A Second Chance
Chapter 8 – OWL's and Diagon Alley.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything.
TIMELINE: AU. Set ten years before (Around 1988) "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone", during and after Harry Potter book 5, "Order of the Phoenix"(2003). During and after BTVS season 7, "Chosen". Pretend HP book one happened in 1999 during Buffy season three )
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. After James and Lily reappears, seemingly alive and well, mysterious things start to happen. New allies are made, prophecies revealed...and people keep rising from the dead. What's going on? And what has Voldemort got to do with it? Are the Scoobies and the Potter's second chance at life enough to stop the Dark Lord from spreading darkness across the country? Or is the world in need of more miracles?
PAIRINGS: Too many to count.
Thanks to my beta: Charmed Chick
"They're here!" Hermione screamed, and ran into the great hall, waving with an envelope.
"They're here!" It had been a week since they'd arrived to Hogwarts, and everyone had become really good friends. Dawn had become a good friend to both Ron, Harry and Hermione, and theyhad also gotten to know some of the Slayers, and the new staff.
"What's here, 'Mione?" Dawn asked, although she already knew the answer, since both Harry and Ron had walked in earlier, both with similar expressions at their faces – they were doomed.
"The OWL's! I found mine at my bed-table when I woke up! Haven't you guys seen it?" Hermione said, her happy face falling slightly.
Ron rolled his eyes, and picked a folded envelope up from his pocket.
"Yes, I've seen it. I just haven't opened it yet."
"Oh. Well? Go on!"
Ron sighed.
"'Mione, we just don't see the point! They're only going to be 'dreadful' anyway! If we put them away, maybe they'll disappear!"
"Oh, don't be silly, Ron – I can open my first if it helps." With that, she opened her envelope. As she read, her expression went from exited to happy, when suddenly her smile fell.
"Well?" Harry asked, wanting to get this over with s fast as possible.
"Well..." Hermione said disappointedly. "It's not as good as I would have liked..."
Ron rolled her eyes. "Not as good as you would have liked? I'm sure you got straight O's."
Hermione grew a bit pink.
"For your information, Ronald, I did not get straight O's...I only got an E in Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"And you're actually disappointed?" Harry said, eyebrows raised.
Hermione shrugged.
"Well...yes."
Ron sighed. "You'll still be the best.There is no way in hellHarry and I aregoing to be able to live up to even half of that - at least not me."
"Don't swear, Ron," Hermione added automatically, even though her eyes was still staring at her letter, as if she was hoping the 'abysmal' E would miraculously change into an O.
"Well...I guess my parents would like to find out my grades," she said. "I hope they're not too disappointed...I can't believe what I did wrong!"
Ron and Harry rolled their eyes, making Hermione glare.
"Well, your letters aren't opening themselves you know! Go on!"
Ron sighed, but opened his envelope anyway. His eyebrows raised with surprise as he read.
"Well?" Harry inquired.
"Not too bad," he admitted. "Better than I expected, I got an O in Defence against the Dark Arts and Potions, E in Charms, Transfigurations and Care of Magical Creatures, A in Herbology and Astronomy. D in Divination and Hirstory of Magic, though. Not that it matters."
Hermione smiled happily.
"You did very well, Ron." With that she hugged him, and Ron's ears suddenly became very red.
"Alright, Harry, mate. Let's see what you got!" He said quickly to hide his embarrasment.
Harry swallowed, before opening his envelope.
OWL's - Ordinary Wizarding Levels for: Harry James Potter, Gryffindor - Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Subject: - Mark:
Astronomy...A
Care of Magical Creatures...E
Charms...E
Defence against the Dark Arts...O (with bonuspoint)
Divination...P
Herbology...O
History of Magic...A
Potions...OTransfiguration...E
Total score: Eight OWL's out of nine subjects"Well? How did it go?" Hermione asked, eyes shining.
Harry, who smiled when he saw the note beside his Defence against the Dark Arts mark, turned to Hermione, and showed her the letter.
"Oh! That's great, Harry! Well, except for your Divination mark, of course, but it really doesn't matter anyway. That old hag is such a - what?"
Hermione turned to Ron, who had let out a strange sound when Herione said 'that old hag', just shook his head and turned to Harry.
"Well done, mate."
"You weren't too bad yourself."
Lily and James came down to Harry from the faculty table.
"Is it your OWL's, Harry?" Lily asked, "Did you do well?"
Harry showed the letter to his parents with a nervous smile. What if they didn't think it was good enough? What if they thought he was an idiot? What if -
" - Oh, Harry! This is really good! I'm so proud of you!" Lily gave Harry a big hug, and James ruffled his hair with a laugh.
"You did very well. We are both proud of you."
Harry smiled.
Later that evening, Harry sat in his bed, reading the paper that had come together with his OWL results.
If you know what you would like to do in your future, please write down your career path. If not, write 'no career decided.'
Harry wrote down 'Auror' and watched when the letter formed new words.
You have written 'auror'. Please choose your school subjects. Eight are required. Sign when finished.
Neededsubjects:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Charms
Potions
Transfiguration
Recommended subjects:
Demonology
Muggle Studies
Fighting Skills
Care of Magical Creatures
Research and documenting skills
Herbology
Wandless magic (wiccan magic)
Other Subjects:
Arithmancy
Astronomy
History of Magic
Divination
Ancient Runes
Harry bit his lower lip, before circling all the subjects in the first column, since it was required if he wanted to be an auror (although another year of Potions didn't really made him feel happy). He was just about to start with the second column, when Dawn came in.
"Hi Harry. What are you doing?"
"Choosing my school subjects for the next term".
"Oh. Do you want me to leave? 'Cause..."
"No!" Harry blushed a little. 'I have to stop doing that'. "You can stay, I don't mind. Maybe you can help me."
"Sure." Dawn jumped over to Harry's bed, and sat down beside him.
"Well, I recommend almost all the subjects in the second column. It doesn't hurt to be able to recognise demons of different kinds, even if Anya might come off the subject a bit." Dawn smiled, as she thought of Anya teaching. She could almost see how all the boys looked terrified as she started to babble about all the things she had done to men in her days as a vengence demon, and how all the girls started to look sick.
"Fighting skills will propably come in handy, and even though research and documenting skills sounds boring, it will propably be very interesting. If you can stand Andrew slipping over to Science-Fiction and Giles doing clucking sound with his tongue if he gets angry."
Harry laughed.
"It would be nice if you could take muggle-studies too. I know you haven't taken it before, but since you were raised muggle it shouldn't be any problem. I know you don't need it, but Xander's going to teach, and that means the lessons will be funny. And I'm going to take it," Dawn added as an afterthought, which made her blush a little.
"And of course you have to choose wandless magic. Who knows, it might be your trump card if you have another encounter with Voldemort."
Harry shuddered. He still hadn't told any of his friends about the prophecy, and he didn't plan to do it yet. What would he say? 'Hi, listen up. I just wanted to tell you that I will propably die soon, because I have to destroy Voldemort before he kills me, which he surely will. Wold you like to come to my funeral'? No, that wouldn't do it. He sighed.
"Harry? Are you awake?"
"Huh? Oh, right." He hastily circled around all the subjects in the second column, since he didn't want to let Hagrid down, and Herbology might be useful. If it wasn't for Hermiones knowledge about the devil's snare in their first year...
Harry hastily looked through the last column. He hadn't taken Arithmancy or Ancient Runes before, so why start now? Astronomy wasn't really his thing (it reminded him about Divination, and nothing in the word could make him stay through another lesson with Trelawney), and History of Magic was out of the question (if he wanted to sleep, he could do it in his bed).
Harry signed his name, and a list of his chosen subjects showed up, along with a booklist.
"Well, looks like it's going to be a long trip to Diagon Alley this year."
Ron was also sitting at his bed, looking at the envelope, but to difference form Harry, he had no idea what he wanted to become. He had been thinking a lot about becoming an auror, but Harry was going to choose that, and that would mean another two years in Harry's shadow.
Not that he didn't like Harry, but Ron wanted to do something else than following in everyone else's footsteps, and choosing auror as a career path, well, it would do just that.
He sighed, and wrote down 'no career decided'.
Another sentence showed up at the envelope.
Write down an area you are interested in.
Ron groaned, and put his head in his hands. He had absolutely no bloody idea. He sighed.He knew that he wanted to become something that mattered, something that made him something more than just 'another Weasley'. He sighed again, before writing down 'fighting evil'. Ron was sure that the only career available would be 'auror' or 'curse breaker', which either Harry would have, or his brother Bill had a connection to. Imagine his surprise when a list of very different careers showed up.
Choose a career path, or go back to the last question for changes:
Auror
Curse-breaker
Minister of Magic or other work at the ministry
Demon-Hunter
Demonologist
Watcher
Ron raised his eyebrows slightly when he read 'Minister of Magic'. He really couldn't imagine Fudge fighting evil in other ways than boss people around to do it for him.
He kept reading. Demon-Hunter seemed interesting, but he doubted it was a career that suited him. Demonologist sounded a lot like a research job, which would mean a desk-job. And Ron didn't want a desk-job. His eyes moved to the last career-path – Watcher. He remembered how Dawn had told him about a watcher's job - how they guided and helped a slayer in her work, both inside and out in the field, and how they were in desperate search for new watchers since the First evil had killed most of them. Ron had been very intrigued. He smiled. Maybe he had finally found something. Ron watched how the letter formed new words, after he had circled the word 'watcher'.So you want to become a watcher?Please choose your school subjects. Eight are required. Sign when finished.
Neededsubjects:
Demonology
Fighting Skills
Research and documenting skills
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Highly recommended subjects:
Wandless magic (wiccan magic)
Muggle Studies
Care of Magical Creatures
Other recommended subjects:
Herbology
Charms
Potions
Transfiguration
Other Subjects:
Arithmancy
Astronomy
History of Magic
Divination
Ancient Runes
Ron smiled and picked all the subjects in the first two columns, and all in the third, except for potions. 'Finally, no more Snape!' He checked through the last column, but decided not to take any of those subjects, since he didn't need them. With a smile, he signed.
Ron smiled and picked all the subjects in the first two columns, and all in the third, except for potions. He checked through the last column, but decided not to take any of those subjects, since he didn't need them. With a smile, he signed.Hermione knocked on professor McGonagall's door.
"Come in".
"Umm...can I talk to you for a minute, professor?"
"Miss Granger. Of course. Come in."
"I wanted to talk to you about my career path, professor."
"I see...do you remember what I told you when we spoke last time at the career advice week?"
"Yes." Hermione had brought up S.P.E.W, but professor McGonagall had told her she would never get anywere with that project other than as a free time activity, so she had to change her mind.
"I have actually no idea what I want to do."
"Have you considered the idea of becoming a professor?"
"Teach? Yes...but I'm not sure I have the patience needed..."
"Oh, that should not be a problem, Miss Granger. I could easily say you have a lot more patience than professor Snape will ever have - "
Hermione tried to hold back a giggle, with little success.
" - but please, do not tell Severus I said that. Well, if you don't think teaching is a good career..."
"Oh, it's not that. As I said, I'm afraid I would not have the patience towards my students."
"You shouldn't have to worry about that, Miss Granger. I have seen you helping your fellow students with great results, without losing your temper once. Well, maybe infront of Mr. Weasley, of course, but he is a special case, isn't he?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione over her glasses, with a slight smile. Hermione blushed.
"I-I don't understand what you mean, professor..."
"You don't? Well, I see...back to the point. If you are afraid of losing your temper, or patience, in time you will learn to control it. But if you don't think teaching is the right career, I'm sure we can find something else that will suit you?"
"No, thank you professor. I think I know, now". Hermione smiled, and left the office.
Later, she lay in her bed, checking through the recommended subjects for her career path.
She sighed. It would have helped if she knew what kind of teacher she wanted to become. Right now, the list was very...full.
Neededsubjects:
Research and documenting skills
Recommended subjects:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Charms
Potions
Transfiguration
Muggle Studies
Care of Magical Creatures
Herbology
Arithmancy
Astronomy
History of Magic
Divination
Ancient Runes
Fighting Skills
Wandless magic (wiccan magic)
Demonology
Other Subjects:
None
Hermione didn't know what to choose. She felt like crying. She took a deep breath, pulling herself together. Alright. She didn't want to teach Muggle Studies, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology or Astronomy. Divination was out of the question.
Subjects she wanted to take, but didn't want to teach in were Fighting Skills, Wandless magic and Demonology. At the end, she picked all the subjects at the list except Divination, Astronomy, Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes, which she wanted to take, but she doubted she would be able too without another year with the time-turner, and she really wasn't up to that. With a satisfied smile, she signed her name.
Two days later, the gang stood in Diagon Alley. Along with them were some of the newly called Slayers; Vi, Shannon and Rona, plus the Scooby gang.
"So were do we head first?" Dawn asked cheerily.
"We should go to Gringotts. I need to take some money from my vault." Harry explained.
"Oh, but we have money."
"Not wizarding money. You should be able to change."
"Oh. That's cool." Buffy said. "Greenguts then".
"Gringotts, not Greenguts," Willow corrected. "Sometimes I wonder if there is something seriously wrong with your vocabulary, Buffy." She teased.
"Oh, shut you".
Willow laughed. After they had been to Gringotts, they went to Ollivander's. Dawn, Vi, Shannon and Rona would need wands, and Buffy wanted one too.
When they entered, a tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop. As soon as they were inside, Buffy's hair at the back of her neck started to rise.
"My spider since is tingling." She mumbled to Faith, who nodded.
"Mine too, B. Best to be on our guard...Red, are you okay?"
Willow was slightly pale, but nodded.
"I'm fine. Just...wow. This place... It's so full of different sorts of magic, even more than at Hogwarts. Here, it feels...released."
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Everyone jumped. An old man were standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon...the Slayers."
Buffy and Faith cast a glance towards Vi who's face looked pale in contrast to her red hair - she still looked determined though. Rona, had taken a fighting stance, and Shannon had narrowed her eyes towards the man.
"I have heard great things about you, great things indeed. Now, who should we help first?"
His eyes fell on Dawn.
"You have power, little one. Much, much power. But do you know how to use it? So green, and so innocent..."
Dawn shuddered. This man knew. As soon as he said 'green', she knew that he knew. But she didn't know how he knew.
"Very well. Which hand is your wand hand?"
"Um...right, I guess..."
"Good, good...now, hold out your arm. Yes, just like that." Mr. Ollivander started to measure Dawn in all strange ways...or the tape measure did it on it's own, while he checked through a lot of boxes. "That will do," he suddenly said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor.
"Right then Miss Summers. Try this one. Mahogny, 10 inches, essence of a unicorn hair. Give it a wave." Dawn waved a bit, but nothing happened. Ollivander snatched the wand a way from her instantly.
"No, no, no," he mumbled. "Not that one. But I didn't think so either. Something as unique as you, my green light, must have a unique wand."
Dawn swallowed, and she saw how Buffy's eyes shot daggers.
"Maple, 12 inches, Dragon's heartstring...no, no, certainly not!"
Dawn had no idea how long she stood there, but it felt like an eternity. The strange thing was, you more tired she became, the more excited Ollivander seemed to be.
"Tricky customer, eh? Well, I didn't expect anything else, after all she is the..."
"If you say 'your green light' one more time, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Buffy spoke up, interrupting Ollivander, since she was afraid he might say that Dawn was the Key.
Ollivander raised his eyebrows.
"...most unique person I have ever had in my shop," he finished, and Buffy's eyes shot daggers once again.
"Try this one". He gave Dawn a wand, which she took, and as soon as she held it, she felt warmth flew up to her fingertips, and, not very surprising, green sparks shot from the end.
They all applauded, and Mr. Ollivander screamed 'bravo, very good indeed.'
"Curious...but maybe not as much...ebony, 14 inches, with the essence from a goddess' hair...I'm sure you know of whom I speak. Very powerful, very powerful, indeed..."
Dawn paid for her wand, and watched as Vi, Rona and Shannon got theirs. Inside, she fought a war with herself. Of course her wands essence had to come from Glory of all people!
'Why can't the past leave me alone?'
Vi's wand was Holly/Rosewood, with one phoenix feather, Shannon's Black Walnut with essence from the hair of a unicorn, and Rona's was Mahogany/Red Cedar with essence of a Dragon's heartstring. Now it was Buffy's turn.
"Hmm…I have a feeling you will be a tricky one. Which arm is your wand-arm?"
"Right," Buffy said shortly. She didn't like Ollivander very much.
"Yes, yes. I am sure we have the perfect wand here somewhere…"
One hour later, Buffy felt slightly dizzy, and the others seemed bored.
"Tricky costumer, eh? But I'm sure we have the wand somewhere…yes, that's right. Maybe…"
Ollivander left, and when he came back, he held a black satinbox.
"Yes, let's see…I would believe this is the wand…Go on, give it a wave."
Buffy took the wand, not expecting anything to happen, but as soon as she touched it, the wand shot red, blue and golden sparks.
"Bravo! Very good indeed! I believe this is the wand for you miss Summers. Yew and Willow wood, 13 ½ inches, with mixed blood from two vampires with souls. The core and the yew makes it very powerful, deadly even, but the Willow wood stabilizes it, and gives the carrier a great amount of physical energy and strenght."
"Death is still my gift," Buffy murmured, when she heard Ollivander's comment about the wand being deadly, but smiled when she heard his comment about the Willow wood.
"It looks like I'll be carrying a bit of you with me wherever I go, Wills," she smiled.
"Yeah, but I don't know if I'm so stabil. Hello, tried to end the world here!"
They laughed at this.
"Buff, what about the core. You haven't mentioned it. Not only will you have a piece of Will with ya, but a piece of Deadboy and Bleachboy too."
Buffy stopped laughing, and Xander already regretted his comment.
"Yeah…" Buffy smiled sadly. "I guess I'll never be completely free from my two best vampire-buddies."
"At least you don't have the core of your worst enemy," Dawn said.
"What? Did Dawn know a goddess?" Ron asked.
"Erm, nice weather we have, huh?" Willow interrupted.
The trouble trio (Harry, Ron, Hermione) looked at Willow like she was crazy, and Buffy decided to save the day.
"Don't forget that both Angel and Spike has been my arch-nemesises - ses – gah! I can never say that right! And why do I have a flashback to the time I was invisible?"
"Buffy's been invisible?" Harry asked, and Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. Mission accomplished, danger's over.
They paid for Buffy's wand before leaving the store.
"That guy gave me the creeps!" Buffy exclaimed, "if he had said something with connection to the Ke - mph!" Xander covered her mouth.
"Buffy...watch your tongue. You don't want to slip..."
"What? What was she going to say?" Ron asked, curious. Harry watched Dawn, who looked uncomfortable.
" - With connection to the kindergarden," Buffy finished, as Xander moved his hand. Buffy shot him a grateful look for not letting her slip.
"Kindergarden?" Ron asked, confused.
"Um...yeah, y'know. Kindergarden. When you're um...not so...erm...mature, you say you are very...green...so...therefore kindergarden. And Dawnie doesn't like to be reminded about how she was in kindergarden." Buffy finished lamily.
Hermione eyed them suspiciously, but didn't say anything, although she was sure Buffy lied.
They continued their trip in Diagon Alley, they went to Madame Malkins, where Faith exclaimed; 'Shit! Do I have to were these...robes...things? Never ever!', and Buffy; 'I look like the monster from the black lagun! Where is the fashion!'
After that, they went to Flourish and Blotts to get their books, 'Florish and Butts?', Xander exclaimed, and Giles beamed with happiness. 'Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating!' They practically had to drag him out of the shop. After the book-shop, they took a break at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, before separating, deciding to meet there in an hour.
Anya, Buffy, Faith and the other slayers would go to Knockturn Alley to buy weapon's, Giles would go back to Florish and Blotts, and Willow would go and get some more magical supplies along with Hermione, since she didn't want to go with Dawn, Harry, Ron and Ginny to check Quidditch supplies. Xander and Andrew decided to go with Buffy and the others, after longingly looking at a jokeshop (Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes), which they promised they all would check it later, since it was Ron's brothers who owned the shop.
When they met up later, Dawn wanted a pet, so they went to the Magical Menagerie, where she bought a creamy white kitten, which she named 'Molly', after one of the potential Slayers who was killed by Caleb.
And lastly...
"Welcome to Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes!" Fred called over "Oi! George, it's little Ronnikins!" George's head stuck up over the desk.
"And little Ginny-pinny!"
"Ronniekins? Ginny-pinny?" Dawn raised her eyebrows, and Vi giggled.
Hary shuddred. "Don't ask."
"What can we do for you, oh, all mighty family? And who might hese lovely ladies be?" George asked Dawn and the slayers, and kissed each of their hands. In that second, the shop-door once again flew open.
"George!" A girl stood there, hands on her hips, beside her another girl with dark hair.
"Are you cheating on me?" The first girl said, with a teasing smile. George face lit up.
"Hi you!" He went towards her and catched her mouth in a kiss.
"Yuck!" Ron said, disgustedly.
"Did you say something, Ronnikins!" George asked. "Because I'm sure my girl would be more than happy to hurt you, wouldn't you?"
The girl turned to Ron with a smirk.
"Al-Alicia!" He spluttered. "But you're not...I mean...you are not dating him!"
Alicia Spinnet, old chaser at the Gryffindor team, newly graduated from Hogwarts, stood there, looking at Ron, who's expression was similiar to Harry's. In. Shock. Their jaws hung open.
"Stop staring, Ron, it isn't nice." Hermione said.
"Surprised?" George said, grinning.
"Yes!"
"Well, we started to date a while ago...or a long while ago...about a month before his so splendid exit from Hogwarts last term." Alicia said.
"But he's here, and you are...there."
"There where, Ron?"
"At Hogwarts!"
Alicia raised her eybrows, and Hermione wispered in Ron's ear.
"She graduated last term…"
"Oh." Ron felt dumb, and his ears started to flush.
"Well...aren't you going to introduce us to your new friends?" The other girl, Angelina Johnson, spoke up, as she went forwards to Fred and gave him a brief kiss.
"FRED! And Angelina!" Ron stared again.
"Ron!"
"Sorry."
"Right.Well,I'm Buffy Summers, this is my little sister, Dawn, this is Faith, and that's Vi, Shannon and Rona, Xander, Giles, Andrew, Anya and Willow." Buffy introduced herself and the others.
"Nice to meet you."
"We are going to teach at Hogwarts this term, in some new subjects."
"Really? Interesting! What will you te - "
The door opened again.
"Ollie!" The twins said happily. "We didn't know you would come!"
"And the reuniting just keeps coming..." Angelina mumbled.
"Ollie?" Dawn asked.
"Oliver. Oliver Wood."
"Wood?" Faith asked. "You're not related to a Robin Wood, are ya?" She looked like she was on her guard.
"Not as far as know." The man said and grinned. "Hey, Angelina. How was the captain post last year?"
"AWFUL! I don't know how you managed!"
"It can't have been that bad, right?" Oliver said with a frown.
"YES!" Angelina, Alicia, Harry, Ginny, Ron and the twins spoke up together.
"Okay...Angie, aren't you offended?"
"You think it's my fault!" Angeline exclaimed.
"It's not?" Oliver asked dumbly. He hadn't really been updated on the things at Hogwarts, since he had mostly been travelling with Puddlemere United.
"It's really not! It's the twins fault! And Harry's!" Angelina said accusingly.
"It is?"
"YES! THEY. GOT. KICKED. OFF. OF. THE. TEAM!"
"You did?"
Harry and the twins nodded sheepishly. The only thing Oliver could think of was...
" - Who won the house-cup?"
"We did, but that's not the..."
"Well, then. That's great! I'm proud of you, Angie!"
Angelina blushed.
"So, these lovely ladies are...?" Oliver asked, letting his eyes sweep over the scoobies, until they set on a certain red-head.
"What's your name?"
"Vi." Vi felt herslef blush under his eyes.
"Vi...I don't think I've seen you here before, or your friends."
"I attend to Hogwarts."
"Really? What house?" 'Please, don't let it be Slytherin'.
"Um...Bufaxawidaan…I think. It's kinda hard to pronounce."
Oliver blinked.
"Are you sure you go to Hogwarts?"
"Oliver, it's a knew house. Hogwarts has gone through a lot of changes."
"Oh. Care to fill me in?"
The next ten minutes were spent explaning to him about Harry's parents, the Hellmouth and activations of all Slayers and the new faculty at Hogwarts.
"Wow. So you're a Slayer, then, huh? Amazing. I never thought I would meet one, and here I am, speaking to five of 'em. And there is a whole bunch of them at Howarts, along with a wicca, an ex-demon, a watcher, a science-fiction...geek, and a...carpenter? Makes you wish you were back."
"We do too, Ollie, we do too..." Fred clapped his back.
They had just left the joke-shop, when Dawn crashed into someone.
"Hey, watch it, you freak!" The boy spat.
"I'm...I'm really sorry..." 'Is he a reincarnation of Spike?', she thought.
"Yeah? Well, I don't need any excuses from dirty little mudbloods like yourself!"
"Take that back, Malfoy!" Harry said, drawing his wand.
"Well, if it isn't Potter, Granger and the Weasel. Should have known you would hang with the worst crowd."
Harry looked like as he was going to cast a spell, when Buffy spoke up behind them.
"Do we have a problem here."
Malfoy looked up at Buffy, not impressed.
"No...just go back to your beauty-sleep. You sure as hell need it."
"He shouldn't have said that." Xander winced.
"Really? Well, I feel more like kicking some ass right now." Buffy mused.
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Malfoy sneered.
"No." Buffy smirked. "It's a promise".
Malfoy snorted. "Like I'm afraid of a silly girly-girl."
"He really shouldn't have said that!" Xander said, now feeling a little sorry for the mini-Spike...but only a little.
Buffy's eyes flashed with anger, before she took one step forwards, lifting up Malfoy around his throat with one hand. Not hard, just enough to make him sweat a little.
Malfoy gasped, and tried to get down.
"Now. Say you're sorry...and I might let you down."
"Bitch!" He spat.
"Oh, no, mini-Spike. That wasn't the magical word!"
"Let me down!"
"Fine! Be that way!" Buffy snapped, adjusting her grip. She didn't want to strangle the boy before the term started, since she guessed he would be one of her students...but it didn't hurt to gain some respect. Buffy would remember him, and she was sure that mini-Spike wouldn't forget her either.
"Let...go...of me!"
"Fine. Just one question. Can you fly?" Buffy asked sweetly, before she sent him flying, letting him land on some sacks full of garbage.
When Draco got up, a banana-shell in his hair, he ran as fast as he could away from them.
"Go Buffster." Xander whistled.
"I shouldn't have done that." Buffy said, regret in her voice.
"Yes, Buffy. You are my new Yoda, my new hero, my new - "
"- I really shouldn't have done that!" Buffy interrupted Andrew, looking slightly disgusted.
Then she smiled.
"Can't deny it was fun, though."
The twins came out from the shop.
"Buffy!"
"Princess Buff!"
"We have never - "
" - ever - "
" - found a professor cool - "
" - except for Lupin - "
" - or Moody - "
" - who wasn't Moody - "
" - YOU - "
" - are - "
" - our - "
" - new - "
" - HEROINE!"
Buffy laughed.
A/N: Well, that was it! Hope you liked it! I think this is the longest or almost longest chapter yet.
Anyway, REVIEW! And I special thanks to Cece, i.e. Willow Evenstar, who gave me the idea of a flying Drake)
/Ida