Out of the Blue

Chapter 26 – The arrogant prat.

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/Eliza

Special Thanks to: My Beta - CharmedChick


On Christmas day, Remus and Buffy stood in front of the fireplace, about to floo over to James'. Their presents had not been opened, as they wanted to wait until they got to James' place were they could open them together with everyone else. Buffy had been surprised - but pleasantly so - when she'd found both Mr. and Mrs. Lupin had gotten her presents.

Remus threw in a handful of floo-powder in the fire, and then turned to Buffy.

"It's not hard," he said. "Just be careful to say the name loud and clear, and keep your arms by your sides, elbows tucked in, or you may end up in the wrong gate."

Buffy didn't have time to ask what he meant, because Remus had already stepped into the flames.

"The Potter Manor!" Remus screamed. There was a poof, and suddenly, Remus disappeared. Buffy's eyes widened.

"Holy moly..." Buffy muttered.

"Don't worry, dear," Mrs. Lupin said. She and Buffy had gotten quite close after their talk.

"Never travelled by floo-powder before? It is very easy. Throw in the powder, step into the fire, and say the name you want to go to. Be careful so you don't get ashes in your mouth and eyes."

Buffy took a deep breath, and threw in a handful of powder, watching how the flames turned green before stepping inside.

"The Potter Manor!" She said loudly, hoping she wasn't choking. Suddenly, it felt like she was surged into a huge sewer hole. Everything was spinning...the sound around her was almost unbearable, and the swirling green flames made her feel slightly sick. She started to spin faster, faster...and suddenly, the trip was over, and she fell into a heap on fast ground.

She just laid there for a moment, not daring to believe she was actually alive, or that she was lying on a floor - not in the fireplace. She had never been so happy to feel fast mark under her until that moment.

"Buffy? Are you alright?" A voice said, and Buffy looked up, seeing Remus, James, Sirius, Lily and Eliza watching her worriedly. They all looked amused though, and Buffy understood why, as she saw her reflection in a mirror on a wall a bit away from her. Her face was covered in ash, and her clothes and hair were black from all the soot.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said bitingly, sarcasm obvious. "I'd very happy though if you don't talk to me. Remus - you don't think you could have WARNED ME about that flu-thingy?"

Remus winced.

"I am so sorry, Buffy. I forgot to tellyou it's always hard to travel by floo the first time."

Buffy didn't answer, but stuck up her nose in the air, desperately trying to clung to the little bit of dignity she had left. She half walked, half stumbled, across the room, leaving black footprints of soot and ash after her. In the door opening, she turned around.

"Bathroom?"

"Third door to your left," James said. As soon as Buffy disappeared, and they heard a door close with a slight 'bang', they burst out laughing.


Later, when Buffy had changed (no one dared to remind her she was a witch and easily could have Scourgified her clothes) and cleaned up, they all sat down to have dinner with James' parents. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were both very nice, and James was almost an exact copy of his father, although his hazel eyes came from his mother. You could also easily figure out his joking (but stunning) personality came from his father, while his mother was a bit calmer, very nice and kind.

After dinner, they all sat down around a big Christmas tree to open their presents. Buffy was really happy for the dagger Sirius got her (even though Mr. and Mrs. Potter gave her weird looks), and for the clothes from Lily. James got her a broomstick servicing kit, and Peter had left her a bag of candy. From Mr. and Mrs. Lupin Buffy got a box of chocolate (which Remus waspractically drooling over, even though he'd gotten one of his own), and a book on werewolf history.

Buffy had bought Remus chocolate, a book on the myth of the Slayer, and a charmed crystal, which was said to protect the owner from the Dark Arts. She was surprised Remus seemingly hadn't gotten her anything, until he led her away to a corner as the others were admiring their presents.

He looked very uncomfortable, shuffling his feet, and Buffy gave him a worried look.

"Rem?"

Remus took a deep breath.

"I'm not very good at presents - especially not to girls," he said. "Everything I could come up with only seemed silly - it didn't fit with your personality, so if you don't like it, you can just happen to forget it somewhere." He gave her a small present wrapped into dark blue paper.

Buffy smiled at him.

"Nothing you give me can ever be bad," she said, carefully opening the wrapping, revealing a black box. As she opened it, it revealed a golden necklace with a small wolf.

"I know it's silly," Remus hurriedly said, as Buffy didn't say anything. "But I just thought it's kind of a...sign...that you belong to me. And that you will always carry a part of me with you...when you...go back," he finished lamely. Buffy looked up with tears in her eyes. She put her arms around Remus, hugging him tightly.

"It's beautiful. I love it. Thank you. It's so thoughtful of you." She bit her lip. "A part of my heart will always be in Sunnydale, of course...but the other part will always be here, with you. And I'm not sure I'll be ready to leave that part behind when I...have to go."

Remus kissed her softly on the lips.

"We'll deal with it when the time comes...until then...lets just...enjoy the moment, alright?"

Buffy nodded, and Remus lifted his finger, wiping away the tears from her eyes.

"I love you," he said huskily, and Buffy felt her heart warm up. Remus had never told her that before...she smiled.

"I love you too."


James and Lily sat in the sofa in front of the Christmas tree. Remus and Buffy, and Eliza and Sirius had disappeared somewhere, probably to snog, Lily thought. She felt herself having a flashback to when she'd kissed James' in the Great Hall, and she subconsciously licked her lips. She was barely aware of James watching her.

"You're beautiful," James said, and Lily looked up, startled.

"W-what?"

James blushed.

"I mean...eh...you're really pretty. I love your hair..." he blushed again. Lily almost felt like laughing. Here was James Potter, Head-boy, Quidditch-captain, one of the best students in the entire school, the very affection for a big part of the female-population (and since the gay-rumor from the beginning of the year - male population as well), blushing.

"Well...th-thanks. I think." Lily said, uncertainly. It was so much easier to deal with the non-serious side of James - the arrogant prat.

James had trouble breathing.

"I know you think I'm an idiot. And I guess I am," James said. "But I really like you. And I know you don't like me, but maybe we could...you know...go out sometime...so you can...get to know the...eh...the real me?" He said, almost squeaking.

Lily was watching him intensely.

"You're not making fun of me?"

James looked shocked.

"What? No! I would never make fun of you, Lils. I-I really like you. A lot. I can't sleep at night..." He trailed of, looking miserable and blushing terribly.

Lily swallowed. She had no idea James could be so...un-James like. So...sensitive. She kind of liked that side.

"So...what if..." She mumbled quietly, and looked up, meeting his hazel eyes with her green ones.

"...I...liked...you too...?"

Their lips were only inches apart...and they met in a kiss, which made Lily feel like screaming out in happiness. She didn't care this should be wrong. She didn't care she shouldn't like it. She felt James put his arms around her waist, and how his tongue darted across her lower lip. She opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. This was heaven.

Suddenly, she heard someone cough, and Lily's eyes flew open. She and James hastily crawled away from each other, and turned to the door-opening, where Buffy, Eliza, Remus and Sirius stood, grinning madly.

"Oh, don't mind us," Sirius said. "Please continue."

Lily was almost as red as her hair, and when she looked at James, she saw he wasn't much better of.

"I told you so," Eliza smirked.

"So you did," Buffy said. "How much was in the betting-pot in the Gryffindor common-room again?"

James and Lily's eyes widened in shock.

"Twohundredandsixtyseven galleons," Sirius said quickly. He fished up a notebook from his pocket.

"The winner is...oh, look at this - Remus!"

"You were betting on us!" Lily said disbelievingly.

"Yup," Buffy said, grinning. "Come on, Lily, we all knew it was only a matter of time before you'd give up and fall for the Potter charm. And since your kiss in the Great Hall, lots of people have been putting bets."

She pouted a little.

"I put my bet on new year. You couldn't have waited another week before getting together? Remus will be unbearable."

Remus threw an arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry, Buff," he said. "I promise I will buy you something pretty."

Buffy lit up at this, and giggled as she saw James and Lily's expressions. They were both gawking.

"I can't believe my best friends would bet on whether Lily and I would kiss!"

"Well, Jamie," Sirius said, smirking at James scowl. "We all knew it would happen sooner or later. So what's the harm in gaining some money at the same time? I had hoped it would happen January 13 - that's the date I bet on."

"Why January 13?" James asked, eyes narrowed. "Nothing special happens then."

"Oh, I know. That's why I picked it. Someone has to pick the odd dates - and it is a Friday 13, and you always have such a bad luck on these days, so I thought it was time to get lucky for once," he said.

James scowled again.



A/N:
And the stag got his flower! -Does happy dance-

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