asked suddenly.
"I didn't chose it," Willow protested. "I just knew when you held it up that it was for me."
"Most people don't have that skill," Giles mused. "This might warrant some research."
Dawn rolled her eyes.
"You say that about flat tires."
*****