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Summary: What happens when Buffy finds out she's not really a Malfoy? And why does Harry Potter always give her a warm feeling? (no pairing as of yet, maybe later in the story)

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Theme: Real Family(Past Donor)FritolaysFR1325,0341192,70929 Jan 086 Mar 08No

Chapter One: Diagon Alley

Disclaimer: Joss owns all Buffy characters and J.K. owns all Harry Potter characters. The story is mine though :) Some quotes were taken directly from the books though.

Author Notes: This story is kind of AU in that Buffy was born and bred in the Wizarding World and is part of the Harry Potter Hogwarts world. This is just my adding Buffy into the books with a few twists here and there. This is my first fic and I'm sad to say that I don't have a Beta so sorry for any mistakes. Just point em out and I'll do my best to fix them all. With that being said, read, enjoy and review :)

Chapter One: Diagon Alley

Elizabeth Malfoy, or Buffy as her fraternal twin brother called her, looked around her room trying to decide which personal affects she wanted to bring with her for her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Buffy was slightly on the short side compared to the rest of her family. She often wondered where her small stature had come from since her brother, mother and father were all so much taller. Another odd thing she often wondered about was her hair color. She had dirty blonde hair instead of the trademark Malfoy white-blonde hair. She was so absorbed in her thoughts of the things she and brother would get into at Hogwarts, she hadn’t even realized he was standing right behind her.

“Ahhhh,” Buffy screamed. Still caught in her thoughts of Hogwarts, she shoved at the hand that had landed on her shoulder. Her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding from that little fright. “Draco you bloody prat, how many times have I told you not to sneak up on me?”

“I’m sorry,” Draco said with more humor than contrition, holding his hands up in front of him in a show of surrender.

“Right, I’m sure.” Buffy replied with only a slight bit of sarcasm. She and her brother had always been close. Often times she would sneak into Draco’s room across the hall if she had trouble sleeping or to just talk ‘til the wee hours of the morning. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for her brother and vice versa.

“So why are you just standing here looking around your room?” Draco asked.

“If you must know, Nosy, I’m trying to decide what things to bring with me to Hogwarts.” Buffy replied with some enthusiasm. To say that she was excited to finally be attending Hogwarts and learning magic would be an understatement. Her dreams of being top in her class and making the Quidditch team finally within her grasp. Of course she also wants to become a prefect and then eventually Head Girl when she becomes of age to do so.

“Oook,” said Draco glancing around his sister’s room. It was nothing like his. While his room was done in all dark greens with dark mahogany furniture, hers was decorated in varying shades of red with light mahogany furniture. Her four poster bed had red and white silk sheets that were always cool to the touch. All in all, he thought the room suited his sister perfectly. “How about those pictures on the nightstand there?”

“Oh, yeah! Thanks. I don’t want to forget those.” Said Buffy reaching for the picture frames on her nightstand. One was Buffy, Draco and their parents. The other found Draco waving with one arm while his other was wrapped around Buffy’s shoulders. He wore a silly smile while Buffy wore a scowl. The picture was taken last year while on Holiday with their parents at some boring function their parents made them attend. Draco was trying to cheer her up. She had wanted to go to the zoo to see the animals but her parents had other plans instead. Namely the boring party their parents made them attend. They never did make it to the Zoo. Even thought she was scowling in the picture, it was still one of her favorites. It was one of the only pictures she had in which Draco was smiling so carefree. Silliness was not tolerated at The Malfoy Manor. Her father said acting like school children was not becoming of their name and any child’s play was always punished.

“Father is getting ready to take us to Diagon Alley for our supplies. He wants us ready to leave in 5 minutes,” Draco called over his right shoulder as he left his sister’s room.

Buffy packed up the rest of the belongings she decided on and placed the two pictures frames on top to keep them safe. Zipping up the bag, she quickly went to her closet to put on presentable clothing for their outing. It would not do to let the public see any Malfoy in nothing but the best.


The shopping trip for their supplies was made mostly in silence. Pleasantries and formalities were exchanged with other pureblood families along the way. Books were bought, caldrons and ink were purchased and quidditch brooms were admired. It was now time to head over to Madam Malkin’s Robes for all Occasions.

Buffy wondered at the odd sensation she was feeling all of a sudden. Looking around while being measured by an enchanted tape measure, Buffy finally gazed what was giving her the odd sensation. Sitting there, talking to her brother, was none other than Harry Potter. When his eyes met hers, she started getting an odd warming sensation on her back. Right where her scar was. Just as she was getting lost in the warm sensation, Madam Malkin walked over to finish the measuring process. Shaking her head to dispel all thoughts of anything Harry Potter could be making her feel, Buffy tuned into her brothers conversation. Having been told by their father to try and befriend the famous scarred boy, Buffy was not surprised to hear Draco trying to bond over talks of quidditch and complaining about the unfairness of not being able to have brooms as first years. Since Buffy was now done and Draco had already been fitted for the school uniform, it was time to get their wands.

The siblings swapped their opinions about Harry Potter as they made their way to Ollivanders. Spying a sign above that read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C., the twin pushed open the door and walked inside. A bell somewhere in the store chimed alerting the shopkeeper of the new arrivals. Looking around at the thousands of narrow boxes lining the shelves, Buffy and Draco missed the appearance of Mr. Ollivander standing behind the counter.

“Good afternoon,” said a soft voice. Buffy and Draco jumped, completely startled.

An old man was standing before them with graying hair and silver eyes. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you two. Ah yes, Mr. and Miss Malfoy. I’ve been expecting you both,” said Ollivander looking at Buffy oddly before turning his attention to Draco. “And where is Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?”

“Father is running errands of his own and mother is at home.” Stated Draco.

“Well do give your parents my regards, hmm.”

As Ollivander chatted with Draco, Buffy looked around the dusty shop. She spied the single wand on the purple pillow in the window and wondered what was special about it and who it was made for. Turning her attention back to Draco, she noticed he was done and had his wand. According to Ollivander, Draco was now the proud owner of a nice and flexible 11 inch Beechwood with a dragon heartstring as the core. It was now her turn to find a wand. Buffy held her right arm up to be measured. The measuring tape zigged and zagged as it measured while Ollivander perused the shelves for the wands he wanted.

“That will do,” he said, and the tape measure crumpled to the floor. “Right then, Miss Malfoy. Try this one. Maple and phoenix feather. 7 inches. Quite whippy. Go ahead, give it a wave.”

Buffy took the wand and gave it a wave. Almost immediately, Ollivander snatched it out of her hand only to replace it with a new wand.

“Ebony and unicorn hair, 8 and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out.”

As soon as she waved it, it to was snatched out of her hand. Again, a new wand replaced that one. Soon, there was a large pile of tried wands on the counter to the right.

“Another tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, not to worry, we will find the perfect match. The wand chooses the owner. The right wand is around here somewhere. I wonder. Ah yes, I think I found the right one. Willow and mahogany with a unicorn hair and a phoenix feather. 10 and a half inches. A little more powerful, pliable and swishy. Great for charms and transfiguration. A very rare wand indeed. Not many wands have two woods and two magical cores”

The wand was beautiful. A light and dark colored wood intertwined. As soon as the wand was in her hands, she knew she had the right wand. She felt a sudden warmth in her fingers. Not unlike the warmth she was feeling when Harry was near. She swished the wand through the air and red and gold sparks erupted from the tip like fireworks.

“Oh, bravo! Yes, yes. Well, well, well…how curious….how curious indeed…” Ollivander took the wand and wrapped it in brown paper before putting it in the box, still muttering, “curious…curious…”

“Excuse me,” asked Buffy, “but what exactly is curious?”

Mr. Ollivander fixed Buffy with a stare. Silver eyes to green eyes.

“I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Miss Malfoy. Every single wand. What I find curious and odd is that your wand is made of the combined wands of Lily and James Potter. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand.”

Buffy swallowed. She did not want to have a wand made from Harry Potter’s parent’s wands. What would her parents think? Her brother was already giving her an odd look. She couldn’t imagine what her father would think. It would be a slap in the face to him to have a Potter’s wand when it was Harry Potter that brought down the Dark Lord. Then and there she decided to keep that tidbit from her father.

Buffy paid 7 Gold Galleons for the wand and quickly left the shop with Draco on her heels.

“Draco, don’t tell father please. He would be so disappointed in me,” Buffy pleaded with her brother. “Please, promise me.”

Looking at his sister’s face and the teary eyes, Draco knew he would never say anything. “Of course, I promise not to say anything,” said Draco while hugging his sister. Pulling back and holding her shoulders at arms length, Draco asked, “Why would you have a Potter’s wand though? Weird.”

Shaking her head in the negative with a shrug of the shoulders, the twins headed off to Eeylops Owl Emporium to buy owls. Entering the shop, they both browsed the aisles looking for the right owls. Draco found himself a male Bengal Eagle Owl that was beautiful and paid for him. Walking up and down the aisles, Buffy still had yet to find one that caught her eye. Deciding to just buy a cat instead, they headed off to another shop.

Walking into the pet store, one cat immediately caught Buffy’s eye. It was a beautiful female cat. She had bright emerald green eyes with a band of gold and long mane like flowing hair that felt silky to the touch. She had a white underbelly and gold and black stripes down her back. The card underneath the cat read:

Norwegian Forest Cat:
These are the cats that explored the world with the Vikings, protecting the grain stores on land and sea, and which are believed to have left their progeny on the shores of North America as a legacy to the future.

Grabbing the woman behind the counter, Buffy quickly bought the cat, which she aptly named Lenna, which means “lion’s strength” in Old German origins. With Lenna in hand, she and Draco left the shop to meet with their father to head home.

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