Summary: In an attempt to summon a baby dragon, the Scoobies summon a young Draco Malfoy. How will the Scoobies deal with it? How will the Malfoys deal with it? And why does Harry think he's going to get blamed for it in the end?
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“You’re going to summon a dragon?” Buffy asked incredulously. “As in fire-breathing lizard kind of dragon?”
“It’s the only way to get dragon’s blood. They’re really hard to find and really hard to kill.”
“Then why are we summoning one again?” Xander asked.
“To get the blood, but this is for a baby. Dragon babies aren’t that dangerous and they’re really tiny so we can hold it down, get the blood, and send it back to momma.” Willow said with an easy grin. “I had Giles double check my calculations and incantation so it should work.” She said trying to reassure them.
“Baby dragon? We’re going to hurt a baby? Isn’t that like kicking a puppy?” Buffy said.
“No,” Willow huffed in an annoyed tone. “We’re just going to take some blood. Not hurting, just taking a needle and taking some blood.”
“As long as there’s no puppy kicking involved.” Buffy said relieved.
“So we’ll hold the little dude down after he gets here?” Xander said, wondering how big the dragon was going to be.
Xander and Buffy nodded. They stood opposite of each other, flanking Willow’s candles and herbs. Willow smiled and walked around them in a wide circle, distributing sand as she moved. Willow double-checked her supplies halfway through before going back to the sand.
When she closed the circle, she took her seat on the ground and began chanting. “I call upon Hermes, Hecate….”
Xander and Buffy stood still, waiting, and watching for the dragon to appear. Willow’s hair was darkening but was still a shade of red. As the redhead continued to chant, Xander thought something was off. The air was thick with magic, incense, and something didn’t seem right. At the glances Buffy was sending him, she must have noticed too but Willow appeared oblivious to it.
“…bring us the dragon! This is my will. So mote it be!” She screamed and as the last syllable resonated, smoke billowed from the candles and from the circle between them. Willow stood up choking, “Purify!” The smoke vanished.
“Uh, Wills,” Xander intoned as he stared at what they had summoned. “I don’t think this is a dragon.”
“I want my mummy!” The summoned cried in a small, British voice.
“Yeah, definitely not a dragon.” he said as he got a better look at the small boy that had just arrived. Platinum blond, small, and dressed in over sized robes, the kid glared at him with grey eyes. “Hi, I’m Xander.” The blond continued to glare.
Willow got up and looked at her papers. “It doesn’t make…but I checked…”
Buffy sighed. “Next time, we’re going to hunt one down.” Buffy groaned as their redheaded friend checked her ritual. “I’m calling Giles, Xander can you take care of the kid?”
“Uh guys. Where did Malfoy go?” Harry Potter asked.
“I don't know.” Hermione Granger said as she looked at the scorched earth.
“Maybe hell took him in early.” Ron Weasley said looking nervous. “I mean, how many times do people go up in smoke?”
“Honestly, Ronald.” Hermione huffed. “There’s probably a good explanation for this. I’m just sure what is yet.” and ended looking around. “Maybe it’s just a joke.” She reasoned.
“I don’t think it is.” Harry said. There was strong magical residue in the air; this had to be purposeful. He exchanged looks with his two best friends, they were at a loss for words for a moment.
“Dumbledore?” Ron suggested breaking the silence.
“Dumbledore.” Both Harry and Hermione agreed.