My Sister's Chaser
Title: Sister’s Keeper
Part Title: My Sister’s Chaser
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: Another rough two and a half years have passed, Katie is 20/21, Buffy is 18, and Dawn is 12. Summer after season three and before season four. My Sister’s Chaser
“This place makes my skin crawl.” Marcus Flint said stubbornly as he hefted Katie Bell’s bag along with his own. “This many muggles in one place make me nervous.”
“Well, no one invited you along, now did they?” Katie snapped at her ‘Captain’. “You invited yourself along on my bloody holiday. I only get to see my sister once or twice a year and here you are, bumbling along behind me!”
Only Joyce hadn’t been shocked when the Falmouth Flacons had snatched her up three years ago and signed her before Puddlemere or Chudley could even have their say. For all their years as fierce rivals, Flint had been quite insistent that she join his team. Maybe Fred and George had knocked him in the head with one too many Bludgers over the years.
“If this isn’t a sight for sore eyes!” Joyce laughed across the airport terminal, rushing to greet her sister.
“Joycie!” Katie cried, flinging herself around her older sister. “Merlin, it’s been too damn long!”
“And who’s this?” Joyce asked the moment after they got done hugging.
“Apparently, I’m a hot commodity that’s also a flight risk,” Katie huffed.
is afraid that I’ll damage myself here in sunny California.”
“I tell you, it’s a bloody hellmouth!” Marcus hissed quietly. Katie only glowered at him.
“Only a Slytherin would know about such dark magic places. Besides, it’s not.”
“Well,” Joyce hedged, watching her sister’s eyes bulge in shock. “It actually is a hellmouth.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I told you.” Marcus couldn’t help but gloat, until he saw Joyce’s cold stare.
“You would be her captain?”
“Don’t ‘ma’am’ my sister, you git,” Katie elbowed him sharply.
“Bloody hell, woman, you’re tryin’ my last bit of patience.”
“Aunt Katie!” Buffy and Dawn screeched, distracting Katie from further maiming her captain.
“May I have a word, Mr. Flint?” Joyce asked, hanging back while Buffy and Dawn dragged Katie towards the door.
“You can call me Marcus, Mrs. Summers.” Marcus answered.
“And you can call me Joyce,” she smiled brightly at him, which should have been his first warning. “I’m not sure what your intentions are concerning my sister. I was at the match you scouted her from, and I wasn’t sure then what your intentions were either.”
“I’m not finished. I love my younger sister very much, and I get the feeling that you might like her in that sense - “
“As a bloody sister?” Marcus cried, obviously horrified at the idea.
“I’m still not finished. If you hurt my sister in anyway, be warned that there are people who would love for nothing more than to beat you to death with a shovel for hurting her.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No, it’s a very firm promise.” Joyce smiled at him again as Dawn ran back to hurry them up. “Welcome to Sunnydale, Marcus.”