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: This is sort of AU regarding Draco's part. Oh and pardon me for the mountains...I've never been to London before...
Chapter Nine: Ancestral Blood
The Malfoy Manor was dead silent, not to mention bare of any living beings save for Draco Malfoy and the servants that resided in the large mansion.
It was nearing midnight, and Draco had finally finished packing his things for Hogwarts. He dumped the last of his school robes into the trunk, and briefly checked if he had all he needed. With a satisfied smile, he straightened up his back and seated himself on the bottle-green armchair that stood in front of the fireplace.
Draco gazed into the blazing fire, watching the red and orange flames dance up and down the half-burnt wooden logs that were slowly turning into smoky ashes. He seemed to be doing this a lot lately, especially before going to bed. It gave him a sense of tranquility, and it intermingled blissfully with the silence of the empty manor, allowing his mind to drift off and think.
Lucius Malfoy was dead, killed by Voldemort himself not more than a few months ago. Draco had never known the reason for his murder. Perhaps it was because of disobedience? Betrayal? Or was it simply because the Dark Lord was getting tired of him?
The news of his father's death had astonished him at first, and he had, for a few days, denied the truth. Lucius may not have been all that father-like towards him, teaching him black magic and the Dark Arts. But nevertheless, he was still his father. And he had learned a great deal from him, even if Draco would never in his life become a Death Eater. A person, or rather, monster that Lucius had always wanted Draco to be.
Narcissa had taken the news quite a bit more dramatically, weeping for his father, and grieving for a number of days. Draco had always been a lot more comfortable with his mother. Maybe because she would never force him to become a Death Eater, and maybe because she was a lot more open with her feelings towards Draco. A parent's love was not something he had acquired from his father. And he doubted that Lucius even knew the meaning of love. For Lucius, love was a feeling that had been brought about by hate.
His mother was currently in Rome, signing some papers regarding the estates that the Malfoys owned. Leaving Draco, alone in the house.
As for Voldemort, there had been rumors flying around that he had once again gone into hiding, and was summoning something deeply evil.
This made Draco wonder if Hogwarts will once again be guarded by Dementors, like the time when Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. But then, even Dementors were too weak to handle someone as powerful as Voldemort. Some even say that the Dark Lord himself created the soul-sucking creatures.
Draco had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the silhouette leaning against his antique canopy bed.
"Penny for your thoughts," the figure said.
Startled, Draco jumped out of his chair, his wand raised and pointed at the assailant. An all too familiar face leered at him, unfazed by the harm Draco could cause.
It was his dear uncle William. The window was wide open, and Draco realized that his guest must have gone through there. He was after all a vampire.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, dropping his arm to his waist. The last time he had seen his vampire relative was five years ago when he dropped by for a visit. He wasn't exactly his favorite relative. And the fact that he was a vampire didn't make any thing better between them.
"I need your help."
This time, it was Draco's turn to sneer at him. "You need my *help*?" he asked incredulously, and a sickening idea crept into his head. "Wait—you don't need blood do you?" Draco asked nervously.
The smirk disappeared from his uncle's face, to be replaced by a serious look that made Draco clutch his wand tightly again.
"No. What I need is a way to Hogwarts."
This baffled Draco. "What do you want to go to Hogwarts for?"
"I have a—friend there that I need to talk to." William said, pulling out a cigarette and flicking open his lighter, he lazily lit it.
"Really," Draco drawled, trying not to appear too curious. "Who?"
"None of your business, pretty boy." William said puffing out a cloud of gray smoke that blew directly into Draco's face. He waved them away absently.
"Well, there's no way you could get to Hogwarts." Draco said ignoring the desperate look on his uncle's eyes. What he was saying was true. Hogwarts allowed no visitors, and with the current situation the wizarding world was in now, with Voldemort believed to be lurking in the shadows, he doubted that Dumbledore would permit strangers to enter the school.
"But you could go to Hogsmeade, the nearest wizarding village to Hogwarts." Draco informed him. "The students go there during certain weekends. Your bound to find your 'friend' there."
The vampire considered this for a moment. "Fine."
"Now go away, I have to get my sleep." Draco said, making a shooing gesture towards the window.
And his uncle vanished before Draco could see the lethal look on his vampiric features.
*** Bright sunlight streamed through the window beside Buffy's bed, awakening the blonde Slayer with a loud groan. "What time is it?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as they opened slowly. She took in her surroundings, at first not knowing where she was. Then her eyes landed on her wand which she had placed on the coffee table last night, and everything came flashing back to her.
"Time to go to Hogwarts!" she exclaimed, an excited smile lighting up her face. Willow stirred from the bed beside her, with only her mop of red hair to be seen peeping from the edge of the covers that was pulled up to her forehead.
Willow's eyes snapped open and she glanced at Buffy, then at the clock and hurriedly got out of bed. "Its already 7:10!" she shrieked grabbing her clothes and hastily put on her clothes, with Buffy doing the same thing finally realizing that they had less than an hour before the train for Hogwarts leaves.
They gathered up all their things and dragged them out of the Leak Cauldron. They called a cab and sped off to King's Cross.
Hagrid had already given them their tickets the day before, and all they had to do was board their train and they would be at Hogwarts in no time. But first, they have to find their designated platform which was 9 ¾.
The two teenagers stopped in between platforms nine and ten, both looking fairly confused. "Huh." Willow said, mostly to herself than to Buffy who agreed with a huff.
"Its ten minutes to eight," Buffy informed her. "If we don't find that damned platform, we won't be able to catch that train."
"Look, why don't we ask somebody." Willow suggested, approaching a bald man that was dressed in conductor's clothing. The man turned around to attend to her. "Um, excuse me, but do you know where platform 9 ¾ is?" she asked.
The man stared at her as if she was crazy. "Are you trying to be funny, miss?" he asked and shaking his head, he walked off into the opposite direction.
"And again with the huh," Willow said scratching her head.
"We'll never make it in time!" Buffy wailed, clutching her ticket and glowering at it in rage. "Do you even EXIST?" she asked the ticket, glaring daggers at it.
If the situation wasn't so serious, Willow would've laughed at her friend's antics. And if it wasn't for that certain familiar face, she would've screamed with desperation.
"Harry!" Willow called out to the black-haired teen who was talking animatedly to three other teenagers who were making their way to platform nine.
"Thank god," Buffy muttered under her breath. "We're saved."
Harry Potter turned around and a grin split his face the second he saw his two new friends. He said something to the other three teenagers before heading over to where Buffy and Willow were standing, in between platforms 9 and 10.
"Hi Willow, Buffy." Harry greeted them with a smile. "These are my friends, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny."
"Harry's told us a lot about you," Hermione said, smiling comfortably.
"Nice to know we've been talked about," Buffy said with a grin and a wink in Harry's direction. Willow could not hold back a blush. And unluckily, Buffy noticed. Her friend opened her mouth to say something, and Willow, eager to get out of the subject, popped the question she and Buffy had been pondering for the last fifteen minutes.
"Um, could you tell us how to get to 9 ¾?" Willow asked uncertainly, exchanging a glance at Buffy, and momentarily wondering if Harry and his friends would laugh at them as well, like the conductor did. It gets embarrassing, you know that.
To her relief, Hermione smiled. "Its quite easy actually," she said. "All you have to do is run through that wall." She pointed at the brick-red wall of platform nine. "And you'll find yourself in platform 9 ¾."
"Are you CRAZY?" Buffy exclaimed, staring at the very solid wall.
"Well, she is at times." Ron piped up from beside the bushy-haired girl. That earned him a good whack from Hermione.
"Most definitely not," Hermione huffed. "There's a barrier there that opens to the wizarding platform."
Willow nodded, finally understanding.
Buffy however, was having none of it. Slayer or not, she did not want to start the school year with a big unattractive bump on her forehead. And besides, she could not risk losing the precious memories that were stored in her head.
"Are you sure about this?" Buffy demanded, crossing her arms over her chest in an intimidating way. "Because that wall looks very, very solid."
"Don't worry about it," Ginny chimed in with a playful grin. "Harry had the same problem."
"You?" Willow asked incredulously, turning to look at the mortified teenager who was turning a very interesting shade of scarlet. It almost resembled her hair. That brought a laugh out of her. And she therefore received a glare from Harry.
"Okay then," Buffy said tentatively. "Who'll go first?"
"We will," Ron immediately volunteered, grabbing Hermione's arm. And with one last wave, the two of them ran right through the wall, and vanished from their sight.
"Whoa!" Buffy gasped. "Damn, that was cool."
"Feels even better going through it," Ginny added. "Come on, you can come with me."
The blonde slayer reluctantly agreed and taking several steps backward, they broke out into a run and disappeared just like Hermione and Ron.
This left Harry and Willow to go last. "You ready?" Harry asked the nervous witch who nodded meekly. "Let's go then."
And with that, they pushed through the barrier and burst out into Platform 9 ¾.
*** The train was filled with people, students to be exact, and more than a few of them stopped what they were doing (either that was eating, talking, or playing games) to stare questioningly at the two new comers. And it did not help Buffy's school spirit one bit. Although she did kept her eye open for a certain blonde-haired student.
"Hey, this compartment's vacant." Ron said opening the fourth one down the row. The six of them filed in and made themselves comfortable on the seats.
"How long does it take for us to reach Hogwarts?" Willow asked, just in time as the train rumbled to life, slowly starting its journey to the school.
"About an hour or so," Hermione said pulling out one of their books that was for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She opened it to the middle and started to read, ignoring the way Ron was making faces at her.
"School's barely begun and she's halfway finishing that bloody book," Ron said with a frown.
"That's Hermione for you," Harry said grinning at Ron who rolled his eyes.
"So, you guys didn't tell us why you're here at Hogwarts." Ginny said looking interested.
"Foreign exchange students," Buffy said, recalling Giles telling her that. No one was supposed to know the real reason they were there, except for the professors. As far as everyone else knows, they were foreign exchange students, with undiscovered magical talents that were spending a year in Hogwarts to learn more about magic.
"Yeah, Harry told us about that." Ginny said thoughtfully. "You'll be joining the seventh years, right?"
"Right." Buffy and Willow replied in unison.
"But how will you be able to catch up to all we've learned?" Hermione asked from behind her book, taking a moment to look up to ask them.
Willow had asked Giles this when they were still at Sunnydale, also wondering how they, people who barely used a wand in their life, be able to learn 7th year level magic. And he had told them that it would just come out naturally, and he said something about magic flowing in their veins that were a ton more powerful than any of the 7th year students.
But they certainly couldn't tell their new friends *that*. So, Buffy fibbed. "We've been practicing back home." She said casually. Willow nodded enthusiastically beside her.
"Bloody wicked," Ron commented with an impressed grin.
"I hope you guys get into the Gryffindor House," Harry said hopefully.
"House? What House?" Buffy asked, confused.
"First years get sorted into Houses. There are four founders of the Houses. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw. Since the two of you are new, you will have to be sorted into one of the Houses. At the end of each year, the House Cup is awarded to the House who has won the most points."
"Who sorts us?" Willow asked.
"A sorting hat. You put it on, and it decides where you belong."
"A hat?" Buffy asked. "Weird."
"Hogwarts has always been weird," Ron declared, rolling his eyes once again.
"So are you," Ginny retorted.
"Wait, how do you win points?" Willow asked, getting more excited by the second.
"The usual do good stuff," Harry said with a shrug.
Buffy was about to ask exactly what kind of do good stuff when the compartment door slid open, and a gray-haired woman smiled kindly at them. She was holding onto a wooden cart that was carrying a countless number of sweets and beverages.
"Do you kids want anything?" she asked motioning towards her cart full of treats.
They chose what they wanted, and the elderly lady left them, the compartment door sliding shut. Buffy eagerly opened the first treat she had in her hands. A chocolate frog. The minute she did, however, it jumped out of her grasp.
"Eeek!" Buffy squealed staring wide-eyed at a breathing, very much alive chocolate frog. It had positioned itself on the closed glass window of the train, and to her surprise everyone laughed.
"They're designed like that Buffy," Harry said with an amused grin. "Don't worry, you can still eat it. It tastes absolutely delicious!"
"Um, I think I'll pass." Buffy murmured, gesturing for Ron to take it. He did, popping the whole frog into his mouth.
She undid the ribbon that tied itself around a bright purple pouch that was labeled as 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans'. Inside were different colored jelly beans wrapped in individual see-through wrappers. She took a red one out, expecting it to be strawberry and dropped it into her mouth.
It tasted nothing like strawberry.
In fact, it tasted very much like blood.
Her face scrunched up, but nevertheless, she willed herself to swallow it. Not wanting to appear disgusting in front of her friends.
She sighed as she stared at the rest of the colorful treats that lay on her lap. She had lost her appetite.
She certainly hoped that Hogwarts cooked better food, because if they didn't. She swore that she was taking the next train back to Sunnydale, although she doubted she would be able to after all the excitement she had gone through for the past couple of days.
A/N: Now, I have decided that the two of them should be placed in Gryffindor...any objections? Or should I put them in Slytherin? Review please!
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: This is sort of AU regarding Draco's part. Oh and pardon me for the mountains...I've never been to London before...
Chapter Nine: Ancestral Blood
The Malfoy Manor was dead silent, not to mention bare of any living beings save for Draco Malfoy and the servants that resided in the large mansion.
It was nearing midnight, and Draco had finally finished packing his things for Hogwarts. He dumped the last of his school robes into the trunk, and briefly checked if he had all he needed. With a satisfied smile, he straightened up his back and seated himself on the bottle-green armchair that stood in front of the fireplace.
Draco gazed into the blazing fire, watching the red and orange flames dance up and down the half-burnt wooden logs that were slowly turning into smoky ashes. He seemed to be doing this a lot lately, especially before going to bed. It gave him a sense of tranquility, and it intermingled blissfully with the silence of the empty manor, allowing his mind to drift off and think.
Lucius Malfoy was dead, killed by Voldemort himself not more than a few months ago. Draco had never known the reason for his murder. Perhaps it was because of disobedience? Betrayal? Or was it simply because the Dark Lord was getting tired of him?
The news of his father's death had astonished him at first, and he had, for a few days, denied the truth. Lucius may not have been all that father-like towards him, teaching him black magic and the Dark Arts. But nevertheless, he was still his father. And he had learned a great deal from him, even if Draco would never in his life become a Death Eater. A person, or rather, monster that Lucius had always wanted Draco to be.
Narcissa had taken the news quite a bit more dramatically, weeping for his father, and grieving for a number of days. Draco had always been a lot more comfortable with his mother. Maybe because she would never force him to become a Death Eater, and maybe because she was a lot more open with her feelings towards Draco. A parent's love was not something he had acquired from his father. And he doubted that Lucius even knew the meaning of love. For Lucius, love was a feeling that had been brought about by hate.
His mother was currently in Rome, signing some papers regarding the estates that the Malfoys owned. Leaving Draco, alone in the house.
As for Voldemort, there had been rumors flying around that he had once again gone into hiding, and was summoning something deeply evil.
This made Draco wonder if Hogwarts will once again be guarded by Dementors, like the time when Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. But then, even Dementors were too weak to handle someone as powerful as Voldemort. Some even say that the Dark Lord himself created the soul-sucking creatures.
Draco had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the silhouette leaning against his antique canopy bed.
"Penny for your thoughts," the figure said.
Startled, Draco jumped out of his chair, his wand raised and pointed at the assailant. An all too familiar face leered at him, unfazed by the harm Draco could cause.
It was his dear uncle William. The window was wide open, and Draco realized that his guest must have gone through there. He was after all a vampire.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, dropping his arm to his waist. The last time he had seen his vampire relative was five years ago when he dropped by for a visit. He wasn't exactly his favorite relative. And the fact that he was a vampire didn't make any thing better between them.
"I need your help."
This time, it was Draco's turn to sneer at him. "You need my *help*?" he asked incredulously, and a sickening idea crept into his head. "Wait—you don't need blood do you?" Draco asked nervously.
The smirk disappeared from his uncle's face, to be replaced by a serious look that made Draco clutch his wand tightly again.
"No. What I need is a way to Hogwarts."
This baffled Draco. "What do you want to go to Hogwarts for?"
"I have a—friend there that I need to talk to." William said, pulling out a cigarette and flicking open his lighter, he lazily lit it.
"Really," Draco drawled, trying not to appear too curious. "Who?"
"None of your business, pretty boy." William said puffing out a cloud of gray smoke that blew directly into Draco's face. He waved them away absently.
"Well, there's no way you could get to Hogwarts." Draco said ignoring the desperate look on his uncle's eyes. What he was saying was true. Hogwarts allowed no visitors, and with the current situation the wizarding world was in now, with Voldemort believed to be lurking in the shadows, he doubted that Dumbledore would permit strangers to enter the school.
"But you could go to Hogsmeade, the nearest wizarding village to Hogwarts." Draco informed him. "The students go there during certain weekends. Your bound to find your 'friend' there."
The vampire considered this for a moment. "Fine."
"Now go away, I have to get my sleep." Draco said, making a shooing gesture towards the window.
And his uncle vanished before Draco could see the lethal look on his vampiric features.
*** Bright sunlight streamed through the window beside Buffy's bed, awakening the blonde Slayer with a loud groan. "What time is it?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as they opened slowly. She took in her surroundings, at first not knowing where she was. Then her eyes landed on her wand which she had placed on the coffee table last night, and everything came flashing back to her.
"Time to go to Hogwarts!" she exclaimed, an excited smile lighting up her face. Willow stirred from the bed beside her, with only her mop of red hair to be seen peeping from the edge of the covers that was pulled up to her forehead.
Willow's eyes snapped open and she glanced at Buffy, then at the clock and hurriedly got out of bed. "Its already 7:10!" she shrieked grabbing her clothes and hastily put on her clothes, with Buffy doing the same thing finally realizing that they had less than an hour before the train for Hogwarts leaves.
They gathered up all their things and dragged them out of the Leak Cauldron. They called a cab and sped off to King's Cross.
Hagrid had already given them their tickets the day before, and all they had to do was board their train and they would be at Hogwarts in no time. But first, they have to find their designated platform which was 9 ¾.
The two teenagers stopped in between platforms nine and ten, both looking fairly confused. "Huh." Willow said, mostly to herself than to Buffy who agreed with a huff.
"Its ten minutes to eight," Buffy informed her. "If we don't find that damned platform, we won't be able to catch that train."
"Look, why don't we ask somebody." Willow suggested, approaching a bald man that was dressed in conductor's clothing. The man turned around to attend to her. "Um, excuse me, but do you know where platform 9 ¾ is?" she asked.
The man stared at her as if she was crazy. "Are you trying to be funny, miss?" he asked and shaking his head, he walked off into the opposite direction.
"And again with the huh," Willow said scratching her head.
"We'll never make it in time!" Buffy wailed, clutching her ticket and glowering at it in rage. "Do you even EXIST?" she asked the ticket, glaring daggers at it.
If the situation wasn't so serious, Willow would've laughed at her friend's antics. And if it wasn't for that certain familiar face, she would've screamed with desperation.
"Harry!" Willow called out to the black-haired teen who was talking animatedly to three other teenagers who were making their way to platform nine.
"Thank god," Buffy muttered under her breath. "We're saved."
Harry Potter turned around and a grin split his face the second he saw his two new friends. He said something to the other three teenagers before heading over to where Buffy and Willow were standing, in between platforms 9 and 10.
"Hi Willow, Buffy." Harry greeted them with a smile. "These are my friends, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny."
"Harry's told us a lot about you," Hermione said, smiling comfortably.
"Nice to know we've been talked about," Buffy said with a grin and a wink in Harry's direction. Willow could not hold back a blush. And unluckily, Buffy noticed. Her friend opened her mouth to say something, and Willow, eager to get out of the subject, popped the question she and Buffy had been pondering for the last fifteen minutes.
"Um, could you tell us how to get to 9 ¾?" Willow asked uncertainly, exchanging a glance at Buffy, and momentarily wondering if Harry and his friends would laugh at them as well, like the conductor did. It gets embarrassing, you know that.
To her relief, Hermione smiled. "Its quite easy actually," she said. "All you have to do is run through that wall." She pointed at the brick-red wall of platform nine. "And you'll find yourself in platform 9 ¾."
"Are you CRAZY?" Buffy exclaimed, staring at the very solid wall.
"Well, she is at times." Ron piped up from beside the bushy-haired girl. That earned him a good whack from Hermione.
"Most definitely not," Hermione huffed. "There's a barrier there that opens to the wizarding platform."
Willow nodded, finally understanding.
Buffy however, was having none of it. Slayer or not, she did not want to start the school year with a big unattractive bump on her forehead. And besides, she could not risk losing the precious memories that were stored in her head.
"Are you sure about this?" Buffy demanded, crossing her arms over her chest in an intimidating way. "Because that wall looks very, very solid."
"Don't worry about it," Ginny chimed in with a playful grin. "Harry had the same problem."
"You?" Willow asked incredulously, turning to look at the mortified teenager who was turning a very interesting shade of scarlet. It almost resembled her hair. That brought a laugh out of her. And she therefore received a glare from Harry.
"Okay then," Buffy said tentatively. "Who'll go first?"
"We will," Ron immediately volunteered, grabbing Hermione's arm. And with one last wave, the two of them ran right through the wall, and vanished from their sight.
"Whoa!" Buffy gasped. "Damn, that was cool."
"Feels even better going through it," Ginny added. "Come on, you can come with me."
The blonde slayer reluctantly agreed and taking several steps backward, they broke out into a run and disappeared just like Hermione and Ron.
This left Harry and Willow to go last. "You ready?" Harry asked the nervous witch who nodded meekly. "Let's go then."
And with that, they pushed through the barrier and burst out into Platform 9 ¾.
*** The train was filled with people, students to be exact, and more than a few of them stopped what they were doing (either that was eating, talking, or playing games) to stare questioningly at the two new comers. And it did not help Buffy's school spirit one bit. Although she did kept her eye open for a certain blonde-haired student.
"Hey, this compartment's vacant." Ron said opening the fourth one down the row. The six of them filed in and made themselves comfortable on the seats.
"How long does it take for us to reach Hogwarts?" Willow asked, just in time as the train rumbled to life, slowly starting its journey to the school.
"About an hour or so," Hermione said pulling out one of their books that was for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She opened it to the middle and started to read, ignoring the way Ron was making faces at her.
"School's barely begun and she's halfway finishing that bloody book," Ron said with a frown.
"That's Hermione for you," Harry said grinning at Ron who rolled his eyes.
"So, you guys didn't tell us why you're here at Hogwarts." Ginny said looking interested.
"Foreign exchange students," Buffy said, recalling Giles telling her that. No one was supposed to know the real reason they were there, except for the professors. As far as everyone else knows, they were foreign exchange students, with undiscovered magical talents that were spending a year in Hogwarts to learn more about magic.
"Yeah, Harry told us about that." Ginny said thoughtfully. "You'll be joining the seventh years, right?"
"Right." Buffy and Willow replied in unison.
"But how will you be able to catch up to all we've learned?" Hermione asked from behind her book, taking a moment to look up to ask them.
Willow had asked Giles this when they were still at Sunnydale, also wondering how they, people who barely used a wand in their life, be able to learn 7th year level magic. And he had told them that it would just come out naturally, and he said something about magic flowing in their veins that were a ton more powerful than any of the 7th year students.
But they certainly couldn't tell their new friends *that*. So, Buffy fibbed. "We've been practicing back home." She said casually. Willow nodded enthusiastically beside her.
"Bloody wicked," Ron commented with an impressed grin.
"I hope you guys get into the Gryffindor House," Harry said hopefully.
"House? What House?" Buffy asked, confused.
"First years get sorted into Houses. There are four founders of the Houses. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw. Since the two of you are new, you will have to be sorted into one of the Houses. At the end of each year, the House Cup is awarded to the House who has won the most points."
"Who sorts us?" Willow asked.
"A sorting hat. You put it on, and it decides where you belong."
"A hat?" Buffy asked. "Weird."
"Hogwarts has always been weird," Ron declared, rolling his eyes once again.
"So are you," Ginny retorted.
"Wait, how do you win points?" Willow asked, getting more excited by the second.
"The usual do good stuff," Harry said with a shrug.
Buffy was about to ask exactly what kind of do good stuff when the compartment door slid open, and a gray-haired woman smiled kindly at them. She was holding onto a wooden cart that was carrying a countless number of sweets and beverages.
"Do you kids want anything?" she asked motioning towards her cart full of treats.
They chose what they wanted, and the elderly lady left them, the compartment door sliding shut. Buffy eagerly opened the first treat she had in her hands. A chocolate frog. The minute she did, however, it jumped out of her grasp.
"Eeek!" Buffy squealed staring wide-eyed at a breathing, very much alive chocolate frog. It had positioned itself on the closed glass window of the train, and to her surprise everyone laughed.
"They're designed like that Buffy," Harry said with an amused grin. "Don't worry, you can still eat it. It tastes absolutely delicious!"
"Um, I think I'll pass." Buffy murmured, gesturing for Ron to take it. He did, popping the whole frog into his mouth.
She undid the ribbon that tied itself around a bright purple pouch that was labeled as 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans'. Inside were different colored jelly beans wrapped in individual see-through wrappers. She took a red one out, expecting it to be strawberry and dropped it into her mouth.
It tasted nothing like strawberry.
In fact, it tasted very much like blood.
Her face scrunched up, but nevertheless, she willed herself to swallow it. Not wanting to appear disgusting in front of her friends.
She sighed as she stared at the rest of the colorful treats that lay on her lap. She had lost her appetite.
She certainly hoped that Hogwarts cooked better food, because if they didn't. She swore that she was taking the next train back to Sunnydale, although she doubted she would be able to after all the excitement she had gone through for the past couple of days.
A/N: Now, I have decided that the two of them should be placed in Gryffindor...any objections? Or should I put them in Slytherin? Review please!