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.
A/N: (this denotes internal thoughts)
Chapter 4
Same hotel
Next Day
Xander, Giles, Buffy, and Fawkes are gathered in her room saying their good-byes. Buffy hugs first Giles, then Xander.
"I'm gonna miss you guys. Give my love to Dawnie and the gang. Make sure she's staying out of trouble. Say hey to Faith. I would say make sure she's staying outta trouble too, but that's like asking rain not to fall, so... um, I'm not sure, but I'll try to find whatever passes for a phone in wizardville and give you guys a call when I get settled." More hugs all around. Buffy grabs her suitcase and slaying gear, and turns to the crimson bird. "You ready Mr. Fawkes?" The phoenix let out a soft note. Buffy noticed he was looking rather tattered and hoped he was up to making the trip with her. (Though I guess even magic birds can't always bounce back from near death in a day.)
Fawkes left his perch on the chair and landed on Buffy outstretched arm. In a flash, they were gone, and Giles and Xander were left standing alone in the dingy room.
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Buffy and Fawkes arrived in a small alley with a gasp. Slayer reflexes kept her from falling flat onto the gray cobblestones. Seeing that they were there in one piece, Fawkes nodded at her, and disappeared again, this time leaving Buffy standing there alone with her luggage. Buffy adjusted the short leather skirt she was wearing and mentally prepared herself for this strange new world. Making sure the knife she wore was secure in its sheath at her back, she stepped out of the alley onto the main thoroughfare.
What she saw amazed her. People of all shapes and sizes, wearing the most fantastical (nightgowns?) hurried and bustled about their business. Finding the headmaster's letter she quickly scanned it, noting the name of the place she was to meet the groundskeeper. Stepping forward, she caught the attention of the nearest wizard.
"Um, excuse me, I was looking for the uh...Leaky Cauldron, could you tell me where I could find it?" The wizard being questioned was tall and gave a vague impression of a barrel with arms. Looking down at her with an expression of contempt, he sneered.
"And what would a Muggle like yourself be doing here?"
"Jeez, hey, sorry, I'll find it on my own." (Yikes, not the friendliest of people here. I dunno what a Muggle is, but I don't think I really wanna find out.) Turning on her heel she stalks off down the lane. Glancing back at the impolite barrel man, she runs full on into a brick wall. (OOmph! Who the hell put a wall there! Especially a wall...wearing clothes?) Looking up...and up some more, she sees an enormous man with a bushy black beard.
The man extended down a hand ruffly the size of Buffy's head. Instinctively her hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife at her back before she registered the man's intentions and friendly tone.
"Ah, sorry 'bout tha'. I wasn' lookin' where I was goin'" His hand still extended, Buffy put her small paw in his large one, where it was promptly engulfed as he pulled her to her feet. "Ere let me 'elp you wit tha'" The huge man reached for the duffel bag, but Buffy got there before him.
"I got it, this one's got errr...important stuff in it."
"S'alright, Me name's Rubeus Hagrid, but everyone just calls me Hagrid." Once again Buffy's hand was swallowed, this time in a hearty handshake.
"Hi, I'm Buffy Summers. Um, you don't think I'm a Buggle?"
"Um, tha' depen's Wha's a Buggle?"
"I'm not sure, but a very ugly man back there called me one, I didn't sound nice."
"A Buggle? Oh, ya mean a Muggle! Oi, well, tha's a term for non-magic folk. But usually it ain't meant ta be a' insult." Hagrid gave the small slayer a grin, which she couldn't help but return.
A sudden thought popping into her head she asked, "Hagrid, right? I'm supposed to be meeting a Hagrid later. My letter told me to look for the tallest person around and well, you kinda fit the bill."
"Aye, an' of course you'd be Miss Summers, as you just introduced yerself. Yeh, I'm supposed to take yeh up to the school, but not 'till six o' clock. How 'bout I hol' yer stuff an' ya can do some shopping? This 'ere's the Leaky Cauldron. I was gonna grab me a pint while I was 'ere in town. Best mead there is, besides the Three Broomsticks."
Not sure what to make of that last comment, Buffy handed over her suitcase and with only a moments hesitation the duffel as well.
"Keep that one safe, it's very very important."
"Aye, will do. "Ow 'bout we meet 'ere in two hours and then I kin take yeh to Gringott's. Tha's the bank here."
"Sounds good, thanks." Watching Hagrid disappear into the Leaky Cauldron, she turned and looked around, seeing a sign reading, Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. (I guess I should check out the whole nightgown thing. When in Rome...)
Crossing the lane, she enters the shop, wincing at the sharp jingling bell above the door. As Buffy looked over the contents of the shop, she grimaced at the long flowing robes in some of the most bizarre prints. (Good thing Cordelia never had to come in here. She'd have to torch the place for committing fashion crimes against humanity.) Walking further into the shop Buffy had all but decided to forgo the robes altogether when she gasped. Amidst the mannequins of polka dots and zebra stripes, stood one with the most beautiful dresses Buffy had ever seen. Moving closer she could see that it was an almost simple design of green silk. Sleeveless and near backless, she couldn't see a zipper or a button any where.
"Ah, I see you've found my creation." A voice startled Buffy.
"Hi, yeah, it's gorgeous, even Cordelia would kill to have something like this. But..err, how do you get it on, there's no zipper or anything?"
"That's a Madame Malkin trade secret. A sewing charm on the side seam. All you have to do is run your finger down the side here, put the dress on, and run your finger back up. Presto."
"Um, how much is it?" Buffy already knew something this beautiful would be outside her price rang but she just couldn't not ask."
"It's forty galleons, dear. A bargain I assure you, I've also charmed it to be stain and rip resistant."
"Um, galleons, which ones are those." Buffy had pulled out the money bag the headmaster had sent her, and was studying the gold, silver and bronze coins.
"They're the gold ones, dear."
Sighing, Buffy shoved the money back into the bag and closing it, she said, "I guess I'll have to pass." With one last mournful glance at the dress Buffy left the shop. (This job pays better than the DoubleMeat, but I guess function overrules beautiful green dresses here too.)
Next door to the robe shop, Buffy finds a stationary store where she stocks up on quills, ink and parchment. Checking Dunbledore's note again, she proceeded to look for a pet store. Passing a windowfront that had what looked like kittens, but were declared "Kneazles! 1/2 Off!", she pulled open the door and was assaulted by the noise. She decided to brave the clamor, and pulled the door shut behind her.
The shop was dimly lit like the others, but this was because cages were covering every inch of window and wall space. Buffy saw cats, and owls, and small puffs of fur. (Kinda like Tribbles on Star Trek....oh god, must never let Xander know I had that thought. He'd never let me live my geekiness down!) Cage after cage she inspected, none of the creatures looking very cuddly or friendly. She sighed and decided to settle for an owl, but before she could signal the store keeper, Buffy felt a large weight thunk onto her back, and long arms wrap themselves around her shoulders. Trying to reach her knife and failing, she rammed her back against the nearest cages attempting to dislodge her attacker. One hit was enough and the creature gave a breathless 'oomph' and slid off her body. Turning and drawing her knife at the same moment in case the fight wasn't over, she almost dropped her weapon in shock upon seeing her 'foe'.
Laying on the ground whimpering pitifully was a green monkey. (Oh great, twice in a week, I'm attacking people's pets. Pretty soon I get a new title, Buffy the Poodle Slayer. Scourge of the UnSpayed.) Picking up the creature, she noticed it had two small horns and long graceful fingers.
"Hey little monkey, I'm sorry. I'm just not used to being jumped on be friendly things. I'm sorry." Stroking it's head and the soft speech seemed to rouse the animal. Grinning, it threw it's arms about Buffy in a hug. As soon as it broke away, it started jabbering in a strange throaty voice.
"Ah, I see you've made friends with the clabbert."
Buffy whirled, creature in her arms, causing it to squeek with glee.
"Um, yeah, I guess so, what did you say it was?"
The woman smiled, "A Clabbert, usually tree dwellers, they also have amazing swimming powers. They're real friendly. The only reason this guy's still here is he was the runt of his litter and no one wanted a sub-standard Clabbert. I'm afraid if no one takes him by next week, we're going to have to put him down." As if he understood the Clabbert made a pitiful whining noise and clung even more closely to Buffy.
"Hmm, They don't bite or anything do they?"
"Bite? No, as I said they're pretty friendly, and most are real easy to train, carrying stuff and cleaning and the like."
"Okay, well, how much is he?"
"Well, seeing as how you're going to keep him from an untimely death, I can tell you'll be a good mistress for him. Ten Galleons."
"Done. Here you go." The Clabbert squeals with joy as if he knows he's going home with his new friend. "Oh, do you know what time it is by any chance?"
The shoplady informs her it's quarter after six. Thanking her, Buffy puts down the clabbert, takes his hand, and the odd pair leave the shop.
Buffy looks at the creature. "Well, if you're gonna be my friend, I guess we gotta find you a new name. A Clabbert huh? Well how about just Bert? How does that suit you?"
At this the clabbert claps a hand to it's smooth chest and in a sing-song voice cries "Bert, Bert, Bert, Bert, Bert, Bert, Bert!"
"Well, I guess that's a winner. Well, Bert, we gotta go meet a friend, and we're late, so let's get moving.
Hand in hand slayer and clabbert move down the street toward the Leaky Cauldron.
End Chapter 4
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.
A/N: (this denotes internal thoughts)
Chapter 4
Same hotel
Next Day
Xander, Giles, Buffy, and Fawkes are gathered in her room saying their good-byes. Buffy hugs first Giles, then Xander.
"I'm gonna miss you guys. Give my love to Dawnie and the gang. Make sure she's staying out of trouble. Say hey to Faith. I would say make sure she's staying outta trouble too, but that's like asking rain not to fall, so... um, I'm not sure, but I'll try to find whatever passes for a phone in wizardville and give you guys a call when I get settled." More hugs all around. Buffy grabs her suitcase and slaying gear, and turns to the crimson bird. "You ready Mr. Fawkes?" The phoenix let out a soft note. Buffy noticed he was looking rather tattered and hoped he was up to making the trip with her. (Though I guess even magic birds can't always bounce back from near death in a day.)
Fawkes left his perch on the chair and landed on Buffy outstretched arm. In a flash, they were gone, and Giles and Xander were left standing alone in the dingy room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy and Fawkes arrived in a small alley with a gasp. Slayer reflexes kept her from falling flat onto the gray cobblestones. Seeing that they were there in one piece, Fawkes nodded at her, and disappeared again, this time leaving Buffy standing there alone with her luggage. Buffy adjusted the short leather skirt she was wearing and mentally prepared herself for this strange new world. Making sure the knife she wore was secure in its sheath at her back, she stepped out of the alley onto the main thoroughfare.
What she saw amazed her. People of all shapes and sizes, wearing the most fantastical (nightgowns?) hurried and bustled about their business. Finding the headmaster's letter she quickly scanned it, noting the name of the place she was to meet the groundskeeper. Stepping forward, she caught the attention of the nearest wizard.
"Um, excuse me, I was looking for the uh...Leaky Cauldron, could you tell me where I could find it?" The wizard being questioned was tall and gave a vague impression of a barrel with arms. Looking down at her with an expression of contempt, he sneered.
"And what would a Muggle like yourself be doing here?"
"Jeez, hey, sorry, I'll find it on my own." (Yikes, not the friendliest of people here. I dunno what a Muggle is, but I don't think I really wanna find out.) Turning on her heel she stalks off down the lane. Glancing back at the impolite barrel man, she runs full on into a brick wall. (OOmph! Who the hell put a wall there! Especially a wall...wearing clothes?) Looking up...and up some more, she sees an enormous man with a bushy black beard.
The man extended down a hand ruffly the size of Buffy's head. Instinctively her hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife at her back before she registered the man's intentions and friendly tone.
"Ah, sorry 'bout tha'. I wasn' lookin' where I was goin'" His hand still extended, Buffy put her small paw in his large one, where it was promptly engulfed as he pulled her to her feet. "Ere let me 'elp you wit tha'" The huge man reached for the duffel bag, but Buffy got there before him.
"I got it, this one's got errr...important stuff in it."
"S'alright, Me name's Rubeus Hagrid, but everyone just calls me Hagrid." Once again Buffy's hand was swallowed, this time in a hearty handshake.
"Hi, I'm Buffy Summers. Um, you don't think I'm a Buggle?"
"Um, tha' depen's Wha's a Buggle?"
"I'm not sure, but a very ugly man back there called me one, I didn't sound nice."
"A Buggle? Oh, ya mean a Muggle! Oi, well, tha's a term for non-magic folk. But usually it ain't meant ta be a' insult." Hagrid gave the small slayer a grin, which she couldn't help but return.
A sudden thought popping into her head she asked, "Hagrid, right? I'm supposed to be meeting a Hagrid later. My letter told me to look for the tallest person around and well, you kinda fit the bill."
"Aye, an' of course you'd be Miss Summers, as you just introduced yerself. Yeh, I'm supposed to take yeh up to the school, but not 'till six o' clock. How 'bout I hol' yer stuff an' ya can do some shopping? This 'ere's the Leaky Cauldron. I was gonna grab me a pint while I was 'ere in town. Best mead there is, besides the Three Broomsticks."
Not sure what to make of that last comment, Buffy handed over her suitcase and with only a moments hesitation the duffel as well.
"Keep that one safe, it's very very important."
"Aye, will do. "Ow 'bout we meet 'ere in two hours and then I kin take yeh to Gringott's. Tha's the bank here."
"Sounds good, thanks." Watching Hagrid disappear into the Leaky Cauldron, she turned and looked around, seeing a sign reading, Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. (I guess I should check out the whole nightgown thing. When in Rome...)
Crossing the lane, she enters the shop, wincing at the sharp jingling bell above the door. As Buffy looked over the contents of the shop, she grimaced at the long flowing robes in some of the most bizarre prints. (Good thing Cordelia never had to come in here. She'd have to torch the place for committing fashion crimes against humanity.) Walking further into the shop Buffy had all but decided to forgo the robes altogether when she gasped. Amidst the mannequins of polka dots and zebra stripes, stood one with the most beautiful dresses Buffy had ever seen. Moving closer she could see that it was an almost simple design of green silk. Sleeveless and near backless, she couldn't see a zipper or a button any where.
"Ah, I see you've found my creation." A voice startled Buffy.
"Hi, yeah, it's gorgeous, even Cordelia would kill to have something like this. But..err, how do you get it on, there's no zipper or anything?"
"That's a Madame Malkin trade secret. A sewing charm on the side seam. All you have to do is run your finger down the side here, put the dress on, and run your finger back up. Presto."
"Um, how much is it?" Buffy already knew something this beautiful would be outside her price rang but she just couldn't not ask."
"It's forty galleons, dear. A bargain I assure you, I've also charmed it to be stain and rip resistant."
"Um, galleons, which ones are those." Buffy had pulled out the money bag the headmaster had sent her, and was studying the gold, silver and bronze coins.
"They're the gold ones, dear."
Sighing, Buffy shoved the money back into the bag and closing it, she said, "I guess I'll have to pass." With one last mournful glance at the dress Buffy left the shop. (This job pays better than the DoubleMeat, but I guess function overrules beautiful green dresses here too.)
Next door to the robe shop, Buffy finds a stationary store where she stocks up on quills, ink and parchment. Checking Dunbledore's note again, she proceeded to look for a pet store. Passing a windowfront that had what looked like kittens, but were declared "Kneazles! 1/2 Off!", she pulled open the door and was assaulted by the noise. She decided to brave the clamor, and pulled the door shut behind her.
The shop was dimly lit like the others, but this was because cages were covering every inch of window and wall space. Buffy saw cats, and owls, and small puffs of fur. (Kinda like Tribbles on Star Trek....oh god, must never let Xander know I had that thought. He'd never let me live my geekiness down!) Cage after cage she inspected, none of the creatures looking very cuddly or friendly. She sighed and decided to settle for an owl, but before she could signal the store keeper, Buffy felt a large weight thunk onto her back, and long arms wrap themselves around her shoulders. Trying to reach her knife and failing, she rammed her back against the nearest cages attempting to dislodge her attacker. One hit was enough and the creature gave a breathless 'oomph' and slid off her body. Turning and drawing her knife at the same moment in case the fight wasn't over, she almost dropped her weapon in shock upon seeing her 'foe'.
Laying on the ground whimpering pitifully was a green monkey. (Oh great, twice in a week, I'm attacking people's pets. Pretty soon I get a new title, Buffy the Poodle Slayer. Scourge of the UnSpayed.) Picking up the creature, she noticed it had two small horns and long graceful fingers.
"Hey little monkey, I'm sorry. I'm just not used to being jumped on be friendly things. I'm sorry." Stroking it's head and the soft speech seemed to rouse the animal. Grinning, it threw it's arms about Buffy in a hug. As soon as it broke away, it started jabbering in a strange throaty voice.
"Ah, I see you've made friends with the clabbert."
Buffy whirled, creature in her arms, causing it to squeek with glee.
"Um, yeah, I guess so, what did you say it was?"
The woman smiled, "A Clabbert, usually tree dwellers, they also have amazing swimming powers. They're real friendly. The only reason this guy's still here is he was the runt of his litter and no one wanted a sub-standard Clabbert. I'm afraid if no one takes him by next week, we're going to have to put him down." As if he understood the Clabbert made a pitiful whining noise and clung even more closely to Buffy.
"Hmm, They don't bite or anything do they?"
"Bite? No, as I said they're pretty friendly, and most are real easy to train, carrying stuff and cleaning and the like."
"Okay, well, how much is he?"
"Well, seeing as how you're going to keep him from an untimely death, I can tell you'll be a good mistress for him. Ten Galleons."
"Done. Here you go." The Clabbert squeals with joy as if he knows he's going home with his new friend. "Oh, do you know what time it is by any chance?"
The shoplady informs her it's quarter after six. Thanking her, Buffy puts down the clabbert, takes his hand, and the odd pair leave the shop.
Buffy looks at the creature. "Well, if you're gonna be my friend, I guess we gotta find you a new name. A Clabbert huh? Well how about just Bert? How does that suit you?"
At this the clabbert claps a hand to it's smooth chest and in a sing-song voice cries "Bert, Bert, Bert, Bert, Bert, Bert, Bert!"
"Well, I guess that's a winner. Well, Bert, we gotta go meet a friend, and we're late, so let's get moving.
Hand in hand slayer and clabbert move down the street toward the Leaky Cauldron.
End Chapter 4