“Harry Potter and the Chosen Two”
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter gang. Joss Whedon owns Faith & CO.
A/N: Set during BtVS S3 and Harry Potter immediately following OotP. Previously posted an alternate version of chapter 1 in ‘Faithtales’. I think I’m going to be flip-flopping POV’s throughout and will try to clearly label so it’s not too confusing. I’m borrowing freely from JK for Harry’s memories.
Spoilers: BtVS through S3 and HP through Deathly Hallows.
I’m sitting at a table in the Leaky Cauldron staring at a rapidly cooling cup of tea waiting for Ron and Hermione. They’re late as usual. I hope they come soon. I hate being alone with my thoughts these days. At the Dursleys’ I’m always alone.
A part of me thinks it’s a blessing to be alone. I’m tired of Ron and Hermione watching me as if I’m sickening for something after what happened at the Ministry last term. Now that Sirius has gone. ‘Maybe I do having a saving people thing,’ I think.
As I wait I scan today’s Daily Prophet. This summer I’ve had considerably more freedom. I have plenty of wizarding money and the Dursleys don’t really care where I am or if I’m safe. I read: “Harry Potter: The Chosen One… Mysterious disturbance at the Ministry of Magic during which he who must not be named was sighted…fabled halls of prophecy…Harry Potter the only person ever known to have survived the Killing Curse…call Potter the ‘Chosen One’…prophecy names him as the only one who will be able to rid us of he who must not be named.”
‘What a load of old tosh,’ I think as I wish I could forget about everything that happened, Sirius’ face...not quite laughing as he falls through the veil…
My reverie is disturbed by the sound of the door to the pub opening and closing. I look up expecting to see Ron and Hermione. Instead I see two girls standing just inside the door. Their arms are linked and they’re smiling as they take in the small, dingy pub. I can’t help noticing that both girls are quite beautiful. This thought’s immediately followed by the realization that they’re extremely powerful as well. It’s as if Power flows off of them in waves...not magic, but some other force.
‘These girls are deadly,’ I think as I watch them. I can see it in their eyes and their predatory grace. They’ve both seen and dealt death. One has dark eyes and raven hair. Her lips are full and sensuous and she’s taller than the other. The second has golden hair and green eyes. Eyes like mine. The taller girl notices me looking and nudges her friend.
I immediately feel myself go pink. I know I’m staring but can’t stop. The beauty and power of them holds me mesmerized.
The taller girl saunters over, pulling the golden haired one with her. She stops at my table smirking, “Wow. Tea. How cliché’.” Green and brown eyes fix on me. Their stares are penetrating - like they can see through me right into my soul. It is an uncomfortable feeling.