Author's Notes: Whoa. Whoa, Whoa, and might I add another whoa? The feedback on the first chapter was just…amazing. I was expecting maybe three reviews. And since almost every review asked me to continue, I decided to succumb to your wishes…it was originally going to be a puny little one-shot, but I love you all too much to do that.
And I'm still not sure whether or not to make this Buffy/Sirius. Hmm.
Sirius Black was suspicious.
She seemed innocent enough. But there was something about her aura that screamed power. Strength. As if she looked like she could barely lift a hammer, but could really drive it through your skull.
And how did she find the Headquarters? He thought her not evil, but what if she had been a Death Eater? He'd have to suggest to Moody that he burn the slips of paper after use. While it would add to Moody's legendary paranoia, it might just save lives.
He mused this as he opened the door for Buffy to come in—then shut it quickly. How stupid of him! There were so many wizarding objects lying around the house that he would have to perform multitudes of memory charms…but, of course, there had to be something extraordinary about her to be able to find the house. Besides, Sirius was going into detective mode.
"Fine, Miss…it is Miss, right?"
"Yep, no –rs's on my title!"
"Right. Miss Summers, come on in…mind you, it's rather messy, but you'll just have to…deal with it."
"Sure thing, Reggie!"
Sirius cringed. This girl was cheerier than Lily in her happiest moods. And he knew for a fact that his brother would sooner die than have a nickname like 'Reggie'.
"Um…nice place you've got. Love the decorating."
He smirked. "Thanks. The kitchen is this way…Buffy."
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know…unusual name. My sister, of course, got a normal name—Dawn, but I got the fluffy, hippie-ish name."
"Well," he said with a chuckle, "I can relate. My whole family is pretty much named after constellations."
"Oh," she said, taking off her jacket and starting to hang it on the enchanted coat rack, "A lot of my friends have weird names. For example, my friend Willow—"
Sirius snatched her coat from the rack as if it were poison.
"Erm…I'll just take this. Stay there, don't touch anything."
Buffy obeyed, standing still and glancing around. Definitely suspicious. This guy was acting like the coat rack would bite her or something. Her fingertips ached to touch, to investigate, but she knew that she had to stay still. Gain his trust a bit more, so she could snoop around. This felt nice though. She was in her element. Detective work.
Sirius, or "Reg", was fervently trying to clean out the kitchen. The portraits around him were rolling their eyes as he put away all of the silverware that turned colors as you ate.
"Ok…guys?"
The portraits perked up.
"I'm bringing a Muggle in here to eat. You know what this means—act normal, or I will set Molly on you…got it?"
They all nodded.
"Good," Sirius said, "now that we've got that cleared up…"
He quickly threw a tablecloth over the table and walked into the front corridor to retrieve Buffy.
"Buffy! Come in here, I reckon I could make some tea…would you like that?"
She nodded and walked beside him, matching him pace-for-pace.
"Reg, I found something…unusual outside your house. A slip of paper that said—"
"The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London?"
She tilted her head in a manner that reminded one of Spike. "That's right. What was it? I mean, it's like after I read it I could see this house for the first time."
Sirius cleared his throat. "Just a calling card. And this house is rather… unnoticeable, as you might have noticed." He gave a nervous chuckle.
Buffy had seen vampires lie better than that. "I see."
They had finally arrived in the kitchen, and Buffy took a seat in one of the rickety chairs as Sirius reached for two teacups.
"Thank you," Buffy said as she reached for a cup. Their fingers touched briefly.
"No problem," he replied hoarsely.
While Sirius was pouring water into a dusty-looking teapot, Buffy attempted to hold her cup properly.
Remember, just like in movies—pinky up, she thought. She grasped the cup a bit too roughly, though.
"Ouch!" she screeched, holding her hand to her mouth. Sirius put the teacup on the counter and knelt beside her.
"What happened?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
"That teacup," she pointed to it, "just bit me!"
Oh shit, Sirius thought.
"No it didn't!" he said quickly.
She gave him a stern look. "I think I know when a teacup has just bitten me."
"I—err… I'm sorry?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and continued on her rant. "What are you, a witch or something?"
"A wizard, actually."
Sirius glared at the portrait. The man in it shrugged.
She looked around, and realization dawned on her. "You are a wizard!"
"I am not!"
She grinned at him. "Don't try to deny it, mister. You make with the magic, don't you?" She wagged her finger at him. "I can't believe this!"
"Well… err, I suppose this breaks the ice—"
"I so have to tell Willow about this! She's a witch too, y'know!"
Sirius rubbed his forehead and muttered, "Can't believe a Muggle knows about this…"
"A Muggle? What's a Muggle?"
He looked at her. "Someone who, as you put it, doesn't make with the magic."
She looked offended. "Hey! I have as much magic mojo as the next person! I helped defeat an evil cyborg monster with magic… well, mostly with Willow's magic, but I helped! Besides… ever heard of a Slayer? I'm that-comma-the. One of the original ones, anyway, before we activated the rest. Wannabes."
His eyes widened at the mention of 'Slayer'. "I thought that was a myth!"
"You were myth-taken!"
Sirius's mouth twitched.
"Sorry. I make puns. It's my style. In fact, I've said that one before—must be losing my touch."
He smiled, and the tea's whistle shrieked. "Better get that. I'll get you a cup that doesn't bite while I'm at it."
As he poured her tea, Buffy asked a very important question.
"So, Magic-Man… is Regimus—"
"Regulus, you mean?"
"Right, that… is it even your real name?"
Sirius froze. "Erm… yes, of course!"
end part. ;)