Wishes, unfortunately don't always make things come true, and although I wish I had thought of the worlds of Harry Potter and Buffy, I didn't - they still belong firmly to the people who created them.
With thanks to Sulien for taking the time to read this.
Giles and Willow were excited. Or rather Giles was excited. Willow was feeling a bit sick.
After four months of correspondence, she was eventually going to meet the cat-woman-cat who had shared her life for three days during the summer, and she really wanted Minerva to like her.
Bill Weasley had described Minerva McGonagall as being a bit prim and severe, but Willow thought that to be a teacher and keep a load of magical kids under control you had to be. Although she did find this hard to imagine as she remembered the cat that tried to dig up the roses in her garden and that managed to get its fur covered in spaghetti (fortunately it had still to be mixed with the tomato sauce).
As they approached Kings Cross station Willow became more apprehensive. Bill was going to meet them and give them the “whole magical experience of Hogwarts” as he described it … whatever that meant. He had mentioned flying on broomsticks in some of his previous letters, but she reckoned that might cause problems with air traffic control.
Giles was excited to be back in London after so many years. The possibilities that Minerva and Bill had opened up to him made him see the city in a whole new light. The air seemed to crackle with energy and, as they approached the station, he could feel the hairs on his arms stand on edge.
Bill met them with a huge grin on his face, as he explained about Platform 9 ¾, and Willow began to lose some of her apprehension as she was confronted with real life everyday, use-it-as-you-want, magic.
Closing her eyes and holding tightly to Bill and Giles’ arms, she ran towards the ticket office between platforms 9 & 10 and found herself in a different world.
Minerva was nervous. She sat in her classroom and re-arranged her desk for the third time.
She was nervous about meeting Giles and Willow. Her memories of her time in Sunnydale were quite clear, but everything was from a cat’s perspective – she was looking forward to meeting them at eye level, but she was nervous and hoped they would like the "real" her.
An unfortunate side effect of her time on the Hellmouth was the random shifting into her cat form without any warning. Severus Snape, however, had managed to create a potion that stopped these random shifts while still allowing her to transform when she wanted.
She remembered that she hadn’t taken the potion, so she carefully measured out the dose she was due to take today. She was grateful that Severus had been able to perfect it – a teacher could not control a roomful of young wizards if she had an unfortunate habit of becoming a cat at inopportune moments.
She started fidgeting with her desk again and moved her quills from the left hand side to the right hand side and back again. As her thoughts drifted back to the hell mouth, and her time held captive by a vampire for a poker game, she absently reached for the potion bottle and took her second dose of the day, "Plus a little extra just in case" she thought.
When Severus looked into her office a short time later to inform her that her guests had arrived, he was startled to see a rather small kitten sitting on her desk playfully shredding the feathered quills.
“Oh Bugger!” he thought.
Lucius Malfoy was determined that Dumbledore’s latest plan would not work.
Voldemort was still reeling from losing followers, as well as his favourite plaything, to the potion the Head Masters' group had been able to create from Yeti hair stolen by Minerva McGonagall.
Rumors had existed for a while now that two muggles had been invited to Hogwarts during the holidays. It was said that they were Representatives of a powerful wizard from the muggle world who wanted to ally himself with Dumbledore and against Voldemort. Voldemort could not afford to take a chance that this was true – they must strike, and they must strike fast.
“Time for the balance to tilt in our favor" Malfoy thought.
He rolled the device in his hands and smiled to himself.
When Dumbledore permitted the person knocking loudly on his office door to enter, he did not expect Severus Snape to sweep into his office, and was even less prepared for the small kitten that was deposited on his desk.
“Oh my” he exclaimed, “is that …..?” he pointed at the kitten who was now silently stalking Fawkes round the room.
“It is.” growled the potions master.
“How did ……?”
“She took near enough the whole bloody bottle”
Dumbledore inadvertently echoed the thoughts of Snape from earlier when he first discovered Minerva. “Oh bugger” he muttered.