Title: Consequences
Author: wildchild494
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoilers: My own version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Season 7, and the HP kids are in 7th year.
Pairings: Willow/Harry, Buffy/Draco
Summary: Willow is sent to Hogwarts to control her magic, and Buffy is going with her.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! The last chapter was short, so I'll try to make this one longer.
Chapter Eight: Midnight Meetings
"Thanks for everything Hagrid!" Buffy called after the gigantic man while Willow waved enthusiastically after him.
"I'll be expecting you girls at Hogwarts!" he shouted back with his cheery smile. And once again, he dissolved into the crowds of wizarding people, with only his bushy head bobbing among the others.
Willow was exhausted after a long day of shopping in Diagon Alley, and even the strength of the almighty slayer was wavering. Buffy yawned and smiled sleepily at Willow. From the distance, they could barely see the glowing rays of the sun dipping slowly behind the white peaked mountains that stood proudly from afar. It would only be a few minutes until the night would greet them for the first time in London.
"Shall we?" Buffy asked, gesturing to the closed door of the Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid had left them there with instructions to the innkeeper for their rooms. They would be staying there for the night, until it was time for them to head off to King's Cross and travel to Hogwarts.
"We shall!" Willow said happily linking arms with Buffy and opening the creaky old door. Their day, although a little tiring to the feet, was a lot of fun and Willow couldn't have been more ecstatic at the number of magical things they have bought, including her new pet—whom she still hadn't named. As if on cue, the pretty little creature hooted softly behind the bars of her cage, and Willow gave her a comforting smile.
"Looks like your owl is just as tired as we are," Buffy joked as they entered the Leaky Cauldron which held a lesser number of customers than earlier that day.
Tom, the innkeeper handed them their keys and pointed up a staircase. "Your room, number 5, is just up those stairs. If you girls need anything, I'll be right down here."
"Thank you Tom," Willow said gratefully. She was worn out and she couldn't wait for her head to hit the pillows. They climbed the stairs as quickly as possible, eager to get some good shut-eye.
They skidded to a stop in front of room number five, and Buffy threw the door open. Once they were inside, they dropped their belongings on the floor and Willow put her owl carefully on top of a small coffee table before heading into the bathroom to change and jumping onto her bed. Buffy did the same after kicking off her designer boots. It was funny how someone like Buffy, with not so much money could buy such a number of designer clothes. Guess it was her 'thing'.
"Goodnight Willow," Buffy murmured from the bed a few feet beside.
"Night Buffy," Willow whispered flicking off the switch of the lamp. As she finally laid her head on her pillow, she found that she had a difficult time falling asleep. And she knew the reason why. Every single time she fell asleep, she would dream. She would dream nightmares of her past, and she did not like them one bit.
'Time to move on Willow,' she told herself just as she did every single night. 'You have to be brave. Face your fears and move on'.
She restricted the tears that welled up in her eyes to fall and she swung her gaze away from the ceiling to her new pet who sat quietly on her perch, her eyes wide open. Under the faint moonlight that streamed from their window, its wings glowed a vibrant gold and it seemed to calm her.
As silently as she could, she climbed out of bed and tiptoed across the room to her owl who stared out the bedroom window, oblivious to Willow's presence. "Hey sweetie," she cooed. The owl tore is gaze from the moon and fixed a questioning stare on Willow's emerald eyes. She knew she might be imagining it, but that look she was giving her reminded her so much of Tara. It was the look she gave her when Willow needed someone to listen to her troubles. This time, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
"It hurts so much Tara," she sobbed to her owl who blinked at her, in a somewhat understanding way. "I'm so sorry for all the things I've did Tara." She said again, oblivious to the fact that she actually called her owl 'Tara'.
The owl fluttered its wings softly, in a comforting manner. For some reason, Willow's tears ceased. "Thanks for listening owl," she murmured. The owl blinked again at her, and moved its head as if it was nodding. And one word involuntarily escaped her lips. "Tara."
A contented smile graced her face, and she headed back to her bed, ready to get some sleep. Unafraid of the nightmares that she will have to encounter for the whole night. She had Tara now. She'll keep her safe.
"Good night Tara," she called out softly to her owl who hooted tenderly.
*** The Sunnydale Cemetery that night was silent, so silent you could've heard a pin drop.
Faith had taken her sweet time wandering around the graveyard, knowing that there was no rush. There seemed to be less vampires around Sunnydale than she remembered. For the past two hours, she had staked only four vampires, all of them fledglings. It was very—disturbing.
It was as if the vampires were saving their strength for something big. And as her slayer senses told her, they probably were. She had gone to Giles with a bunch of questions regarding the unusual silence that had flooded around town. And he had read to her a prophecy, a certain prophecy that said something about the rising of the first evil.
Faith didn't understand it all that much since she wasn't so good at reading prophetic words. Giles hadn't bothered explaining to her saying that he needed more research on the prophecy. But Faith could tell that whatever this first evil is, it wasn't anything good.
Faith sighed and scanned the burial grounds for any sign of vampires. So far, she found none. 'Might as well take a break.' She thought, dropping down on a small flat boulder that was located under a large oak tree.
For a few minutes, she sat there, listening to the wind howl, and feeling its coolness brush her warm skin. She enjoyed this for a few more moments until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. This signaled only one thing: trouble.
The presence of someone standing behind her made her drop into a fighting stance. And without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed the arm of the 'someone' and flipped him over her head. He landed on the cold grass in front of her, staring at her with confused, icy blue eyes.
Faith sucked in her breath. "Spike."
This seemed to puzzle him all the more and Faith held back a snort. She almost forgot that Spike didn't know her by face. 'Of course, the only time you met him was when you were in Buffy's body.' She thought sarcastically.
She opened her mouth to introduce herself, but Spike cut her off before she could say anything. "Where is Buffy?" he asked, looking around the lot as if expecting her to jump out of the shadows.
At first, Faith thought he was kidding. "Don't tell me that you don't know," she stated, cocking an eyebrow.
Spike stood up, flicking a speck of dust from his leather duster. She noticed that he seemed to be struggling for the right words to say...as if someone was controlling him. And again with the 'very disturbing'.
Faith shrugged this away. Vampires were always very disturbing. No surprise there. "She went to London with Willow, to a school called Hogwarts. It's a magic thing."
Spike blinked, looking even more confused.
"Thank you." Was all he said, and he spun around and fled off into the dark.
"Weird." Faith muttered and continued on with her patrolling.
*** Hogwarts.
'It sounds so familiar,' he thought as he stumbled through the dewy grasses of Sunnydale Cemetery. He had heard of it before. One of his—nephews went there.
A sardonic smile materialized on his pale face.
'I'm coming to get you Slayer.'
And another scream ripped the air containing only one word. 'No.'
A/N: That was rather sappy don't you think? The Willow part I mean...=) Please review! And I bet you guys can guess who his NEPHEW is!!!! Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =)
Author: wildchild494
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoilers: My own version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Season 7, and the HP kids are in 7th year.
Pairings: Willow/Harry, Buffy/Draco
Summary: Willow is sent to Hogwarts to control her magic, and Buffy is going with her.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! The last chapter was short, so I'll try to make this one longer.
Chapter Eight: Midnight Meetings
"Thanks for everything Hagrid!" Buffy called after the gigantic man while Willow waved enthusiastically after him.
"I'll be expecting you girls at Hogwarts!" he shouted back with his cheery smile. And once again, he dissolved into the crowds of wizarding people, with only his bushy head bobbing among the others.
Willow was exhausted after a long day of shopping in Diagon Alley, and even the strength of the almighty slayer was wavering. Buffy yawned and smiled sleepily at Willow. From the distance, they could barely see the glowing rays of the sun dipping slowly behind the white peaked mountains that stood proudly from afar. It would only be a few minutes until the night would greet them for the first time in London.
"Shall we?" Buffy asked, gesturing to the closed door of the Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid had left them there with instructions to the innkeeper for their rooms. They would be staying there for the night, until it was time for them to head off to King's Cross and travel to Hogwarts.
"We shall!" Willow said happily linking arms with Buffy and opening the creaky old door. Their day, although a little tiring to the feet, was a lot of fun and Willow couldn't have been more ecstatic at the number of magical things they have bought, including her new pet—whom she still hadn't named. As if on cue, the pretty little creature hooted softly behind the bars of her cage, and Willow gave her a comforting smile.
"Looks like your owl is just as tired as we are," Buffy joked as they entered the Leaky Cauldron which held a lesser number of customers than earlier that day.
Tom, the innkeeper handed them their keys and pointed up a staircase. "Your room, number 5, is just up those stairs. If you girls need anything, I'll be right down here."
"Thank you Tom," Willow said gratefully. She was worn out and she couldn't wait for her head to hit the pillows. They climbed the stairs as quickly as possible, eager to get some good shut-eye.
They skidded to a stop in front of room number five, and Buffy threw the door open. Once they were inside, they dropped their belongings on the floor and Willow put her owl carefully on top of a small coffee table before heading into the bathroom to change and jumping onto her bed. Buffy did the same after kicking off her designer boots. It was funny how someone like Buffy, with not so much money could buy such a number of designer clothes. Guess it was her 'thing'.
"Goodnight Willow," Buffy murmured from the bed a few feet beside.
"Night Buffy," Willow whispered flicking off the switch of the lamp. As she finally laid her head on her pillow, she found that she had a difficult time falling asleep. And she knew the reason why. Every single time she fell asleep, she would dream. She would dream nightmares of her past, and she did not like them one bit.
'Time to move on Willow,' she told herself just as she did every single night. 'You have to be brave. Face your fears and move on'.
She restricted the tears that welled up in her eyes to fall and she swung her gaze away from the ceiling to her new pet who sat quietly on her perch, her eyes wide open. Under the faint moonlight that streamed from their window, its wings glowed a vibrant gold and it seemed to calm her.
As silently as she could, she climbed out of bed and tiptoed across the room to her owl who stared out the bedroom window, oblivious to Willow's presence. "Hey sweetie," she cooed. The owl tore is gaze from the moon and fixed a questioning stare on Willow's emerald eyes. She knew she might be imagining it, but that look she was giving her reminded her so much of Tara. It was the look she gave her when Willow needed someone to listen to her troubles. This time, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
"It hurts so much Tara," she sobbed to her owl who blinked at her, in a somewhat understanding way. "I'm so sorry for all the things I've did Tara." She said again, oblivious to the fact that she actually called her owl 'Tara'.
The owl fluttered its wings softly, in a comforting manner. For some reason, Willow's tears ceased. "Thanks for listening owl," she murmured. The owl blinked again at her, and moved its head as if it was nodding. And one word involuntarily escaped her lips. "Tara."
A contented smile graced her face, and she headed back to her bed, ready to get some sleep. Unafraid of the nightmares that she will have to encounter for the whole night. She had Tara now. She'll keep her safe.
"Good night Tara," she called out softly to her owl who hooted tenderly.
*** The Sunnydale Cemetery that night was silent, so silent you could've heard a pin drop.
Faith had taken her sweet time wandering around the graveyard, knowing that there was no rush. There seemed to be less vampires around Sunnydale than she remembered. For the past two hours, she had staked only four vampires, all of them fledglings. It was very—disturbing.
It was as if the vampires were saving their strength for something big. And as her slayer senses told her, they probably were. She had gone to Giles with a bunch of questions regarding the unusual silence that had flooded around town. And he had read to her a prophecy, a certain prophecy that said something about the rising of the first evil.
Faith didn't understand it all that much since she wasn't so good at reading prophetic words. Giles hadn't bothered explaining to her saying that he needed more research on the prophecy. But Faith could tell that whatever this first evil is, it wasn't anything good.
Faith sighed and scanned the burial grounds for any sign of vampires. So far, she found none. 'Might as well take a break.' She thought, dropping down on a small flat boulder that was located under a large oak tree.
For a few minutes, she sat there, listening to the wind howl, and feeling its coolness brush her warm skin. She enjoyed this for a few more moments until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. This signaled only one thing: trouble.
The presence of someone standing behind her made her drop into a fighting stance. And without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed the arm of the 'someone' and flipped him over her head. He landed on the cold grass in front of her, staring at her with confused, icy blue eyes.
Faith sucked in her breath. "Spike."
This seemed to puzzle him all the more and Faith held back a snort. She almost forgot that Spike didn't know her by face. 'Of course, the only time you met him was when you were in Buffy's body.' She thought sarcastically.
She opened her mouth to introduce herself, but Spike cut her off before she could say anything. "Where is Buffy?" he asked, looking around the lot as if expecting her to jump out of the shadows.
At first, Faith thought he was kidding. "Don't tell me that you don't know," she stated, cocking an eyebrow.
Spike stood up, flicking a speck of dust from his leather duster. She noticed that he seemed to be struggling for the right words to say...as if someone was controlling him. And again with the 'very disturbing'.
Faith shrugged this away. Vampires were always very disturbing. No surprise there. "She went to London with Willow, to a school called Hogwarts. It's a magic thing."
Spike blinked, looking even more confused.
"Thank you." Was all he said, and he spun around and fled off into the dark.
"Weird." Faith muttered and continued on with her patrolling.
*** Hogwarts.
'It sounds so familiar,' he thought as he stumbled through the dewy grasses of Sunnydale Cemetery. He had heard of it before. One of his—nephews went there.
A sardonic smile materialized on his pale face.
'I'm coming to get you Slayer.'
And another scream ripped the air containing only one word. 'No.'
A/N: That was rather sappy don't you think? The Willow part I mean...=) Please review! And I bet you guys can guess who his NEPHEW is!!!! Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =)