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Summary: The Summers sisters are formidable when it comes to hurting one of their own. And why shouldn’t they be? They learned everything they knew from the Bell sisters. *No DH Spoilers*

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Harry Potter > Joyce-CenteredJmariaFR1542,8551125,3518 Aug 0715 Aug 07Yes

My Sister's Keeper

Title: Sister’s Keeper
Part Title: My Sister’s Keeper
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns the Buffyverse, JK owns the Potterverse. I’m just playing in someone else’s sandbox.
Spoilers: Um, as far as DH spoilers are concerned - there are none. And this part takes place directly after the events AU book seven (I just can‘t accept the events of book 7 to be cannon yet, sue me). So spoilers for that, mmkay?
Summary: The Summers sisters are formidable when it comes to hurting one of their own. And why shouldn’t they be? They learned everything they knew from the Bell sisters.
A/N: Roughly two years have passed, Katie is 18, Buffy is 15/16, and Dawn is 9/10. Summer after season one.

My Sister’s Keeper



Katie Bell scanned the crowds nervously. Oliver had said a scout was watching and her mum had said Joyce had come over for a visit. She flew low over the crowds and spotted her mother, sister and boyfriend all crushed together. Her dad was a row lower, talking excitedly to the balding man beside him.

In the bleachers, Joyce was holding her breath as her sister swooped past them. If she knew that Katie could see her, she would have mouthed that her baby sister had picked a good one. Oliver Wood was young, charming, sweet, and athletic. Nothing at all like her ex-husband.

“So I hear you’ve got two girls at home, Ms. Bell?” Oliver asked, leaning close to her.

“It’s Mrs. Summers,” Joyce said absently. “And yes, I’ve got two daughters. Buffy and Dawn.”

“You should have brought them along, Joycie,” her father called up to her.

“You really should have, Joyce,” Helena said sadly. “I do miss seeing them. They’ll be grown and gone before you know it.”

“The girls wanted to spend the summer with their father. Just because I can’t stand Hank, it doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy spending time with him. Besides, I‘m not sure I‘m ready to tell them that magic is real. Oh!” Joyce held her breath as one of the other players - Chasers is what Oliver called them - swooped past Katie so hard that she almost toppled from her broom. Oliver cursed under his breath beside her. “Is that move legal?” She demanded.

“Unfortunately, it is,” Oliver spat. “And Flint knows how to get away with everything but murder.”

“Flint?”

“That bastard who almost knocked our Katie from her broom.”

“I take it you know him?” Joyce asked, watching as Katie zoomed up beside Flint and knocked the ball - Quaffle - from his hand.

“We went to school together. Different houses, and his was our fiercest competition. He even stayed back a year to try and steal the Quidditch cup from us again.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Joyce watched with interest as Katie shouted back fighting words to the bigger Chaser. She couldn’t help but smile at the bickering two. She stole a glance back at Oliver and felt a twinge of pity. He might be her sister’s keeper now, but someone else would have it soon.
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