A/N: I'm really sorry for the delay everyone! It's been a much busier
summer than I anticipated.
As for this story, I've just seen the last season of Buffy in total and the story I have planned out won't fit what happened at all. So, go back to....what was it....chapter 4 or 5, I'm not sure which, and see the background that I'm working with.
I guess that makes this story AU in both worlds. Wow.
Thanks to pheonixrising; Jess; athenakitty: I'm giving double thanks to you for giving me an idea with one of your questions!; amythest; Destruxion; anon; Isabeau; jason: What do you mean?; ficfan; AnDrEwSrObOt: I wouldn't go that far, but thanks!; clingon87; Sakura Potter; and Skysong!
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CH8: First Impressions Can Be Misleading
The Summer's House, Sunnydale, California
"So, where are they going to stay?" Buffy asked. She was still slightly shocked by the revelation that their was a war going on right under their noses that no one noticed. 'Though, I guess it's kinda like what I do everyday.'
"Well...." Giles looked a bit flustered. "I was hoping they could stay here."
"What?!?"
"Now here me out..." But Buffy was already launching into a verbal tirade.
"Here? Where here?!? This house is already full! Willow is upstairs in my mother's room, Dawn in hers, and me in mine, and Spike is downstairs....I'm not renting out my couch, I don't care if they are here to help!"
"Calm down! I was thinking we'd fix up the attic, if you don't mind giving up your precious couch for a few days," he finished sarcastically. Buffy sat down, admonished.
"Alright," she said in a small voice, then cleared her throat. "When are they getting here anyway?"
As if cued by her thoughts, there was a knock on the front door.
"Now."
"There really isn't much of a warning from that council, is there?" Xander quipped.
"I'll get it!" Dawn raced to the front door to admit the newest members of the gang.
"Hello," a dark-haired man greeted. "You must be Dawn, right?"
She nodded. "Come in, come in. We've been expecting you."
The group of three followed her into the living room, where they were immediately welcomed by Buffy.
"Hi, I'm Buffy Summers. You're the wizards sent here by the council, right?"
"Right. It's nice to meet you Miss Summers. I'm Immolo," a man with almost white blond stepped forward and shook her hand. "This is Flamma" he motioned to a girl with deep red hair, "and Denicalias."
"A pleasure." She pointed out each of her friends in turn. "These are my best friends, Xander and Willow, my boyfriend, Spike, and you've already met my sister, Dawn."
The dark man spoke up. "And he is?" He looked over at Giles.
"You - you don't know him?" asked Willow.
"I don't believe so." Flamma said.
"That's funny," said Giles. "Because I met the three of you on a trip to England a little over a month ago." He took a threatening step forward. "Who - "
He was cut off when the door burst open and the real hunters burst in.
The fake-Denicalias took a step towards the real one, an evil smile forming that look very out of place. "Potter," he spat. The man whipped out his wand, followed closely by his comrades.....
.......But, before he could do anything, 'Potter' had sliced his wand-arm off with a sword that appeared from nowhere.
"Anyone else?" he asked. Needless to say, the other imposters quickly surrendered their wands as well.
"Polyjuice Potion," Harry muttered under his breath. He turned towards the captives. "Now, to what do we owe - " At that moment, the potion wore off. "Macnair! What a pleasant surprise! What brings here to Sunnydale?"
"Go to Hell, Potter," Macnair grumbled out, still trying to clutch where his arm just was.
"Tut, tut, that's not very nice. I just want to ask you a few questions before you start.....'clotting'. Like, how you knew where we were? Or why Voldemort would send some of his goons after us? After all, we're not even fighting him anymore."
A female Death Eater spoke up from the floor with a smirk. "That's what you think." Draco cast a quick Stunning Charm on the three prisoners as Harry turned towards the Scoobie Gang.
"Um...." He looked sheepish. "Sorry about the rug."
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^ Dear Harry,
How are you? And, better yet, where are you? I think I have an idea, but.......more on that later.
You'll have to write back soon. Sirius is dying to hear from you. I'm sure he'll have a letter to send with this one. I'll have to talk to him about that.
Everyone here is fine. Cho sends here love and wants you to be much more careful than you have been. She thinks you take too many unnecessary risks. I think she becoming too mothering, but don't tell her I said that.
Apparently, she was reading over my shoulder and now I'm bruising. Make a note: never insult a Quidditch player, especially if it's her time of the month.
Ouch!!!
Anyway, she also wants to know if you can help her with her Defense project; it's on vampires and she wants to know if you have any stories she can include or extra information on the undead.
Fred and George want you to know that business is booming. They have just invented a new product called 'Skiving Snackboxes'. People are dropping like flies out of Potions classes. Snape is not too happy. Though, I think he should be. He really doesn't seem to like children.
Professor Lupin says 'hello'. And, he wants me to add that he is 'putting the Map to good use again.' Care to explain what he means; he won't tell me.
Oh! You should have seen the looks on some of the students faces after reading your letter in the Prophet. Hilarious! Ron turned green!
There has been something wrong with Ron lately. He's not acting like himself at all. He's become a self-centered egotistical prat. Natalie McDonald, our Seeker, was in an accident last week, so he has taken over her spot. He can barely play, but everyone was afraid to try out against him because of all of his bragging. It's unbearable. There goes the Cup.
But, back to what happened after your letter. Hermione locked herself in the dorms for three days and still won't talk to anyone. I know your going to feel awful that she's like this, but remember what she did to you.
I've got to get going. Transfiguration starts in a few minutes. Before I forget, Professor McGonagall says hello and take care, too. Hope I'm not forgetting anyone else.
Write back soon,
Neville
P.S. You wouldn't happen to be in California, USA, would you? Because there was this article about some of Voldemort's inner circle being caught there and it just seemed to scream 'Harry Potter'........^
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As you can see, I've decided that I will now end each chapter with either a letter or an interlude, so we will know what is going on back in England.
Uggg, stupid Internet! I've been trying to update this story for days now and the site won't let me do anything on it. Even read things! Curse you Fanfiction.Net! Unless that makes you work even less. Then, I take it back!
As for this story, I've just seen the last season of Buffy in total and the story I have planned out won't fit what happened at all. So, go back to....what was it....chapter 4 or 5, I'm not sure which, and see the background that I'm working with.
I guess that makes this story AU in both worlds. Wow.
Thanks to pheonixrising; Jess; athenakitty: I'm giving double thanks to you for giving me an idea with one of your questions!; amythest; Destruxion; anon; Isabeau; jason: What do you mean?; ficfan; AnDrEwSrObOt: I wouldn't go that far, but thanks!; clingon87; Sakura Potter; and Skysong!
^..........^ = letters
CH8: First Impressions Can Be Misleading
The Summer's House, Sunnydale, California
"So, where are they going to stay?" Buffy asked. She was still slightly shocked by the revelation that their was a war going on right under their noses that no one noticed. 'Though, I guess it's kinda like what I do everyday.'
"Well...." Giles looked a bit flustered. "I was hoping they could stay here."
"What?!?"
"Now here me out..." But Buffy was already launching into a verbal tirade.
"Here? Where here?!? This house is already full! Willow is upstairs in my mother's room, Dawn in hers, and me in mine, and Spike is downstairs....I'm not renting out my couch, I don't care if they are here to help!"
"Calm down! I was thinking we'd fix up the attic, if you don't mind giving up your precious couch for a few days," he finished sarcastically. Buffy sat down, admonished.
"Alright," she said in a small voice, then cleared her throat. "When are they getting here anyway?"
As if cued by her thoughts, there was a knock on the front door.
"Now."
"There really isn't much of a warning from that council, is there?" Xander quipped.
"I'll get it!" Dawn raced to the front door to admit the newest members of the gang.
"Hello," a dark-haired man greeted. "You must be Dawn, right?"
She nodded. "Come in, come in. We've been expecting you."
The group of three followed her into the living room, where they were immediately welcomed by Buffy.
"Hi, I'm Buffy Summers. You're the wizards sent here by the council, right?"
"Right. It's nice to meet you Miss Summers. I'm Immolo," a man with almost white blond stepped forward and shook her hand. "This is Flamma" he motioned to a girl with deep red hair, "and Denicalias."
"A pleasure." She pointed out each of her friends in turn. "These are my best friends, Xander and Willow, my boyfriend, Spike, and you've already met my sister, Dawn."
The dark man spoke up. "And he is?" He looked over at Giles.
"You - you don't know him?" asked Willow.
"I don't believe so." Flamma said.
"That's funny," said Giles. "Because I met the three of you on a trip to England a little over a month ago." He took a threatening step forward. "Who - "
He was cut off when the door burst open and the real hunters burst in.
The fake-Denicalias took a step towards the real one, an evil smile forming that look very out of place. "Potter," he spat. The man whipped out his wand, followed closely by his comrades.....
.......But, before he could do anything, 'Potter' had sliced his wand-arm off with a sword that appeared from nowhere.
"Anyone else?" he asked. Needless to say, the other imposters quickly surrendered their wands as well.
"Polyjuice Potion," Harry muttered under his breath. He turned towards the captives. "Now, to what do we owe - " At that moment, the potion wore off. "Macnair! What a pleasant surprise! What brings here to Sunnydale?"
"Go to Hell, Potter," Macnair grumbled out, still trying to clutch where his arm just was.
"Tut, tut, that's not very nice. I just want to ask you a few questions before you start.....'clotting'. Like, how you knew where we were? Or why Voldemort would send some of his goons after us? After all, we're not even fighting him anymore."
A female Death Eater spoke up from the floor with a smirk. "That's what you think." Draco cast a quick Stunning Charm on the three prisoners as Harry turned towards the Scoobie Gang.
"Um...." He looked sheepish. "Sorry about the rug."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
^ Dear Harry,
How are you? And, better yet, where are you? I think I have an idea, but.......more on that later.
You'll have to write back soon. Sirius is dying to hear from you. I'm sure he'll have a letter to send with this one. I'll have to talk to him about that.
Everyone here is fine. Cho sends here love and wants you to be much more careful than you have been. She thinks you take too many unnecessary risks. I think she becoming too mothering, but don't tell her I said that.
Apparently, she was reading over my shoulder and now I'm bruising. Make a note: never insult a Quidditch player, especially if it's her time of the month.
Ouch!!!
Anyway, she also wants to know if you can help her with her Defense project; it's on vampires and she wants to know if you have any stories she can include or extra information on the undead.
Fred and George want you to know that business is booming. They have just invented a new product called 'Skiving Snackboxes'. People are dropping like flies out of Potions classes. Snape is not too happy. Though, I think he should be. He really doesn't seem to like children.
Professor Lupin says 'hello'. And, he wants me to add that he is 'putting the Map to good use again.' Care to explain what he means; he won't tell me.
Oh! You should have seen the looks on some of the students faces after reading your letter in the Prophet. Hilarious! Ron turned green!
There has been something wrong with Ron lately. He's not acting like himself at all. He's become a self-centered egotistical prat. Natalie McDonald, our Seeker, was in an accident last week, so he has taken over her spot. He can barely play, but everyone was afraid to try out against him because of all of his bragging. It's unbearable. There goes the Cup.
But, back to what happened after your letter. Hermione locked herself in the dorms for three days and still won't talk to anyone. I know your going to feel awful that she's like this, but remember what she did to you.
I've got to get going. Transfiguration starts in a few minutes. Before I forget, Professor McGonagall says hello and take care, too. Hope I'm not forgetting anyone else.
Write back soon,
Neville
P.S. You wouldn't happen to be in California, USA, would you? Because there was this article about some of Voldemort's inner circle being caught there and it just seemed to scream 'Harry Potter'........^
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As you can see, I've decided that I will now end each chapter with either a letter or an interlude, so we will know what is going on back in England.
Uggg, stupid Internet! I've been trying to update this story for days now and the site won't let me do anything on it. Even read things! Curse you Fanfiction.Net! Unless that makes you work even less. Then, I take it back!