Title: Résultas Foi
Author: CodeName Targeter
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing and violence)
Disclaimer: Don't own Buffy-verse or Harry Potter so don't sue me!!
Things you should know: The Kennedy thing never happened, Spike's alive, and the Potentials lost their Slayer powers
Timeframe: Harry Potter- Book 6 : BtVS- 3 years post-S7
Pairings: I have some in mind but all I'll tell you guys for certain is Ron/Hermione. You tell me what ya want to see and I'll see what I can do, however, I do know that there will definitely be NO, I repeat NO Buffy/Snape, Faith/Snape, Willow/Snape, insert Scooby of your choice/Snape. Sorry, I can't write that kinda stuff.
Warning!: I've watched maybe a total of 10 episodes of Angel, so things there are definitely going to be a bit wacky, sorry if that annoys you. Also, I recently, as in Christmas, started watching Buffy via reruns so while I might be somewhat knowledgeable about some areas, my knowledge won't be very good at all in some other areas, so please, don't kill me if I make a mistake. ALSO!!! I'm looking for a beta who's got really good knowledge of Buffy and who is good at catching lotsa pretty little typos. Please, if you'd like to beta for me, email me or put it in a review. Thanks! :-)
My Loverly Reviwers: I love you guys so much, getting 4 reviews for my first chapter really made me feel good!
LizaGirl Thanks! And yes, I'm going to try and make this decently long, I'm shooting for maybe 50 chapters, but we'll see.
Darklight Thanks! Regarding her maybe having run into wizards before, Faith had run into one before, but she simply didn't realize it… hint hint More on that later…
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And now… here's the actual chapter…..
Chapter 1: "What's the deal with the sticks?"
Charlie Weasley's eyes widened ad he gaped at the dark-haired woman in front of him who was apparently the Slayer. But there was no way, the Vampire Slayer was a myth! This woman must've hit her head harder than he'd thought against that brick wall. "Are you sure you're okay, Faith?"
Apparently sensing his apprehension and disbelief, the woman grinned broadly and seemed to be holding back a laugh, or perhaps it was a snicker. "Five by five, Charlie, five by five."
Confused by that a bit, the wizard just took that as a 'fine' and then said cautiously, "Sorry if I seem a bit disbelieving, but my world believes that you're just a myth, a childhood tail to banish fears of vampires."
Her expression darned slightly and she muttered half to herself, "Don't tell that to B," before saying more clearly, "Yeah, well I haven't exactly heard of people who can shoot jets of light out of sticks either."
Inwardly, Charlie laughed at her description of wizards, he'd have to remember it and tell the twins, they'd probably get a kick out of it. "How about I buy you a drink and explain about what I was doing and you can tell me about being the Slayer."
She looked at him suspiciously before nodding. "Sure, might as well. I don't have any other stuff to do tonight."
It was only a ten minute walk to the Leaky Cauldron, which was the only wizarding bar that he knew of that was easily accessible from muggle England. A minute after arriving, they were sitting at a table, Charlie with a tankard of butterbeer and Faith with some Fire Whiskey which she had immediately pronounced, "Fucking good stuff!"
"So," she said, "What's the deal with the sticks?"
"Alright, this is going to sound really corny, but do you believe in magic?" he asked, wincing slightly at how that sounded.
"Hell yeah," Faith replied, "My friend Willow's a witch, she can do some pretty amazing shit."
That caught his interest. "This Willow, she's a witch?"
She nodded. "Yeah, well a Wiccan, but same thing."
"Ah," he nodded in understanding, that made sense then. The Wiccans thought they were witches but all they really did was worship the earth and chant. "Well, I'm a wizard and that stick I was using before," he pulled it out of his belt and put it on the table, "Is a wand. There's a whole community of us out there."
"You're shitting me!" Faith exclaimed. "You are so shitting me about this!"
Grinning broadly at her exclamation, Charlie shook his head, pointed his wand at her tankard of fire whiskey, and muttered "Wingardium Leviosa." A moment later, a stream of curses was coming from her mouth as the tankard was torn from her loose grasp and rose up to float several feet above her head. A moment later, he lowered it back down for her to grab it back. And then, totally out of the blue, she began laughing. "What's so funny?" he asked her.
"You guys have wands," she said once she finally could stop laughing for a moment. "Do you guys ride brooms too? Or is it dragons?"
"Actually," he replied, "I work in Romania studying and training dragons and there's a game called Quidditch that's played on broomstick. I used to play, actually."
"No shit," she said with a bit of amazement in her voice. "Well, then how do you guys get around?"
On an impulse, he said, "Alright, name a place, any place, and I'll show you , but do you trust me?"
"I've known you for all of an hour, of course I trust you," she replied sarcastically. "And for a place… the Slayers' Academy in Cleveland."
Ignoring her sarcasm of before, he grabbed her hand and with a loud crack, both of them disappeared from the pub and apparated to a driveway in outer Cleveland where the next nearest house was just barely within sight.
"This is the place?" he asked with a grin at the expression on her face.
Another long stream of curses escaped her lips as she looked around in amazement. "Yeah, how the hell did you do that? Can you teach me? I'd save a shitload on airfare…"
"It's called Apparating, something that all adult wizards can do," He shrugged at her a big helplessly. "Sorry, but I don't think I can teach you, since you're a muggle and all."
But Faith was apparently already past that and said excitedly, "Can you do that apple-raiding thing again and put us just inside the door?"
Not even bothering to answer, Charlie grabbed her shoulder and apprated inside, just missing landing on a young woman in her late teens who was heading towards the door. He watched as the girl jumped backwards in surprise and then quickly stepped forward again and hugging the Slayer.
"Hey Dawnster," Faith said with a smile as she returned the hug. "Your sister managing the Hellmouth and all the vamps without me o is she making a mess of things as usual?'
"What do you think? And you'd better not let her hear you say that," The other brunette replied with a grin as she stepped back and then catching sight of Charlie, her grin grew broader. "Who's the good looking guy with you?"
"Oh yeah. D, this is Charlie Weasley, he can do some wicked stuff with a pitiful excuse for a stake that he calls a wand. Charlie, this is Dawn Summers," Faith introduced them, glancing at her watch. "Hey, tell B and the rest of the gang I said hi. It's getting late back in England.
"Yeah, sure, no problem. Come back soon though," the teen replied with a nod. "Nice to meet you, Charlie."
"Nice to meet you too," he replied. Nodding in return, Faith stepped back over to Charlie. Grabbing her hand, he Disapprated out of Cleveland and then back to their table at the Leaky Cauldron. Faith released his hand and took as long gulp from her tankard of fire whiskey, sitting down as she did. 'That was so fucking cool. I need to find out if Red knows how to do that."
"Red?" Charlie asked her, confused.
"Willow Rosenburg, the witch I told you about."
"Oh." The wizard was silent for a moment. "Does this Willow actually successfully practice magic? I mean, what's the biggest thing she's done?"
Faith tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, not sure.. is restoring a vampire's soul or resurrecting someone considered bigger? Normally I'd say resurrection, but B said the whole soul thing was the first spell she ever did and all."
Charlie felt his mouth drop open in shock. "Restored a vampire's soul? Were you there?"
"Nah, I was still in Boston, I hadn't been activated yet."
"But how- what- why-" he tried to stutter out.
"Look, it's getting late," Faith said abruptly as she stood up, obviously not wanting to talk about it at the moment. "We can talk about this more tomorrow if you want. Bad little Slayers need their sleep too," she said coyly.
Charlie felt a slight flush come to his cheeks before he managed to suppress it, "Sure, where are you staying at? I can pick you up around 7:00."
"The Earl of York, room 307," she replied calmly before pulling on her leather duster.
After exchanging his farewells with her and then tossing Tom a few knuts for the drinks, Charlie Apprated back to the Burrow. Arriving with a loud crack, he hid a grin as his mother jumped a foot in the air.
"Really Charlie, what did I tell you about apprating into the house?" she huffed once she'd regained her composure.
"Sorry, Mum," he replied apologetically, "But I met someone while I was out. I think Dumbledore and the rest of the Order might need to hear this."
Faith yawned as she walked out of the pub, covering her mouth with a hand. Her body still hadn't adjusted to the time difference and jet lag was definitely starting to bite her in the ass. Too bad her Slayer powers didn't help here.
If she hadn't been so tired, she'd have gone to one of the local clubs and partied a bit, but tonight, she merely trudged back to her hotel. She only ran into three vampires which she easily dusted, thankfully. Any other night, she'd someone more like Spike or Buffy with who the fights lasted longer, but tonight, all she wanted to see her was nice warm bed.
Her thoughts drifted to Charlie Weasley. Now there was a guy she wouldn't mind getting a piece of. Not a serious relationship, mind you, she scorned those. But maybe a night or two with him.
Opening the door to her room, she yawned yet again and dropped down in to her bed. Still thinking about the wizard, those were her last thoughts. She was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
If looks could kill, than Charlie would've been hit by a least a dozen Avada Kedavras by now. He'd flooed over to Hogwarts immediately after talking with his mother and had informed Dumbledore about Faith. The old man had then called an Order of the Phoenix meeting and so here they were at two in the morning at number 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Thank you everyone for coming this morning," Dumbledore said drawing everyone's attention away from their own conversations and to himself. "I realize that I'll probably have to be careful for the next week around you, but this is extremely important." He gestured towards Charlie. "Earlier tonight, Charlie encountered a young woman named –" he looked at Charlie for a name.
"Faith, just Faith. She never told me her last name," Charlie said, realizing the second half of that as he said it.
"Ah, thank you," Dumbledore said with a nod. "Well in any case, Charlie encountered her fighting against a combination of vampires and Death Eaters and offered his assistance against Voldemort's followers while she herself dealt with the undead beings. You see," he paused for a moment for dramatic effect, or rather that's what Charlie figured it to be, "Miss Faith is in fact the Slayer."
The headmaster's words were greeted by shocked silence. Charlie snickered silently as jaws dropped open around the room. "Flies are going to go in there," he whispered to Bill who was seated to his left who shut it quickly and glared at his younger brother.
"Albus," Professor McGonagall said disbelievingly, "the Slayer is a myth, there's no such person."
"That is what many believe Minerva," he said. "Is anyone here familiar with the actual legend of the Vampire Slayer?"
"One girl in all the world who has the power to fight and slay the vampires," Tonks and Craig Silverman, another younger Order member, said together, exchanging looks.
"I was always fascinated by it as a kid," Tonks said with a grin.
"I was just interested by the prospect of a girl kicking vampire ass and looking really hot doing it," Craig added with a very broad smile, as laughter broke out around the room at his comment.
"Yes, thank you Tonks and Craig,' Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "Does anyone have any thoughts about this?"
"Do you really think that she'll be able to help us? And how?" Charlie's father asked.
"I'd hoped to maybe employ her to help protect Harry."
"Can you trust her is the question," Mad-Eye Moody said with his customary growl. "Slayer's aren't necessarily good. One went rogue awhile back, killed a bunch of wizards, muggles, and vampires alike."
"He does have a point, Professor," Lupin said. "Everything depends on Harry. If something happens or someone gets to him…" his voice trailed off.
"What was your impression of Miss Faith when you met her, Charlie?" Dumbledore asked him.
He shrugged slightly. "I don't know, I think she's trustworthy, she's certainly good in a fight, that much is for sure. She's seen darkness first hand before though and there's definitely things in her past she doesn't want to talk about. But I don't see her getting up, betraying us, and going over to You-Know-Who."
The older man nodded. "There are demons in all of our paths… I see no reason why Miss Faith should be no different. Charlie, could you perhaps bring her to meet the Order?"
He nodded. "I'm supposed to meet her again tomorrow at 7, I can bring her here if you want."
"Please do," Dumbledore replied. "Now then, since you are all here, I see no reason why we cannot talk of other matters…"
As Dumbledore continued to talk, Charlie's mind drifted away and back to Faith. She intrigued him, that much he knew for a fact. There was something about her… He wanted to get to know her better, to become her friend, and if she was going to be working for the Order, than the likely-hood of that had just jumped up a percentage point of ten. Tomorrow would be very interesting…
Coming up next Chapter…
"Wait!" Faith said, holding up a hand. "You mean you guys will actually pay me?"
Dumbledore nodded, apparently amused. "Of course, we hardly expect that you'd do this for nothing."
"Damn, I already like you guys much better than the Watches Council."