Disclaimer: HP characters belong to J.K Rowling, while the Buffy characters belong to…the producers of the show.
Spoilers: Takes place five years after they graduated from Hogwarts, and Season 7 episodes of Buffy, albeit a few changes here and there.
Summary: Draco is a Demon Hunter. Harry is an Auror. Both are sent by the Ministry to investigate some things that are going on in Sunnydale. There, they meet the Scooby Gang, and interesting stuff starts to happen.
"Demon Hunters"
Chapter One: Spirits and Demons
The Malfoy Manor was a labyrinth of passageways and hidden chambers, giving evidence to the fact that the Malfoys had a fondness for building clandestine rooms and endless corridors. Lucius Malfoy had been one to create a number of them, and his son was none too pleased about it.
Draco Malfoy strode down the candle-lit hallway, a scowl set firmly on his face. He was lost. Again. Twenty-two years of living in the mansion didn't stop him from losing his way now and then. And no, he was not ashamed of it. His mother had once told him that their ancestors themselves would constantly go astray in the ancient house, and their reason would be that their house was simply exceptionally large due to their enormous amount of wealth.
Draco smirked.
He turned a sharp left and finally came to a stop in front of a large portrait depicting a broken sword. He took out his wand and whispered the password, tapping the portrait twice. "Secretus."
The portrait swung open, and Draco stepped in, surveying his finished construction. He had created this room himself, for the main reason that he didn't want anyone to know that this certain room ever existed. Not that there was anyone else in the mansion except for himself, the house elves, and a few servant ghosts.
Five years ago, Voldemort had risen to full power, and that was when the war started. Both Lucius and Narcissa had been recruited for this big battle, leaving Draco alone in the manor, hoping against hope that they would come back alive. They may not have been the best of parents, but nevertheless, they were still his parents. He was made from their own blood, the same blood that still flowed in his veins until now. And although, a tiny part of him wanted to see them suffer, a bigger part of him was not ready for their deaths.
But that was to be expected. In fairytales, did the evil not lose against the good? Of course they did. They always lost. Even in reality. Voldemort met his second downfall by the same boy that defeated him when he was barely a year old. Harry Potter. Harry Potter defeated the darkest wizard of all times, and everyone who worked for him. Thus, Draco was left parentless. His father was dead, and his mother was in Azkaban.
The years that followed after that incident, Draco spent his life suffocating from all the hatred and anger he felt. Thoughts of vengeance would constantly flood his mind, but to whom would he subject his revenge? Harry Potter? That would be hilarious. Draco Malfoy versus the Boy-who-lived-and-killed-Voldemort. That would lead to nothing save for another dead Malfoy.
He spent the rest of his seventh year avoiding Potter and his friends, a.k.a. the Gryffindors, the Ravenclaws, and the Hufflepuffs who would sneer and jeer at the Slytherins whenever they crossed paths. They all celebrated on Voldemort's downfall, whereas the Slytherins grieved and mourned for the loss of family members.
If possible, that episode of his life made him all the more cold and indecipherable. His face was always covered by a mask of indifference and blankness. When he spoke, his voice was emotionless.
He was all too happy to finally leave Hogwarts,. All too happy to have Malfoy Manor all to himself. All too happy to release all of his pent-up anger on the house. Weeks after graduation, a quarter of the mansion was practically torn to shreds. And the house elves would nervously clean up the mess with trembling fingers, their ears shaking as their master scrutinized them with icy-cold eyes.
Draco would then lock himself up in his bedroom, and brood all day long, until a solitary question popped into his head. Would I spend the rest of my life living like this?
And that was when his pride got the best of him. Of course not. He was a Malfoy. And Malfoys don't give up. They stand their ground, and push through all their problems with ease and grace. That was when all the anger and feelings of vengeance left him. Well, not entirely. But most of it anyway. And that was when Draco Malfoy felt truly ashamed of himself.
And what did he do after finally arriving to that conclusion?
He turned over a new leaf. Okay, so he didn't exactly turn into a couple of goody-two-shoes like Potter and his friends. But he did get a job. A job that helped him deal with his anger.
Demon Hunting.
He smiled in satisfaction at the newly-created room that stood in front of him. It was made solely for the purpose of his job. Dozens of bookshelves filled with manuscripts and books about all kinds of demons lined the far side of the room, weapons of all sorts hung from a large wooden cabinet, and a spacious desk where he did most of his research work.
He wondered for a brief second if his parents would've approved of his current job, and frowned. Of course they wouldn't. His family practiced the Dark Arts. Black Magic. They practically raised demons. Draco was doing the exact opposite. His job, was, after all under the control of the Ministry of Magic. He was forbidden to use any form of Black Magic.
So, he simply kept them secret.
He was a Malfoy. His blood may be pure, but it sure as hell wasn't innocent. It was tainted black. And it wouldn't hurt to say that he was an expert in the Dark Arts area.
He smirked, and started his research.
He grabbed a couple of books from the shelf and dropped them on the mahogany table where they landed with a loud thud. Not that anyone could hear that. The room was soundproof, foolproof to be exact. It protected by over a dozen spells, and anyone who tried breaking into this room would be as good as dead.
Draco had been assigned with a new task. And that was to find more about the 'Hellmouth' based in Sunnydale, California. Basically the nastiest Hellmouth of them all. He was astonished at first, when he had been given this assignment. This certain Hellmouth was already being guarded by the Vampire Slayer herself which proved it to be more than safe. And besides, why the Hellmouth all the way in California? There was one in France, which was much, much more closer.
His boss had shot Draco a look when he asked all of these questions and told him that he was simply ordered to research on the Hellmouth, not to go close it down himself. Draco had shrugged, and obliged, knowing that his boss would have to tell him a bit more about it once he finished the project anyway.
So here he was.
Doing research.
Boring work, really.
…
Buffy Summers strolled down the corridors of the new Sunnydale High, surveying everything with wary eyes. It only seemed like it was yesterday that she torched this place, and now, here it was. She passed by the classroom where Dawn was having her Homeroom class, and she allowed herself a small smile as she remembered their little training session the night before.
After the whole Willow-incident, Buffy had promised Dawn that she would train her how to defend herself from all the baddies. Dawn had been more than excited. And last night had been her first real test. Dawn had tried fighting the vamp, really she did, but she ended up getting almost bitten after missing the vampire's heart by a couple of inches. Which wasn't so bad. On Buffy's first time out, she missed the heart too.
Willow on the other hand was in England, with Giles, on magic rehab. The young witch was more than regretful for all the things she had done, and had agreed whole-heartedly to go to England for a while to give her friends some space from her. They had been through a few rough patches, but Buffy will always consider Willow as her best friend.
"Buffy," a voice behind her called out. The Slayer spun around to see Robin Wood approaching her, a smile on his face. He was the new Principal of the new school, and the only reason he applied for the job was to keep an eye on 'things'. He was a freelancer. Quite a gifted one at that. Maybe it was because his mother was a Slayer.
"Hey Wood," Buffy greeted him. "Or should I say Principal Wood?"
Wood rolled his eyes. "Please don't call me that. It makes me feel so darned old."
Buffy giggled. "So, how's your day so far?"
"So far, so good." Wood said with a grin. "Hey, I was wondering. Since you don't have a job and all…"
"I do have a job," Buffy interrupted with a wry smile. "Vampire Slayer here, remember?"
"What I meant was, a real job." Wood clarified. "We're lacking some good guidance counselors here. And I was wondering if you'd take the job?"
Buffy's jaw dropped. Her? Counseling? "Um, Wood. Counseling plus me equals confused kids. I can't even give good advice to Dawn. And she's my sister!"
"Come on, Buffy. Getting the job would mean another pair of eyes on the look out for all the strange stuff. If you must remember, the opening to the Hellmouth is right in the basement which calls for some major precautions. And who better to watch over it than the Slayer herself?"
Buffy sighed. "I'm sorry Wood. But I just don't see it happening. And Dawn would be horrified if she finds out that her older sister is hanging around the school doing the whole talking-to-kids-about-their-problems thing."
"But--"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Come on, Buffy."
"No."
"There are ghosts in the basement."
This got Buffy's attention. "What?"
"There are ghosts in the basement." Wood repeated slowly as if he was addressing a five-year old.
"I heard what you said," Buffy said impatiently. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I just wanted to see if you'd accept the offer even if there are no bad stuff involved." Wood admitted with a grin. "Apparently, you didn't. And no," he added seeing the look on her face. "I'm not lying about the ghosts just to get you to work here. I met a few of them a few days ago. Just a few passing by. They didn't even sneak a glance at me. I don't think it's anything serious." He thought for a moment. "Although, ghosts or rather, spirits wandering around the top of the Hellmouth is something to think about…"
Buffy sighed for the second time that day. "I have to agree with you on that. So…"
"So…?"
"I accept the job offer."
…
A/N: Review!!!! Oh, and are there any suggestions for pairings?