Title: All You Need is Faith.
Author: Knife Hand
Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated
Spoilers: None.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own either Buffy or Harry Potter.
Summary: In desperation, with the threat of Dolores Umbridge hanging over his head, Dumbledore reaches out to find a new DADA Professor. What he gets is a survivor, a warrior and a rebel… who can't do magic. But maybe this Dark Slayer is exactly what Hogwarts needs.
Most of the Fifth Year Gryffindors, particularly the Pure Bloods, felt a bit uncomfortable in the PT Uniforms they were wearing as they made their way towards the Great Hall for their third Defence lesson of the year. The uniform was the same for both sexes, with a pair of soft red shorts, a red exercise t-shirt with gold sleaves, red and gold striped socks and running shoes. There were more than a few surreptitious glances by the boys at the girls as the PT Uniforms were more revealing than standard robes. Just before they reached the hallway to the Great Hall they met up with the Fifth Year Hufflepuffs who were also in their PT Uniforms with the red and gold replaced by yellow and black. Harry, wondering what the Professor had planned for them and not wanting to get in trouble with Hermione, kept his eyes forward, though he did notice that Susan Bones had quite a nice figure. Ron, unfortunately, was not as subtle as Harry and was openly staring at a couple of Hufflepuff girls until Hermione cuffed him sharply over the head. Upon reaching the doors to the Great Hall, which were closed, the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were met by the Ravenclaws, in blue and bronze PT Uniforms, and the Slytherins, in their green and silver PT Uniforms.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco asked with a sneer.
"We got Defence Class." Harry replied.
"No, Potter, we have DADA now." Draco replied.
"Actually." A voice interrupted from a side corridor. "You all have Defence Class now."
All of the Fifth Year students turned and stared in shock at Faith who was standing there, dressed in black shorts, black tank top and running shoes.
"Right, all of you, inside." Faith ordered.
"It's closed." Malfoy said, pointing to the door.
"Did any of you try opening it, 'cause it ain't locked." Faith said, pushing the doors open with one finger. "Right, come on."
The Fifth Years followed the Professor into the Great Hall. All of the house tables had been removed and it was now simply a big, empty space with a platform at one end where the Staff table usually stood. The students gathered in clusters based around their houses as Faith stood in front of them.
"I graded your homework. Pathetic, most of you. Insulting even." Faith said, her voice hard and calm and more cutting than if she yelled. "While I may not do Magic I do have a basic grasp of Latin, and I did ask the other Professors for a list of spells you have been taught. Malfoy, you were stupid enough to actually write that you would use the tripping jinx to trip someone. Granger had some interesting ideas and Potter's was quite devious. Bones' answer was something a few friends of mine would do, and there were one or two other decent answers. I am deeply disappointed in the Ravenclaw students though. You are supposed to be smart and the only one in your House who came up with a truly creative idea was a Fourth Year who was not even issued the assignment as homework, instead did it for fun."
"This class is pathetic." Draco said under his breath, but not low enough for Faith's Slayer hearing to miss.
"Malfoy." Faith barked. "Front and centre. That means get up here."
Draco made his way out in front of the class as instructed.
"I understand you think you are better than everyone else here." Faith said. "I assume you have your wand on you."
"Yeah." Draco said.
"Good. Stay there." Faith said, as she moved to a point ten feet from Draco. "I am completely unarmed. I want you to attack me. Use any spell you like."
This caused a wave of surprised muttering through the class and a feral grin to appear on Draco's face. Draco began rattling off spells, pausing for a second between each one, mostly spells learnt at Hogwarts but including one or two spells that only a few of the Slytherins recognised. For the first six spells, Faith simply made the most minimal movement needed to avoid the spell hitting her, then the instant the seventh spell left Draco's wand she was moving and had arrived before he could finish pronouncing his eighth spell, having dodged the seventh during her dash, a plucked Draco's wand out of his hand before pulling it back and pushing down on his back, forcing him into a bent over position with his right arm held painfully extended behind and above him.
"To all appearances, Malfoy had the advantage. A weapon with stand off capability, what appeared to be a tactical advantage of first strike." Faith said letting Draco up and giving him a nudge back to the Slytherins. "Anyone want to tell me where he went wrong?"
"He let you get close." Susan Bones said. "Anything inside about six feet then the opponent can get to you before you can cast."
"He was pausing between spells." Harry added. "Never let up when going on the offensive. He chose spells almost at random. It is better to link spells, where the last movement of one spell leads directly into the first movement of the next spell."
"He underestimated you." Daphne Greengrass, a Slytherin, said. "He assumed because you did not have a wand then you were not a threat."
"We have a winner." Faith said. "As I have said before, the human body is the most adaptable and reliable weapon you will ever posses, because any other weapon you have can be taken off you. If you know how to fight without weapons, or wands, then you will never be unarmed and, like Malfoy here demonstrated, they will think you are harmless. My job here is to help give you skills to face whatever may come your way. There is no ward that prevents you from delivering a kick to the balls. No disarming spell will stop an elbow to the throat."
"We're Magicals." Theodore Nott, a Slytherin, said with a sneer. "We should not have to stoop to Muggle methods. We're better than that."
"Heil Hitler." Faith said, mockingly. "You're human. Nothing more, nothing less. I could kill every single person in this school if I wanted with one hand tied behind my back. Hell, I know a chick who can, literally, wipe out all life on the planet. She's an old school Wicca, doesn't even need any of those pansy Wands you guys wave around. She even tried to do it once when she thought her lover was dead. It was one of those Muggles that you look down on, a man with no magical ability whatsoever but more courage in his little finger than you have in your entire body, who managed to stop her."
"No way!" Draco Malfoy said. "Muggles are weak and pathetic."
"And this Muggle just kicked your ass." Faith shot back.
"How?" Hermione asked. "How did he stop her?"
"With a power a million times stronger than any spell. And that's all I'm going to say on that, expect to point out that both of them are still alive." Faith said. "Now, let's get down to the lesson. Your Friday class will be PT, that is Physical Training. Today we are going to start simple. After warm up we are going to do laps around the hall."
"Running? Wait until my father hears about this." Draco said.
"If you wish, you are free to leave at any time." Faith said.
About half a dozen Slytherins immediately started walking for the door, only to stop when Faith continued.
"Of course if you do leave, you immediately get a failing grade for both the class for the entire year and your OWLs." Faith informed them. "No appeals, no reviews, no Ministerial Intervention. Just an immediate fail."
Most of the departing Slytherins turned and walked back to the group, until Draco was standing alone, half way to the door. With a grunt, the Malfoy heir turned and returned to the group.
"Good." Faith said, with a predatory grin. "And while we run, I'll explain to you the Chinese concept of Chi."
TBC…
