Disclaimer: See part one for details.
Notes: Okay, I know Hagrid's accent doesn't play out like this in the books but I can't remember what it does look like on paper nor can I recall the sound from the movie. So, I just sort of threw in some lower class Britishness into it. Just go with it unless you have some real corrections for me on that. I just realised I may have slightly messed up everyone's ages a touch, but I'm asking you all to just go with it. I think I meant seventh book not sixth for one thing. Anyhow, thanks to all you wonderful feedbackers and I'm kinda sorry about how short this part is but it's the way things worked out.
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Buffy sent off the email and decided now was the time to see if her guesses about easy exit and entry from the tower were right. She changed out of the robes sending a look of disgust their way, and put on a pair of jeans and one of the new sweaters she'd talked her father into buying her in London. Then she scooped up her slaying bag and climbed onto the window ledge. A moment later she made the drop to the roof beneath her and ran along it until she reached the next step down. A few more easy jumps and she was on the ground at a comfortable jog to the forest.
On entering she quickly noticed how oddly quiet things were there. In Breakers Woods back in Sunnydale there were always the noises of chipmunks and other small animals around you. Here everything was too silent and Buffy slipped a stake out of her bag just to be ready. She had deliberately left her wand behind knowing that she couldn't afford to slip up and draw Dumbledore's attention to her being in the forest. Her night vision was good enough that she didn't need a flashlight or wand's light spell to see her way around and after all, she'd be a pretty crummy slayer if she couldn't handle a quick jaunt in the woods, forbidden or not. Several minutes into the hike Buffy sensed she was being watched. There was an air of menace to whatever it was, but not of evil precisely.
Buffy slowly came to a halt and began to extend her senses outward. She was definitely being watched but whatever it was seemed to be a simple predator and not something that was evil by nature. Very dangerous, but it held no deliberate malice. She slowly began walking again, all senses alert.
"Who are you?" hissed a voice nearby.
She whipped around and began to peer into the darkness. "That depends. Show yourself and I might say," was her cocky reply. A giant spider lowered itself from one of the trees and settled in front of her, eyeing her speculatively.
"Now I have shown myself to you. Who are you and why have you entered the forest?" it asked, mandibles clicking.
A small smile graced Buffy's face. "I was just checking out the lay of the land. As to who I am, I'm just a girl," she told it with a smile. "Now how about you?"
"I am Aragog," it told her. "And my children and I are very hungry." With those words hundreds of large spiders came hurtling out from behind the trees and rapidly surrounded her.
Sighing the Slayer pulled two long knives from her bag and let it fall to the ground. "Okay, I don't wanna have to do this but if this has to be done the hard way . . ." Buffy shrugged and trailed off suggestively.
Instead of attacking as Buffy had feared they would, the spiders all backed away. "You are the Slayer," Aragog said in surprise.
"Yeah," she said somewhat hesitantly.
The spider bowed to her. "We will not harm one whose life is so important to the defeat of evil." It gestured at the other spiders and they vanished into the darkness of the forest as quickly as they had appeared. Aragog's head tilted as it considered her, "We must follow our nature," it informed her gravely.
"I know," Buffy responded. "You're a natural predator on humans. I get it." She sighed. "If I come across any of you guys snacking on people I'll have to stop you y'know."
It nodded. "I know. Why are you here?" it asked.
Buffy shrugged again. "I'm actually going to Hogwarts," she told him. "Although this may suck more than being at home in terms of sneaking out to get vampires and stuff." There was a chagrined look on her face as she said so, and to her surprise the spider chuckled.
"It is unfortunate the wizards do not know of the magics outside their own." There was another pause and then the spider told her, "If you wish to seek your rightful prey there is a small band of demonic vampires hidden in a cave to the east of here. Fare you well Slayer." Then the spider scuttled off into the night leaving Buffy more than a little taken aback.
"Right. Giant spiders and caves full of vampires. Sunnydale eat your heart out," Buffy muttered as she trotted off in the direction indicated. There was indeed a small group of vamps hiding out in the cave and so Buffy did her thing and wiped them out before heading back to the castle to get some sleep. Tomorrow she was going to discover whether she was trading Divination for Care of Magical Creatures or History of Magic. It all depended on if the professor teaching the critter class was better than the history professor. She might have considered Ancient Runes, but the only subject she did worse in than history was any of the foreign languages she'd tried to take.
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The agony had been going on for hours and Angel felt his throat beginning to feel raw from his screams. He had no idea how long he'd been in the dungeon the masked bastards had transferred him to but it already felt like an eternity. Abruptly the pain stopped and his eyes slowly focussed on his surroundings. The room was full of men in the black robes who fell to their knees as a shadowy figure slowly moved into the room. One of the men spoke up. "My Lord."
"What is this?" the figure demanded. "Have you reason to dally with this muggle?"
One figure stood and swiftly moved to the figure who was apparantly the leader, then dropped to his knees again. "My Lord, he is no ordinary muggle fur he has withstood the cruciatus curse for far longer than anyone, wizard or muggle, that I have ever seen." Angel had no notion what exactly this meant, but he suspected that the cruciatus curse the speaker had mentioned was the reason he had been in so much pain. Briefly he wondered if this had anything to do with his own curse but quickly banished all notions of mentioning it to the men before him. Better to wait until he had a better notion of who they were and what they were planning.
As the others continued to speak about spells and curses Angel's mind wandered despite his best attempts to focus on the conversation of the masked men and gather his strength for escape. He closed his eyes as his mind returned to the night he left Sunnydale and how sad she had looked on the docks. From there it was a small step to simply recalling the balm of her presence. He nearly fell into a fantasy of her bursting through the door followed by Giles, Willow, Cordelia and Xander to rescue him. He shook his head slightly to clear the images from it. Unfortunately, the small movement caught the attention of the leader.
"So, you are awake," the man seemed surprised by this and Angel decided to continue playing the role of confused innocent. From what little he had gathered they had no notion as to his true nature and Angel had no desire to correct them yet.
He took a breath and, wincing internally, put a tinge of fear into his voice. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" It pained him to show weakness, but it seemed less wise to try being unconcerned given the disadvantage they had him at.
"Why?" the man chuckled sending a chill down the vampire's spine. "Why because you are a pathetic excuse for a creature and because watching a muggle like you writhe in pain amuses me."
Controlling the eyeroll that threatened at the man's display Angel faked a terrified cringe away from the man and continued to fake cowardice. "W- what's a m-muggle?"
"Someone with no magic in him like you," the man said, his pride in being a magician of some kind evident. "Someone so inferior compared to me that you are vermin to be stamped out before you contaminate the purity of the wizarding community." Angel swallowed a retort that since he wasn't human the whole situation had no bearing on him. Instead he just let himself stare blankly at the megalomaniac in front of him. The move seemed to be exactly what the man expected as he swept his cloak to the side in a dramatic move and began to stride off with a snort and the words, "Stupid muggles can't even understand a simple sentence."
"Who are you?" Angel asked again. This time the horror wasn't faked as the hood was pulled back and the shadowed face pulled into view. It might once have been handsome, but something had happened to twist that face into a horrifying mask.
The mask grinned at his reaction and said, "I am Lord Voldemort." He turned again and swept off. As he began to mount the stairs he said to the others offhandedly, "Continue as you were."
The pain returned and Angel soon found himself screaming again.
Buffy woke screaming for the second night and let sobs overtake her as she realised that whatever was happening to Angel there was nothing she could do.
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Buffy was to start off the morning with a test to see her knowledge of Defense Against Dark Arts. The teacher was nice, middle-aged woman who asked Buffy some questions about various creatures, vampires, werewolves, spell and and curses. Then she set Buffy to deal with a batch of Cornish Pixies and asked her to counter several spells and curses the teacher sent her way. It was fairly unremarkable and Buffy left feeling a little unsure of how she did.
Her next test was on some of the basics of Care for Magical Creatures. Hagrid was a very nice man and despite her fears, Buffy rapidly found herself enamoured of the animals. Many of them crowded around her and she found herself under demand for animal cuddling. "Eh Buffy, it's sor' of a pity yer no' takin' my class this year," Hagrid told her.
"Actually, I'm dropping Divination and switching to this," Buffy replied smiling. "I was just waiting to see whether you were better or worse than Binns." She gave the unicorn in the pen one last cuddle before hopping out.
Hagrid frowned a little, "Is this 'cause o' me bein' part giant an' all?" he asked, looking concerned.
"No!" Buffy hurried to reassure him. "I just meant that I've never been good with animals and I suck a history. So that meant that choosing between the classes was going to mean deciding which professor I liked better." She looked at him anxiously until he smiled at her again and relaxed. They chatted for a couple minutes more until Buffy remembered she had another two tests to go through.
She said a hurried goodbye and scampered for herbology. That she was good at and had no fears about. Intimately connected to Potions as it was Buffy usually did well in it. Finally she headed off for her final exam in Arithmancy. She had some misgivings about taking this class despite her father's assurances that she would do fine. Mainly because he would yap on about how hard he had found the class when he was in school, followed by the cryptic comment that she would definitely do better than he had. On opening the first page of her written test Buffy found out why. It was like a math class from middle school. Things she had learned years ago and no longer had any difficulty with (even if calculus was beyond her) were on the test. By the end of her placement exam Buffy had realised why it was that her father had insisted she would find Arithmancy easy. She'd already done all this stuff in normal school.
She headed up to the tower to check her email and write Willow and her mother.
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Hey Willow!
I just read your letter, and I'm glad to hear about Xander's new hobby. Maybe trailing around after Cordelia like that will keep him from mocking Angel all the time. But that's not the big thing. I need you to talk to Giles and see what he can tell me about slayer dreams. I think Angel's in trouble 'cause I've been having dreams the past two nights and both felt just like the prophetic dreams I've had in the past. Angel's being tortured and there's nothing I can do. I was wondering if Giles could look into connections or something. Something that will tell him whether I'm dreaming about Angel. Could you also look up a spell to see how he is? I know we don't want him traced, but there has got to be something that will tell you whether he's okay or not. I'm just so worried about him.
Are you guys having a good summer? I've finished taking all the tests and stuff and I've figured out which class I'm going to use to replace the original one. The teacher is really nice and I think that even if I don't do well it will be better than history. Of course now I have to head back out and get the new books and trade in the old ones. I really hope the store has a decent return policy.
How is Kendra? Is she fitting in well? It's just that I worry about her. I mean, she is a slayer but Sunnydale isn't Jamaica. She may be homesick or something. Help her for me will you Wills? I know it's asking a lot of you but I really want her to be happy.
I know this is a short letter, but I don't have much to write at the moment. Just give my love to the others and say hi to Kendra for me.
Buffy
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Then she met with Dumbledore to arrange changing classes before having supper. She had another nightmare that night and woke up trying not to scream again. On the whole Buffy was feeling a tad peeved when she arrived in Diagon Alley late the next day. She was going to have to pick up her books for Care of Magical Creatures and get back to the school in time for dinner. She had no one there with her and it turned out that returning books in the wizarding world was more a more annoying and lengthy process than returning them in the regular world.
She was walking down the street when a voice spoke from behind her. "Oh look. A poor lost little muggle girl." Buffy turned around to see a young man behind her. For several moments she couldn't help but wonder when Spike had become immune to the sun until she picked out the differences between him and the vampire.
"And you are?" she asked cooly the moment her self-possession had returned. Luckily it hadn't taken much time.
He smiled nastily at her and said, "My name is Draco Malfoy muggle. How did you get into Diagon Alley?"
"Muggle?" Buffy giggled. "You think I'm . . ." she trailed off realising he thought her clothes meant she wasn't a witch. "You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover."
Draco sneered and raised his wand. "And you ought not to be here . . . muggle. Locomotor mortis!" he said as he cast the leglocker curse. The blast from his wand missed Buffy entirely as she leapt straight up, caught the edge of a building and swung herself into an elegant pike onto the roof. Instead the spell hit a man with long white hair who fell down and glared up at Draco.
"Draco!" he shouted in fury, then undid the spell on his legs.
The young man looked both flummoxed and terrified. "Father! I . . . I . . . There was a muggle and then she jumped . . ." He trailed off and pointed at the rooftops Buffy had vanished among. She watched as the man dragged his son off. She shrugged to herself and crept along the roofs until she found a small alley she could get off the roofs from without being seen. She trotted back to the train station and silently stared out the window for the trip. The next night the other students were going to arrive and she would find out how well she truly fit into the wizarding world.
TBC...
Notes: Okay, I know Hagrid's accent doesn't play out like this in the books but I can't remember what it does look like on paper nor can I recall the sound from the movie. So, I just sort of threw in some lower class Britishness into it. Just go with it unless you have some real corrections for me on that. I just realised I may have slightly messed up everyone's ages a touch, but I'm asking you all to just go with it. I think I meant seventh book not sixth for one thing. Anyhow, thanks to all you wonderful feedbackers and I'm kinda sorry about how short this part is but it's the way things worked out.
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Buffy sent off the email and decided now was the time to see if her guesses about easy exit and entry from the tower were right. She changed out of the robes sending a look of disgust their way, and put on a pair of jeans and one of the new sweaters she'd talked her father into buying her in London. Then she scooped up her slaying bag and climbed onto the window ledge. A moment later she made the drop to the roof beneath her and ran along it until she reached the next step down. A few more easy jumps and she was on the ground at a comfortable jog to the forest.
On entering she quickly noticed how oddly quiet things were there. In Breakers Woods back in Sunnydale there were always the noises of chipmunks and other small animals around you. Here everything was too silent and Buffy slipped a stake out of her bag just to be ready. She had deliberately left her wand behind knowing that she couldn't afford to slip up and draw Dumbledore's attention to her being in the forest. Her night vision was good enough that she didn't need a flashlight or wand's light spell to see her way around and after all, she'd be a pretty crummy slayer if she couldn't handle a quick jaunt in the woods, forbidden or not. Several minutes into the hike Buffy sensed she was being watched. There was an air of menace to whatever it was, but not of evil precisely.
Buffy slowly came to a halt and began to extend her senses outward. She was definitely being watched but whatever it was seemed to be a simple predator and not something that was evil by nature. Very dangerous, but it held no deliberate malice. She slowly began walking again, all senses alert.
"Who are you?" hissed a voice nearby.
She whipped around and began to peer into the darkness. "That depends. Show yourself and I might say," was her cocky reply. A giant spider lowered itself from one of the trees and settled in front of her, eyeing her speculatively.
"Now I have shown myself to you. Who are you and why have you entered the forest?" it asked, mandibles clicking.
A small smile graced Buffy's face. "I was just checking out the lay of the land. As to who I am, I'm just a girl," she told it with a smile. "Now how about you?"
"I am Aragog," it told her. "And my children and I are very hungry." With those words hundreds of large spiders came hurtling out from behind the trees and rapidly surrounded her.
Sighing the Slayer pulled two long knives from her bag and let it fall to the ground. "Okay, I don't wanna have to do this but if this has to be done the hard way . . ." Buffy shrugged and trailed off suggestively.
Instead of attacking as Buffy had feared they would, the spiders all backed away. "You are the Slayer," Aragog said in surprise.
"Yeah," she said somewhat hesitantly.
The spider bowed to her. "We will not harm one whose life is so important to the defeat of evil." It gestured at the other spiders and they vanished into the darkness of the forest as quickly as they had appeared. Aragog's head tilted as it considered her, "We must follow our nature," it informed her gravely.
"I know," Buffy responded. "You're a natural predator on humans. I get it." She sighed. "If I come across any of you guys snacking on people I'll have to stop you y'know."
It nodded. "I know. Why are you here?" it asked.
Buffy shrugged again. "I'm actually going to Hogwarts," she told him. "Although this may suck more than being at home in terms of sneaking out to get vampires and stuff." There was a chagrined look on her face as she said so, and to her surprise the spider chuckled.
"It is unfortunate the wizards do not know of the magics outside their own." There was another pause and then the spider told her, "If you wish to seek your rightful prey there is a small band of demonic vampires hidden in a cave to the east of here. Fare you well Slayer." Then the spider scuttled off into the night leaving Buffy more than a little taken aback.
"Right. Giant spiders and caves full of vampires. Sunnydale eat your heart out," Buffy muttered as she trotted off in the direction indicated. There was indeed a small group of vamps hiding out in the cave and so Buffy did her thing and wiped them out before heading back to the castle to get some sleep. Tomorrow she was going to discover whether she was trading Divination for Care of Magical Creatures or History of Magic. It all depended on if the professor teaching the critter class was better than the history professor. She might have considered Ancient Runes, but the only subject she did worse in than history was any of the foreign languages she'd tried to take.
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The agony had been going on for hours and Angel felt his throat beginning to feel raw from his screams. He had no idea how long he'd been in the dungeon the masked bastards had transferred him to but it already felt like an eternity. Abruptly the pain stopped and his eyes slowly focussed on his surroundings. The room was full of men in the black robes who fell to their knees as a shadowy figure slowly moved into the room. One of the men spoke up. "My Lord."
"What is this?" the figure demanded. "Have you reason to dally with this muggle?"
One figure stood and swiftly moved to the figure who was apparantly the leader, then dropped to his knees again. "My Lord, he is no ordinary muggle fur he has withstood the cruciatus curse for far longer than anyone, wizard or muggle, that I have ever seen." Angel had no notion what exactly this meant, but he suspected that the cruciatus curse the speaker had mentioned was the reason he had been in so much pain. Briefly he wondered if this had anything to do with his own curse but quickly banished all notions of mentioning it to the men before him. Better to wait until he had a better notion of who they were and what they were planning.
As the others continued to speak about spells and curses Angel's mind wandered despite his best attempts to focus on the conversation of the masked men and gather his strength for escape. He closed his eyes as his mind returned to the night he left Sunnydale and how sad she had looked on the docks. From there it was a small step to simply recalling the balm of her presence. He nearly fell into a fantasy of her bursting through the door followed by Giles, Willow, Cordelia and Xander to rescue him. He shook his head slightly to clear the images from it. Unfortunately, the small movement caught the attention of the leader.
"So, you are awake," the man seemed surprised by this and Angel decided to continue playing the role of confused innocent. From what little he had gathered they had no notion as to his true nature and Angel had no desire to correct them yet.
He took a breath and, wincing internally, put a tinge of fear into his voice. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" It pained him to show weakness, but it seemed less wise to try being unconcerned given the disadvantage they had him at.
"Why?" the man chuckled sending a chill down the vampire's spine. "Why because you are a pathetic excuse for a creature and because watching a muggle like you writhe in pain amuses me."
Controlling the eyeroll that threatened at the man's display Angel faked a terrified cringe away from the man and continued to fake cowardice. "W- what's a m-muggle?"
"Someone with no magic in him like you," the man said, his pride in being a magician of some kind evident. "Someone so inferior compared to me that you are vermin to be stamped out before you contaminate the purity of the wizarding community." Angel swallowed a retort that since he wasn't human the whole situation had no bearing on him. Instead he just let himself stare blankly at the megalomaniac in front of him. The move seemed to be exactly what the man expected as he swept his cloak to the side in a dramatic move and began to stride off with a snort and the words, "Stupid muggles can't even understand a simple sentence."
"Who are you?" Angel asked again. This time the horror wasn't faked as the hood was pulled back and the shadowed face pulled into view. It might once have been handsome, but something had happened to twist that face into a horrifying mask.
The mask grinned at his reaction and said, "I am Lord Voldemort." He turned again and swept off. As he began to mount the stairs he said to the others offhandedly, "Continue as you were."
The pain returned and Angel soon found himself screaming again.
Buffy woke screaming for the second night and let sobs overtake her as she realised that whatever was happening to Angel there was nothing she could do.
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Buffy was to start off the morning with a test to see her knowledge of Defense Against Dark Arts. The teacher was nice, middle-aged woman who asked Buffy some questions about various creatures, vampires, werewolves, spell and and curses. Then she set Buffy to deal with a batch of Cornish Pixies and asked her to counter several spells and curses the teacher sent her way. It was fairly unremarkable and Buffy left feeling a little unsure of how she did.
Her next test was on some of the basics of Care for Magical Creatures. Hagrid was a very nice man and despite her fears, Buffy rapidly found herself enamoured of the animals. Many of them crowded around her and she found herself under demand for animal cuddling. "Eh Buffy, it's sor' of a pity yer no' takin' my class this year," Hagrid told her.
"Actually, I'm dropping Divination and switching to this," Buffy replied smiling. "I was just waiting to see whether you were better or worse than Binns." She gave the unicorn in the pen one last cuddle before hopping out.
Hagrid frowned a little, "Is this 'cause o' me bein' part giant an' all?" he asked, looking concerned.
"No!" Buffy hurried to reassure him. "I just meant that I've never been good with animals and I suck a history. So that meant that choosing between the classes was going to mean deciding which professor I liked better." She looked at him anxiously until he smiled at her again and relaxed. They chatted for a couple minutes more until Buffy remembered she had another two tests to go through.
She said a hurried goodbye and scampered for herbology. That she was good at and had no fears about. Intimately connected to Potions as it was Buffy usually did well in it. Finally she headed off for her final exam in Arithmancy. She had some misgivings about taking this class despite her father's assurances that she would do fine. Mainly because he would yap on about how hard he had found the class when he was in school, followed by the cryptic comment that she would definitely do better than he had. On opening the first page of her written test Buffy found out why. It was like a math class from middle school. Things she had learned years ago and no longer had any difficulty with (even if calculus was beyond her) were on the test. By the end of her placement exam Buffy had realised why it was that her father had insisted she would find Arithmancy easy. She'd already done all this stuff in normal school.
She headed up to the tower to check her email and write Willow and her mother.
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Hey Willow!
I just read your letter, and I'm glad to hear about Xander's new hobby. Maybe trailing around after Cordelia like that will keep him from mocking Angel all the time. But that's not the big thing. I need you to talk to Giles and see what he can tell me about slayer dreams. I think Angel's in trouble 'cause I've been having dreams the past two nights and both felt just like the prophetic dreams I've had in the past. Angel's being tortured and there's nothing I can do. I was wondering if Giles could look into connections or something. Something that will tell him whether I'm dreaming about Angel. Could you also look up a spell to see how he is? I know we don't want him traced, but there has got to be something that will tell you whether he's okay or not. I'm just so worried about him.
Are you guys having a good summer? I've finished taking all the tests and stuff and I've figured out which class I'm going to use to replace the original one. The teacher is really nice and I think that even if I don't do well it will be better than history. Of course now I have to head back out and get the new books and trade in the old ones. I really hope the store has a decent return policy.
How is Kendra? Is she fitting in well? It's just that I worry about her. I mean, she is a slayer but Sunnydale isn't Jamaica. She may be homesick or something. Help her for me will you Wills? I know it's asking a lot of you but I really want her to be happy.
I know this is a short letter, but I don't have much to write at the moment. Just give my love to the others and say hi to Kendra for me.
Buffy
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Then she met with Dumbledore to arrange changing classes before having supper. She had another nightmare that night and woke up trying not to scream again. On the whole Buffy was feeling a tad peeved when she arrived in Diagon Alley late the next day. She was going to have to pick up her books for Care of Magical Creatures and get back to the school in time for dinner. She had no one there with her and it turned out that returning books in the wizarding world was more a more annoying and lengthy process than returning them in the regular world.
She was walking down the street when a voice spoke from behind her. "Oh look. A poor lost little muggle girl." Buffy turned around to see a young man behind her. For several moments she couldn't help but wonder when Spike had become immune to the sun until she picked out the differences between him and the vampire.
"And you are?" she asked cooly the moment her self-possession had returned. Luckily it hadn't taken much time.
He smiled nastily at her and said, "My name is Draco Malfoy muggle. How did you get into Diagon Alley?"
"Muggle?" Buffy giggled. "You think I'm . . ." she trailed off realising he thought her clothes meant she wasn't a witch. "You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover."
Draco sneered and raised his wand. "And you ought not to be here . . . muggle. Locomotor mortis!" he said as he cast the leglocker curse. The blast from his wand missed Buffy entirely as she leapt straight up, caught the edge of a building and swung herself into an elegant pike onto the roof. Instead the spell hit a man with long white hair who fell down and glared up at Draco.
"Draco!" he shouted in fury, then undid the spell on his legs.
The young man looked both flummoxed and terrified. "Father! I . . . I . . . There was a muggle and then she jumped . . ." He trailed off and pointed at the rooftops Buffy had vanished among. She watched as the man dragged his son off. She shrugged to herself and crept along the roofs until she found a small alley she could get off the roofs from without being seen. She trotted back to the train station and silently stared out the window for the trip. The next night the other students were going to arrive and she would find out how well she truly fit into the wizarding world.
TBC...