Chapter 7: Sparring.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, Harry Potter or the Devil May Cry verses. Only the plot.
Miss Prongs:: for the prophecy, the first world is the magical world of Harry Potter, the Spirit and Essence part is for the Dante and his partner Trish, and the last part or group is for Buffy and Willow, their world… does that make sense? Just say if your still confused.
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That night, Harry slept in his dorm bed in Gryffindor Tower. It seemed empty without Neville and his snoring, or Ron waiting for him to go with him for a late night adventure under Harry's invisibility coat. It just seemed lonelier, colder. Eerie.
Harry settled down into an uneasy sleep. Dreaming of the graveyard, Cedric laying motionless, the night Voldemort killed his parents, his evil laughter. Suddenly the dreamscape changed. Harry found himself in mist. He called out, but all he received back was an echo of the call. He started to walk forwards but and invisible force held him back. Sighing he sat down on a rock.
What seemed an age later an old man, a very old man came out of the mist. The mist made the old man look even older, his long white hair shinning, blue eyes generating immense power. He spoke, voice sounding very far away but completely understandable,
"The prophecy will soon be complete child. Gather your forces. The battle draws near. Trust only those who have proved themselves. Otherwise trust no-one…" Then he disappeared into thin air.
Harry woke by falling out of the bed, tangled in the sheets of red and gold. After untangling himself. Looking at the clock he noticed it was 6 o'clock in the morning, deciding he wasn't going to get any more sleep he picked up his Firebolt and headed out to the Quidditch Pitch.
Flying is a way of letting go the troubles of the world, if only for a few minutes or hours. It makes you feel free, letting the broom and air guide you, but yet you are in control of everything going on. Everyone appreciates flying in one way or another, if you are scared you appreciate the show from below, looking up. If you are the one in control you value the audiences attention, watching you , showing you the respect, admiring the performance, getting the applause. All peace can not last long though, the flying has to come to an end, peace of mind has to stop. Allow you to worry, make rash decisions, get in and out of trouble. Allowing you to live.
The Quidditch pitch was wet, from dew, the morning air fresh. Peaceful. The animals and insects made early morning noise from the Forbidden Forest and wild areas around. Kicking hard off the ground, the wind flowed through his hair. He started off doing a couple of laps around the pitch, warming up before starting to pull a series of hoops, loops and dives, waiting to pull out right before hitting the damp ground.
A couple of hours later he did one final complicated dive, landing it perfectly. The sound of clapping came from behind him. Surprised he turned around to see Professor Dumbledore, sitting in one of the stands, blue eyes twinkling under the morning sun, hair showing the different shades of grey it contained.
"An admiral performance Harry. I came here to remind you about breakfast, I was however memorised by you performance. I think we should head back in, other wise the staff would most probably launch a search party." he said the last part with a chuckle, thinking about the over-protect ness of some of his staff members.
"Sure. Okay sir, I'll just put my broom away," Harry replied.
They walked back into the castle in a comfortable silence. The few candles that were lit flickered as the pair walked by. Upon walking into the Great Hall a flustered looking Professor McGonagall, "Albus! They are fighting! Miss Summers and Dante. No-one can stop them!" she said very fast.
Harry and Dumbledore ran into the Great Hall just in time to see Buffy pull an uppercut punch into a round house kick. Dante pulled out his sword, attempting to stab her, but she picked up one of the golden plates and threw it like a Frisbee. Dante deflected it with his sword. This brought Buffy some time, she picked up a cross bow (she must have dropped it, thought Harry) aimed at his chest and shot. It hit him square in the chest. All Dante did was look down at the foreign object sticking out of his chest, blood slowly poured out of the wound. He picked the arrow out and said.
"Well I guess you win."
"Yeah. Um… we have an audience." she announced
"What's going on here?" asked Dumbledore
"We were sparring," Dante answered, "Anything we have damaged I will replace for you."
"Sorry about choice of location sir. It wasn't meant to end up where people eat." said Buffy
"Not to worry Buffy, although I think we will have to set up a training room for you. Dante would you like to stay and help teach with Buffy for the year?"
"What I'm teaching? When did this happen?" Buffy demanded
"Well since you'll be staying here for a while and you are not a student, I thought it would be good for you teach, besides we need a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and you are both warriors to the Dark Arts." was Dumbledore's reply, the last part sounded like a professional plea.
"I would have to get in touch with my partner, would she be able to come? She is a demon, but she has a soul."
"Of course she can join us, Buffy's friends are also." he said
"Well, I will join then."
With that note the dazed teachers returned to their seats, talking about the amazing muggle duel that had just taken place, and about not wanted to get on the wrong sides of the new members of faculty. Harry sat up at the staff table next to Buffy, it would be pointless sitting at the Gryffindor table. As he ate Harry wondered just what this day would bring, with an already interesting start, and how much safer the castle would be with two professional demon hunters in the building.
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(A/N:: so what do you think? I know it's not very action packed, but at least I got over the first day huh? I like it anyways…
Thanks to my reviewers
Miss Prongs.
Have a good night or day depending on where you are!
~Ryan~)