Conversations

                        "Harry, what the bloody hell do you think is up with that girl, Dawn I think her name is?" Ron exclaimed.

"Ron, cursing isn't necessary, please," said Hermione.

"Both of you give it a rest will you." Harry sighed, trying to cool the tension between Hermione and Ron. 

"Yeah, and what about that…strange caretaker, Xander? Don't they know each other?"

 "I don't find him strange Neville," replied Luna.

 "Well then again Luna, considering who your father is…" Ginny laughs.

With it being the weekend, the six friends of the Wizarding world's most illustrious school travel by foot down the path to one of their most favorite meeting places, the town of Hogsmede.

"So, hear about that new shop in town…"

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            "How much damage did the trolls proceed to do to their precious school…"

"Um, actually sir, the trolls never came back."

"Well, their demise was a possibility, but tell me, did anybody die?"

"No, in uh fact, the bloody trolls were never found. At all. The only things that happened were two unknown earthquakes that shook the school."

            The cloaked figured yelled. "IT has to be that damn Potter. He's always foiling the master's plans. No matter though." He calms down. It's time to release something worse on the school's denizens. Much worse. And this time, lets do it out in the open, where the kids are easily taken care of."

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            The six enter the new shop. "You know Harry, this place…just doesn't feel the same as the other shops…"Ron muses.

"That's because it's got a muggle style, if you would have keeping up with your muggle research you would have known this." Hermione sighs. Harry rolls his eyes.

As they move around the store, the boy's eye's bulge out as they begin to see a pair of legs flowing all the way up to the owner's creamy thighs, reclined the owner, a gorgeous blonde. Only being slightly covered by a black with red flowered miniskirt and a red tank top chewing on some gum. "Oh, customers…" The girl swings her long legs off agilely and sits up.

"Welcome to the Magic Box. What's yer poison…or ingredient…book…and whatever else we have?" She shrugs. The six just stare at her.

"Well, we're looking for some special…" The front door bell rings and a known voice from behind sounds off.

"Well look who we have here. "Dumbledor's army." Draco sneers.

"Malfoy, why don't you just leave us alone for one bleeding day?" Ron asks, knowing the answer.

"What would be…" The doorbell rings as Dawn rushes through, knocking Malfoy and his two inept comrades to the ground.

"Oops, sorry, excuse me…" She rushes to the door in the back, disappearing through it.

"Filthy Muggles. Their kind does not deserve to be in this town at all…"

"Oh stuff it Malfoy. Or else."

"Or else what Weasly. You'll do nothing."

The three pull out their wands as another knock-out brunette female comes in next to Buffy. Looking at them she raises an eyebrow. "You know that you shouldn't do that kiddo, you could gouge your eye out."

Malfoy looks up at her. "And who are you, do you know who I am, muggle?"

"No, and your assuming I care. Now, you're magic won't work in here, the stores been protected."

What she did next would be going around the school for the next few months. Crabb and Goyle, move in front of Draco, then each throw out a punch at Faith, who catches both their fists in both her hands. She then twists there arms behind them then escorts them out the door. Malfoy turns to run, but comes face-to-face with a very annoyed Slayer, Buffy. The other occupants of the store just stood and stared at the two women.

"Now if I ever see you three back here again, I'm going to get nasty." Faith smiles evilly, while Malfoy looks at her with flames in his eyes.

"Muggle, you're going to get it, I promise you."

She smirks at him. "I've been threatened by more impressive people then a Captain Peroxide reject." She slams the door.  

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            "So this is what they call a bar around here? It's pathetic."

"Well it's a wizards bar Faith. Did you expect run into Willy?" The two Slayers were sharing the night together at the bar, The Three Broomsticks. "I think we're getting off topic. Neither Xan, nor Dawn have found the girl yet. And those trolls, that came can't just be a coincidence."

Faith nods. "We're missing something here. The people are nervous of each other, but they never look at us as if we bother them. Whatever the problem here is, muggles don't seem to be it." Buffy nods. "We need to dig the story out of some local, but first, I need another drink."

Buffy got up meandering over to the bar to order a drink then trips over something straight into someone's arms. "Whoa there, didn't mean ter trip yeh." A rough voice calls. Looking up, and then up some more, Buffy stares into the rugged, bearded face of a giant of a man.

"Er, uh…sorry?" replies Buffy.

"Yer the new people I've heard 'bout.' Is there anything I can do fer yeh?"

 Buffy shakes her head. "No, no…well actually yeah. Can you come over here a second." Walking over to Faith, who's eyes bulge at Hagrid's size, Buffy tries to introduce them. "Faith, this is…"

"Me name's Hagrid to me friends."

"Yes, we have a small question for ya, please will you sit?"

"I don't se why not?" The two girls move to one side while Hagrid sat on the other seat across from them.

"We've noticed a lot of…edginess of the populace of late. Can you…"

"Say no more. You have no idea about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named do you?"

 "That's a really long name, does he have a shorter one…" The conversation continues as all points are covered on Voldemort from his beginning, to Harry Potter, to his resent resurrection. "Now yeh two girls better go home early. Me, I got ter be getting back teh the school. Nice meeting yeh." Getting up he slowly leaves the shop leaving Faith and Buffy in the bar to think about what's going down in the Wizarding World.

Much later as they leave the building, they hear the combinations of shrieks and yells of the populace, running away past them to somewhere safe. Over the hill, the two girls began to see cloaked shapes approaching, feet not visible and hands looking cold and skeletal.