Out of the Blue
Chapter 2 – American hot blondie.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything…
RATING: PG-13 (T) to R (M) - violence, language, angst, horror, mild sexual interactions, etc. If you can watch BTVS/AtS and read HP, I doubt you'll have any problem with this story.
TIMELINE: Takes place after season two in BTVS, and during the marauders last year at Hogwarts.
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. Life sucked for Buffy Summers. After taking her refuge to LA, she had hoped she would finally have some of that peace the Hellmouth couldn't provide. She should have known she was hoping for the impossible. When she gets propelled into another dimension, her life changes forever - but is it for the better or for worse?
CENTRAL PAIRING: Buffy/Remus
OTHER PAIRINGS: James/Lily, Sirius/OC
Special Thanks to: My Beta - CharmedChick
"Ooops?" Buffy said, before sitting up, slowly, checking herself, making sure nothing was broken.
"Arms and legs still intact…" she muttered, and moved her hands to her head.
"Ouch..." Buffy muttered, as her fingers came in contact with a bump. Thanks to her Slayer healing, it would probably be gone in a few minutes, butit still hurt like hell...She made a grimace as she threw away a piece of bacon, which had been hanging from her hair. She shuddered, and then she remembered the people around her. She cast them a quick glance. They didn't look dangerous…only strange. They wore robes of some kind. Hmm...maybe 'fashion' was a word that didn't exist here?
Buffy started to move down from the - well, she guessed it was a dinner table…a very…large dinner table.
"Umm…" Buffy looked around, until her eyes found some other people…people pointing stick things at her. Her first thought was that they were stakes, really lame ones, of course, but as she looked closer, she realised they probably weren't, since they were too tiny, and looked too fragile. They looked more like…sticks.
"Umm…can anybody tell me where I am?" She asked nervously. Her eyes settled on an old person, with a lilac robe, silver beard and half-moon spectacles. Her first thought was that he looked kind - not evil, which was a big plus. The man stared at her for a second.
"May I have your name first, and who you are?"
Buffy looked surprised for a moment, until she realized he had every right to ask any questions he wanted. After all, she was the one that had shown up uninvited.
"Oh! My bad – I'm Buffy Summers."
"And you are?"
Buffy looked startled for a moment, until she realized what he asked.
"Oh…erm…human…and so are you…obviously."
Buffy inwardly cringed at herself. That answer - well, in lack of better words - it sucked.She looked worriedly at the man, but to her surprise, he smiled, and lowered his…stick-thingy - whatever it was.
"Yes, how silly of me not to realize that you're human."
First, Buffy thought he made fun of her, but then she heard that he chuckled, so obviously he found her answer amusing.
"You, my dear…was it Miss Summers?"
When Buffy nodded, he continued.
"You, Miss Summers, are, for the moment at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Buffy stared at him for a moment, until she exclaimed:
"Get out!" The man with the beard, and everyone else looked confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry…what?"
Buffy blinked. These guys apparently weren't American...they acted more like Giles... Slowly, she started a realization formed inside her head. slowly grew in her head. They were English. She was in England.
"As I said," the man continued, as Buffy tried to get over her shock. "You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster."
Buffy let the words sink in, and when they did, she let out a squeal of delight.
"A magic school?" Inwardly, she was already grinning. This was what she wanted - a new start. She needed this.
"You are not confused, my dear? You knew magic existed?"
Buffy looked at Dumbledore strangely.
"Of course I knew it existed! I just haven't met anyone else who knew about it but me! If you don't count the Scoobies…" She added under her breath, suddenly sad as she remembered her friends. She felt bad about leaving without saying anything. She told herself she would call them as soon as she got hold of a phone...or even better, a plane ticket and money.
"Umm…is this England?" Buffy asked hesitantly, and Dumbledore smiled.
"Yes, it is, Scotland, in fact."
"Oh, cool. I've never been in England before. My watcher is from here but I've never…" Buffy suddenly stopped as she remembered her mentor and, with time, dear friend and father figure. She started to feel bad again.
'Giles...how I've failed you...you must be so disappointed in me...'
Dumbledore interrupted her in her thoughts of self-pity by bringing her back to reality.
"Excuse me, did you say 'watcher'?"
Buffy blinked. Had she really said that? Damn. She gulped.
Dumbledore looked curiously at her for a moment, until he spoke again.
"Miss Summers, I would very much like to continue this conversation in my office. But I am certain you are hungry, so if you sit down at the table, you can have something to eat.
Miss Evans?" Professor Dumbledore said, and Buffy turned her head to look at the redhead who had stepped forward.
"Yes, professor?"
'She reminds me about Willow,' Buffy thought, 'except Willow's hair isn't so thick, and it has a lighter tone of red…'
At the thought of Willow, she found herself feeling - if it was possible - even worse than before. How could she just leave them like that...With no explanation? Okay, so she was hurting...that didn't give her any right to hurt her friends... She missed them...
Xander, with his jokes and fast comments, Willow, with her shyness and babbling, Giles, with his stability and wiping of glasses and obsession with tea, Oz, with his philosophic attitude…hell, she even missed Cordelia! Her snobby, rich self was hard to ignore. And then there was Angel…She had killed him. The only man she'd ever really loved...he was dead...All because of her. She swallowed hard, and blinked furiously away the tears that threatened to fall. She took a deep breath. No. She wouldn't cry. She would deal...later. But right now, she would be happy Buffy. Not mopey Buffy. She forced herself back to reality.
"...Miss Evans, I would like you to accompany Miss Summers to my office after she has finished dinner, if you would be so kind…?"
"Of course, Professor," the girl said, and Dumbledore clapped his hands.
"Well then, now that that's settled, why don't we all return to our food!"
As everyone sat down again, Dumbledore continued to speak.
"Mr Potter, Mr Black, Mr Pettigrew and Mr Lupin, I would like you to come with me to my office, if you've finished dinner?"
Buffy turned to look at the boys professor Bubble…Dumle…Dubble…whatever his name was, had spoken to. Her eyes settled down on each boy; one of them had glasses and messy black hair that stuck up at the back. Very handsome, if you liked that kind of look.
The second was a little bit taller than the first one - his face was surrounded by dark hair, which fell into his eyes and almost reached his shoulders. He reminded her of Angel, except that Angel's hair was shorter, and Angel was of a more stocky built...She swallowed again. Were the PTB:s teasing her? Why else would a reincarnation of her lover be here...? Then she told herself it was ridicules. When she looked closer, she realised he actually didn't have anything in common with Angel, except the dark hair. She must be daydreaming...or she was going crazy...Probably the last one.
She took a deep breath, and turned to the third boy, who was rather short and fat - his hair was a rather mousy-colour, a pointy nose and small watery eyes. Buffy felt a shiver go down her spin when she looked at him - he gave her a bad vibe, and she hastily moved her eyes away from him, to the last boy, and she felt herself struggle to hold in a gasp.
He had reallylight-brown hair, almost with a golden feel to it, speckledwith different shades of blonde, which seemed to grow a little like it wanted to be over his head, but it wasn't messy, like the first boy's hair, or long, like the second one. It was more of the airy way, not too messy, or too long, or too thick. Just that kind of hair you dreamed to draw your fingers through, and never let go of.
His eyes held a strange amber colour, and Buffy was sure that if she looked into them, she would drown. She had a feeling they had both light and dark, both sorrow and happiness, both deep and ease…almost the same things she saw in her own eyes every time she looked into a mirror. How she knew, she didn't know, but she just knew it. It was those kind of eyes that you didn't find on any guy, except this one.
All rational thoughts flew out of the window. All thoughts of friends, family and villains turned to smoke. All thoughts of past, present and future disappeared. All thoughts of her surroundings faded away, and she was alone, with him.
Buffy wasn't aware of that she was staring, until someone nudged her in the side. She slowly tore her look away from the boy and turned her head to the interruption, blinking furiously. She had to focus really hard on the girl in front of her to stop her head from turning back to the boy.
"Umm…Buffy, was it?" The girl asked, and smiled.
"Oh, yeah…umm…Evans?"
"Lily. Lily Evans," the girl said, and smiled.
"Oh, right...Of course. So…you're English." Buffy asked, feeling incredibly stupid. She was still in a half daze, but felt herself slowly connect back to reality.
"Yeah. And you're American?" The girl stated.
Buffy groaned.
"Is that obvious?"
Lily nodded.
"A little obvious, yes. Do you not like being American?" She then asked, mistaking her groan for disliking.
"Oh, I love it," Buffy assured her. "It's just that, if everyone knows that I'm from America, all these people are gonna ask me all these questions, and I'm just not ready to answer them yet. I can almost hear it; 'have you been to Disneyland?' 'What about Hollywood? Seen any movie stars?'"
Lily laughed, and then quieted.
"What's Disneyland?"
Buffy looked shocked.
"You don't know what Disneyland is?"
Lily smiled and shook her head.
"I'm not so familiar with the muggle-world. Sure, I grew up muggle, but I don't have any big sources of information from outside of England…"
Buffy looked at her strangely.
"Mug-what?"
The next half an hour was spent explaining to Buffy the differences between the non-magical and the magical-world, plus a 'little' more about Hogwarts and magical history. Buffy found herself liking the girl immediately - she reminded her of Willow...but she was still different. One - she didn't babble. Two - she didn't date a musician/werewolf (at least not to her knowledge). Three - she didn't seem even a little insecure on herself, while Willow had had big trouble with her self-esteem when Buffy met her. All in all, the girl was a good company. She wasn't her best friend, but Buffy definitely liked her.
When the marauders stepped into the office, James and Sirius were talking excitedly about the new girl that had appeared out of nowhere. Peter seemed to listen with interest, and Remus tried to seem ignorant, although he hung on to every word they said.
"…What do you think, Prongs? Does she seem like a prankster?" Sirius asked, almost jumping on the spot.
James rolled his eyes, but smirked.
"I don't know, I haven't spoken to her…but she seemed alright. Was she American?"
He turned to Peter, who shrugged.
"How would I know? Ask Moony."
James turned to Remus.
"What do you think, Moony? American?"
Remus rolled his eyes.
"Obviously, yes."
"Ha! Told you so!" James said triumphant to Sirius, and this time it was his turn to roll his eyes.
"Does it matter if she's English or American? The question is; can she play pranks?"
"I would say yes," Peter quipped, "she seemed funny."
"Yeah. And blonde." Sirius added, like that settled it.
"Does it matter if she's blonde or not?" Remus sighed, and raked his fingers through his hair. He didn't like how the others talked about her like she was an object without a will of her own.
"Sorry, Moony," Sirius said. "But she is hot!"
"Again, does it matter?" Remus spoke up again. He was slowly losing his temper.
"We don't even know who she is or if she's going to stay."
"Oh, I hope she will. After all, she is hot…" Sirius said.
"And as I said, does it matter?" Remus said, raising his voice a bit. Sirius looked amused, and smirked.
"Ooh…I think our dear Moony has a crush…" He teased, and Remus felt how his face started to redden a little. Not out of embarrassment, but of anger. James got this, but not Sirius.
"Oi, Prongs, he blushes!" Sirius teased.
"I think our dear Moony has a crush on the new American hot blondie…"
"Does 'hot' and 'blonde' consist of your entire vocabulary, or do you know something else?" Remus finally asked, hoping to end this stupid conversation.
"No, I know another one - HOTTER!" Sirius continued.
James watched how the little argument continued for a moment, until Sirius said something that made James raise his eyebrows - it did go a little too far - and Remus exploded in fury.
James saw Sirius look slightly taken back by Remus' outburst but how he kept teasing and 'fighting' anyway, and James shook his head. Sirius wasn't going to win this argument.
Remus wasn't a person who lost his temper very often, but when he did, he did it for a reason, and he did it with fire - the wolf came out to play, and during these moments…well, James didn't want to be on his bad side during those. Sirius had no idea what he had gotten himself into…James did - he and Remus had argued once in their sixth year, about how James treated Snape, and how he just expected Lily to be alright with that. Remus had been mad (well, for a good reason - some of James arguments were really thick-headed), and James hadn't been able to face Remus for a week afterwards. James almost felt sorry for Sirius - but only almost. It was kind of fun to watch…
"…Oh, just admit it, Moony! She is hot, and you have a HUGE crush on her!"
"I do not! You are just so…!"
"Moony has a cru-ush, Moony has a cru-ush…!" Sirius said in singsong voice. Peter watched them admirably, almost wetting his pants from the excitement.
Remus felt all his anger boiled up to the surface, but before he was able to release it, Dumbledore interrupted them (lucky for Sirius).
"As much as I find this conversation highly amusing," he said from his chair behind his desk, "I am afraid that we should discuss the reason I asked you to come here."
Remus hastily straightened up, and pressed down his frustration and anger, saving it for a later moment when he could release it - a moment not in front of the headmaster. But before he answered, he gave Sirius a sharp and angry look, which made him shiver a little. The argument obviously wasn't over, and Sirius didn't like it.
'Maybe teasing Moony wasn't such of a good idea…'
"Of course, professor. We are very sorry."
Dumbledore smiled. He had enjoyed listening to some parts in their argument, but had stopped it before it went too far - he would very much like Mr Black to live for the rest of the term.
"Apology accepted. Now, the reason I called you here, is that I am sure you are all awar of thatVoldemort is rising," he said, as he popped a lemon drop into his mouth. Peter flinched, and the other three marauders blinked, but apart from that didn't move.
"As I'm sure you understand, it would be a disaster if he came to power. During this summer,I have gathered a small amount of people, willing to sacrifice and do everything in order to stop Voldemort, and I am right now looking for more recruits."
James was the first to speak.
"Am I right when I believe you are considering us, professor?" he asked, and Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes I do. But I want you to think it through carefully.I am not expecting a straight answer from any of you. Iwant to give you all the chance to think aboutit. This is not something to take lightly. I want you all to think about my offer through the year, and I will approach you once more after you've graduated with the same offer, when you can be official or real members. I will also ask Miss Evans to join, along with some others."
"Well, you can count on me sir," James said, no doubt visible in his voice, his hazeleyes sparkling with determination. "I'm in."
"I'm there too," Sirius said, and Remus nodded in agreement. Dumbledore smiled.
"Good, very good...but I still want you to thi - "
Suddenly, it knocked on the door, and Lily stuck in her head.
"Headmaster, I've brought Buffy Summers. She's waiting outside."
"Oi, Evans! Have you decided to give Prongs a chance this year!" Sirius asked, and Lily rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything…in fact, they could have sworn she smiled, and the marauders were really shocked at this.
"Excellent, excellent…send her in, will you? You should come as well." Dumbledore said.
Lily nodded, and said something to Buffy, who obviously stood waiting outside, and she went into the office, slightly nervous.
"Umm…hi!"
"Miss Summers. Welcome. Please, take a seat," professor Dumbledore said, and gestured toward the empty seat in front of his desk.
"I would very much like to go directly to the point, but first I believe some introductions is in order…I assume you have spoken to Miss Evans?"
"Yes, Lily's really nice," Buffy said. "She explained some things about the castle for me. I have to say - moving portraits - stands very high on my cool-list."
Dumbledore chuckled.
"I am glad you have enjoyed your stay this far. Now, Mr Potter, would you be so kind and start with the introductions…"
"…Of course!" The boy with messy black hair said.
"I'm James Potter, captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team…did Evans explain to you about Quidditch?"
"Briefly…"
"Oh, good. Anyway, you can also call me Prongs," he continued.
"Prongs. Right." Buffy said, and James smiled.
"My name is Sirius Black, but mostly Padfoot by my friends!" The other boy with black hair said, and when Buffy looked closer, she saw that he also had gray eyes. Another thing he and Angel did not have in common - Angel had dark brown. She didn't know whathad been going onin her headwhen she thought Angel and Sirius looked alike.
"Nice to meet you…"
"I am also a proud member of the Marauders of Hogwarts!"
"Marauders…?" Buffy looked confused.
"That's us!" The boy called James said, and grinned.
"Oh…" Buffy said,and turned to the small, fat boy.
"I'm…I'm Peter Pettigrew…Wormtail."
"Hi…"
'Why did they gave him such of a horrible nickname…? Not that I can say it doesn't suit him, 'cause it does…'
Buffy turned the last boy - the boy with amber eyes, whom she had instantly liked and felt connected with as soon as she set eyes on him.
"I'm Remus Lupin, also called Moony."
"Hi!" Buffy said, a little too happy. 'God, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this…? I should mourn over Angel...so why...?'
But Buffy found she slowly drowned in the boy's – Remus' eyes, and forgot about anything else, until someone coughed a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry. What?" Buffy said, not aware of that someone - Dumbledore had spoken.
He smiled, like he knew what she had been thinking.
"I was just wondering how you came to land in my school?"
"Oh…erm…I guess since this is a magical-school it won't seem strange if I tell you that I fell – well, technically - I went - into a portal."
"Really? And why did you do this, Miss Summers?" Professor Dumbledore asked, and watched her curiously over his glasses.
"Erm…well, you noticed my little slip in the Hall?"
"Yes, I did."
"Well, you didn't seem unfamiliar with the word 'watcher', so I guess I can tell you that I'm the Slayer."
"The Slayer?" Lily asked. "As in Vampire Slayer? She's a myth!"
"I am?" Buffy asked, surprised.
"Yes, it is a story often told to small children so they can sleep safely at night," professor Dumbledore continued. "But I see now this is completely wrong."
"Well, where I come from, no one has heard of her at all, so I guess this is a step in the right direction…" Buffy mumbled, and Dumbledore chuckled.
"I see…where are you from, Miss Summers?"
"America, which I'm sure you've guessed already…I'm from California, LA, but I live in Sunnydale, also known as the Hellmouth."
"The Hellmouth…?"
"Yeah. Heard of it?" Buffy looked at him curiously.
"Yes, I have, but I had no idea it was located in America…Sunnydale, you said?"
"Yup. Small town. I moved there in 1997.
"1997? My dear, I am afraid that is not possible." Dumbledore looked at her seriously over his half-moon glasses.
"What do you mean?"
"It is only 1977."
Buffy stared at him. How was this possible? She wasn't even born until 1981!
"What?"
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