Title: Strange Events Author name: PeriwinkleBlue Author email: PeriwinkleBlue25@aol.com Category: Action/Adventure/Romance Keywords: Harry/Snape/Buffy Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: SS, CoS, PoA, GoF OotP, Buffy through season 7. Summary: Buffy/HP Crossover. Buffy is the new teacher at Hogwarts. Hired to help protect The-Boy-Who-Lived, she finds more than she bargained for in the case of teaching fifty young wizards, inter-house rivalries, an ancient artifact, and a greasy potions master.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy and Co. belong to Joss Whedon etc., Harry and friends belong to J.K. Rowling. Author notes: Giving this whole fanfic thing a whirl, please r/r! Constructive Criticism makes my world go 'round! Oh, and (this denotes private thought).
Chapter One
Tink! Tink! Tink! "Ahem! If I may have your attention please, we may get started." Albus Dumbledore set his spoon back on the tea tray as the various people assembled in the room finished their conversations and gave him their full attention. "Now, I know the summer has just started, but there are a few matters I wish to discuss before you all start your vacations. First off, those of you who will be leaving for the summer should inform Hagrid that you will be gone, I understand that there has been a small infestation of doxies," Dumbledore nods at Professor Vector, who clutches a bandaged hand and winces, "in the faculty quarters and it will be easiest for Hagrid to fumigate whilst you're gone. Also, I have arranged for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, she will be arriving sometime this summer, and I trust you will all make an effort to welcome her to our home here."
At the second announcement, there was a stir from the assembled teachers, debating who it could be, and whether the new teacher would last more than a year in the supposedly jinxed DADA position. Only one man did not speculate aloud, instead he scowled at the elderly man and ran a hand through greasy hair. (Again Albus! It was supposed to be my year, there weren't supposed to be any other options!)
"Ahem," the headmaster once more gained the room's attention, "I have arranged for a Miss Elizabeth Summers, an American, to teach this year, and I assure you that she is well qualified for the position. She is a Vampire Slayer, and as such, has an extensive background with dark creatures and magic. In addition, she will also help by looking out for some of our more...adventuresome students." Eyes twinkling, he clapped his hands together. "Well, that should be all for now, I bid you all a good summer, for those leaving, I shall see you on the twenty-first of August. Dismissed."
With those closing words, the assorted wizards and witches rose and left, with one exception. Dumbledore busied himself with paperwork, mentally preparing himself for another confrontation with his cantankerous potions master. (Forgive me Severus, but this is just one thing you're not totally qualified to handle.) He sighed and looked up at the dark glowering man standing in front of his desk. "Severus, is there something I can help you with?"
"Actually, Albus, there is, I wish to know why you insist in every year finding some new dullard to teach the DADA position, when you know perfectly well I am more than qualified to undertake the responsibility.
"Severus, I know your qualifications quite well, but as you know with the Ministry's new decree, if I fail to fill a position, they will quite happily fill it for me, and I have had a slightly easier time finding DADA professors, than potion masters. Or do you wish to have Minister Fudge find someone to teach in the dungeons in your place?"
Snape scowled even more at the idea of some fool mucking about in his dungeons and potions lab, but refused to give up the point.
"But Albus, a Slayer, they live such short lives, this one couldn't be older than some of her students, surely that will give her some complications and undermine her authority."
"Ah, Severus, if I didn't know better that would almost sound like concern for another professor! Well, never mind, I won't tell if you won't. As for Miss Summers, she is twenty-four, one of the longest lived slayers. She was called at fifteen, and has been living on El Boca Del Infierno for most of that time. I have complete confidence in her abilities as a Slayer, and as a teacher as well. And I'm sure you will be more than willing to lend her a hand if she needs it. Now, I have some mail to be delivered, and need to be on my way to the owlery. Good day, Severus."
"But..."
"Good day, Professor." The shine in the headmaster's eyes faded somewhat as he inclined his head toward the door.
"Yes, Headmaster." Snape gathered his robes about him, stony mask once more upon his face. He turned and strode from the room, but as he reached the door, Dumbledore's voice stopped him.
"Oh, and Severus, have a good summer, I mean it, relax, perhaps take a vacation, maybe spend sometime out of doors." The twinkle was back in his eyes as he mock scrutinized the other man's pallid skin.
Severus bit out, "I will think on that headmaster, good day." (I'll get a tan when hell freezes over, no scratch that I'll get a tan when you get a lap dance from McGonagall!) Whirling, robes flowing he stalked from the office. As he reached the entrance to the dungeons, one could hear him muttering to himself. "Passed up, again.....for an American....an American girl!....Damn slayers, Albus' must be wrong, they don't live that long....crazy muggles, living on the mouth of hell...glorified baby-sitter to Potter and Co..." He continued in this vein for quite sometime while he sorted through various potions ingredients, burying his resentments in his work.
After an half an hour spent in this fashion, he added the last ingredient to the boiling blue mixture in the cauldron. Sighing, he looked up as if with a sudden thought, and striding to a vast bookcase he peruses the titles for a moment before selecting a tome entitled, "Muggles and the Dark Arts." Settling into a chair, he begins to read. (If I have to deal with some ego-inflated slayer, I'll at least be able to know thier weaknesses. I'm sure she'll need taking down a notch.)
End Chapter 1
A/N: I hope you liked the beggining, I gonna try and upload another chapter tommorow, please review! Thanks!
DISCLAIMER: Buffy and Co. belong to Joss Whedon etc., Harry and friends belong to J.K. Rowling. Author notes: Giving this whole fanfic thing a whirl, please r/r! Constructive Criticism makes my world go 'round! Oh, and (this denotes private thought).
Chapter One
Tink! Tink! Tink! "Ahem! If I may have your attention please, we may get started." Albus Dumbledore set his spoon back on the tea tray as the various people assembled in the room finished their conversations and gave him their full attention. "Now, I know the summer has just started, but there are a few matters I wish to discuss before you all start your vacations. First off, those of you who will be leaving for the summer should inform Hagrid that you will be gone, I understand that there has been a small infestation of doxies," Dumbledore nods at Professor Vector, who clutches a bandaged hand and winces, "in the faculty quarters and it will be easiest for Hagrid to fumigate whilst you're gone. Also, I have arranged for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, she will be arriving sometime this summer, and I trust you will all make an effort to welcome her to our home here."
At the second announcement, there was a stir from the assembled teachers, debating who it could be, and whether the new teacher would last more than a year in the supposedly jinxed DADA position. Only one man did not speculate aloud, instead he scowled at the elderly man and ran a hand through greasy hair. (Again Albus! It was supposed to be my year, there weren't supposed to be any other options!)
"Ahem," the headmaster once more gained the room's attention, "I have arranged for a Miss Elizabeth Summers, an American, to teach this year, and I assure you that she is well qualified for the position. She is a Vampire Slayer, and as such, has an extensive background with dark creatures and magic. In addition, she will also help by looking out for some of our more...adventuresome students." Eyes twinkling, he clapped his hands together. "Well, that should be all for now, I bid you all a good summer, for those leaving, I shall see you on the twenty-first of August. Dismissed."
With those closing words, the assorted wizards and witches rose and left, with one exception. Dumbledore busied himself with paperwork, mentally preparing himself for another confrontation with his cantankerous potions master. (Forgive me Severus, but this is just one thing you're not totally qualified to handle.) He sighed and looked up at the dark glowering man standing in front of his desk. "Severus, is there something I can help you with?"
"Actually, Albus, there is, I wish to know why you insist in every year finding some new dullard to teach the DADA position, when you know perfectly well I am more than qualified to undertake the responsibility.
"Severus, I know your qualifications quite well, but as you know with the Ministry's new decree, if I fail to fill a position, they will quite happily fill it for me, and I have had a slightly easier time finding DADA professors, than potion masters. Or do you wish to have Minister Fudge find someone to teach in the dungeons in your place?"
Snape scowled even more at the idea of some fool mucking about in his dungeons and potions lab, but refused to give up the point.
"But Albus, a Slayer, they live such short lives, this one couldn't be older than some of her students, surely that will give her some complications and undermine her authority."
"Ah, Severus, if I didn't know better that would almost sound like concern for another professor! Well, never mind, I won't tell if you won't. As for Miss Summers, she is twenty-four, one of the longest lived slayers. She was called at fifteen, and has been living on El Boca Del Infierno for most of that time. I have complete confidence in her abilities as a Slayer, and as a teacher as well. And I'm sure you will be more than willing to lend her a hand if she needs it. Now, I have some mail to be delivered, and need to be on my way to the owlery. Good day, Severus."
"But..."
"Good day, Professor." The shine in the headmaster's eyes faded somewhat as he inclined his head toward the door.
"Yes, Headmaster." Snape gathered his robes about him, stony mask once more upon his face. He turned and strode from the room, but as he reached the door, Dumbledore's voice stopped him.
"Oh, and Severus, have a good summer, I mean it, relax, perhaps take a vacation, maybe spend sometime out of doors." The twinkle was back in his eyes as he mock scrutinized the other man's pallid skin.
Severus bit out, "I will think on that headmaster, good day." (I'll get a tan when hell freezes over, no scratch that I'll get a tan when you get a lap dance from McGonagall!) Whirling, robes flowing he stalked from the office. As he reached the entrance to the dungeons, one could hear him muttering to himself. "Passed up, again.....for an American....an American girl!....Damn slayers, Albus' must be wrong, they don't live that long....crazy muggles, living on the mouth of hell...glorified baby-sitter to Potter and Co..." He continued in this vein for quite sometime while he sorted through various potions ingredients, burying his resentments in his work.
After an half an hour spent in this fashion, he added the last ingredient to the boiling blue mixture in the cauldron. Sighing, he looked up as if with a sudden thought, and striding to a vast bookcase he peruses the titles for a moment before selecting a tome entitled, "Muggles and the Dark Arts." Settling into a chair, he begins to read. (If I have to deal with some ego-inflated slayer, I'll at least be able to know thier weaknesses. I'm sure she'll need taking down a notch.)
End Chapter 1
A/N: I hope you liked the beggining, I gonna try and upload another chapter tommorow, please review! Thanks!