Disclaimer: The only thing I truly own, is my basketball, everything else was either given to me or bought for me. Which means, I'm just borrowing all these characters till their owners want them back. I don't think Mr. Whedon or Ms. Rowling will mind. What do you think? Also, the song Ginny sings in her head is called Bullet with Butterfly Wings, by The Smashing Pumpkins. Billy Corgan owns it, not I. You should all go find that song and listen to it.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. I know you guys were missin the Buffster, and who could blame you? This chapter is mostly to develop the bond between the twins. I will be returning to Buffy and Draco, but I wanted to get back the main characters. I do believe there was a request for more Oz. I'd like to state that I'm open to any ideas you all my have, as sometimes, mine suck.
Spoilers: I usually leave this part out, because the story is set before Season 3, and one year after what would be the seventh book of Potter. As it is, the Chamber of Secrets plays a big role, and some of you may notice the mention I made to a quote Oz hasn't actually said yet.
Harmoni9- Glad you're diggin the fic. You would have hated the first draft of chapter 4 though, I had them way to buddy-buddy. They even CRIED. It was bad.
immortalwizardelf-fan- Yea, Ginny is gonna be suspicious at first, but everything will smooth over. No worries.
Lolly6- Thanks, much appreciated. Hope you like this next chap!
Malli- Two reviews? Lol. I don't think J.K. is going to pair Draco up with a Gryffindor either, but it's fun to pretend, isn't it? I meant a pairing for Cordy, now that she's Xander-free, I don't know what to do. I could just leave her out completely, but I don't know if I like that idea. Help?
LizaGirl- As far as I know this is the only Oz/Weasley fic out there, but if you're just looking for a good crossover fic in general you should check out Redemption and Redeemed by elsawriter. Oh, and The Phoenix Child by Malli is really good too.
Herald-Mage Brianna- Who doesn't love the Cheese Man. I can barely think about him with out laughing myself to death.
Renna- There will be pairings, as you've seen I've already started to hint to one (Hr/X), and I'm not breaking up any of the couples that already exist (W/Oz & G/Dr). Harry doesn't have a girlfriend yet, but I do have someone in mind.
LET'S GET IT ON! -too much 'Spike TV' for lexi.
Chapter 5
Sometime near three in the morning, things in Sunnydale, had finally calmed down. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went back to the Burrow, after making all seven teens promise to come visit before the end of the summer. Willow convinced everyone else to stay at her house, as her parents would most likely be gone for several months. Now, all but Oz and Ginny had gone to sleep, Harry and Ron were in Willow's parents room, Xander was in the guest room (which was pretty much his room at the Rosenberg's since he was five), while Willow and Hermione stayed in Willow's room.
Sitting in the kitchen, each with a steaming mug of hot cocoa in front of them, Oz and Ginny were enveloped in a comfortable silence. After the mayhem of the past few hours, silence was welcomed. Though the events pertained mostly to the twins, neither felt the need to partake much in the conversations once Oz's lineage had been proved. Just to know that there was finally someone else to get them completely, in ways their significant other's never could, was a great relief.
But just like any other stretch of silence, it couldn't last forever. "So, what now?" Ginny asked, a seemingly innocent question in any other situation. Not this one though, this question had more weight to it than the three words should ever have held. What happened to brother and sister now? Where do they go? What are they supposed to do? Do they stay together? What the hell happens now?!
Oz considered the question, know its full meaning, "I don't know," he finally sighed. He sounded confused, but hopeful, even if the tone was barely there.
"Whatever happens," Ginny started, looking the werewolf in the eye, "promise me we won't be apart." It was a statement, not a question, but there was still fear in the girl's eyes that she might be declined.
"I promise," he said, reaching across the table to take his sister's hand. Oz kept true to his promises, honesty and loyalty were two things he greatly valued, and therefore, he possessed quite a bit of both.
Ginny smiled at him, "Well you already know a lot about me, how `bout letting little sis know something about yourself?" she questioned. It had come out earlier that Oz was born first, Ginny coming roughly fifteen minutes later.
"Not much to tell," Oz said with a shrug.
"Well there has to be something," Ginny exclaimed, sounding very much like Hermione.
"My name is Daniel Weasley, I'm one of eight…" Oz started, a smirk on his face.
Ginny glared at him, "Don't be a prat Oz."
"Ruin my fun," Oz complained to the redhead. "I'm in a band. Play lead guitar, it would be more impressive if we were any good."
"You play guitar?" Ginny asked, suddenly very excited. Oz looked at her funny.
"Uh huh."
"I play the guitar too!" Ginny practically screamed.
"Huh. That's interesting."
"Interesting? It's bloody incredible!" Ginny was thrilled at the prospect of her and Oz having something in common. 'Not just something,' she thought to herself, 'this is huge. I love playing, and if he's in a band…we could so jam together!'
"I guess it is," Oz agreed, noticing the flicker of excitement in his sister's eye. She was planning something. "We could play together, it would be interesting to see if our styles are at all alike."
"I was just thinking that. Dad and you seem to have the same taste in music, but I guess I can adjust to it."
"What? Don't like the Stones?" he questioned
"Not as much as the Smashing Pumpkins, I have to admit, I'm somewhat partial to American music," Ginny said, smiling at the thought of her favorite band. 'Even though I know, I suppose I'll show, all my cool and cold- like old job. Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage…Oh crap now it's stuck in my head.'
"I hate it when that happens," Oz smiled at Ginny.
"I know, but at least it's a good song," Ginny replied, then her eyes widened. "Wait a damn minute, I thought that!" Oz paled at the insight. No they couldn't, it would be too cliché. This kind of crap only happened in cheesy twin stories when the author could think of nothing more original to do (A/N: Hahaha).
"Maybe this is just because we're twins, and magical?" Oz offered. Ginny shook her head.
"No, otherwise we would have heard about it before. Fred and George, the Patil girls, something would have come up. This must be something else," Ginny decided. "What were you thinking when you read my mind?"
"Well, you were smiling to yourself, and I wanted to know what was so funny."
"And so you heard me singing," Gin stated the obvious, trying to piece everything together. It wasn't working. "We need Hermione."
"We need Willow," Oz said at the same time. The pair smiled at each other, 'Well, it can't be a bad thing,' Oz thought.
"I certainly hope not," Ginny told him. 'Crap, did it again.'
'I think it's fun,' Oz sent his thought to Ginny. They both got up from the table, and moved into the living room. Oz moved the chairs and coffee table out of the way as he pulled the couch out into a bed. The wonders of a sofa-sleeper. After putting the sheets and pillows Willow had left them onto the bed, both Weasleys settled in for the night, or day rather, as it was nearly four in the morning now.
'We could play with them all a little,' Ginny suggested mentally to her brother, 'We would eventually tell them of course. But a little fun never hurt anyone.'
'That's why I run with scissors.' Ginny giggled at her brother, and they both turned onto their right sides, giving into the sleep that so persistently called them.
~~~*~~~
It was dark, cold and damp. There was a smell of mildew in the air, and something else, it was faint. So faint that Oz's werewolf enhanced senses could barely pick it up. He couldn't identify it at first, but then realization set in. It was Ginny, her scent was unique, just like anyone else's. A mixture of ginger and lemon, while Willow's was closer to sage and mint. But that wasn't the point, the point was the Ginny was here. And wherever here was, Oz didn't like the vibes he was getting.
He followed the scent down the long dark tunnels, his eyes searching for the girl he knew was there. A lone figure stood in the tunnel, cast in the shadows, right before an entrance to God knows what. Oz approached it cautiously, still sniffing the air. He was getting closer to her. Once within a foot of the individual, Oz realized it was a man, close to his age. The man's hair was light blonde, and his gloomy eyes were gray.
"Help her," he spoke, desperation evident in his voice, "I can never help her when she's here. Maybe you can. Please help her."
Oz nodded to the man, and moved passed him, then paused and looked back, "Who are you?"
The blonde man smiled, "I'm hers." Then he vanished.
Oz walked into a large chamber. There, on the cobbled floor lay a body. A girl, with flaming red hair. 'Ginny,' Oz thought as he rushed to her side. She couldn't have been more than eleven, but it was Ginny. She was unconscious, or so it seemed. He shook her gently, pleading with her to wake up.
Finally, the girls eyes fluttered open, "Oz?" Ginny's voice was dry, and cracking. Oz pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair, as he had done before. This position was becoming quite common for the two, only this time he could cradle her.
"Who did this?" he asked his sister. She pushed away to answer him, but as soon as she did, her eyes became wide with fear. She was staring over Oz's left shoulder. He spun around to prepare for the attack.
A boy, sixteen, maybe seventeen stood before them. A smile creased the edges of his handsome face, "You are not Harry," it spoke, clearly disappointed, but smiling nonetheless. The boys smile became more manic, "How many times must I tell you girl? Bring me Harry!" His voice bellowed through the chamber.
Ginny quaked in Oz's arms, she looked to him for help, for anything to get them out of this situation. Oz thought back to the stories she had told him and the others. Then he figured it out, Oz was in the chamber of secrets. 'But where is Harry?' Oz thought to himself.
"Not here," Ginny whispered, "he never comes anymore. It's- it's only my dreams, I know, but, I can't. I'm sorry. I'm just too frightened." Oz nodded, and stood up to face the wizard still glaring at them.
"So," Oz started, "you Voldemort?"
"Yes," the boy hissed out, "I am Lord Voldemort!"
"Cool."
"'Cool?' You stand before the greatest wizard of all time, and all you can say is 'cool?'"
Oz feigned confusion, "I thought Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of all time." He turned to Ginny and shot her a smile, she returned it weakly.
"Dumbledore is a fool! He will learn his lesson when the time comes, and I will rise!" Voldemort's anger grew, anger grew, and he got a terrifying gleam in his eye. The dark wizard took several steps back, then started to yell out word's Oz couldn't understand. It sounded very much like hissing. Oz frowned and cocked his head to the side, 'Huh,' he thought, 'that's new.'
"He's calling the Basilisk," Ginny said from behind her brother. He nodded his head, the rest of her and Harry's tale coming back.
The stone mouth of Slytherin began to open, and Oz took a step back awaiting the inevitable. A giant snake emerged from the depths of the statue, waiting for it's next order. The Dark Lord said something else, and the serpent sprung after Oz. So, Oz ran, sweeping up his sister, and taking off into the tunnels. He was searching his mind, trying to come up with a good plan. 'I don't even have any hummus. Damn, okay Plan B.' He stopped short and turned off, going back into the chamber, dropping Ginny behind one of the columns.
"Why don't I think I like Plan B?" Ginny questioned. He gave his sister a comforting smile and walked back to Tom, the Basilisk hot on his trail.
Oz was done playing, he wanted this done. He could be dreaming about Willow right now, but no, he had to deal with a crazed Dark Lord, and an enormous snake. Oz sighed, "Do you know what I like most about dreams?"
"What?" the other boy spat out, though genuinely curious. The snake came to a stop behind then, seeing his master conversing with his prey.
"Anything can happen," and with that, Oz turned to face the Basilisk, he concentrated hard, harder than he ever had in school. The serpent began to morph, changing into a cute deep brown puppy. It ran up to Oz, and started to tug on his pant leg, trying to bite him, that is until Oz picked it up, and growled something softly into it's ear. He turned back to Tom Riddle, "Now he speaks my language," he placed the puppy down, where it ran to Ginny and started to lick her face. She giggled.
Oz glared at Riddle, and the wizard returned to look with a fierce intensity, but also interest, "What are you?"
Oz's nostrils flared, his eyed glowed a magnificent yellow, and a deep growl emitted from his throat, "My worst nightmare." He pounced on Voldemort, beating him into a bloody pulp. Finally Oz backed off, leaving a scarcely breathing Tom on the ground.
"It will take more than that to defeat the Dark Lord," Voldemort coughed out, his mouth full of blood. Oz turned to Ginny, giving her a questioning look. She produced a small black leather bound diary, and then a dagger, and plunged the blade into it.
A long, frightful cry rang through the room, as Tom Marvolo Riddle disintegrated with a blinding white light.
~~~*~~~
Ginny and Oz awoke at the same time, slowly moving into a sitting position. The clock on the mantle said it was almost noon. And the quiet house suggested they were the only two up. Oz turned to look at his sister, and was rather surprised to find her smiling. "Care to share?" He asked, nudging the girls side a bit.
"I liked that dream," off his startled expression she continued, "well now I do. You made it better, you saved me. Now I know what to do if I ever have that dream again."
Oz grinned at her, "Glad to help." Ginny leaned her head on her twin's shoulder. They sat like that for a bit, until Ginny's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Why would we use hummus?" For a man as quiet as Oz, his laugh was surprisingly loud. So loud, it nearly knocked Ginny off the bed in shock.
"Oh, sorry," Oz said trying to get his breathing back to normal, while he helped his sister regain her own composure, "I've just always thought that'd be an interesting way to battle the enemy. Attack them with hummus."
Ginny giggled, "Can you just imagine Voldemort's face if people started chucking hummus at him," Oz laughed with her, though not as loud as before.
"We could set up catapults, each one would have a different kind," Oz added, chuckling while he said it. This put Ginny over the edge, and she rolled on the bed in a fit of giggles. Seeing his sister like this caused a chain reaction, and soon Oz was once again bellowing with laughter.
"What the HELL, is that?" A male British voice sounded from upstairs. Suddenly there was a shuffle of feet, and five more people entered the living room, Ron leading the party. They were stunned at what they found to say the least.
"Oz laugh's?" Xander questioned, "Since when does Oz laugh?" His question went unanswered, but caused the pair on the couch/bed to laugh even harder.
Willow wasn't as shocked as the rest, in her time spent with Oz she had had the pleasure of Oz laughs. They were rare, but very enjoyable, and before she could stop herself, Willow was guffawing along with them. She collapsed onto the bed, clutching her stomach, and rolling over to bury her face into the mattress. Contagious was the laughter, and even if the didn't know why, all seven eventually succumbed to the giggles started by the newest Weasley twins.
After several minutes, the laughing hadn't stopped, and the knock on Willow's door went unnoticed. However it was, got fed up, and opened the door on their own.
A tall, ruggedly handsome, middle-aged man, entered the foyer, "Willow? Sorry for just barging in but- Dear Lord!" the man, cutting himself off, exclaimed upon finding the seven teens, rolling with giggles, snorts, and chuckles.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. I know you guys were missin the Buffster, and who could blame you? This chapter is mostly to develop the bond between the twins. I will be returning to Buffy and Draco, but I wanted to get back the main characters. I do believe there was a request for more Oz. I'd like to state that I'm open to any ideas you all my have, as sometimes, mine suck.
Spoilers: I usually leave this part out, because the story is set before Season 3, and one year after what would be the seventh book of Potter. As it is, the Chamber of Secrets plays a big role, and some of you may notice the mention I made to a quote Oz hasn't actually said yet.
Harmoni9- Glad you're diggin the fic. You would have hated the first draft of chapter 4 though, I had them way to buddy-buddy. They even CRIED. It was bad.
immortalwizardelf-fan- Yea, Ginny is gonna be suspicious at first, but everything will smooth over. No worries.
Lolly6- Thanks, much appreciated. Hope you like this next chap!
Malli- Two reviews? Lol. I don't think J.K. is going to pair Draco up with a Gryffindor either, but it's fun to pretend, isn't it? I meant a pairing for Cordy, now that she's Xander-free, I don't know what to do. I could just leave her out completely, but I don't know if I like that idea. Help?
LizaGirl- As far as I know this is the only Oz/Weasley fic out there, but if you're just looking for a good crossover fic in general you should check out Redemption and Redeemed by elsawriter. Oh, and The Phoenix Child by Malli is really good too.
Herald-Mage Brianna- Who doesn't love the Cheese Man. I can barely think about him with out laughing myself to death.
Renna- There will be pairings, as you've seen I've already started to hint to one (Hr/X), and I'm not breaking up any of the couples that already exist (W/Oz & G/Dr). Harry doesn't have a girlfriend yet, but I do have someone in mind.
LET'S GET IT ON! -too much 'Spike TV' for lexi.
Chapter 5
Sometime near three in the morning, things in Sunnydale, had finally calmed down. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went back to the Burrow, after making all seven teens promise to come visit before the end of the summer. Willow convinced everyone else to stay at her house, as her parents would most likely be gone for several months. Now, all but Oz and Ginny had gone to sleep, Harry and Ron were in Willow's parents room, Xander was in the guest room (which was pretty much his room at the Rosenberg's since he was five), while Willow and Hermione stayed in Willow's room.
Sitting in the kitchen, each with a steaming mug of hot cocoa in front of them, Oz and Ginny were enveloped in a comfortable silence. After the mayhem of the past few hours, silence was welcomed. Though the events pertained mostly to the twins, neither felt the need to partake much in the conversations once Oz's lineage had been proved. Just to know that there was finally someone else to get them completely, in ways their significant other's never could, was a great relief.
But just like any other stretch of silence, it couldn't last forever. "So, what now?" Ginny asked, a seemingly innocent question in any other situation. Not this one though, this question had more weight to it than the three words should ever have held. What happened to brother and sister now? Where do they go? What are they supposed to do? Do they stay together? What the hell happens now?!
Oz considered the question, know its full meaning, "I don't know," he finally sighed. He sounded confused, but hopeful, even if the tone was barely there.
"Whatever happens," Ginny started, looking the werewolf in the eye, "promise me we won't be apart." It was a statement, not a question, but there was still fear in the girl's eyes that she might be declined.
"I promise," he said, reaching across the table to take his sister's hand. Oz kept true to his promises, honesty and loyalty were two things he greatly valued, and therefore, he possessed quite a bit of both.
Ginny smiled at him, "Well you already know a lot about me, how `bout letting little sis know something about yourself?" she questioned. It had come out earlier that Oz was born first, Ginny coming roughly fifteen minutes later.
"Not much to tell," Oz said with a shrug.
"Well there has to be something," Ginny exclaimed, sounding very much like Hermione.
"My name is Daniel Weasley, I'm one of eight…" Oz started, a smirk on his face.
Ginny glared at him, "Don't be a prat Oz."
"Ruin my fun," Oz complained to the redhead. "I'm in a band. Play lead guitar, it would be more impressive if we were any good."
"You play guitar?" Ginny asked, suddenly very excited. Oz looked at her funny.
"Uh huh."
"I play the guitar too!" Ginny practically screamed.
"Huh. That's interesting."
"Interesting? It's bloody incredible!" Ginny was thrilled at the prospect of her and Oz having something in common. 'Not just something,' she thought to herself, 'this is huge. I love playing, and if he's in a band…we could so jam together!'
"I guess it is," Oz agreed, noticing the flicker of excitement in his sister's eye. She was planning something. "We could play together, it would be interesting to see if our styles are at all alike."
"I was just thinking that. Dad and you seem to have the same taste in music, but I guess I can adjust to it."
"What? Don't like the Stones?" he questioned
"Not as much as the Smashing Pumpkins, I have to admit, I'm somewhat partial to American music," Ginny said, smiling at the thought of her favorite band. 'Even though I know, I suppose I'll show, all my cool and cold- like old job. Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage…Oh crap now it's stuck in my head.'
"I hate it when that happens," Oz smiled at Ginny.
"I know, but at least it's a good song," Ginny replied, then her eyes widened. "Wait a damn minute, I thought that!" Oz paled at the insight. No they couldn't, it would be too cliché. This kind of crap only happened in cheesy twin stories when the author could think of nothing more original to do (A/N: Hahaha).
"Maybe this is just because we're twins, and magical?" Oz offered. Ginny shook her head.
"No, otherwise we would have heard about it before. Fred and George, the Patil girls, something would have come up. This must be something else," Ginny decided. "What were you thinking when you read my mind?"
"Well, you were smiling to yourself, and I wanted to know what was so funny."
"And so you heard me singing," Gin stated the obvious, trying to piece everything together. It wasn't working. "We need Hermione."
"We need Willow," Oz said at the same time. The pair smiled at each other, 'Well, it can't be a bad thing,' Oz thought.
"I certainly hope not," Ginny told him. 'Crap, did it again.'
'I think it's fun,' Oz sent his thought to Ginny. They both got up from the table, and moved into the living room. Oz moved the chairs and coffee table out of the way as he pulled the couch out into a bed. The wonders of a sofa-sleeper. After putting the sheets and pillows Willow had left them onto the bed, both Weasleys settled in for the night, or day rather, as it was nearly four in the morning now.
'We could play with them all a little,' Ginny suggested mentally to her brother, 'We would eventually tell them of course. But a little fun never hurt anyone.'
'That's why I run with scissors.' Ginny giggled at her brother, and they both turned onto their right sides, giving into the sleep that so persistently called them.
~~~*~~~
It was dark, cold and damp. There was a smell of mildew in the air, and something else, it was faint. So faint that Oz's werewolf enhanced senses could barely pick it up. He couldn't identify it at first, but then realization set in. It was Ginny, her scent was unique, just like anyone else's. A mixture of ginger and lemon, while Willow's was closer to sage and mint. But that wasn't the point, the point was the Ginny was here. And wherever here was, Oz didn't like the vibes he was getting.
He followed the scent down the long dark tunnels, his eyes searching for the girl he knew was there. A lone figure stood in the tunnel, cast in the shadows, right before an entrance to God knows what. Oz approached it cautiously, still sniffing the air. He was getting closer to her. Once within a foot of the individual, Oz realized it was a man, close to his age. The man's hair was light blonde, and his gloomy eyes were gray.
"Help her," he spoke, desperation evident in his voice, "I can never help her when she's here. Maybe you can. Please help her."
Oz nodded to the man, and moved passed him, then paused and looked back, "Who are you?"
The blonde man smiled, "I'm hers." Then he vanished.
Oz walked into a large chamber. There, on the cobbled floor lay a body. A girl, with flaming red hair. 'Ginny,' Oz thought as he rushed to her side. She couldn't have been more than eleven, but it was Ginny. She was unconscious, or so it seemed. He shook her gently, pleading with her to wake up.
Finally, the girls eyes fluttered open, "Oz?" Ginny's voice was dry, and cracking. Oz pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair, as he had done before. This position was becoming quite common for the two, only this time he could cradle her.
"Who did this?" he asked his sister. She pushed away to answer him, but as soon as she did, her eyes became wide with fear. She was staring over Oz's left shoulder. He spun around to prepare for the attack.
A boy, sixteen, maybe seventeen stood before them. A smile creased the edges of his handsome face, "You are not Harry," it spoke, clearly disappointed, but smiling nonetheless. The boys smile became more manic, "How many times must I tell you girl? Bring me Harry!" His voice bellowed through the chamber.
Ginny quaked in Oz's arms, she looked to him for help, for anything to get them out of this situation. Oz thought back to the stories she had told him and the others. Then he figured it out, Oz was in the chamber of secrets. 'But where is Harry?' Oz thought to himself.
"Not here," Ginny whispered, "he never comes anymore. It's- it's only my dreams, I know, but, I can't. I'm sorry. I'm just too frightened." Oz nodded, and stood up to face the wizard still glaring at them.
"So," Oz started, "you Voldemort?"
"Yes," the boy hissed out, "I am Lord Voldemort!"
"Cool."
"'Cool?' You stand before the greatest wizard of all time, and all you can say is 'cool?'"
Oz feigned confusion, "I thought Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of all time." He turned to Ginny and shot her a smile, she returned it weakly.
"Dumbledore is a fool! He will learn his lesson when the time comes, and I will rise!" Voldemort's anger grew, anger grew, and he got a terrifying gleam in his eye. The dark wizard took several steps back, then started to yell out word's Oz couldn't understand. It sounded very much like hissing. Oz frowned and cocked his head to the side, 'Huh,' he thought, 'that's new.'
"He's calling the Basilisk," Ginny said from behind her brother. He nodded his head, the rest of her and Harry's tale coming back.
The stone mouth of Slytherin began to open, and Oz took a step back awaiting the inevitable. A giant snake emerged from the depths of the statue, waiting for it's next order. The Dark Lord said something else, and the serpent sprung after Oz. So, Oz ran, sweeping up his sister, and taking off into the tunnels. He was searching his mind, trying to come up with a good plan. 'I don't even have any hummus. Damn, okay Plan B.' He stopped short and turned off, going back into the chamber, dropping Ginny behind one of the columns.
"Why don't I think I like Plan B?" Ginny questioned. He gave his sister a comforting smile and walked back to Tom, the Basilisk hot on his trail.
Oz was done playing, he wanted this done. He could be dreaming about Willow right now, but no, he had to deal with a crazed Dark Lord, and an enormous snake. Oz sighed, "Do you know what I like most about dreams?"
"What?" the other boy spat out, though genuinely curious. The snake came to a stop behind then, seeing his master conversing with his prey.
"Anything can happen," and with that, Oz turned to face the Basilisk, he concentrated hard, harder than he ever had in school. The serpent began to morph, changing into a cute deep brown puppy. It ran up to Oz, and started to tug on his pant leg, trying to bite him, that is until Oz picked it up, and growled something softly into it's ear. He turned back to Tom Riddle, "Now he speaks my language," he placed the puppy down, where it ran to Ginny and started to lick her face. She giggled.
Oz glared at Riddle, and the wizard returned to look with a fierce intensity, but also interest, "What are you?"
Oz's nostrils flared, his eyed glowed a magnificent yellow, and a deep growl emitted from his throat, "My worst nightmare." He pounced on Voldemort, beating him into a bloody pulp. Finally Oz backed off, leaving a scarcely breathing Tom on the ground.
"It will take more than that to defeat the Dark Lord," Voldemort coughed out, his mouth full of blood. Oz turned to Ginny, giving her a questioning look. She produced a small black leather bound diary, and then a dagger, and plunged the blade into it.
A long, frightful cry rang through the room, as Tom Marvolo Riddle disintegrated with a blinding white light.
~~~*~~~
Ginny and Oz awoke at the same time, slowly moving into a sitting position. The clock on the mantle said it was almost noon. And the quiet house suggested they were the only two up. Oz turned to look at his sister, and was rather surprised to find her smiling. "Care to share?" He asked, nudging the girls side a bit.
"I liked that dream," off his startled expression she continued, "well now I do. You made it better, you saved me. Now I know what to do if I ever have that dream again."
Oz grinned at her, "Glad to help." Ginny leaned her head on her twin's shoulder. They sat like that for a bit, until Ginny's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Why would we use hummus?" For a man as quiet as Oz, his laugh was surprisingly loud. So loud, it nearly knocked Ginny off the bed in shock.
"Oh, sorry," Oz said trying to get his breathing back to normal, while he helped his sister regain her own composure, "I've just always thought that'd be an interesting way to battle the enemy. Attack them with hummus."
Ginny giggled, "Can you just imagine Voldemort's face if people started chucking hummus at him," Oz laughed with her, though not as loud as before.
"We could set up catapults, each one would have a different kind," Oz added, chuckling while he said it. This put Ginny over the edge, and she rolled on the bed in a fit of giggles. Seeing his sister like this caused a chain reaction, and soon Oz was once again bellowing with laughter.
"What the HELL, is that?" A male British voice sounded from upstairs. Suddenly there was a shuffle of feet, and five more people entered the living room, Ron leading the party. They were stunned at what they found to say the least.
"Oz laugh's?" Xander questioned, "Since when does Oz laugh?" His question went unanswered, but caused the pair on the couch/bed to laugh even harder.
Willow wasn't as shocked as the rest, in her time spent with Oz she had had the pleasure of Oz laughs. They were rare, but very enjoyable, and before she could stop herself, Willow was guffawing along with them. She collapsed onto the bed, clutching her stomach, and rolling over to bury her face into the mattress. Contagious was the laughter, and even if the didn't know why, all seven eventually succumbed to the giggles started by the newest Weasley twins.
After several minutes, the laughing hadn't stopped, and the knock on Willow's door went unnoticed. However it was, got fed up, and opened the door on their own.
A tall, ruggedly handsome, middle-aged man, entered the foyer, "Willow? Sorry for just barging in but- Dear Lord!" the man, cutting himself off, exclaimed upon finding the seven teens, rolling with giggles, snorts, and chuckles.