Disclaimer: Will never own Harry or any of his friend nor Buffy or any of
her friends.
Please review! I like them very much.
Pairings: In previous chapter, I haven't decided on any others yet.
Anyone have any advice for writing Dobby-speak? Can anyone explain to be what a beta reader is?
Note to those wondering about Buffy's past: All will be revealed in time, my pretties. I'm in the middle of rewriting the next several chapters, but I will explain what happened. It just might be a lil bit.
Chapter 4: A Day's Lessons
Buffy once again woke up to Dobby's smiling face. "Is this how you'll wake me up every morning, Dobby?" she asked grumpily.
Dobby nodded happily and replied, "Unless you tells me different, I will wakes you up each and every morning. Do you not like it?"
"No, no, Dobby. I enjoy having a living alarm clock versus a stupid electronic one."
Dobby began to tell her, "Professor Lupin has told me that he would like you to meet him in the DADA room for breakfast. You has slept through the staff breakfast. In fact, most of the staff did. Head Elf Tinchy refuses to make Staff Breakfast later in summer. Professor Snape has not even awakened yet."
"Dobby, give me twenty minutes to get ready to go."
Dobby grinned and told her, "I can take care of that. You wants the red robes?" Buffy nodded slightly then Dobby snapped his fingers and Buffy was spun in a circle and clothing flew onto her while a brush put her hair up neatly. "Now you is ready."
"How did you do that?" Buffy asked, astonished at the effortlessness of the spell.
"House Elves have magic especially to help their masters. But Dobby is a free elf, but I still have my powers," Dobby explained.
Buffy shrugged and waved her hand, thinking about her cane. And there it was in her hand. "What the Hell?"
Dobby was quivering with excitement as he told her, "The Headmaster told Dobby that this was likely to happen. He said that once you begins to understand magic, you would be able to do Wandless Magics beyond what the Wizarding World had ever seen." Dobby said this with a reverence that Buffy related to a freaky cult.
"Okay, Dobby, let's go to the Defense room," Buffy said, ready to head out into her first lesson in the ways of magical DADA.
When Dobby and Buffy arrived at the DADA room, Lupin was munching on a breakfast of an English muffin with a glass of pumpkin juice. "Buffy, please, have anything you want, Dobby has already assured me that anything is available," he told her.
Buffy asked Dobby, "Could I have a banana?" With two quick pops, Dobby appeared in front of her with a banana and a cup of tea. Then he disappeared. Buffy took ten silent minutes to consume half the banana and all of the tea. "Okay, Remy, let's get started."
"Have you ever done any wandless magic?"
Buffy smiled, thankful that she knew the answer to this question, and told him, "Yes, just this morning I was thinking how much I'd like to have my cane just fly to me and suddenly it appeared in my hand. Dobby told me that it was wandless magic."
"Excellent, excellent, this will be far easier with you being able to do such things. Now, apparently you've read basic DADA theory. So pretty much, I'm just going to let you explore some of the basic shields, curses, and hexes to understand how they all work. I'm going to put up a shield and you're going to try to curse me with the Expelliarmus," Remus instructed.
Buffy moved to the middle of the room and Remus muttered a spell to put a up a shield. Using the correct hand motions and pronounciation, she yelled, "Expelliarmus!" The light of the curse was not the normal blue it was meant to be but a streak of blinding gold light, which was not fazed by Lupin's shield. Seconds later, Remus's wand was in Buffy's hand.
"Bloody hell, Buffy, you have more power than anyone in documented history. That was the strongest shield in the Wizarding World, it can even block Tormenta's and Imperius's. And you broke it. With nearly no training!" Remus was bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas.
Buffy shrugged and griped, "Can't I ever just have normal powers?"
The rest of the lesson was spent testing the level of power in her curses and hexes. They soon found that Buffy didn't even need the true incantation, she just needed to be able to picture what happened. "Remy, can you help me do some transfiguration?" she asked at the end of class.
Remus looked terrified but replied, "As we've already found out, you don't need the actual incantations. Why don't you just try, um, willing the object to change to what you want. Your subconscious imagination is drawn upon to form the personal details."
"So I could transfigure things into something else?" Buffy asked.
"You could try."
Buffy pulled out a small coin from one of her pockets. A Muggle coin, so it had no value anymore. After placing it on a table, she held her hand over it and closed her eyes. A pale scarlet light radiated from beneath her hand for a second. When she drew her hand away, in it's place remained a tattered stuffed pig.
Buffy turned to Remus, who was barely containing his laughter, and told him, "It's Mr. Gordo. I've had him since I was really little. But he was destroyed along with the rest of my things. So now I have him back." She slid the pig into a pocket of her robes and announced, "I think Severus is waiting for me in the dungeons and I would hate to disrespect his kindness by being late. Thank you so much for your help, Remy. Adios." With that, Buffy turned and headed out of the room.
Severus was waiting in the dungeons with a simple cauldron and several ingredients. "Ah, Buffy, you are on time. Perhaps the first I've seen be here actually early in all my years of teaching. I trust you brought your Potions book?"
Buffy whipped out a first-year potions book and said, "Yup, Sevvy, I got it."
"How much have you read of it?"
"Quite a bit, actually," Buffy began, "I read the first half it last night. It was really quite interesting. If only I would have ha some of the Potions during my time in Sunnydale."
Severus's face only showed one moment of astonishment at the girl's interest in the hated subject before he continued, "Today we will be brewing a basic healing potion. It is called Salud Forte. What can you tell me about it?"
"Salud Forte was invented by this wacky Moor wizard four hundred years ago. Instead of most healing potions, which have mojo of their own, Salud Forte just gives someone's natural healing a lil jumpstart."
"While I find your use of words bizarre," Severus told her, "Your description is quite accurate. Now do you think you can brew it successfully?"
Buffy moved over to the work station and began chopping ingredients. It was like all those days when she had volunteered to help Willow with her potions. Every ingredient was carefully measured and added when necessary. Thirty minutes later, Buffy was finished.
"That was tolerable, Buffy. What would have happened if I had added shredded hippogriff claw?"
"I would have been turned into a crispy fritter."
"What about a drop of vampire blood?"
Buffy grinned and told him, "Double-whammy strength potion." She went about bottling and labeling her potion. Then she cleaned the cauldrons as Severus continued to ask her questions referring to the potion. "Oops, Sev, look at the time! It's time for lunch and I have to talk to Dumbledore about a few things, so thank you so much for your help! Can we do this again tomorrow?" Buffy gave the stoic Potions Master a hug and then hurried off towards the Great Hall.
Half an hour later, Buffy had finished her conversation with Dumbledore and was talking to Minerva when Severus finally entered the Great Hall for lunch. And he was smiling. Not a great big smile, but instead of the usual gloom that his face held, Severus seemed to carry an air of happiness. "I haven't seen Severus like that since he got accepted to train with Gawain Koppel when he graduated from Hogwarts!" Minerva told Buffy, "Whatever you're doing to him, keep it up. It does wonders for him." Buffy smiled and returned to picking at her bowl of soup.
Meanwhile, Severus had taken a seat next to Dumbledore and began asking him questions. "Buffy is not the ditz that she appears to be," Severus told him.
"No, Severus," Dumbledore chuckled, "Buffy has seen far too much to be a ditz. She is somewhat akin to Harry in her view of the world."
"I have never seen someone who is so adept at understanding the reactions of magical ingredients within potions."
Dumbledore explained, "Rupert Giles owns a Magic Shop in California. I daresay that Buffy spent quite a bit of time working there. Things related to magic are probably easier for her to understand than for most of us because she is a part of her magic. The rest of us hold power within us and use wands to channel that magic, but Buffy, she is part of it and can draw upon the magic of all good things."
"How very interesting."
By lunch, every staff member in the castle had heard of Buffy's control of magic in the DADA room. So, when she went down to the Quidditch pitch with Minerva, six other professors were there to watch. Buffy could only identify four of them: Flitwick, Snape, Dumbledore, and Hagrid. "Buffy, command the broom 'up,'" Minerva instructed.
Buffy smirked and held her hand out and closed her eyes. The broom flew into her hand. Minerva did the same to her broom and demonstrated how to slowly mount the broom and fly in a low circle around the Pitch. Buffy followed her lead. "Minerva, this is so wonderful!" Buffy shrieked.
Minerva turned around and, seeing her pupil having no trouble at all, launched into a series of turns. Buffy followed her unerringly. So she sped up and rose higher and higher. The Slayer followed her and then streaked past her in a completely vertical line. So Minerva removed the object that she always kept in her pocket: a Golden Snitch. "Buffy, catch this!" she yelled to the figure streaking across the sky in a blur of scarlet robes as she released the tiny golden ball.
Buffy launched herself at the Snitch and pushed the Starlight broom to its limits, actually catching up with the enchanted ball that was trying to escape her. Her fingers grasped the Snitch and then released it again. This time the Snitch tried a different technique. It hurtled towards the ground. Fearlessly, the blonde followed the Snitch down so low. The Snitch turned just so that Buffy could turn and follow it, the ends of her robes dragging on the ground. Again, the Snitch could not outrun Buffy and the Starlight racing broom. When she finally landed after catching the Snitch twice more, Flitwick ran up to her and squeaked as he applauded, "Miss Summers, that was the best flying I've ever seen. Even in the World Cup. And on a Starlight no less. An infamously difficult to control model. Men die racing them in straight lines. And you handled it like a Firebolt."
"It's reflexes, Mr. Flitwick. Carefully honed over eight years on the Hellmouth," Buffy told him, then she began babbling, "Of course, I wish said reflexes would have revealed themselves when I was driving a car. Or during any of the five times I took the test."
Minerva walked up and told Buffy, "If you wanted, my dear, you could play for any Quidditch team in the world."
Buffy smiled, embarrassed at all the attention she was getting. She escaped from the Pitch as quickly as she could, choosing to hole up in her room to read through 101 Great Defensive Curses. When she finally arrived at dinner that evening, Buffy sat next to Dumbledore while she asked him a few questions.
"Headmaster, when do the students come back?" she asked, having realized during the day that she had only a vague idea.
Dumbledore replied, "Next week. Ten days from today."
"Well then," Buffy said, pushing back from the table and standing up, "I'd better get crackin'. I have seven years' worth of DADA and Potions books to read by then." She limped out of the Great Hall.
Please review! I like them very much.
Pairings: In previous chapter, I haven't decided on any others yet.
Anyone have any advice for writing Dobby-speak? Can anyone explain to be what a beta reader is?
Note to those wondering about Buffy's past: All will be revealed in time, my pretties. I'm in the middle of rewriting the next several chapters, but I will explain what happened. It just might be a lil bit.
Chapter 4: A Day's Lessons
Buffy once again woke up to Dobby's smiling face. "Is this how you'll wake me up every morning, Dobby?" she asked grumpily.
Dobby nodded happily and replied, "Unless you tells me different, I will wakes you up each and every morning. Do you not like it?"
"No, no, Dobby. I enjoy having a living alarm clock versus a stupid electronic one."
Dobby began to tell her, "Professor Lupin has told me that he would like you to meet him in the DADA room for breakfast. You has slept through the staff breakfast. In fact, most of the staff did. Head Elf Tinchy refuses to make Staff Breakfast later in summer. Professor Snape has not even awakened yet."
"Dobby, give me twenty minutes to get ready to go."
Dobby grinned and told her, "I can take care of that. You wants the red robes?" Buffy nodded slightly then Dobby snapped his fingers and Buffy was spun in a circle and clothing flew onto her while a brush put her hair up neatly. "Now you is ready."
"How did you do that?" Buffy asked, astonished at the effortlessness of the spell.
"House Elves have magic especially to help their masters. But Dobby is a free elf, but I still have my powers," Dobby explained.
Buffy shrugged and waved her hand, thinking about her cane. And there it was in her hand. "What the Hell?"
Dobby was quivering with excitement as he told her, "The Headmaster told Dobby that this was likely to happen. He said that once you begins to understand magic, you would be able to do Wandless Magics beyond what the Wizarding World had ever seen." Dobby said this with a reverence that Buffy related to a freaky cult.
"Okay, Dobby, let's go to the Defense room," Buffy said, ready to head out into her first lesson in the ways of magical DADA.
When Dobby and Buffy arrived at the DADA room, Lupin was munching on a breakfast of an English muffin with a glass of pumpkin juice. "Buffy, please, have anything you want, Dobby has already assured me that anything is available," he told her.
Buffy asked Dobby, "Could I have a banana?" With two quick pops, Dobby appeared in front of her with a banana and a cup of tea. Then he disappeared. Buffy took ten silent minutes to consume half the banana and all of the tea. "Okay, Remy, let's get started."
"Have you ever done any wandless magic?"
Buffy smiled, thankful that she knew the answer to this question, and told him, "Yes, just this morning I was thinking how much I'd like to have my cane just fly to me and suddenly it appeared in my hand. Dobby told me that it was wandless magic."
"Excellent, excellent, this will be far easier with you being able to do such things. Now, apparently you've read basic DADA theory. So pretty much, I'm just going to let you explore some of the basic shields, curses, and hexes to understand how they all work. I'm going to put up a shield and you're going to try to curse me with the Expelliarmus," Remus instructed.
Buffy moved to the middle of the room and Remus muttered a spell to put a up a shield. Using the correct hand motions and pronounciation, she yelled, "Expelliarmus!" The light of the curse was not the normal blue it was meant to be but a streak of blinding gold light, which was not fazed by Lupin's shield. Seconds later, Remus's wand was in Buffy's hand.
"Bloody hell, Buffy, you have more power than anyone in documented history. That was the strongest shield in the Wizarding World, it can even block Tormenta's and Imperius's. And you broke it. With nearly no training!" Remus was bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas.
Buffy shrugged and griped, "Can't I ever just have normal powers?"
The rest of the lesson was spent testing the level of power in her curses and hexes. They soon found that Buffy didn't even need the true incantation, she just needed to be able to picture what happened. "Remy, can you help me do some transfiguration?" she asked at the end of class.
Remus looked terrified but replied, "As we've already found out, you don't need the actual incantations. Why don't you just try, um, willing the object to change to what you want. Your subconscious imagination is drawn upon to form the personal details."
"So I could transfigure things into something else?" Buffy asked.
"You could try."
Buffy pulled out a small coin from one of her pockets. A Muggle coin, so it had no value anymore. After placing it on a table, she held her hand over it and closed her eyes. A pale scarlet light radiated from beneath her hand for a second. When she drew her hand away, in it's place remained a tattered stuffed pig.
Buffy turned to Remus, who was barely containing his laughter, and told him, "It's Mr. Gordo. I've had him since I was really little. But he was destroyed along with the rest of my things. So now I have him back." She slid the pig into a pocket of her robes and announced, "I think Severus is waiting for me in the dungeons and I would hate to disrespect his kindness by being late. Thank you so much for your help, Remy. Adios." With that, Buffy turned and headed out of the room.
Severus was waiting in the dungeons with a simple cauldron and several ingredients. "Ah, Buffy, you are on time. Perhaps the first I've seen be here actually early in all my years of teaching. I trust you brought your Potions book?"
Buffy whipped out a first-year potions book and said, "Yup, Sevvy, I got it."
"How much have you read of it?"
"Quite a bit, actually," Buffy began, "I read the first half it last night. It was really quite interesting. If only I would have ha some of the Potions during my time in Sunnydale."
Severus's face only showed one moment of astonishment at the girl's interest in the hated subject before he continued, "Today we will be brewing a basic healing potion. It is called Salud Forte. What can you tell me about it?"
"Salud Forte was invented by this wacky Moor wizard four hundred years ago. Instead of most healing potions, which have mojo of their own, Salud Forte just gives someone's natural healing a lil jumpstart."
"While I find your use of words bizarre," Severus told her, "Your description is quite accurate. Now do you think you can brew it successfully?"
Buffy moved over to the work station and began chopping ingredients. It was like all those days when she had volunteered to help Willow with her potions. Every ingredient was carefully measured and added when necessary. Thirty minutes later, Buffy was finished.
"That was tolerable, Buffy. What would have happened if I had added shredded hippogriff claw?"
"I would have been turned into a crispy fritter."
"What about a drop of vampire blood?"
Buffy grinned and told him, "Double-whammy strength potion." She went about bottling and labeling her potion. Then she cleaned the cauldrons as Severus continued to ask her questions referring to the potion. "Oops, Sev, look at the time! It's time for lunch and I have to talk to Dumbledore about a few things, so thank you so much for your help! Can we do this again tomorrow?" Buffy gave the stoic Potions Master a hug and then hurried off towards the Great Hall.
Half an hour later, Buffy had finished her conversation with Dumbledore and was talking to Minerva when Severus finally entered the Great Hall for lunch. And he was smiling. Not a great big smile, but instead of the usual gloom that his face held, Severus seemed to carry an air of happiness. "I haven't seen Severus like that since he got accepted to train with Gawain Koppel when he graduated from Hogwarts!" Minerva told Buffy, "Whatever you're doing to him, keep it up. It does wonders for him." Buffy smiled and returned to picking at her bowl of soup.
Meanwhile, Severus had taken a seat next to Dumbledore and began asking him questions. "Buffy is not the ditz that she appears to be," Severus told him.
"No, Severus," Dumbledore chuckled, "Buffy has seen far too much to be a ditz. She is somewhat akin to Harry in her view of the world."
"I have never seen someone who is so adept at understanding the reactions of magical ingredients within potions."
Dumbledore explained, "Rupert Giles owns a Magic Shop in California. I daresay that Buffy spent quite a bit of time working there. Things related to magic are probably easier for her to understand than for most of us because she is a part of her magic. The rest of us hold power within us and use wands to channel that magic, but Buffy, she is part of it and can draw upon the magic of all good things."
"How very interesting."
By lunch, every staff member in the castle had heard of Buffy's control of magic in the DADA room. So, when she went down to the Quidditch pitch with Minerva, six other professors were there to watch. Buffy could only identify four of them: Flitwick, Snape, Dumbledore, and Hagrid. "Buffy, command the broom 'up,'" Minerva instructed.
Buffy smirked and held her hand out and closed her eyes. The broom flew into her hand. Minerva did the same to her broom and demonstrated how to slowly mount the broom and fly in a low circle around the Pitch. Buffy followed her lead. "Minerva, this is so wonderful!" Buffy shrieked.
Minerva turned around and, seeing her pupil having no trouble at all, launched into a series of turns. Buffy followed her unerringly. So she sped up and rose higher and higher. The Slayer followed her and then streaked past her in a completely vertical line. So Minerva removed the object that she always kept in her pocket: a Golden Snitch. "Buffy, catch this!" she yelled to the figure streaking across the sky in a blur of scarlet robes as she released the tiny golden ball.
Buffy launched herself at the Snitch and pushed the Starlight broom to its limits, actually catching up with the enchanted ball that was trying to escape her. Her fingers grasped the Snitch and then released it again. This time the Snitch tried a different technique. It hurtled towards the ground. Fearlessly, the blonde followed the Snitch down so low. The Snitch turned just so that Buffy could turn and follow it, the ends of her robes dragging on the ground. Again, the Snitch could not outrun Buffy and the Starlight racing broom. When she finally landed after catching the Snitch twice more, Flitwick ran up to her and squeaked as he applauded, "Miss Summers, that was the best flying I've ever seen. Even in the World Cup. And on a Starlight no less. An infamously difficult to control model. Men die racing them in straight lines. And you handled it like a Firebolt."
"It's reflexes, Mr. Flitwick. Carefully honed over eight years on the Hellmouth," Buffy told him, then she began babbling, "Of course, I wish said reflexes would have revealed themselves when I was driving a car. Or during any of the five times I took the test."
Minerva walked up and told Buffy, "If you wanted, my dear, you could play for any Quidditch team in the world."
Buffy smiled, embarrassed at all the attention she was getting. She escaped from the Pitch as quickly as she could, choosing to hole up in her room to read through 101 Great Defensive Curses. When she finally arrived at dinner that evening, Buffy sat next to Dumbledore while she asked him a few questions.
"Headmaster, when do the students come back?" she asked, having realized during the day that she had only a vague idea.
Dumbledore replied, "Next week. Ten days from today."
"Well then," Buffy said, pushing back from the table and standing up, "I'd better get crackin'. I have seven years' worth of DADA and Potions books to read by then." She limped out of the Great Hall.