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Summary: Random, one-shot ficlets featuring Faith. Crossovers with Dark Hunters, Harry Potter, & Supernatural planned for now.

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Multiple Crossings > Faith-Centered > Ficlet Collections(Past Donor)FaithSummersFR1533,6900102,05715 Oct 0815 Nov 08No

The Leaky Cauldron

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter gang. Joss Whedon owns Faith & CO.
A/N: Set during Buffy Season 3 & Potterverse immediately following The Order of the Phoenix. Each chapter in "Faithtales" is a random, separate ficlet.

Harry was sitting in the Leaky Cauldron staring at a rapidly cooling cup of tea. He was waiting for Ron and Hermione. They were late as usual. He hoped they would come soon. He hated being alone with his thoughts these days. At the Dursleys he was always alone.

Harry was brought from his reverie by the sound of the door to the pub opening and closing. He looked up expecting to see Ron and Hermione. What he saw instead was two girls standing just inside the door. Their arms were linked and they were smiling as they took in the small dingy pub. Harry couldn’t help noticing that both girls were quite beautiful. This thought was immediately followed by the realization that they were extremely powerful as well. Power flowed off of them in waves. Not magic, but power.

These girls were deadly. He could see it in their eyes and their predatory grace. They had both seen and dealt death. One had dark eyes and raven hair. Her lips were full and sensuous and she was taller than the other. The second had golden hair and green eyes. Eyes like his. The taller girl had noticed Harry looking and she nudged her friend. Harry immediately felt himself go pink. Harry knew he was staring but he couldn’t stop. The beauty and power of them held him mesmerized.

The taller girl began to saunter over, she pulled the golden haired one with her. She stopped at his table smirking, “Wow. Tea. How cliché’.”
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