Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot (and maybe a few made up characters here and there). Buffy characters are the property of Mr. Whedon. Harry Potter characters are the property of Ms. Rowling. For the love of all things purple... I'm a broke college kid. Don't sue.
Through the Looking Glass
Author's Note: There is one thing that some of you might not like (it has to do with the barriers of Hogwarts - but think of it this way - an alternate reality can open a hole to any place in another reality). 'Tis all I'll say.
Chapter 4
Of Gold and Pink... Hair?
All Buffy could feel was immense pain radiating from her arm. She knew that she had just hit a rather hard floor, and that the landing had broken her arm. She felt sick from the pain and the... well... whatever had just happened to her, that made her sick too.
"Professor?"
Buffy blinked and tried to keep herself breathing. The voice sounded so innocent. She slowly turned her head and saw about 20 young faces staring at her in awe.
Where? Xander? Oh, no...
A frightened child's face was the last thing Buffy saw as her eyes closed...
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"Ugh-ooohh..."
Xander landed face first into a large puddle. It wouldn't have been so bad... except for the fact that the puddle was murky and muddy... and probably had a few gross diseases scattered within its depths.
He pushed himself up and tried to wipe off some of the brown gunk from his face. As soon as he was up, he felt sick, and he had to double back over.
"God!" he shouted, as both hands landed in the murky pool. "Oh, I don't feel good," Xander complained as he rolled over, with his hands on his stomach. "I don't ever want to go on a ride like that again."
Xander took in a deep breath and let it out. "Buff, let's not try and get evil mummy's to join our side anymore. Don't you see what they-"
Xander stopped suddenly as he realized that there was no Buffy in sight. And he knew that it wasn't because of his lack of depth perception.
"Oh, no!" A slightly plump woman was scuttling towards him, faster than anything he'd ever seen before. And if Xander had not of been as sick as he was, he would have ran as fast as he could.
Her dark eyes were flashing as she ran towards him.
"I didn't do it - I swear!" Xander screamed.
"What are you talking about?" She bent down, and it wasn't until that very moment when Xander noticed something. "Oh, you're covered in... oh, I must get you some Nerk-Away!"
Xander continued to stare. "How'd you? You're hair..."
"Oh, you're a muggle," the woman said matter-of-factly.
"A who?"
"Now you nevermind me; you'll forget soon enough." She smiled at him and helped him up. The woman started mumbling something about "portkeys" and "charms" and "wards" but Xander was too busy thinking.
It wasn't until that very second, when Xander really took in his surroundings. Not six feet away from him was this huge statue of a very wealthy-looking man. The statue man had a pointy hat and a slightly pointy nose, and slightly behind him stood a rather dangerous looking stone lion. In on hand the man held a stick and in the other hand the man held a sword. Xander squinted at the name below the statue on the slab of stone.
"I see you're admiring the fabled statue of Godric Gryffindor." The woman said as she began to pull Xander in the opposite direction of the ominous statue. "Supposedly at night the statue comes to life and watches over all those living in the Hollow."
Xander said nothing as he looked at a sign for shop called, Composition Witch Inc.
"You sure are quiet..."
"Oh, uh, sorry..."
"It's quite alright, I'm just glad I found you and not... well.. not one of these Purebloods who still hang around here. They hate muggles - er - I mean - your kind."
"My kind?" Xander watched as a stumpy little figure ran out in front of them and into another shop (Critters and Cranks).
"Non-magic."
"What Freak-O world was I dropped in?" Xander said out loud.
"You're in England and you're just scared, but as soon as I find someone more capable than I-oof!" Both Xander and the woman fell smack on their faces. "Oh, sorry, I'm not as spry as I once was."
Xander pushed himself up, "What do you mean... more capable than you?"
"Well, first I have to take you to my little place anyway... I have some Nerk-Away... Nerks like to hide in mudpuddles..."
I knew it, I'm diseased, Xander thought.
"... and if I did a memory charm on you, I think I might turn you into a Fwooper, and we don't want that." They were both up and walking now, and they finally had stopped in front of one of the shops.
The Brewing Bog
"Nice name," Xander said. "I'm sure you get --"
When they walked into the restaurant, Xander nearly felt sicker from the horrid stench.
"Oh! I left that potion going!" The woman (though Xander was beginning to wonder if the woman was actually a woman) ran off into the back where a certain black fog was trickling from.
A voice from the back (Xander guessed it was still the woman talking), "Do sit down, please, er, oh! Damn spoon! What was your name? ACK!"
"Er - Xander."
The woman popped her head out from the back; her face covered in soot, her bright pink and silvery gold hair, and her dark eyes flashing; "You can call me Tonks, Xander."
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Buffy's eyelids felt heavy, and with a small struggle she opened her eyes. She blinked and then tried to sit up. However, her body wouldn't move. Not one part of her body would move. She tried to call out, but her lips wouldn't even move.
Figures, she thought, it would only be my eyes that would move.
"OH!"
MY GOD! If Buffy could have moved, she would have jumped 10 feet high.
"You're awake! I must get the Headmistress." The voice was kind, but strict, and Buffy wished that she could see something other than a ceiling, perhaps a face to put with the voice.
Okay, it's alright. You've been in worse situations. Obviously I've been paralyzed. From a broken arm? Come on, you know better than that, that arm should be almost healed by now. Well, why can't I move? Have I been drugged? If... no... WHEN I can move again... I am going to beat the sh-
"You."
Buffy saw a very large crooked nose come into view. Then there was the greasy black hair.
My God, take a shower. All you evil dudes are all the same.
"How did you get past all of the charms and enchantments?" The voice was dripping with venom, and Buffy wished she could smack the hell out of the man right here and right now.
Oh, wow, what a cornball. Does anyone get that I'm paralyzed and mute at the moment?
"ANSWER ME!" Buffy felt strong hands grab her arms and shake her, but she still could not move any part of her body.
Go to hell in a handbasket. Ha! This is fun. I can insult all day.
"Finite Totalus."
"Too bad they can't hear me, the morons..." Buffy blinked. She had just talked. "I just said that out loud didn't I?"
Buffy slowly sat up and saw three figures in the room. One shabbily dressed, another all decked out in black, and one that looked like she had been in a "Who-Has-The-Best-Nurse-Costume" Contest.
"Yes," the shabby dressed man said. "I took the charm off."
"Charm was it?" Buffy blinked and felt her arm. It didn't seem to be broken anymore. That is one good thing about being a Slayer.
"I mended your arm while you were under the Petrificus Totalus charm." The woman said as she was bustling around.
"I can heal myself perfectly well, I don't need any of your help."
"You didn't answer my question, girl." The greasy-haired man spat.
"How smart do you have to be to understand that I couldn't talk a few seconds ago?" Buffy spat right back, she stood up, and was knocked right back onto the bed.
"Stay." The shabby guy said. He held a stick... Is that a wand?... in his hand.
Greasy-hair Man laughed. Why, Buffy had no clue, but he was looking at Shabby Guy while he laughed and not at her. The two men exchanged glances. It seemed like there was almost a bit of distaste, but not really anything too bad.
Co-workers who don't like each other. There's a new one... ha.
The double doors to the room flung open as an elderly woman stood at the door.
"I'd like a word with her alone." Her voice commanded respect, as did her appearance, and there was no quarrel with any of the three in the room. However Greasy-hair Man did shoot Buffy a nasty look, which Buffy returned almost a little too quickly.
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"So - Snoopy is good?"
"Oh, yeah, Snoopy rocks."
"Snoopy rocks?"
"Er, muggle expression. It means, Snoopy is pretty damn cool."
"Oh, Xander, you are great fun." Tonkslaughed and took a sip from a fresh batch of the potion she had been concocting. They had finally gotten rid of the black fog and the smell, well, Xander had done most of the work, but it was still a 'team' effort.
"Yeah, I know."
"I don't think I have the heart to take away your memory." Tonks smiled at Xander. "You just have to promise you won't tell anybody where you come from about ... the wizarding world."
"Cross my heart." Xander smiled back and took a sip from his small cup. He didn't know what he was drinking, and it didn't taste all that great, but Tonks had been so wonderful and kind that he had decided that he didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Hey, do that thing with your hair again."
Tonks laughed and the hair on top of her head went from pink and gold to purple and then to a rolling display of all the colors of the rainbow in succession of ROY G. BIV.
"I love it!" Xander laughed and took another sip, forcing the stuff down.
Tonks smile faded as she looked up to the ceiling. "The Phoenix Orb."
"What?"
"Shh... we're about to get a message." Her expression was solemn and her hair morphed from short with rainbow colors to long and black. "Something's happened."
x chapter's end x
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Don't yell at me b/c I broke a rule... it's fanfic man. Well, erm, hope you liked it, and sorry that the chapter took longer than the others. I was away. Look forward to one more update before Christmas Day! It'll be my gift to all of you!
Look forward to Ch. 5 entitled:
The Phoenix Orb
