The Dragon and The Slayer A/N: This is a BtVS/HP crossover. I do not own the show, the movie or the books and do not take any credit for the concepts of them. No profit is being made from this crusty lil fic!
After reading a few BtVS/HP crossovers and even fewer Buffy/Draco related ones I decided to write my own. If any ideas seem familiar or copied to you please let me know as it is unintentional, and I will be happy to change them if it offends.
Now I think that's the lot so let us begin….
A brief synopsis: After the ordeal with The First, Buffy Summers is nothing but a shadow of her former self. Everyone she loves is gone, leaving her all alone in the world. Unknown to her Giles had sent for a certain someone before his death. Unfortunately he was delayed, now he turns up and it's up to him to look after and restore the Slayer.
"Passion, it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting and though unwanted unbidden it will stir. Open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we would know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow, empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd truly be dead." ~ Angel
Glazed hazel eyes.
Dull honey blonde hair.
Pale skin.
Painfully thin figure.
Tiny.
Fragile.
Broken.
I must confess that those were not words I would have thought to use to describe the Slayer. She was not at all how I pictured her to look like. Especially not after the rather lengthy description He had given me. But there she is sitting in front of the graves of her friends. She does not even sense my presence in the shadows. It makes me wonder how far-gone she really is. And if I can really bring her back…
My name is Draco Malfoy. Once upon a time I used to be proud of that name. But now I cringe to think of it and all of the memories it brings. In my past I've done a lot of things that I regret but none so much as not being there for the one person who was always there for me. At least when it mattered most. While my father may have taught me everything I know and prepared me for the wizarding world and the responsiblities that came with the Malfoy name Rupert Giles was the only one to ever give me hope. The most important thing he taught me was how to be a survivor. I respected him and it is a hard thing to earn my respect.
Rupert attended "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" with my father, Lucious. They were fairly close in their youth and there was a friendly rivalry between them that I thought my father incapable of feeling. He kept in contact with me long after he severed any ties of friendship with my father and joined the Watchers Council. Rupert was always looking out for me and I swore that one day I'd repay the favour. So that's why I'm here practically stalking his Slayer. I had received a letter quite some time ago from Rupert asking of me to look after his Slayer should anything every happen to him. He said that he knew he could trust me to not only take care of her but to understand her as well.
That was something I've always been grateful for. He knows what I've been through and he knows that I've overcome all of my shortcomings, my fears and most of all my guilt. He knows that even when I hit rock bottom, when there was nothing but hatred and darkness inside of me, that I was able to fill the emptiness and find life again. I know that he wants me to help his Slayer to accomplish the same. I only regret not being able to arrive earlier. Maybe I could have prevented the death of the man I considered my father.
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Dully I trace the engravings with my finger. The stone is cold, hard and smooth to touch. I feel numb with grief and horror as I desperately try to repress the memories of that night. The feeling of utter hopelessness at the sight of all my friends dying and I not being able to do a damn thing about it. And of course just to add to it all…here I am still alive and well. While my friends' rest eternally in the dirt.
How I envy them. I hate them for having that peace while I'm still here in this bright, hard, violent world. I hate that I hate them. I hate myself for wanting to be dead. What happened to me to make me this way? No that's a stupid question. I know what happened to make me this way. I was pulled out of Heaven. By my best friends so that I could continue to live in this world. Live in this world and suffer for it.
I remember that I told my sister a long time ago that the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. I think that was the truest thing I've ever said because I found living in this world so hard that I stopped living. I now exist. I go through all the motions of living but I don't feel anything. I know that my friends and Dawnie wouldn't want me to live this way but it hurts too much. I can't continue like this for much longer but the PTB won't let me go yet.
I'm the only one left now. No others will come after me. There will be no more Potentials and with them gone the line of Slayers is broken. Chosen one? More like Only one. Until there is balance once more between good and evil I will continue suffer for this world. This harsh unrelenting world, full of ignorant, ungrateful people who will never know how much the people I loved sacrificed. How much I sacrificed. How much I will continue to sacrifice.
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A/N: Right then I decided to revise and revamp The D & The S and then as I was doing it I decided it was to hard to change it completely like I wanted so I made some minor adjustments and left it at that. Tell me what you think please!!!