Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. As unfortunate as that may seem. Maybe if I could just own Oz, think Joss would mind?
A/N: Sorry for the grammatical mistakes in the first chapter. I don't have a beta, so I'm pretty much working blind here.
Spoilers: Same deal, summer before Season 3 for Buffy. And school is over for the HP gang, as Ginny just ended her 7th year.
To the Reviewers: I'm completely grateful to those who reviewed. I've been really nervous about actually doing this, you know writing fan fic. Anyways, one of you wanted to know of Oz and Ginny were siblings or they were going to be paired, I hope this next chapter helps a bit.
Chapter 2
After all that had happened, Willow, Oz and Xander decided to put patrolling off till the next day. Willow also invited Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny over to her house. As usual the Rosenberg's were out of town on business. Willow was once again very happy that her parents were rarely around.
The group settled down in the living room, Oz sitting down in a chair with Willow on his lap, Ginny on a chair by herself, Harry, Ron and Hermione all on a couch, and Xander sitting on the floor. They were all quiet for several minutes, each risking glances at one another. Ginny and Oz seemed to be glancing at each other the most.
"Can I get anyone anything? I have orange juice, some soda, and bottled water," Willow said getting off of her boyfriend, and desperately hoping to break the awkward silence.
"I'd like a water if that's okay with you," Hermione said. Willow nodded to her.
"Bring me my juice woman!"
"Shut up, Xander"
"Yes, Willow," Xander said with a small smile, "Please, bring me my juice woman."
"Okay, anything else?" Willow asked. After receiving her answers she went to the kitchen to get 3 bottles of water (the Trio), 2 cokes (Oz and Ginny), and 2 glasses of orange juice for Xander and herself. The quiet once again resumed, but for about half a second.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?" Ginny asked Oz who was seated to her right.
"I don't think we so, but I feel like we've met before," Oz replied in his usual monotone voice. The only thing that would give away his feelings were his eyes, which were full of curiosity at the moment.
"Have you lived here your whole life?"
"That's a good question, I was adopted when I was three. And I can't remember a thing about my real parents."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ginny said, having no idea what it must be like to be adopted.
"It's okay, there's only one thing that really bothers me about the whole thing. My adopted name is Daniel Osbourne, but if I'm adopted, then my last name isn't Osbourne. So, I'm not Oz, y'know?"
Ron cut in before Ginny could speak again, "Is your first name really Daniel?"
"Yup," Oz said with a nod of the head, as Willow walked back in with the drinks, "that's what the 'rents said anyway."
"Do you have any idea what your last name really is?" Ron once again questioned.
"Not a clue. What's with the questions anyway, not the I mind, but it's a bit odd."
"Well I don't really know if I should say right now," Ron said, looking from Ginny to Oz, "I'll need to speak to my parents before I'm certain."
"What's going on?" Willow asked, after giving everyone their drinks and settling back onto Oz's lap.
"Just talking about my being adopted," Oz replied, leaning his face into his drink, so the bubbles could hit his face. To his right, Ginny was doing the same, but Ron and Hermione were the only ones to notice this.
"How'd that come up?" Willow asked, a bit astounded by her boyfriends openness to such a private subject.
"I believe, that is my fault," Ginny spoke to the left of Willow, "for some reason I felt like I had met Oz before, and I asked him if he was originally from Sunnydale."
"Oh," Willow was beginning to get uncomfortable, the glances between Oz and Ginny had not gone unnoticed by Willow. Her insecurities were getting the best of her, as she looked over to Ginny. The girl was certainly beautiful, there was no way Willow could compete with her. 'He must have a thing for red heads,' Willow thought to herself.
Ron saw the emotions pouring over the girl's face, and knew exactly what was causing it. He wasn't as dense as he liked to let on. "Willow, you wouldn't happen to have a fire place, would you?"
"Yes, it's right here behind me, why?" she was quite curious as to what he might need with a fire place in July.
"Just going to give a shout to my parents, got a question or two for them," he said. At the three less-than-magical teens confusion, Hermione opted a more satisfying answer.
"It's the wizarding equivalent to a telephone," a series of 'ahh's' went around.
Ron grabbed a jar of powder out of one of his bags and went to the fire place. With a few quick spells a fire was roaring in the Rosenberg's house. Throwing a pinch of the powder into the fire he called into the now green flames, "The Burrow."
After a few seconds a head popped out of the fire place, looking a bit confused at first, but then he saw Ron, and he smiled, "Ronniekins!"
"George," Ron greeted the floating head.
"No, Fred," the head argued back
"Oh whatever! Go get me mum or dad, it's urgent," Ron said in a stern tone to his brother, which ever brother it was. The head left, supposedly in search for the boys' parents.
"That was interesting," Oz mumbled to the group behind the fire place.
"I would imagine, it's about to get a lot more interesting," Hermione said, eyeing Ron, and throwing a worried look to Harry.
"Indeed," Harry agreed. Another head, a woman this time popped into the fireplace, with a warm smile plastered on her face.
"Oh Ron! I see you've made it to the States safely, I can only imagine how. Muggle transportation, and such nonsense. How is Hermione? And Harry and Ginny? Everyone alright?"
"Everyone's fine mum," Ron said, already exasperated with his mother, "In fact we've met some very interesting people. We thought they were muggles at first, since they clearly aren't wizards. It seems, however, that they know the Slayer."
"Ron, don't be silly. The Slayer is only a myth, I used to tell you stories of her to get you to sleep at night. The nightmare's you used to have about vampires!"
"Yes, I remember. But from what I've heard, the Slayer is quite real. She used to reside in the very town I'm in. She was friends with the girl whose house we're at right now," Ron insisted.
"Are you sure, Ronald?" His mother questioned.
"Quite sure mum. She seems to have run away," Ron went on to tell his mother all that he new of the circumstances surrounding the slayers disappearance. Willow had filled them all in on the way to her house, after she had calmed down. "I feel it is our duty to see that she returns to her home. Her friends are very worried for her well being. A locating spell should do it."
"Well, that seems like a very noble thing of you to do. I'm sure her friends will appreciate the effort. Oh, her mother must be in a right awful state, her daughter running off like that," Ron's mother made a few clicking noises, showing her disapproval.
"Mum, that's not the only reason I've contacted you," Ron said rather seriously.
"What is it, dear?" Ron's voice became very low, so low that no one but his mother could hear him. Various emotions played across her face as Ron spoke, sadness being the most predominant. "A-are you sure," his mother asked rather shakily. Ron mumbled something back in the same low voice. "Where is he?" her voice was now pressing. Ron answered quietly and jerked his head behind him, towards the group.
"Ron! Mother! I've had quite enough, I am part of this family as well, and I demand to know what you two are going on about," Ginny was angered. Her eyes flashing emotion.
"Ginny, please, calm down. And you're right, you are part of this family, and as soon as I get this fireplace hooked up to the Floo network, your father and I will be over to explain the situation," their mother addressed Ginny softly, not trusting her voice. "Now I'll leave you all to your business, and will hopefully being seeing you in a bit. Thank you, Ronald, thank you very much."
Ron smile to his mother, "Not a problem, mum. Love you." With that her head disappeared from the fire place, and Ron put the fire out, shooting a stream of water out of his wand. Willow could be heard mumbling "cool" as he did it. He moved back to his seat next to Hermione, acting as though nothing had happened.
"Oh, don't be such an arse Ron, what did you and mum talk about?" Ginny questioned rolling her eyes at her brother.
"You heard her Gin, we will discuss it when her and Dad arrive. I hope I'm not imposing, Willow. It's a bit of a family crisis, you see," Ron said to Willow, trying hard to ignore his younger sister.
"Oh, it's fine. I have to admit I'm a little curious as to what could be so urgent. But I understand that it's private. You and your family are more than welcome in my house. "
Ron tried to suppress a laugh, "Yes, I suppose we are," he said eyeing Oz once more.
The act wasn't lost on the werewolf. He had been paying very close attention to everything that was going on. And with his enhanced hearing from being part wolf, Oz had heard snippets of Ron's conversation with his mother. 'If I heard what I think I heard, then things are going to get a lot more interesting… again.'
"So how bout while we're waiting we get to know each other better," Xander offered, looking right at Hermione when he said this, "you guys have already know of Buffy, so it's your turn. And we want juicy tidbits."
"I second the motion," Willow said with a smirk.
"Third," Oz agreed, glancing once again a Ginny.
"Motion moved," Xander was in perfect step with his friends, "So, which of you is gonna start us off?" The four wizards looked at each other nervously, none really eager to tell their life story. Eventually, after a lot of shrugs and eyebrow risings between the quartet, Ginny let out I sigh.
"Fine, I'll start," Ginny gave in, "not that it'll be very interesting."
"Nonsense," Oz remarked with a comforting smile, "I'm sure it's gonna be great."
With an identical smile Ginny replied, "Thank you, Oz," then shaking her head she started her story. Her whole story, growing up in a large wizarding family, having only brothers, starting school at Hogwarts (Willow mumbled about wanting to go), her adventure with Harry in the Chamber of Secrets. Once she had gotten through the final battle in her sixth year, all that was left was her last year at school. "Once Harry left, everything settled down, no more Voldemort, no more Death Eaters, just school, and Quidditch. Even the Slytherins were on their best behavior. I hated it."
The Scoobs just looked at her in astonishment, Xander's mouth was practically on the floor, Willow was gawking at Harry, while Oz was smiling at Ginny with a look that could only be described as pride.
"So, I guess Ginny pretty much covered everything, huh?" Oz asked, looking, for what seemed to be the first time, at the other three wizards.
"Yes, she did, with the exception of the more personal areas of our lives, she covered everything. I am assuming however, that you want to know the more personal areas of our lives?" Hermione replied, the last part of her statement was delivered to Xander, who was now guiltily smiling at the bushy haired witch.
"Xander, not that it isn't adorable when you flirt, but don't you have a girlfriend running on a beach somewhere?" Hermione looked a little let down by Willow's question, but Xander was quick to reply.
"You're joking, right? Cordy? Did you really think her and I were gonna last?" he asked, his eyebrow slightly raised at his friend, "Her and I ended it before she left for her family vacation."
"Oh Xan, I'm sorry, why didn't you say anything?" Xander shrugged to Willow's question.
"Guess I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Cordelia and I weren't that serious. You knew it, Buffy knew it, I think Giles even had a hunch," he replied, shaking his head, "Anyway, we're not discussing my personal life, we're discussing Hermione's," Xander added with a smirk.
"Well, umm, where should I start. I guess in my fourth year-" Hermione was cut off when two very muddled up red heads fell in from Willow's fireplace. One appeared to be Ron and Ginny's mother, while the other was an older male, both with red hair just like their children, he was most certainly the pair's father. Both dusted them selves off and turned to the other seven people in the living room.
"Ronald and Virginia Weasley, just don't sit there, come give your father and I a hug," their mother. Both children obliged to their parents' request, as did Harry and Hermione, after receiving pointed looks from Mrs. Weasley.
"Now that that's settled," said the taller, balding Weasley, "I'd say it's about time I meet my other son."
A/N: Sorry for the grammatical mistakes in the first chapter. I don't have a beta, so I'm pretty much working blind here.
Spoilers: Same deal, summer before Season 3 for Buffy. And school is over for the HP gang, as Ginny just ended her 7th year.
To the Reviewers: I'm completely grateful to those who reviewed. I've been really nervous about actually doing this, you know writing fan fic. Anyways, one of you wanted to know of Oz and Ginny were siblings or they were going to be paired, I hope this next chapter helps a bit.
Chapter 2
After all that had happened, Willow, Oz and Xander decided to put patrolling off till the next day. Willow also invited Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny over to her house. As usual the Rosenberg's were out of town on business. Willow was once again very happy that her parents were rarely around.
The group settled down in the living room, Oz sitting down in a chair with Willow on his lap, Ginny on a chair by herself, Harry, Ron and Hermione all on a couch, and Xander sitting on the floor. They were all quiet for several minutes, each risking glances at one another. Ginny and Oz seemed to be glancing at each other the most.
"Can I get anyone anything? I have orange juice, some soda, and bottled water," Willow said getting off of her boyfriend, and desperately hoping to break the awkward silence.
"I'd like a water if that's okay with you," Hermione said. Willow nodded to her.
"Bring me my juice woman!"
"Shut up, Xander"
"Yes, Willow," Xander said with a small smile, "Please, bring me my juice woman."
"Okay, anything else?" Willow asked. After receiving her answers she went to the kitchen to get 3 bottles of water (the Trio), 2 cokes (Oz and Ginny), and 2 glasses of orange juice for Xander and herself. The quiet once again resumed, but for about half a second.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?" Ginny asked Oz who was seated to her right.
"I don't think we so, but I feel like we've met before," Oz replied in his usual monotone voice. The only thing that would give away his feelings were his eyes, which were full of curiosity at the moment.
"Have you lived here your whole life?"
"That's a good question, I was adopted when I was three. And I can't remember a thing about my real parents."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ginny said, having no idea what it must be like to be adopted.
"It's okay, there's only one thing that really bothers me about the whole thing. My adopted name is Daniel Osbourne, but if I'm adopted, then my last name isn't Osbourne. So, I'm not Oz, y'know?"
Ron cut in before Ginny could speak again, "Is your first name really Daniel?"
"Yup," Oz said with a nod of the head, as Willow walked back in with the drinks, "that's what the 'rents said anyway."
"Do you have any idea what your last name really is?" Ron once again questioned.
"Not a clue. What's with the questions anyway, not the I mind, but it's a bit odd."
"Well I don't really know if I should say right now," Ron said, looking from Ginny to Oz, "I'll need to speak to my parents before I'm certain."
"What's going on?" Willow asked, after giving everyone their drinks and settling back onto Oz's lap.
"Just talking about my being adopted," Oz replied, leaning his face into his drink, so the bubbles could hit his face. To his right, Ginny was doing the same, but Ron and Hermione were the only ones to notice this.
"How'd that come up?" Willow asked, a bit astounded by her boyfriends openness to such a private subject.
"I believe, that is my fault," Ginny spoke to the left of Willow, "for some reason I felt like I had met Oz before, and I asked him if he was originally from Sunnydale."
"Oh," Willow was beginning to get uncomfortable, the glances between Oz and Ginny had not gone unnoticed by Willow. Her insecurities were getting the best of her, as she looked over to Ginny. The girl was certainly beautiful, there was no way Willow could compete with her. 'He must have a thing for red heads,' Willow thought to herself.
Ron saw the emotions pouring over the girl's face, and knew exactly what was causing it. He wasn't as dense as he liked to let on. "Willow, you wouldn't happen to have a fire place, would you?"
"Yes, it's right here behind me, why?" she was quite curious as to what he might need with a fire place in July.
"Just going to give a shout to my parents, got a question or two for them," he said. At the three less-than-magical teens confusion, Hermione opted a more satisfying answer.
"It's the wizarding equivalent to a telephone," a series of 'ahh's' went around.
Ron grabbed a jar of powder out of one of his bags and went to the fire place. With a few quick spells a fire was roaring in the Rosenberg's house. Throwing a pinch of the powder into the fire he called into the now green flames, "The Burrow."
After a few seconds a head popped out of the fire place, looking a bit confused at first, but then he saw Ron, and he smiled, "Ronniekins!"
"George," Ron greeted the floating head.
"No, Fred," the head argued back
"Oh whatever! Go get me mum or dad, it's urgent," Ron said in a stern tone to his brother, which ever brother it was. The head left, supposedly in search for the boys' parents.
"That was interesting," Oz mumbled to the group behind the fire place.
"I would imagine, it's about to get a lot more interesting," Hermione said, eyeing Ron, and throwing a worried look to Harry.
"Indeed," Harry agreed. Another head, a woman this time popped into the fireplace, with a warm smile plastered on her face.
"Oh Ron! I see you've made it to the States safely, I can only imagine how. Muggle transportation, and such nonsense. How is Hermione? And Harry and Ginny? Everyone alright?"
"Everyone's fine mum," Ron said, already exasperated with his mother, "In fact we've met some very interesting people. We thought they were muggles at first, since they clearly aren't wizards. It seems, however, that they know the Slayer."
"Ron, don't be silly. The Slayer is only a myth, I used to tell you stories of her to get you to sleep at night. The nightmare's you used to have about vampires!"
"Yes, I remember. But from what I've heard, the Slayer is quite real. She used to reside in the very town I'm in. She was friends with the girl whose house we're at right now," Ron insisted.
"Are you sure, Ronald?" His mother questioned.
"Quite sure mum. She seems to have run away," Ron went on to tell his mother all that he new of the circumstances surrounding the slayers disappearance. Willow had filled them all in on the way to her house, after she had calmed down. "I feel it is our duty to see that she returns to her home. Her friends are very worried for her well being. A locating spell should do it."
"Well, that seems like a very noble thing of you to do. I'm sure her friends will appreciate the effort. Oh, her mother must be in a right awful state, her daughter running off like that," Ron's mother made a few clicking noises, showing her disapproval.
"Mum, that's not the only reason I've contacted you," Ron said rather seriously.
"What is it, dear?" Ron's voice became very low, so low that no one but his mother could hear him. Various emotions played across her face as Ron spoke, sadness being the most predominant. "A-are you sure," his mother asked rather shakily. Ron mumbled something back in the same low voice. "Where is he?" her voice was now pressing. Ron answered quietly and jerked his head behind him, towards the group.
"Ron! Mother! I've had quite enough, I am part of this family as well, and I demand to know what you two are going on about," Ginny was angered. Her eyes flashing emotion.
"Ginny, please, calm down. And you're right, you are part of this family, and as soon as I get this fireplace hooked up to the Floo network, your father and I will be over to explain the situation," their mother addressed Ginny softly, not trusting her voice. "Now I'll leave you all to your business, and will hopefully being seeing you in a bit. Thank you, Ronald, thank you very much."
Ron smile to his mother, "Not a problem, mum. Love you." With that her head disappeared from the fire place, and Ron put the fire out, shooting a stream of water out of his wand. Willow could be heard mumbling "cool" as he did it. He moved back to his seat next to Hermione, acting as though nothing had happened.
"Oh, don't be such an arse Ron, what did you and mum talk about?" Ginny questioned rolling her eyes at her brother.
"You heard her Gin, we will discuss it when her and Dad arrive. I hope I'm not imposing, Willow. It's a bit of a family crisis, you see," Ron said to Willow, trying hard to ignore his younger sister.
"Oh, it's fine. I have to admit I'm a little curious as to what could be so urgent. But I understand that it's private. You and your family are more than welcome in my house. "
Ron tried to suppress a laugh, "Yes, I suppose we are," he said eyeing Oz once more.
The act wasn't lost on the werewolf. He had been paying very close attention to everything that was going on. And with his enhanced hearing from being part wolf, Oz had heard snippets of Ron's conversation with his mother. 'If I heard what I think I heard, then things are going to get a lot more interesting… again.'
"So how bout while we're waiting we get to know each other better," Xander offered, looking right at Hermione when he said this, "you guys have already know of Buffy, so it's your turn. And we want juicy tidbits."
"I second the motion," Willow said with a smirk.
"Third," Oz agreed, glancing once again a Ginny.
"Motion moved," Xander was in perfect step with his friends, "So, which of you is gonna start us off?" The four wizards looked at each other nervously, none really eager to tell their life story. Eventually, after a lot of shrugs and eyebrow risings between the quartet, Ginny let out I sigh.
"Fine, I'll start," Ginny gave in, "not that it'll be very interesting."
"Nonsense," Oz remarked with a comforting smile, "I'm sure it's gonna be great."
With an identical smile Ginny replied, "Thank you, Oz," then shaking her head she started her story. Her whole story, growing up in a large wizarding family, having only brothers, starting school at Hogwarts (Willow mumbled about wanting to go), her adventure with Harry in the Chamber of Secrets. Once she had gotten through the final battle in her sixth year, all that was left was her last year at school. "Once Harry left, everything settled down, no more Voldemort, no more Death Eaters, just school, and Quidditch. Even the Slytherins were on their best behavior. I hated it."
The Scoobs just looked at her in astonishment, Xander's mouth was practically on the floor, Willow was gawking at Harry, while Oz was smiling at Ginny with a look that could only be described as pride.
"So, I guess Ginny pretty much covered everything, huh?" Oz asked, looking, for what seemed to be the first time, at the other three wizards.
"Yes, she did, with the exception of the more personal areas of our lives, she covered everything. I am assuming however, that you want to know the more personal areas of our lives?" Hermione replied, the last part of her statement was delivered to Xander, who was now guiltily smiling at the bushy haired witch.
"Xander, not that it isn't adorable when you flirt, but don't you have a girlfriend running on a beach somewhere?" Hermione looked a little let down by Willow's question, but Xander was quick to reply.
"You're joking, right? Cordy? Did you really think her and I were gonna last?" he asked, his eyebrow slightly raised at his friend, "Her and I ended it before she left for her family vacation."
"Oh Xan, I'm sorry, why didn't you say anything?" Xander shrugged to Willow's question.
"Guess I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Cordelia and I weren't that serious. You knew it, Buffy knew it, I think Giles even had a hunch," he replied, shaking his head, "Anyway, we're not discussing my personal life, we're discussing Hermione's," Xander added with a smirk.
"Well, umm, where should I start. I guess in my fourth year-" Hermione was cut off when two very muddled up red heads fell in from Willow's fireplace. One appeared to be Ron and Ginny's mother, while the other was an older male, both with red hair just like their children, he was most certainly the pair's father. Both dusted them selves off and turned to the other seven people in the living room.
"Ronald and Virginia Weasley, just don't sit there, come give your father and I a hug," their mother. Both children obliged to their parents' request, as did Harry and Hermione, after receiving pointed looks from Mrs. Weasley.
"Now that that's settled," said the taller, balding Weasley, "I'd say it's about time I meet my other son."