Primal – Harry Potter/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
The wind whistling through the dark trees, the almost soundless flapping of wings filled the air, the deadly assassin soaring above the graveyard lit only by the full moon. Swooping down suddenly, the owl's talons extended to snatch up the mouse its eyes had been following for ages, only for an ear-splitting crack to knock the startled animal off-course.
Catching her balance quickly, the beautiful red-haired woman looked around slowly and bit back a sigh at the morbid atmosphere surrounding her, brushing down the front of her blouse almost lazily.
Shivering slightly at the encompassing dark energies permeating the very air, emerald green eyes flicked around the graveyard cautiously. Lily Potter touched a hand to her wand within its holster for security as she realised exactly where her portkey had taken her.
"A Hellmouth," she exhaled slowly, slipping her portkey pendant into her pocket, "Lovely".
Pushing aside the curious part of her mind that wanted to take a few samples of the only Hellmouth she'd likely ever get to see, Lily reached down her shirt to pull out her husband's pocket watch, flicking it open to inspect the three hands inside. Taking a moment to orientate herself towards the only picture-less hand, Lily froze as she noticed the second hand that was pointing in the same direction, instead of towards England like it was supposed to be.
Eyes narrowing, Lily started forward at a brisk pace, her mind effortlessly adding her troublesome son's presence into the night's game plan. First; she'd hunt down her son and send him packing back to England with ringing ears and a stinging butt, then she'd hunt down her other son.
And then, when she got back to England, she'd hex the crap out of the Albus Dumbledore shaped target dummy she had in the cellar. Sometimes she just needed to take her anger out on a likeness of the man that had torn her family apart.
As she stepped through the graveyard's gate and onto the pathway, she glanced down at the watch face again and changed directions, letting her mind wander as she walked.
It had been twelve years since she'd woken from the coma Lord Voldemort had cursed her and her husband into. Twelve years since she'd discovered that her husband was still trapped in his own coma, and that her children weren't with Sirius, who was in Azkaban. Twelve years since she'd threatened Albus at wand point into confessing where he'd stolen her children away to.
Twelve years since she found out that her own sister had abused her nephews, until muggle social services had taken them away.
And now she was in America, on the trail of her eldest son, who'd 'mysteriously' vanished from the hands of the muggle government (Thanks to Albus Bloody Dumbledore, no doubt) only to pop up on the American Ministry of Magic's radar recently. She didn't care if it were customary (if unspoken of) to send squib children to America to get them away from their magical relatives. She and James had already sworn to treat their eldest the same way they treated their younger magical son. And to discover that Harry had been sent away by Albus (who one would think would be more sympathetic to the plight of squibs; what with his sister) had been enough to cause her magic to lash out and shatter Albus' prized 'indestructible' desk.
The sound of a car's horn pulled her from her thoughts, drawing her attention down the street to where a car had stopped suddenly, and the driver was honking the horn at the two men standing in the middle of the street. Eyes flicking down to the watch for comfort, Lily frowned slightly as she realised that one of the hands was aiming towards the car. A loud cracking noise made her head snap up in time to see one of the men pulling his foot back just as the second one lashed out to kick the car as well. Picking up her speed, Lily started towards the car as the driver tooted again before driving around the two men, her watch still aiming towards the now laughing men.
As one the men's' laughter stopped, and their heads snapped around to stare in her direction, a cold breeze picking at Lily's bare arms as she kept her chin up and kept walking. The two men exchanging a silent look, Lily mentally cursed as they turned and vanished down a side street, making her fingers brush against her wand holster by instinct.
According to James' watch, Harry was one of the men - the boys - who'd just been standing there… also her youngest son, Michael, was apparently in the direction Harry and his friend had just headed off in.
Speeding up again, Lily started jogging after the boys, rounding the corner in time to see the two boys approaching a building identifiable by the neon sight as 'Bronze'. That… that looked like one of those clubs… what was her son… both of them… doing in a muggle club? She was so going to ground Michael the moment she found him, Boy-Who-Lived or not.
Quickly catching up to her son, Lily stepped into 'Bronze' and started looking around, her 'mother senses' latching onto the head of black messy hair at one of the tables, flanked by a bright red head and a head full of bushy hair. Striding over without hesitation, Lily pulled a fourth chair over to the table and slid into it. "I'll punish you three when we get home," she said in way of greeting, "For now, where's Harry?"
"Mum! Uh, Harry? Harry who?" Michael blurted, looking incredibly guilty as Hermione flushed and Ron tried to sink under the table. "Oh! That Harry," her son continued when Lily raised an eyebrow at him, "He's there".
Following her youngest son's finger, Lily laid eyes on another table of four. This table was host to a nervous looking girl with hair red enough to rival Ronald's, a beautiful looking blonde girl, and two tall dark-haired teenage boys that were grinning at something that had been said.
Flicking her wand twice, Lily first cast a silencing charm around their table so they could speak without being overheard, she then cast a listening charm on her son's table and linked it to the napkin holder on her own table.
"What?" the boy's voice asked awkwardly.
"What's up with you?" came the blonde girl's reply, the four magic-users watching the other table to try link the voice to the person.
"Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" asked the red-haired girl.
At that the other boy snorted, shaking his head as he barked out a laugh, bright green eyes visible from across the club's floor. "Blasphemy!" he exclaimed, "Crazy talk, Willow".
"Exactly, what could you possibly do?" the other boy agreed. "We're just… restless".
"We could go to the ice-cream place?" Willow offered hopefully.
"What a brilliant idea!" the boy Lily was certain was her son declared happily, "Maybe later though" he added as Lily saw his eyes flick to the other boy.
"Yeah," the boy confirmed, nodding slowly as he glanced around. "I like it here".
"Never thought I'd hear you turn down ice-cream Harry" the blonde girl said slowly, exchanging a look with the red-head.
"There are more important things in life than ice-cream," her son replied casually, not looking at either girl as he looked around the club suspiciously, "Right Xan?"
'Xan' snorted and shook his head, before leaning in to sniff the blonde's hair with a confused expression.
"Okay, now what?" the girl blurted, looking both disturbed and hesitant.
"You took a bath," 'Xan' explained simply, pulling a face, still without looking down at her.
"Yeah. I often do. I'm actually known for it," the blonde snapped, the look she sent Willow ordering her to 'do something'.
"Really?" Harry interrupted, blinking at her in surprise, "I always thought you smelt a little ripe. Was that just me?"
"Nope," Xan denied instantly to the annoyance of the blonde, "She usually smells funny".
"Right. Well I was going to give you both the weird behaviour award," the blonde began in an offended tone of voice, "But now I'm going to kick your-" she was cut off as both boy's heads snapped around to stare at the club's entrance.
Lily's eyes flicked from where she was studying her son to the door as a group of four teenagers walked in, their own heads snapping around to stare towards her son's table. "Oh great! It's the winged monkeys," the blonde's voice declared sarcastically, Lily looking at her son in time to see both his and Xan's eyes glowing a bright violent green. As she watched, the four teenagers stalked over to her son's table, pausing in front of it for a moment with their eyes locked on Harry and Xan.
A faint rumbling came from the napkin holder in the middle of the table, Lily easily recognising it as a growl as she saw Xan's lip curl up to bare his teeth at the four teens.
Almost instantly, they looked away and moved away from the table, Xan and Harry never taking their eyes off the four of them as they bullied some 'nerds' away from their table and claimed it as their own, leaving Harry and Xan chuckling under their breaths as they turned back to their table.
"What?" Harry asked defensively when they saw the girls were glaring at them.
"The kid's fat," Xan explained slowly to the annoyed looking girls.
"Like a zeppelin?" Harry clarified quickly, "No?"
PRIMAL
So I don't think this one is actually based off any challenges, but I found it while searching through my old USB drive and after quickly patching it up I've decided to post it anyway.