Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Buffy or in Harry Potter.
The honour goes to J.K. Rowling and to Joss Wheton.
A/N: Thanks for so many reviews.nope the novelty still hasn't worn off. I still haven't gotten used to the fact that people like to read my stories! Yay! Thank you all! I hope that you like this next chapter: yes it's about the 'plan'.SO, I hope that I can keep updating regularly but incase I can't I'm sorry in advance, stupid year 12 half year exams. Oh well, on with the story! R&R.
Teaching is a Whole Different Language:
There was a rush and a sense of weightlessness and then her feet hit the ground hard. She bent her knees absorbing the impact. Then she had a chance to take in her surroundings. She was in England, no doubt about that. All the houses looked the same and the streets seemed to be extremely long.
"Where are we?" She asked the dog. He transformed back to his human self.
"This is the street that Harry lives in. His is number four. I'll wait just over here." He pointed a corner where a street intersected the street they were standing in.
"Okay."
"Good luck." His whispered then wandered away from her. She squared her shoulders and pulled her hair out of its pony tail. She ruffled it so that she would have the Dursleys wrapped around her little finger before she had said three words. Taking a breath she walked up the street.
She found the house she was looking for and took a tape recorder that she had brought from home with her out of her back pack. She steadied her self and prepared for a long day of torture. She rang the bell.
"Who are you?" A fat boy asked rudely when the door was opened.
"Hi!" She smiled her biggest smile. "You must be Master Dursley. I have been looking forward to meeting you for so long! I must admit that you are more handsome than you looked in the photo I was sent."
Dudley was obviously flattered and lost for words. Buffy was making herself sick the way she was laying on the niceness. But still, she thought to her self, piece of cake.
"Who are you?" He asked politely now.
"Oh, how silly of me for not introduce myself." She held out her hand. "My named Buffy Summers. I've come over from America to meet with you family if it's okay with your folks. I work for a business magizine that is published in almost all the states of America!"
"Really? Come in, do come in." She was admitted to the house. "Dad! Mum! There's some one to see you!" He yelled then showed Buffy into the sitting room.
A fat man and a skinny women hurried into the room. Buffy squealed with fake enthusiasm. "I'm sorry, I let my emotions get the better of me. It's just that I have waited for so long to meet you! My names Buffy Summers and I work for one of the most well known Business magazines in America. We have been following your work for some time now Mr. Dursley and I was sent here specifically to meet you and hopefully get an interview. We are all very impressed."
The man's chest swelled with pride. "Of course you can. After all if you've come all this way just to see me."
"Thank you Mr. Dursley."
"Please call me Vernon. This is my wife Petunia and my son Dudley."
"It really is a pleasure to meet you both." Buffy said.
"Come and sit. When did you arrive?"
"I got in last night, but I have to fly out again tomorrow, so that my article is published in the next issue of our magazine."
"Of course." They all sat and Petunia rushed to the kitchen. She returned quickly with drinks.
"Do you mind?" Buffy asked, gesturing to the recorder.
"Not at all." She turned it on then spoke to the tape.
"I am privileged to be sitting here with THE Vernon Dursely and his family." She continued to ask questions about his business starting with small questions then working up to more larger ones that would make the man proud. They talked for about two hours.
"Uncle Vernon?" A timid voice asked from the door.
"What.!" Vernon began but Buffy interrupted. She took the lad in quickly and saw that he would obviously be Harry Potter.
"Who is this charming boy?" She cried smiling.
"This is Harry, my nephew. We took him in when his parents died." He sounded gruff and she smoothed it over.
Speaking again to the tape, "I have just found out that as well as being a successful business man, Mr. Dursley is also a loving family man. To take in an orphan and make him one of the family is simply incredible."
"Yes, well, we have our ups and downs." He muttered.
Buffy glanced out the window to see that it was getting late. The session with Madame Pomfrey must have gone for longer than she thought. She decided to wrap the show up quickly.
"I already know that your charming son attends Smeltings, the finest school for young men in London," She smiled at Dudley, "But where does this young man go?"
"Unfortunately we have had a few problems with the lad and he attends St. Brutus." Buffy knew perfectly well that the school was for criminals. She nodded as though understanding.
"Yes, some people always turn out wrong." She had again impressed the Dursleys with her supposed lack of care for Harry. "Look, I'm afraid that I must be going now." She switched off the recorder. "I have already taken up too much of your time. If there was only something that I could do for you. I know! You have to drop Harry at the train station, to get him to school don't you?"
They nodded uncomfortably. "Well, I can take him in for you. My hotel isn't far from there and I certainly wouldn't mind. It would leave you with more time to spend with your handsome man." She smiled at Dudley. "Besides it the least that I can do. I will leave him with the officers at the station until his train leaves and I assure you that I will take absolutely no nonsense." She gave Harry a stern look.
The Dursleys looked at each other. She did make a good point. "Very well. I thank you for your thoughtfulness. I hope you heard that boy. Now go and get your things together now. Everything that you take to that school of yours."
Harry hurried off.
The minute the doorbell had rung, Harry had listened to the conversation. He was able to get a look at the girl. She wasn't too tall and she was young and beautiful. She was defiantly buttering his aunt and uncle up. He could see that she had them wrapped around her little finger and she was playing with them.
Still he wondered just what she wanted. When she had looked at him, he had panicked. He ran up the stairs to collect his things for Hogwarts and hoped all the while that she didn't really leave him with the police.
He lugged his suitcase down the stairs, Headwig's cage under his arm. The case was very heave as he had packed all that he owned into it. He didn't intend to return to this place. Even if it meant that he had to run away.
Buffy met him at the base of the stairs. "Don't be expecting me to carry your things for you. Shouldn't St. Brutis have built some musles into you?" She demanded loud enough for the Dursleys to hear. Harry winced. She did seem to be quite nasty. But wait, she didn't just wink at him did she? He was getting more confused by the minute.
They left the house, Buffy thanking the Dursleys and explaining that her rented car was just around the corner. They waved and then were gone.
As soon as they were out of sight, Buffy let out a disgusted sigh. Standing in front of Harry, she stopped him from heaving the heavy case. She bent over and lifted it as though it weighed nothing. He gapped at her.
"So you're the famous Harry Potter are you? My name is Buffy Summers. Professor Dumbledore sent me to collect you." Harry gaped. "Come on. There is someone who can explain things better than I can." She turned and led the way with a confused Harry following.
They rounded the corner and saw a man sitting on a swing in a park, whistling lazily to himself. "Sirius!" Harry cried and ran forward to embrace his Godfather.
"Hello their Harry. It is good to see you again."
"You too."
"Sirius? I think that I have confused poor Harry far enough for one day. Would you care to tell him what is going on?" She set the case down and took a swing opposite the two.
Sirius proceded to explain to Harry about his and Buffy's plan to get him out. He was surprised to learn that Buffy was to be one of his professors that year.
"Don't your dare go getting all formal now though. I hope that were friends enough for you to call me Buffy until we start classes." She cut in and Harry grinned broadly. "Now. Were to go via something called the night bus to Diagon Alley, and stay the next two nights at the bar. Your friends Ron and his family and Hermione will join us and your to get your book and things together. Dumbledore has given me plenty of instructions but I still don't understand them. I have your letter too, incase you didn't get It." She handed him the envelope.
Harry accepted it and opened it. He only glanced over it not bothered. "Okay." HE said. "Can I ask you a question though?"
"Sure."
"Are you a witch? You don't act like one."
"Nope, true blue Muggle. I think." She considered it. "I'm not a witch, but I can control a certain type of magic. Does that answer your question?"
"Yup."
"Don't worry. When Harry and his friends get together they will hound you with questions for hours." Sirius chuckled.
"Now, about this night bus? I don't know about you, but I missed both breackfast and lunch and I would very much like to eat dinner. Shall we go?"
A/N: Thanks for so many reviews.nope the novelty still hasn't worn off. I still haven't gotten used to the fact that people like to read my stories! Yay! Thank you all! I hope that you like this next chapter: yes it's about the 'plan'.SO, I hope that I can keep updating regularly but incase I can't I'm sorry in advance, stupid year 12 half year exams. Oh well, on with the story! R&R.
Teaching is a Whole Different Language:
There was a rush and a sense of weightlessness and then her feet hit the ground hard. She bent her knees absorbing the impact. Then she had a chance to take in her surroundings. She was in England, no doubt about that. All the houses looked the same and the streets seemed to be extremely long.
"Where are we?" She asked the dog. He transformed back to his human self.
"This is the street that Harry lives in. His is number four. I'll wait just over here." He pointed a corner where a street intersected the street they were standing in.
"Okay."
"Good luck." His whispered then wandered away from her. She squared her shoulders and pulled her hair out of its pony tail. She ruffled it so that she would have the Dursleys wrapped around her little finger before she had said three words. Taking a breath she walked up the street.
She found the house she was looking for and took a tape recorder that she had brought from home with her out of her back pack. She steadied her self and prepared for a long day of torture. She rang the bell.
"Who are you?" A fat boy asked rudely when the door was opened.
"Hi!" She smiled her biggest smile. "You must be Master Dursley. I have been looking forward to meeting you for so long! I must admit that you are more handsome than you looked in the photo I was sent."
Dudley was obviously flattered and lost for words. Buffy was making herself sick the way she was laying on the niceness. But still, she thought to her self, piece of cake.
"Who are you?" He asked politely now.
"Oh, how silly of me for not introduce myself." She held out her hand. "My named Buffy Summers. I've come over from America to meet with you family if it's okay with your folks. I work for a business magizine that is published in almost all the states of America!"
"Really? Come in, do come in." She was admitted to the house. "Dad! Mum! There's some one to see you!" He yelled then showed Buffy into the sitting room.
A fat man and a skinny women hurried into the room. Buffy squealed with fake enthusiasm. "I'm sorry, I let my emotions get the better of me. It's just that I have waited for so long to meet you! My names Buffy Summers and I work for one of the most well known Business magazines in America. We have been following your work for some time now Mr. Dursley and I was sent here specifically to meet you and hopefully get an interview. We are all very impressed."
The man's chest swelled with pride. "Of course you can. After all if you've come all this way just to see me."
"Thank you Mr. Dursley."
"Please call me Vernon. This is my wife Petunia and my son Dudley."
"It really is a pleasure to meet you both." Buffy said.
"Come and sit. When did you arrive?"
"I got in last night, but I have to fly out again tomorrow, so that my article is published in the next issue of our magazine."
"Of course." They all sat and Petunia rushed to the kitchen. She returned quickly with drinks.
"Do you mind?" Buffy asked, gesturing to the recorder.
"Not at all." She turned it on then spoke to the tape.
"I am privileged to be sitting here with THE Vernon Dursely and his family." She continued to ask questions about his business starting with small questions then working up to more larger ones that would make the man proud. They talked for about two hours.
"Uncle Vernon?" A timid voice asked from the door.
"What.!" Vernon began but Buffy interrupted. She took the lad in quickly and saw that he would obviously be Harry Potter.
"Who is this charming boy?" She cried smiling.
"This is Harry, my nephew. We took him in when his parents died." He sounded gruff and she smoothed it over.
Speaking again to the tape, "I have just found out that as well as being a successful business man, Mr. Dursley is also a loving family man. To take in an orphan and make him one of the family is simply incredible."
"Yes, well, we have our ups and downs." He muttered.
Buffy glanced out the window to see that it was getting late. The session with Madame Pomfrey must have gone for longer than she thought. She decided to wrap the show up quickly.
"I already know that your charming son attends Smeltings, the finest school for young men in London," She smiled at Dudley, "But where does this young man go?"
"Unfortunately we have had a few problems with the lad and he attends St. Brutus." Buffy knew perfectly well that the school was for criminals. She nodded as though understanding.
"Yes, some people always turn out wrong." She had again impressed the Dursleys with her supposed lack of care for Harry. "Look, I'm afraid that I must be going now." She switched off the recorder. "I have already taken up too much of your time. If there was only something that I could do for you. I know! You have to drop Harry at the train station, to get him to school don't you?"
They nodded uncomfortably. "Well, I can take him in for you. My hotel isn't far from there and I certainly wouldn't mind. It would leave you with more time to spend with your handsome man." She smiled at Dudley. "Besides it the least that I can do. I will leave him with the officers at the station until his train leaves and I assure you that I will take absolutely no nonsense." She gave Harry a stern look.
The Dursleys looked at each other. She did make a good point. "Very well. I thank you for your thoughtfulness. I hope you heard that boy. Now go and get your things together now. Everything that you take to that school of yours."
Harry hurried off.
The minute the doorbell had rung, Harry had listened to the conversation. He was able to get a look at the girl. She wasn't too tall and she was young and beautiful. She was defiantly buttering his aunt and uncle up. He could see that she had them wrapped around her little finger and she was playing with them.
Still he wondered just what she wanted. When she had looked at him, he had panicked. He ran up the stairs to collect his things for Hogwarts and hoped all the while that she didn't really leave him with the police.
He lugged his suitcase down the stairs, Headwig's cage under his arm. The case was very heave as he had packed all that he owned into it. He didn't intend to return to this place. Even if it meant that he had to run away.
Buffy met him at the base of the stairs. "Don't be expecting me to carry your things for you. Shouldn't St. Brutis have built some musles into you?" She demanded loud enough for the Dursleys to hear. Harry winced. She did seem to be quite nasty. But wait, she didn't just wink at him did she? He was getting more confused by the minute.
They left the house, Buffy thanking the Dursleys and explaining that her rented car was just around the corner. They waved and then were gone.
As soon as they were out of sight, Buffy let out a disgusted sigh. Standing in front of Harry, she stopped him from heaving the heavy case. She bent over and lifted it as though it weighed nothing. He gapped at her.
"So you're the famous Harry Potter are you? My name is Buffy Summers. Professor Dumbledore sent me to collect you." Harry gaped. "Come on. There is someone who can explain things better than I can." She turned and led the way with a confused Harry following.
They rounded the corner and saw a man sitting on a swing in a park, whistling lazily to himself. "Sirius!" Harry cried and ran forward to embrace his Godfather.
"Hello their Harry. It is good to see you again."
"You too."
"Sirius? I think that I have confused poor Harry far enough for one day. Would you care to tell him what is going on?" She set the case down and took a swing opposite the two.
Sirius proceded to explain to Harry about his and Buffy's plan to get him out. He was surprised to learn that Buffy was to be one of his professors that year.
"Don't your dare go getting all formal now though. I hope that were friends enough for you to call me Buffy until we start classes." She cut in and Harry grinned broadly. "Now. Were to go via something called the night bus to Diagon Alley, and stay the next two nights at the bar. Your friends Ron and his family and Hermione will join us and your to get your book and things together. Dumbledore has given me plenty of instructions but I still don't understand them. I have your letter too, incase you didn't get It." She handed him the envelope.
Harry accepted it and opened it. He only glanced over it not bothered. "Okay." HE said. "Can I ask you a question though?"
"Sure."
"Are you a witch? You don't act like one."
"Nope, true blue Muggle. I think." She considered it. "I'm not a witch, but I can control a certain type of magic. Does that answer your question?"
"Yup."
"Don't worry. When Harry and his friends get together they will hound you with questions for hours." Sirius chuckled.
"Now, about this night bus? I don't know about you, but I missed both breackfast and lunch and I would very much like to eat dinner. Shall we go?"