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.
(this is internal thought)
Chapter 7
Buffy's eye's snapped open. (where am I? And who the HELL is in bed with me!) Shifting out from under the slight weight, she spied Bert and yesterday's event flooded back. In the cool darkness of her room Buffy padded to the bathroom and went about her morning rituals. Alerted by flapping sounds, she turned and saw Bert standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Morning. You sleep okay?"
The clabbert grinned and shook his head affirmatively. Buffy dried her faced and Bert hopped up on the sink counter. Buffy began to brush her teeth, but stopped when Bert grabbed her toothbrush and sniffed it interestedly.
"Hey, tha's 'ine." She got out around mouthful of toothpaste. Gently taking it back, she finished, only to have it snatched once again. This time Bert shoved it in his mouth and imitated Buffy, brushing his teeth to a shining grin.
(Ugh, yeah, definitely gonna need another one.)
"Okay, that's yours now, you keep it."
The clabbert squeaked happily and clutched the toothbrush to him. Buffy showed him how to wash it off, and placed it in the holder on the sink.
They returned to the bedroom, and Buffy stripped, quickly donning loose black pants and a gray tank. Replacing the knife at her back, and a stake in her waistband, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, and left to find the Great Hall for breakfast. Not sure about the pets and meals rules, she'd left Bert in her rooms, promising to bring him something back.
Being the slayer gave her a pretty good sense of direction and felt confident in the way she was going. That was until on her second set of stairs, the whole staircase pivoted and moved down to dropped her off at a lower landing. This one led off into a dim hallway, stealthily she crept down the passage, looking for stairs that might take her up and back in the direction she had been going. After what seemed like twenty minutes, she came across a painting that made her stop dead. It was a portrait of a man in his early twenties, costumed in a smoking jacket and ruffled shirt, his dark brown hair matched his eye perfectly. But what really sent a chill down the slayer's spine was the prominent smirk on his face.
"Angel?"
"Guess again lover."
Buffy felt the world spin. Turning on her heel, she ran blindly down corridors before she collapsed against the stone wall. (What the hell, why am I running from a painting? It couldn't hurt me.) But even as she thought this, the belief crept over her, that it might not have been physical pain, but the talking painting would surly dredge up horrible emotional turmoil.
Collecting herself, she prepared to move and continue her search for the Great Hall when she heard a voice.
"And what do we have here?" a low silky voice sent shivers through her body. Irrationally sure that Angelus had escaped his painting and was planning to do battle, she turned slowly. But instead of the 240-year-old vampire, she saw a man, a human, in long black robes, lanky black hair hung in his black eyes, and a scowl rested under a rather roman nose.
Buffy rose and lifted her chin, eyeing the newcomer critically. Moving closer, she said, "I am lost, I was on my way to the Great Hall for breakfast; the staircases moved."
"I see, and I am to assume you are the new professor, Ms. Elizabeth Summers?" (Bloody Hell, this is the slayer!? I thought she'd be...bigger. How can this slip of a girl hurt anything, let alone kill vampires.)
The contempt with which he spat her name took her aback. Steeling herself, Buffy met his gaze and held it.
"That's me, but I prefer if you'd call me Buffy."
"Buffy," the man sneered, raising an eyebrow , "I think not. Ms. Summers, my name is Severus Snape, you may call me Professor Snape, and I shall extend you the same courtesy." The last word rolled off his tongue as if it tasted badly.
Buffy raised an eyebrow of her own at this and thought (Geez, what bug crawled up this guy's butt?)
"Now, Ms. Summers..."
"Buffy." She corrected.
"Ms. Summers...." he began again, but was cut off.
"Buffy." She insisted.
"I shall not use such a...a..silly name. Surely you don't enjoy being called a name that implies that you are a type of marshmallow or fabric softener."
Buffy shrugged. "Had it my whole life, but if it's just too much for you, I guess you can call me Elizabeth."
Snape scowled, first names simply allowed too much intimacy for him. "As you wish, Elizabeth. Now, as I was saying, I am on my way to breakfast, if we haven't already missed it playing name games, I suggest you follow me." Not waiting for her to respond, he stalked past her, robes flowing behind him. She walked with him, slayer speed allowing her to match his long strides. He glanced at her and seeing she was not struggling to catch up as he'd intended (Cheeky bint.), he slowed to a normal brisk pace. He led her up and out of the dungeons and toward the Great Hall.
They entered the massive room, to once again find the large round table, complete with the same people as last night, only this time there were two empty places. Their arrival was accompanied by murmurs that hadn't happened when she'd come in alone last night. She assumed they were whispering about Snape, which made her feel slightly defensive of the rude man. She'd had to endure years of school where people had whispered and joked about her as she passed in the halls. Then she remembered how uncivil he had been in the dungeons. (Serves him right if he's that grumpy with everyone.) Sitting down she took a seat next to Minerva, unfortunately, the other open spot was on her left, and Snape took that one.
In a moment eggs appeared with toast and sausages. Buffy ate and struck up a conversation with the lady on her right.
"Minnie, how was your night?"
McGonagall blushed. "Ha, I haven't been called that in years! My night was restful, and yours?"
"It was good, but I have a coupla questions."
"Oh, by all means ask, that's what I'm here for."
"Well, on my way here, the staircases moved and left me in a part of the basement."
"Yes, Hogwarts is an old school, it sometimes has a mind of its own. Usually you can just wait and the stairs will change back."
Buffy and McGonagall ate and chatted, Buffy was full of questions about wizards, magic, and the school. The older professor enjoyed the younger's curiosity and answered the seemingly endless string of questions tirelessly. Looking about Buffy saw that the other teachers had finished and left the hall.
Buffy finished eating. "Well, I guess I'll go back to my rooms, I've got a lot of reading to do." (Can show up on my first day knowing less then my students. Eee! How cool is that, I have students!)
"Oh, Minnie, one more thing, do you know where I could get another toothbrush, my clabbert stole mine."
"That's why I never have pets, well that and I'm rather my own pet, but that's neither here nor there." The professor tapped her wand onto Buffy's discarded butter knife, transfiguring it into a toothbrush. "Is there anything else I can do for you dear?"
Buffy started to say no but then thought of her dark chambers. "Actually, do you know where I could get some matches? And maybe some candles?"
McGonagall looked as if she could have smacked herself.
"Oh, of course, I cannot believe we neglected that. I believe it was assumed someone in the staff quarters would be able to perform lighting and fire spells. I'll have a house elf send some to you."
"Thanks. Later Minnie."
Buffy left the Great Hall and made her way easily back to her rooms. Entering, she found Dumbledore sitting talking to a beaming Bert. The headmaster was apparently explaining about slayers while the creature sat in rapt attention.
"Professor, hello, what brings you to my neck of the woods."
"Buffy, hello, and please call me Albus. Actually I came down to talk to you, and upon finding you absent, sat to have a chat with your familiar. A very charming creature."
"Cool, so what's the what?"
"I merely came down to see if you had settled in. Also, I believe the house elves have delivered some matches, candles and lamps as per your request. I must admit the little detail of lighting did escape my attention. I apologize.
"No biggie. Oh, and Bert, can you put this in the bathroom?" Just remember this one's mine." The little guy scampered over, clutched the new toothbrush to his chest, and scampered off into the other rooms.
Dumbledore and Buffy smiled after him.
"So Buffy how did you like the training room?"
"Training room?"
"Yes." Dumbledore gestured toward a painting between the mantle and the desk. Buffy stepped closer and saw it was of a night time forest. She could see owls and other shadows moving. "The password is 'slayer', I assume, only you and the staff will know of your secret identity, so only those in the know will be able to access this room. Go on, give it a whirl."
Buffy stepped to the painting and pronounced, "Slayer." in a firm voice.
The painting swung forward to reveal a large room with various workout and training paraphernalia. A large punching bag hung in a corner, gym mats lined the floors, and along one wall ran parallel bars. Buffy grinned hugely, tears in her eyes. The Scoobies had mad this same gesture, remaking the back of the Magic Box, and this touched her just as much.
"Thank you, this is perfect. I love it."
"I'm glad Buffy, I hope it will suit your needs."
"Oh, I'm sure it will."
"Well, I'm sure you have work to do, so I'll just let you get on with it then."
Buffy took a few experimental combinations at the punching bag. Stretching, she then went to the bars and leaping up, did a short series of flips and swings, and leapt back down. Noticing well placed brackets on the walls, she retrieved her slaying kit from the bedroom, and placed her weapons on the walls. Satisfied, she nodded and retreated back into the sitting room, shutting the picture behind her.
She collected her selected books, quills, pens and ink, and moved to the large flat desk. For the next few hours she read and made notes, the only sounds in the room where the skritch of her quill and the quiet mutterings of Bert.
Finally, she set down her quill and stretched, rubbing out the kinks in her neck. Getting up to relieve her aching back, she stopped short at the sight before her. Bert had apparently taken it upon himself to keep occupied by building a small fort out of books from the shelves and was currently gnawing on the cover of a large green textbook.
"Bert!"
The clabbert looked up and grinned, waving a hand as if to say, 'See how clever I am, look what a neat thing I did!'
Sighing and shaking her head Buffy began to clean up the books. (I'm definitely gonna have to get him a hobby, maybe knitting....)
End Chapter 7
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.
(this is internal thought)
Chapter 7
Buffy's eye's snapped open. (where am I? And who the HELL is in bed with me!) Shifting out from under the slight weight, she spied Bert and yesterday's event flooded back. In the cool darkness of her room Buffy padded to the bathroom and went about her morning rituals. Alerted by flapping sounds, she turned and saw Bert standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Morning. You sleep okay?"
The clabbert grinned and shook his head affirmatively. Buffy dried her faced and Bert hopped up on the sink counter. Buffy began to brush her teeth, but stopped when Bert grabbed her toothbrush and sniffed it interestedly.
"Hey, tha's 'ine." She got out around mouthful of toothpaste. Gently taking it back, she finished, only to have it snatched once again. This time Bert shoved it in his mouth and imitated Buffy, brushing his teeth to a shining grin.
(Ugh, yeah, definitely gonna need another one.)
"Okay, that's yours now, you keep it."
The clabbert squeaked happily and clutched the toothbrush to him. Buffy showed him how to wash it off, and placed it in the holder on the sink.
They returned to the bedroom, and Buffy stripped, quickly donning loose black pants and a gray tank. Replacing the knife at her back, and a stake in her waistband, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, and left to find the Great Hall for breakfast. Not sure about the pets and meals rules, she'd left Bert in her rooms, promising to bring him something back.
Being the slayer gave her a pretty good sense of direction and felt confident in the way she was going. That was until on her second set of stairs, the whole staircase pivoted and moved down to dropped her off at a lower landing. This one led off into a dim hallway, stealthily she crept down the passage, looking for stairs that might take her up and back in the direction she had been going. After what seemed like twenty minutes, she came across a painting that made her stop dead. It was a portrait of a man in his early twenties, costumed in a smoking jacket and ruffled shirt, his dark brown hair matched his eye perfectly. But what really sent a chill down the slayer's spine was the prominent smirk on his face.
"Angel?"
"Guess again lover."
Buffy felt the world spin. Turning on her heel, she ran blindly down corridors before she collapsed against the stone wall. (What the hell, why am I running from a painting? It couldn't hurt me.) But even as she thought this, the belief crept over her, that it might not have been physical pain, but the talking painting would surly dredge up horrible emotional turmoil.
Collecting herself, she prepared to move and continue her search for the Great Hall when she heard a voice.
"And what do we have here?" a low silky voice sent shivers through her body. Irrationally sure that Angelus had escaped his painting and was planning to do battle, she turned slowly. But instead of the 240-year-old vampire, she saw a man, a human, in long black robes, lanky black hair hung in his black eyes, and a scowl rested under a rather roman nose.
Buffy rose and lifted her chin, eyeing the newcomer critically. Moving closer, she said, "I am lost, I was on my way to the Great Hall for breakfast; the staircases moved."
"I see, and I am to assume you are the new professor, Ms. Elizabeth Summers?" (Bloody Hell, this is the slayer!? I thought she'd be...bigger. How can this slip of a girl hurt anything, let alone kill vampires.)
The contempt with which he spat her name took her aback. Steeling herself, Buffy met his gaze and held it.
"That's me, but I prefer if you'd call me Buffy."
"Buffy," the man sneered, raising an eyebrow , "I think not. Ms. Summers, my name is Severus Snape, you may call me Professor Snape, and I shall extend you the same courtesy." The last word rolled off his tongue as if it tasted badly.
Buffy raised an eyebrow of her own at this and thought (Geez, what bug crawled up this guy's butt?)
"Now, Ms. Summers..."
"Buffy." She corrected.
"Ms. Summers...." he began again, but was cut off.
"Buffy." She insisted.
"I shall not use such a...a..silly name. Surely you don't enjoy being called a name that implies that you are a type of marshmallow or fabric softener."
Buffy shrugged. "Had it my whole life, but if it's just too much for you, I guess you can call me Elizabeth."
Snape scowled, first names simply allowed too much intimacy for him. "As you wish, Elizabeth. Now, as I was saying, I am on my way to breakfast, if we haven't already missed it playing name games, I suggest you follow me." Not waiting for her to respond, he stalked past her, robes flowing behind him. She walked with him, slayer speed allowing her to match his long strides. He glanced at her and seeing she was not struggling to catch up as he'd intended (Cheeky bint.), he slowed to a normal brisk pace. He led her up and out of the dungeons and toward the Great Hall.
They entered the massive room, to once again find the large round table, complete with the same people as last night, only this time there were two empty places. Their arrival was accompanied by murmurs that hadn't happened when she'd come in alone last night. She assumed they were whispering about Snape, which made her feel slightly defensive of the rude man. She'd had to endure years of school where people had whispered and joked about her as she passed in the halls. Then she remembered how uncivil he had been in the dungeons. (Serves him right if he's that grumpy with everyone.) Sitting down she took a seat next to Minerva, unfortunately, the other open spot was on her left, and Snape took that one.
In a moment eggs appeared with toast and sausages. Buffy ate and struck up a conversation with the lady on her right.
"Minnie, how was your night?"
McGonagall blushed. "Ha, I haven't been called that in years! My night was restful, and yours?"
"It was good, but I have a coupla questions."
"Oh, by all means ask, that's what I'm here for."
"Well, on my way here, the staircases moved and left me in a part of the basement."
"Yes, Hogwarts is an old school, it sometimes has a mind of its own. Usually you can just wait and the stairs will change back."
Buffy and McGonagall ate and chatted, Buffy was full of questions about wizards, magic, and the school. The older professor enjoyed the younger's curiosity and answered the seemingly endless string of questions tirelessly. Looking about Buffy saw that the other teachers had finished and left the hall.
Buffy finished eating. "Well, I guess I'll go back to my rooms, I've got a lot of reading to do." (Can show up on my first day knowing less then my students. Eee! How cool is that, I have students!)
"Oh, Minnie, one more thing, do you know where I could get another toothbrush, my clabbert stole mine."
"That's why I never have pets, well that and I'm rather my own pet, but that's neither here nor there." The professor tapped her wand onto Buffy's discarded butter knife, transfiguring it into a toothbrush. "Is there anything else I can do for you dear?"
Buffy started to say no but then thought of her dark chambers. "Actually, do you know where I could get some matches? And maybe some candles?"
McGonagall looked as if she could have smacked herself.
"Oh, of course, I cannot believe we neglected that. I believe it was assumed someone in the staff quarters would be able to perform lighting and fire spells. I'll have a house elf send some to you."
"Thanks. Later Minnie."
Buffy left the Great Hall and made her way easily back to her rooms. Entering, she found Dumbledore sitting talking to a beaming Bert. The headmaster was apparently explaining about slayers while the creature sat in rapt attention.
"Professor, hello, what brings you to my neck of the woods."
"Buffy, hello, and please call me Albus. Actually I came down to talk to you, and upon finding you absent, sat to have a chat with your familiar. A very charming creature."
"Cool, so what's the what?"
"I merely came down to see if you had settled in. Also, I believe the house elves have delivered some matches, candles and lamps as per your request. I must admit the little detail of lighting did escape my attention. I apologize.
"No biggie. Oh, and Bert, can you put this in the bathroom?" Just remember this one's mine." The little guy scampered over, clutched the new toothbrush to his chest, and scampered off into the other rooms.
Dumbledore and Buffy smiled after him.
"So Buffy how did you like the training room?"
"Training room?"
"Yes." Dumbledore gestured toward a painting between the mantle and the desk. Buffy stepped closer and saw it was of a night time forest. She could see owls and other shadows moving. "The password is 'slayer', I assume, only you and the staff will know of your secret identity, so only those in the know will be able to access this room. Go on, give it a whirl."
Buffy stepped to the painting and pronounced, "Slayer." in a firm voice.
The painting swung forward to reveal a large room with various workout and training paraphernalia. A large punching bag hung in a corner, gym mats lined the floors, and along one wall ran parallel bars. Buffy grinned hugely, tears in her eyes. The Scoobies had mad this same gesture, remaking the back of the Magic Box, and this touched her just as much.
"Thank you, this is perfect. I love it."
"I'm glad Buffy, I hope it will suit your needs."
"Oh, I'm sure it will."
"Well, I'm sure you have work to do, so I'll just let you get on with it then."
Buffy took a few experimental combinations at the punching bag. Stretching, she then went to the bars and leaping up, did a short series of flips and swings, and leapt back down. Noticing well placed brackets on the walls, she retrieved her slaying kit from the bedroom, and placed her weapons on the walls. Satisfied, she nodded and retreated back into the sitting room, shutting the picture behind her.
She collected her selected books, quills, pens and ink, and moved to the large flat desk. For the next few hours she read and made notes, the only sounds in the room where the skritch of her quill and the quiet mutterings of Bert.
Finally, she set down her quill and stretched, rubbing out the kinks in her neck. Getting up to relieve her aching back, she stopped short at the sight before her. Bert had apparently taken it upon himself to keep occupied by building a small fort out of books from the shelves and was currently gnawing on the cover of a large green textbook.
"Bert!"
The clabbert looked up and grinned, waving a hand as if to say, 'See how clever I am, look what a neat thing I did!'
Sighing and shaking her head Buffy began to clean up the books. (I'm definitely gonna have to get him a hobby, maybe knitting....)
End Chapter 7