"I think we should go to the library & research"
Ron choked on his pumpkin juice, and, after a coughing and spluttering fit, stared wide eyed at Harry. "What?"
Hermione also looked at him quizzically, "Care to elaborate Harry?"
"Yeah mate, you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine guys, I – Ron get out of it!" Harry growled, knocking Ron's hand away from his forehead. "I want to find out everything I can about demons" he continued, his voice considerably quieter than before.
"Like the spells that actually work against them"
"Exactly Ron, Voldemort could strike at any moment, and you guys are the prime targets because-"
"We've been over this before Harry" Hermione said, placing her hand on top of his.
"Yeah, whether you want us there or not, we're with you till the end" Ron added, serious for the first time since school started.
Harry nodded. Swallowing a lump in his throat.
"Let's go then shall we?" said Hermione as she grabbed her bag and stood, then headed out of the great hall. Harry and Ron followed suit, with the red head looking desperately at the chicken leg on his plate.
They entered the library and found a table. Setting their bags on it they headed for the shelves, only for Hermione to stop them.
"Remember, look for anything to do with demons. You know, habitat, different species, stuff like that."
Ron groaned and Harry looked like he beginning to regret even mentioning the library.
Hermione scowled at them. "What if some spells only work on different species. If we don't know what we're up against, then we might as well snap our wands now" She finished, Glaring at them.
Ron, realizing she was right just sighed and headed off for a shelf, mumbling curses under his breath.
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"So Mr. Harris, why have you graced us all with your presence?" The headmaster of Hogwarts asked the young man sitting in front of him.
"Uh…well, you see…" Xander started nervously, wiltering under the glares from both watcher and slayer.
"It's alright Xander, he knows everything," Giles interrupted.
"Phew!" Xander replied. With a grin he reached over and grabbed a lemon drop. Plopping it in his mouth he continued, " Well Faith was out when the owl came with the letter asking her to come here. So, after a bit of biting and scratching on both parts, I managed to get the letter." He paused and puffed out his chest. "And me being the noble and caring person I am, opened it. I remember Faith coming in the room and, realizing the letter was addressed to her, and next thing I know I wake up three days later. Faith's gone, Mel's gone, Gman's gone. So after living on a hellmouth all my life it only took a bit of searching for me to find the three broomsticks. So I went in, ordered a drink, got talking to Hagrid, and that's when the fun started.
:Flashback:
"And Buckbeak, good 'ol Buckbeak. One of-" Hagrid was interrupted when loud cracks filled the room.
Instantly people started screaming as they ran for it. Some managed to apparate away, but many weren't fast enough, and paid for it when a green bolt hit them. Killing them stone dead.
"Deatheaters!" Hagrid growled.
Xander looked over at him, recognizing the name from one of the books he had been given by a drunken wizard. That was a pretty good read too…before it turned into a goblin and tried to kill me. "Hagrid, can you do much magic?"
"A little, why?"
Xander glanced around the pub, suddenly realizing that he, Hagrid, the barmaid and the deatheaters were the only ones left, alive that is. " If you can get her out of here, I'll deal with the ones left over,"
Hagrid looked at him questionably before grinning. "Don't need magic for that!" Hagrid grabbed the barmaid and charged at the deatheaters.
The deatheaters were frightened. It was easily recognizable by the fact that all the spells they shot at the half-giant missed.
Hagrid barreled into 2 of them, sending one crashing to the ground with a sickening crack. The other went flying through the door into the streets, only to be trampled when Hagrid ran across him.
A few ran after Hagrid, while some seemed to think they had a better chance of living if they took out Xander.
His eye widened & he dived behind the counter, narrowly avoiding the barrage of spells. The reductor spell that was shot out collided with the wall behind Xander, destroying it. Xander shielded his face as bits of wood shot out in every direction. Xander looked up as the place began to creak. Oh crap.
Xander risked a glance at the deatheaters, instantly regretting it as more spells were shot at his head. Okay, there's only three, I can do this. He flinched as the sound the walls cracking reached his ears. Realizing he never had much time left, he glanced around wildly. A his lips quirked upwards slightly as he spotted a dusty old broom under the counter. Taking a deep breath, he vaulted over the counter. As soon as his feet touched the ground he dashed forward, leg sweeping one deatheater with the broom, he then rolled forward and swung up, slamming his makeshift bat into the deatheater's jaw. Xander grabbed the deatheater before he hit the ground and used the robed figure as a shield to block a green spell from the last deatheater. Xander shoved the lifeless body aside and hurled the broom at the firer.
The deatheater cackled as the broom crashed harmlessly into the wall beside him.
The laughing stopped suddenly when a fist smashed into the deatheater's nose. As it stumbled back Xander slammed it's head into the wall. Xander glanced behind when he head the building start to collapse. Before he could celebrate a huge hand grabbed him and yanked him out of the building.
"Thanks Hagrid," He muttered, before looking back at the rubble that used to be the three broomsticks.
:End Flashback:
"Ah yes, I've heard reports about what happened, though not quite as thoroughly as you've explained it." Dumbledore said. "It seems I owe you and Hagrid a thankyou."
"Wait! When did all this happen?" Faith asked.
"Uh…sometime today," Replied Xander, sheepishly.
"About 3 hours ago I believe,"
"You don't even know," Faith scoffed, getting a glare from Xander. She completely ignored Dumbldore.
Giles started cleaning his glasses, sensing another argument starting. "Faith! This is neither the time-nor the place," He interrupted, Putting his glasses back on.
"Right, sorry G, Dumbledore. I get a little carried away sometimes," Faith stood and bent over till her and Xander were nose to nose, "we'll finish this later." With that she stalked off.
'Mr. Harris, if you would just wait outside for a moment. Professor Giles and I need to discuss something,"