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 2
Suburbs of L.A, California
Hotel Room
One week before Chapter 1
Elizabeth 'Buffy' Summers, the Vampire Slayer, well, actually one of many Slayers now, sat at a table in a small hotel room on the outskirts of LA. Xander, her friend and comic relief, was also gathered around the table listening to Giles read postcards from slayers. After the battle against the First that destroyed Sunnydale, the former potentials were now on numerous road trips to find the other newly chosen slayers and inform them of their destiny. With the other slayers on assignment and Dawn living with Angel in LA, it was down to just the three of them, cramped in the tiny hotel.
"Well," Giles starts, "This one is from Amanda, she says she's found three more slayers, all in Missoula. Xander, if you would please?"
Xander Harris gets up and walks to a huge dry-erase board sitting on the chipped wooden dresser, and makes three tick marks under Amanda's name. Upon closer look the Board has five columns with a slayer's name at the top of each, and underneath lines representing new slayers found. Xander steps back and examines the board with his one good eye, "Well, that's nineteen total for Amanda, she's catching up to Kennedy but quick." The plan was that when a slayer found five new slayers, they would make for L.A. and Angel's hotel. Angel had Cordelia and the others were a huge help in boarding and training the mini-army.
Giles shuffles the postcards he's holding and finds one from Kennedy and proceeds to read.
Giles, and the Gang,
Willow and I are doing fine. We're in Savannah, Georgia now, we haven't found any slayer's yet, but Willow says that's probably cause all the ladies are so proper down here. It's hot and it's muggy, and there's no a/c. Don't worry though, I'm keeping in form. Last night while I was patrolling, I found a bunch of...can you believe this hinkypunks! At least that's what Willow says they are. Apparently, they were trying to lure people into the swamps down here. Don't worry, I got 'em all, and we're keeping safe. Say hi to everyone for us!
Love ya, Miss ya, Bye!
Kennedy and Willow
Xander looks skeptical, "Hinkypunks? Are they sure that's what they found, cause it sounds like some kinda goth hair-dye, not an evil boogedy-boogedy." Giles takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes.
"Yes Xander, if I remember correctly, Hinkypunks are one-legged creatures, who carry little lights to lure travelers into swamps and bogs, leading the unwary to a watery demise." All three of them contemplated the thought of a watery death, but only Xander showed his unease with a small shudder. Buffy and Giles noticed and exchanged a look, it had been a long time since such a thought had provoked that kind of reaction, they had both seen too much to let a simple glimpse of death get to them. Buffy shook out of her small reverie and grabbed a duffel bag off one of the lumpy hotel bed and started for the door.
"Okay, I'm off to patrol, I'll see you guys in the morning."
"But, Buff, I thought you said that you hadn't seen a vamp in almost a week, I think you've pretty much cleaned 'em all out."
"Yeah, but I need to do something. I've got too juiced up to just sit around till we find another city. Maybe a nice jog around the park will burn off some of that energy." With that she left the room and walked out into the cool night air.
Pulling a wooden stake from her bag she began trotting down the road heading toward the nearest cemetery. (Here evil, evil evil evil, come out, come out, where ever you are....ugh, that is so cliché, I definitely need new material, even inside my own head.)
Stalking between the tombstones, soundless as a cat, she checked new graves for possible vampire risings, and read the inscriptions on old markers. She paused and backed up giving a second glance to a fresh grave; deciding that one felt promising, she perched on a near-by mausoleum to wait. Setting the stake next to her, she pulls out a wicked-sharp looking knife and a length of wood and begins to whittle a new stake.
After a few hours and four stakes later, Buffy sighs and puts the knife and all but the original stake in her bag.(Come on! I know you're down there! Is this some new kinda Buffy torture? See how long before she dies of boredom?) Slinging the duffel bag over her shoulder, she sticks her tongue out at the tombstone, "Well, Mrs...Donahue, I didn't wanna stake you anyway, so there!" (Yeah, well it sounded good in my head.) Buffy heaves another sigh and starts to walk away when her slayer sense starts to give a familiar tingle. Dropping the bag, she turns just in time to see a pair of very dirty hands thrust their way out of the soil. (Ugh, no manicure will ever fix those nails, I should know.) After a few minutes, the vamp pulls itself clear of the grave. Picking itself up off the ground, it's immediately met with a blow to the chin. Staggering back, the vamp sees Buffy for the first time and charges her arms outstretched and is met with a second shot this one a kick to the stomach. Buffy sees the vamp fall to the ground and decides to end the fight swiftly staking it.
Brushing off her brown suede skirt, she stops and reaches for another stake as her senses go haywire. Without even looking she hurls the new stake toward the thing, and mentally congratulates herself when she hears the thunk. But when she looks up, she doesn't see a pile of ash, instead her stake is buried in one of the most beautiful birds Buffy has ever seen.
(Oh! Oh, shit! I killed it! I'm sorry Mr. Bird, I thought you were evil!) Carefully, she approaches the bird which startles her by giving off a pitiful squawk. (Ha! You're alive, hmm, I'll take you to Giles, he's the best first aid man I know.) Gently, scooping up the bird and draping it's long tail feathers over her arm she swiftly carries her burden back to the hotel.
"Giles! Giles! Xander! Come quick! You gotta help this guy, I accidentally staked him!" Rushing into the room, she laid the bird on the closest bed and grabbed the first aid kit. Giles and Xander rushed in from the adjoining room both stopping short and gawking at the magnificent, if somewhat bloody bird. "You guys! Your faces'd be funny if this wasn't important! Come on! Help me!" That snapped them out of it and they gathered around the bed. Giles examined the bird, and was rather startled when the bird opened it's eyes and looked directly at him. (Bloody hell, it's a phoenix! How the hell is one of those in southern California!) The bird looked at Giles then at the stake protruding from it's belly, again at Giles and then the stake again. (I think he wants me to pull it out.) Hands shaking, Giles grasped the stake firmly and pulled it from the bird, almost the same instant great pearly tears began to fall from the bird's (no, phoenix's) eyes. All three, now mute with wonder, sat and watched as the tears fell onto the wound; closing it. In less than a minute the wound had closed and feathers had covered up the belly, leaving the phoenix looking rather bedraggled, but no longer on the brink of death.
"Giles?" Buffy asked, definitely wanting answers from the resident book guy. Giles, appearing lost in thought picked up the phoenix and helped it perch on the back of one of the hotel chairs. "Earth to Giles, mind giving us the 411 on what just went down with the pretty parrot?" The 'parrot' gave an indignant trill at that, as if he understood and was mildly offended at the term.
"Errm, yes, well, uh, it's not a parrot, that I'm sure of. In fact, I think it's a phoenix, fire birds. That would explain the healing tears. According to myth phoenix tears have great healing properties and are immensely loyal, also they can supposedly disappear and reappear at will. Quite fascinating really, although I'm sure I have no idea why one is in California."
The bird had a funny expression on his face, almost as if he were proud of the British gentleman for having classified him so quickly and easily. Letting out another long trill, he held his leg forward so they could all see the small square of paper tied to his leg. Xander looked at the other two and seeming to mentally shrug he reached for the string about the bird's leg, only to be met with a snapping beak and a rather shrill squawk. Xander danced away from the nipping bird.
Buffy frowned, "Hmm, guess he doesn't want you to have it Xand. Here I'll give it a go." The phoenix had stuck it's leg back out and didn't seem like it wanted to take a chunk out of Buffy, so she neared and almost in a blur had pulled the string, snatched the note and was away from the bird. Opening the packet of paper, she found a letter. (Addressed to me? Hmmph, maybe bird mail's the new vogue thing? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've ever seen.)
"So, Buff, what's it say?" Xander started to jump up and down excitedly only stopping when he noticed the glares the older Brit was sending him." Buffy read the letter aloud to her watcher and best friend.
Dear Ms. Elizabeth Summers,
My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are currently looking for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I have reason to believe that you, as a slayer would fit the bill perfectly. Also, in addition to teaching I would ask that you patrol our Forbidden Forest to cleanse it of certain unwanted aspects, and to help keep some students in line.
The phoenix that delivered this is named Fawkes, indicate to him your reply to this offer and he will transport you to a near-by wizarding place called Diagon Alley at a time of your choosing. There you will be able to equip yourself and find transportation to the school. I have enclosed a portion of your salary, which will help you get outfitted for the school year. Please reply and report to the school no later than July 15th, as I'm sure you will wish to get acclimated to the school and staff before the term starts.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster
Buffy frowned, "Giles? Have you ever heard of such a place? Or is this a whole big late April Fool's Day joke?"
"Well, I seem to remember hearing of schools that taught wand magic, unlike the Wicca Willow used, they use wooden wands to direct and control magical forces. Assumably, this is just such a school. Will you accept the offer?"
Flopping down on the bed, she shrugged. "I dunno, I mean, I'm not really big on the whole booky knowledge thing; I'm not really sure I'm qualified to teach a class. I barely graduated high school, and I didn't finish college..." She trailed off.
Chipping in, Xander said, "Yeah, but you know, there were extenuating circumstances there cause you know...apocalypse...s....apocalypsii....you know. And you did kick ass on your SATs. Plus, you'll be teaching what's it called," He grabs the letter, "Defense Against the Dark Arts, that sounds right up your slayer alley."
Taking back the letter, the slayer chewed on her bottom lip. "Well, what about all the slaying stuff here, and what would you guys do if I went away to teach for a year?" Giles sat down on the bed next to his slayer, and put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Well, Buffy, we will most likely go to L.A. to help Angel train the new slayers, we can also keep an eye on Dawn for you while we're there. And there's nothing that says you can't come back when the school year is done, if you don't like teaching. We'll miss you if you go, but don't let us hold you back. I'm sure we can uh...hold down the fort as it were."
"Hmm, let me think on it for a bit, I've still got some time before I have to reply. You don't mind hanging around for another day do you?" She asked the bird. His only reply was to make himself more comfortable on his perch.
End Chapter 2
A/N: Sorry, I know most of these kinds of fics have Dawn trailing after Buffy and enrolling, but what can I say, I just don't like the klepto brat.
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 2
Suburbs of L.A, California
Hotel Room
One week before Chapter 1
Elizabeth 'Buffy' Summers, the Vampire Slayer, well, actually one of many Slayers now, sat at a table in a small hotel room on the outskirts of LA. Xander, her friend and comic relief, was also gathered around the table listening to Giles read postcards from slayers. After the battle against the First that destroyed Sunnydale, the former potentials were now on numerous road trips to find the other newly chosen slayers and inform them of their destiny. With the other slayers on assignment and Dawn living with Angel in LA, it was down to just the three of them, cramped in the tiny hotel.
"Well," Giles starts, "This one is from Amanda, she says she's found three more slayers, all in Missoula. Xander, if you would please?"
Xander Harris gets up and walks to a huge dry-erase board sitting on the chipped wooden dresser, and makes three tick marks under Amanda's name. Upon closer look the Board has five columns with a slayer's name at the top of each, and underneath lines representing new slayers found. Xander steps back and examines the board with his one good eye, "Well, that's nineteen total for Amanda, she's catching up to Kennedy but quick." The plan was that when a slayer found five new slayers, they would make for L.A. and Angel's hotel. Angel had Cordelia and the others were a huge help in boarding and training the mini-army.
Giles shuffles the postcards he's holding and finds one from Kennedy and proceeds to read.
Giles, and the Gang,
Willow and I are doing fine. We're in Savannah, Georgia now, we haven't found any slayer's yet, but Willow says that's probably cause all the ladies are so proper down here. It's hot and it's muggy, and there's no a/c. Don't worry though, I'm keeping in form. Last night while I was patrolling, I found a bunch of...can you believe this hinkypunks! At least that's what Willow says they are. Apparently, they were trying to lure people into the swamps down here. Don't worry, I got 'em all, and we're keeping safe. Say hi to everyone for us!
Love ya, Miss ya, Bye!
Kennedy and Willow
Xander looks skeptical, "Hinkypunks? Are they sure that's what they found, cause it sounds like some kinda goth hair-dye, not an evil boogedy-boogedy." Giles takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes.
"Yes Xander, if I remember correctly, Hinkypunks are one-legged creatures, who carry little lights to lure travelers into swamps and bogs, leading the unwary to a watery demise." All three of them contemplated the thought of a watery death, but only Xander showed his unease with a small shudder. Buffy and Giles noticed and exchanged a look, it had been a long time since such a thought had provoked that kind of reaction, they had both seen too much to let a simple glimpse of death get to them. Buffy shook out of her small reverie and grabbed a duffel bag off one of the lumpy hotel bed and started for the door.
"Okay, I'm off to patrol, I'll see you guys in the morning."
"But, Buff, I thought you said that you hadn't seen a vamp in almost a week, I think you've pretty much cleaned 'em all out."
"Yeah, but I need to do something. I've got too juiced up to just sit around till we find another city. Maybe a nice jog around the park will burn off some of that energy." With that she left the room and walked out into the cool night air.
Pulling a wooden stake from her bag she began trotting down the road heading toward the nearest cemetery. (Here evil, evil evil evil, come out, come out, where ever you are....ugh, that is so cliché, I definitely need new material, even inside my own head.)
Stalking between the tombstones, soundless as a cat, she checked new graves for possible vampire risings, and read the inscriptions on old markers. She paused and backed up giving a second glance to a fresh grave; deciding that one felt promising, she perched on a near-by mausoleum to wait. Setting the stake next to her, she pulls out a wicked-sharp looking knife and a length of wood and begins to whittle a new stake.
After a few hours and four stakes later, Buffy sighs and puts the knife and all but the original stake in her bag.(Come on! I know you're down there! Is this some new kinda Buffy torture? See how long before she dies of boredom?) Slinging the duffel bag over her shoulder, she sticks her tongue out at the tombstone, "Well, Mrs...Donahue, I didn't wanna stake you anyway, so there!" (Yeah, well it sounded good in my head.) Buffy heaves another sigh and starts to walk away when her slayer sense starts to give a familiar tingle. Dropping the bag, she turns just in time to see a pair of very dirty hands thrust their way out of the soil. (Ugh, no manicure will ever fix those nails, I should know.) After a few minutes, the vamp pulls itself clear of the grave. Picking itself up off the ground, it's immediately met with a blow to the chin. Staggering back, the vamp sees Buffy for the first time and charges her arms outstretched and is met with a second shot this one a kick to the stomach. Buffy sees the vamp fall to the ground and decides to end the fight swiftly staking it.
Brushing off her brown suede skirt, she stops and reaches for another stake as her senses go haywire. Without even looking she hurls the new stake toward the thing, and mentally congratulates herself when she hears the thunk. But when she looks up, she doesn't see a pile of ash, instead her stake is buried in one of the most beautiful birds Buffy has ever seen.
(Oh! Oh, shit! I killed it! I'm sorry Mr. Bird, I thought you were evil!) Carefully, she approaches the bird which startles her by giving off a pitiful squawk. (Ha! You're alive, hmm, I'll take you to Giles, he's the best first aid man I know.) Gently, scooping up the bird and draping it's long tail feathers over her arm she swiftly carries her burden back to the hotel.
"Giles! Giles! Xander! Come quick! You gotta help this guy, I accidentally staked him!" Rushing into the room, she laid the bird on the closest bed and grabbed the first aid kit. Giles and Xander rushed in from the adjoining room both stopping short and gawking at the magnificent, if somewhat bloody bird. "You guys! Your faces'd be funny if this wasn't important! Come on! Help me!" That snapped them out of it and they gathered around the bed. Giles examined the bird, and was rather startled when the bird opened it's eyes and looked directly at him. (Bloody hell, it's a phoenix! How the hell is one of those in southern California!) The bird looked at Giles then at the stake protruding from it's belly, again at Giles and then the stake again. (I think he wants me to pull it out.) Hands shaking, Giles grasped the stake firmly and pulled it from the bird, almost the same instant great pearly tears began to fall from the bird's (no, phoenix's) eyes. All three, now mute with wonder, sat and watched as the tears fell onto the wound; closing it. In less than a minute the wound had closed and feathers had covered up the belly, leaving the phoenix looking rather bedraggled, but no longer on the brink of death.
"Giles?" Buffy asked, definitely wanting answers from the resident book guy. Giles, appearing lost in thought picked up the phoenix and helped it perch on the back of one of the hotel chairs. "Earth to Giles, mind giving us the 411 on what just went down with the pretty parrot?" The 'parrot' gave an indignant trill at that, as if he understood and was mildly offended at the term.
"Errm, yes, well, uh, it's not a parrot, that I'm sure of. In fact, I think it's a phoenix, fire birds. That would explain the healing tears. According to myth phoenix tears have great healing properties and are immensely loyal, also they can supposedly disappear and reappear at will. Quite fascinating really, although I'm sure I have no idea why one is in California."
The bird had a funny expression on his face, almost as if he were proud of the British gentleman for having classified him so quickly and easily. Letting out another long trill, he held his leg forward so they could all see the small square of paper tied to his leg. Xander looked at the other two and seeming to mentally shrug he reached for the string about the bird's leg, only to be met with a snapping beak and a rather shrill squawk. Xander danced away from the nipping bird.
Buffy frowned, "Hmm, guess he doesn't want you to have it Xand. Here I'll give it a go." The phoenix had stuck it's leg back out and didn't seem like it wanted to take a chunk out of Buffy, so she neared and almost in a blur had pulled the string, snatched the note and was away from the bird. Opening the packet of paper, she found a letter. (Addressed to me? Hmmph, maybe bird mail's the new vogue thing? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've ever seen.)
"So, Buff, what's it say?" Xander started to jump up and down excitedly only stopping when he noticed the glares the older Brit was sending him." Buffy read the letter aloud to her watcher and best friend.
Dear Ms. Elizabeth Summers,
My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are currently looking for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I have reason to believe that you, as a slayer would fit the bill perfectly. Also, in addition to teaching I would ask that you patrol our Forbidden Forest to cleanse it of certain unwanted aspects, and to help keep some students in line.
The phoenix that delivered this is named Fawkes, indicate to him your reply to this offer and he will transport you to a near-by wizarding place called Diagon Alley at a time of your choosing. There you will be able to equip yourself and find transportation to the school. I have enclosed a portion of your salary, which will help you get outfitted for the school year. Please reply and report to the school no later than July 15th, as I'm sure you will wish to get acclimated to the school and staff before the term starts.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster
Buffy frowned, "Giles? Have you ever heard of such a place? Or is this a whole big late April Fool's Day joke?"
"Well, I seem to remember hearing of schools that taught wand magic, unlike the Wicca Willow used, they use wooden wands to direct and control magical forces. Assumably, this is just such a school. Will you accept the offer?"
Flopping down on the bed, she shrugged. "I dunno, I mean, I'm not really big on the whole booky knowledge thing; I'm not really sure I'm qualified to teach a class. I barely graduated high school, and I didn't finish college..." She trailed off.
Chipping in, Xander said, "Yeah, but you know, there were extenuating circumstances there cause you know...apocalypse...s....apocalypsii....you know. And you did kick ass on your SATs. Plus, you'll be teaching what's it called," He grabs the letter, "Defense Against the Dark Arts, that sounds right up your slayer alley."
Taking back the letter, the slayer chewed on her bottom lip. "Well, what about all the slaying stuff here, and what would you guys do if I went away to teach for a year?" Giles sat down on the bed next to his slayer, and put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Well, Buffy, we will most likely go to L.A. to help Angel train the new slayers, we can also keep an eye on Dawn for you while we're there. And there's nothing that says you can't come back when the school year is done, if you don't like teaching. We'll miss you if you go, but don't let us hold you back. I'm sure we can uh...hold down the fort as it were."
"Hmm, let me think on it for a bit, I've still got some time before I have to reply. You don't mind hanging around for another day do you?" She asked the bird. His only reply was to make himself more comfortable on his perch.
End Chapter 2
A/N: Sorry, I know most of these kinds of fics have Dawn trailing after Buffy and enrolling, but what can I say, I just don't like the klepto brat.