Home Sweet... Hogwarts?
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This story is rated FR-18 in general, but there will be individually marked chapters (eventually) that will be rated FR-21. They will be marked in compliance with the rules and there will be warnings beforehand. Readers may choose to skip those chapters or change their filter.
This is a cross-over between BtVS and HP with a Buffy/Hermione romantic pairing. It starts as Buffy/Angel but will move gradually into femslash. There will be no Bangel sex. I may add other pairings at a later time, but the main focus at the moment will be on them.
As this starts in season 2 of Buffy and book 6 of Harry Potter, most of the main characters (excluding Giles and the professors) will be around 16 and 17 years old. There will be some slight AU on the Buffy side of things (one example being that Willow will already be a practicing witch in the beginning of season 2). Enjoy!Chapter 1: Home Sweet… Hogwarts?
Buffy bit her lip nervously as she approached the solid barrier at the train station, which supposedly led to platform nine-and-three-quarters. Giles was lagging a little behind her, laden with their suitcases and muttering under his breath. She thought it slightly comical that he was so frustrated, especially since he was finally back in his home country.
The letter they’d received the previous week had been a shock to them both, as well as to several of the students at Sunnydale High. It wasn’t usual to have an owl indoors, during the daytime no less. It had delivered a thick envelope with a piece of parchment folded inside. In its elegant green ink and rather loopy writing, it had stated simply that Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, requested their presence at once.
At first Buffy had thought it was a joke, until she’d noticed the grim expression on Giles’s face. When questioned, he’d simply stated that it must be very important and that they’d be getting on a train the following week. The school year at Sunnydale High had already started, but the term at Hogwarts didn’t start until the beginning of September. She was none too pleased when she found out they’d be riding the train with the entirety of the student population.
It was bad enough that she would have to lie to her mother and Principal Snyder, fly out of the country, and then take a train full of witches and wizards to a magic school. In the following days Giles had tried to school her in some of the customs of the wizarding world, but most of the information went in one ear and out the other. She was too absorbed with the fact that she would be leaving her friends, family, and boyfriend to concentrate on the matter at hand.
There was a small part of her, though, that was curious as to why she was needed. As Giles had said, it had to be pretty important. A famous, powerful wizard didn’t just send you a letter every day for the heck of it, considering she didn’t have an ounce of magic in her body. That was Willow’s department. She and Giles had managed to convince both her mother and Snyder that she’d been accepted into a foreign exchange program, and fake papers were immediately procured by the Council, who’d been informed of her upcoming journey. She didn’t like including them but Giles had insisted that they could help if need be.
So here she was on Monday morning, tired from her long flight, missing her friends, thinking about Angel, and positive that she was about to become a pancake, because at the moment she was running full-speed at the brick in front of her. Amazingly she went right through it and found herself on a new platform, filled with bustling students and their teary-eyed families waving them off. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see Giles come through behind her.
They made their way onto the train and found an empty compartment, for which Buffy was thankful. She wasn’t in a particularly social mood at the moment. Giles stowed their luggage and she flopped down on the seat opposite him. She stared at him blankly for a moment then looked away. He looked as if he wanted to ask her something, perhaps if she was all right, but he didn’t say a word. She suspected that he knew her well enough by now to guess why she was unhappy. As the train started moving she continued to stare out her window, the same emotionless expression pasted on her face.
After a time she got bored with the scenery and actually took to reading one of the books Giles had brought. It was filled with information on the wizarding world and the more she read, the more she began to find it fascinating. When lunch time rolled around a woman pushing a cart stopped by their compartment, though Buffy wasn’t familiar with any of the food she offered. Giles purchased several different items, all with strange names she’d never heard, and he paid with coins Buffy had never seen.
She scrunched up her nose a little as the lady left and she looked at Giles questioningly. “What on earth are those?” She pointed at the coins and then at the food. Giles tossed her something orange and squishy and said, “Pumpkin pasty. They’re quite good.” He started opening a box of what looked like jelly beans as he answered her other question, “Wizarding money. There are three kinds of coins: gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts. There are seventeen Sickles to every Galleon, and twenty-nine Knuts to every Sickle.”
She stared at him a little slack-jawed as she processed the information. It was like going to school all over again. She now had to learn about an entirely different culture and money system. She had a hard enough time passing algebra! She slowly bit into the pasty and was surprised to find that it was
, indeed, quite good. It was almost night time when the train finally pulled to a stop. She grabbed her luggage and got off the train with Giles in the lead. He strangely seemed to know exactly where they were going. She was perplexed by his attitude and general knowledge of the whole situation thus far, and she made a mental note to ask him about it later. She definitely got the feeling that there was something he wasn’t telling her.
She was a little frightened at first when they rounded a corner to find several carriages waiting, lead by creatures that looked more like skeletons than horses. She stopped abruptly and turned wide eyes to Giles. “What are those things?” An unpleasant shudder went through her as she waited for his answer. He stopped and said, “Ah, yes, the thestrals. Not to worry, they won’t harm you. They can only be seen by those who’ve witnessed death.” Buffy slowly nodded and replied sardonically, “How cheery.”
She climbed into a carriage next to Giles and held onto the edge of her seat as it began to move. The ride was a tad bumpy and she was all too eager to be on her feet again. When the castle came into view she felt her stomach drop down to her toes. Big didn’t describe it. Huge, even, was a gross understatement. It was mountainous, marvelous, magnificent… She gaped at it relentlessly as they drew closer. Finally they arrived in front of a gigantic set of doors, perched atop a stone stairway. She dragged her suitcase up effortlessly and watched as a greasy-haired, spiteful-looking man allowed the students to file in.
She felt awkward and out of place, as everyone else seemed to know exactly where they going, and so she waited off to the side. Only when all of the students had gone inside did she approach the door. The man looked at her like she was something vile and then his gaze drifted to her watcher. Surprise showed on his face for a second before he said bitterly, “Ripper… how pleasant
to see you again.” She could tell by the tone of his voice that their reunion was anything BUT pleasant. Furthermore, she was flummoxed as to how they knew each other. She stayed silent as Giles answered the man. “Severus… we’re here at the request of Dumbledore, though I’m afraid his instructions were sketchy at best.”
The man narrowed his hateful eyes and said curtly, “I’m aware. You’re to join everyone else in the Great Hall for the feast. He’ll see you afterward.” Giles nodded at this and led her inside. She could do nothing but follow him as questions raced rampantly through her mind. Giles seemed to know this place, as if he’d been here before, but she couldn’t see why
he would’ve been here, unless his watcher training had required it for something.
She was about to question him when her ability to speak was snatched away from her. They’d just entered the Great Hall, leaving their suitcases outside the door, and she was sure she’d never seen anything so splendid in her life. There were four long tables filled with witches and wizards, all wearing standard black school robes, and a long table at the head of the hall where the professors sat. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, that the greasy-haired man made his way around the edge of the room and took one of the seats. Yet the seat at the very center of the table remained empty.
She only started moving when she felt Giles’s gentle nudge on her lower back. He led her to the closest table and she sat at the end, trying to ignore the curious stares of the students around her. Unlike them, she wasn’t wearing robes and she wasn’t carrying a wand. She swallowed hard and looked at Giles, opening and closing her mouth a few times, almost afraid to speak. Just then a loud voice commanded the attention of the room. She looked to the front and saw that an old man was now at the head table, right in front of the previously vacant seat.
He was holding his wand up near his throat, which seemed to be creating a megaphone effect, as he addressed the student body. “Welcome everyone, to a new year at Hogwarts.” He went on for several minutes with what seemed to be his yearly speech. Then he announced that the sorting would begin. Buffy was baffled as a severe-looking woman in green robes brought out a stool and a very battered hat. Her confusion only escalated when a line of students, looking to be an average of eleven years old, filed in from a side door. She nearly jumped out of her seat as the hat began to sing. She’d faced off against countless vampires and demon species, so it figured that a magical singing hat would be her undoing.
Giles had explained to her on the train that the school consisted of four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. She quickly figured out that the “sorting” was done by the hat, as it kept shouting out the house names when the students put it on. She also figured out that she was sitting at the Gryffindor table. When the line of first years had dwindled down to nothing, Dumbledore rose again and continued his speech.
He addressed the first years as a class, explaining to them which sections of the school were out of bounds, and then he wished everyone a pleasant school year in general. “Before we eat, however, I have one more announcement to make. Joining us this year will be Buffy Summers and Rupert Giles. They’re here upon my request and I expect them to be treated with the utmost respect. Mr. Giles will be assisting in the library and Miss Summers will be teaching a self-defense class, which will be required for all students. Further information will be given later in the week. Now to begin our banquet… Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”
Buffy supposed that she shouldn’t have been surprised by anything at this point, but when she heard that she would be teaching and then the food appeared on the tables, out of thin air, she barely contained herself. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes widened to saucer-like proportions. Giles seemed amused as he watched her and filled his plate with every kind of food imaginable. It didn’t take her long to dig in as well, as eating was something she’d always been good at. Looking at her you wouldn’t know it, but she could pack away more in one meal than your average high school quarterback.
While she was eating, she tried to ignore the stares and hushed whispers that were directed her way. Too often she would look up and find that the majority of the table was glancing at her. Her cheeks were a lot redder than she would’ve liked as she finished her meal in silence. After a massive dessert the students were released by house, and a student who seemed to be in charge of each would lead them out of the hall. Buffy stayed right where she was until everyone was gone. It was then that she noticed all of the professors were still at the head table.
Giles rose and motioned for her to follow him, at which point she stood uncertainly and trailed behind. They approached the table to find the silver-haired man, none other than Dumbledore himself, smiling welcomingly at them. She relaxed a little and smiled awkwardly as she said, “Hi. I’m Buffy.” The man tilted his head and said, “Welcome, Miss Summers. We’re all very grateful that you’ve come. I’d like to take a moment to introduce you to the professors.”
He indicated each of the teachers as he said their name and the class that they taught. She came to find out that the man at the door, whom Giles had addressed as Severus, was more widely known as Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Buffy already had a bad feeling about him. He put her on edge for a reason that she couldn’t pinpoint, and she knew right away that they wouldn’t be getting along.
He continued to introduce Minerva McGonagall (Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryffindor, and Transfiguration teacher), Filius Flitwick (Head of Ravenclaw and Charms teacher), Pomona Sprout (Head of Hufflepuff and Herbology teacher), Sybill Trelawney (Divination teacher), and Horace Slughorn (Potions master), who’d already been introduced to everyone before the meal. She also met the nurse, Madam Pomfrey, and the Grounds Keeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Rubeus Hagrid. She was suspicious of Hagrid right away because of his half-giant size alone, but as soon as he spoke she was put at ease. She could tell there was nothing dubious about this man, so she shot him a warm smile and nodded her head in greeting.
After the introductions concluded the faculty scattered and Dumbledore led Buffy and Giles out of the Great Hall. They followed him up several flights of stairs and through a hidden staircase to what she assumed was his office. There were moving paintings and portraits all throughout the castle, especially lining Dumbledore’s office, and Buffy found herself spellbound by her surroundings. Dumbledore offered her a seat but she was too wired to accept it. Instead she paced slightly and a frown furrowed her brow line. She looked over at him and started quietly, “Um… Mr. Dumbledore?” He nodded at her to continue and she said, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but could you tell me why I’m here? This is all kind of sudden and very unexpected for me…”
He gazed at her for a moment before answering, “Miss Summers… I assume Mr. Giles has told you a bit about this school and the magical community,” he continued at her nod, “but what he hasn’t told you is that we’re in the middle of a war, so to speak.” Her brows shot upward and she waited for him to elaborate, which he did shortly. “Years ago, before you were even born, there was a wizard who went bad. He’s arguably one of the most powerful wizards who's ever lived. He killed many innocents and turned many to his side, through fear and the lure of great power. Sixteen years ago he tried to kill a boy named Harry Potter, but the boy lived and he lost his power.”
He paused as he went over to stand next to a gorgeous red bird, which nuzzled his hand affectionately and cawed at him. He glanced sideways over his half-moon glasses as he continued his tale. “A little over a year ago he returned, and he found a way to overcome the protective magic that saved young Harry. Many of his followers have returned to his side, and I’m afraid the wizarding world hasn’t seen the last of his evil. I fear he’s only just beginning, and now he’s brought trouble to Hogwarts. That’s why you’ve been called here Miss Summers. I need you to protect the students and teach them how to defend themselves."
"Voldemort has created a new breed of vampires that seems to be immune to magic. Given his abhorrence to Muggles and anything non-magical, this is the last thing any of us could’ve foreseen.” Dumbledore had a slightly troubled look in his eyes as he gazed toward his window contemplatively. Buffy stood in silence, studying him and flicking her gaze over to Giles occasionally. She still wanted to know what part he had in all of this. “I’ve already found several vampires wandering the campus at night. I’ve put up spells to ward them off, but magic won’t kill them.”
He turned to face her and she wore a look of grim determination as she stated, “Well it looks like you’re in need of a slayer. I’ll be glad to help any way I can.” He smiled at her and said, “I had hoped so.” There was a knock at the door and he called out, “Come in!” Professor McGonagall stepped inside and inclined her head by way of greeting them all. Dumbledore gestured to her and said, “Professor McGonagall will show you to your rooms. I’ve made special accommodations so you’ll each have your own private space apart from the dormitories. And Rupert, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon to discuss the issue at hand.”
Giles nodded before following Buffy and McGonagall out of the office. He hadn’t expected to ever end up in these halls again. The school had seemed so much a part of his youth and it had been easy to blend in with the Muggle world. Now it seemed he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He was going to have to go back to his roots to stop Voldemort from taking over, something he was very adamant about accomplishing. He was old enough to remember the havoc that had been wreaked under Voldemort’s last rein. He wasn’t about to let that happen again if there was anything he could do to prevent it.
The professor led them to Buffy’s room first, which was situated next the Gryffindor dormitories and inside the common room, but she had her own painting and password for privacy. Giles was to be staying in a room that was conveniently located near the library. Buffy found that her luggage had already been brought to her room and placed at the foot of her bed. Before Giles could leave with Professor McGonagall, she touched his shoulder to get his attention. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look as commanding as she could while she said, “You still haven’t told me how you know so much about this place. You have a lot of explaining to do, mister.”
She stopped short of stomping her foot, though she was awfully tempted to do so, and he nearly laughed at her antics. Through all the seriousness of the day, it was a pleasure to have her humorous mannerisms lightening things up. He smiled and embraced her gently, saying quietly so others couldn’t hear, “Don’t worry, Buffy. All will be explained tomorrow. Meet me in the library after breakfast.” He pulled back and said, “Sleep well. We’ll be busy in the morning.”
She nodded and he left, following McGonagall out of the Gryffindor common room and leaving lots of curious stares in his wake. Instead of getting unpacked and settled in right away, she opted to explore the common room and possibly get to know some people. While she’d much rather be in Sunnydale talking to Willow, there were much larger issues at stake than her social life. She figured she and Giles would have to pick up some magic supplies in the next few days, and she decided to try and get an owl so she could send letters to her friends.
She stepped out of her room and shifted uneasily as she looked around the common room. People were lounging and conversing on the seats near the fireplace, and some students were huddled on the floor studying or playing what looked like chess, except the pieces were moving of their own accord. She watched on with interest until the portrait covering the entrance swung open, and three students she recognized from dinner entered. One had long-ish, shaggy red hair and dozens of freckles, another had messy black hair and brilliant green eyes, though they were slightly hidden behind his round glasses, and the third was a girl with chocolate brown eyes and thick, wavy, light brown hair. They all looked to be her age and they seemed thick as thieves with the way they were whispering to each other. She tried not to listen in as she went back to watching the chess game.
“Don’t you think you’re jumping to conclusions a bit too quickly?” Hermione frowned as she whispered harshly in Harry’s direction. As soon as he’d met up with them in the Great Hall, face covered in blood, he’d launched into a theory that Malfoy was up to something evil and perhaps helping Voldemort. She’d put her foot down at once on the grounds that he had no solid proof. All they’d seen so far was a shady meeting in Borgin & Burke. Add to that Malfoy’s threat on the train and his attempt at sending Harry away from Hogwarts, and it was clear that the boy was up to something, but that something didn’t automatically equal helping the Dark Lord return to power.
He frowned back at her and said, “I just have this feeling in my gut, Hermione. I just know he’s up to no good.” She sighed in irritation and said, “Be that as it may, we can’t just go around accusing students of helping Voldemort.” She lowered her voice even further as she said his name, still fighting the urge to shiver. “Dumbledore won’t tolerate it if we don’t have proof.”
Harry got that look on his face that he always got when he was about to get himself in trouble. “Then we’ll just have to find proof.” Hermione glared and Ron, who’d been mostly silent until this point, exclaimed, “You’ve gone mad!” Hermione shushed him and he cowed a bit before continuing in a whisper, “Malfoy’ll kill us if he finds out we’re spying on him and snooping in his business.” Hermione stuck up her nose and said matter-of-factly, “Exactly. I think we should stay out of this and let Dumbledore handle it.”
Harry was extremely frustrated at this point and threw his hands up in resignation, tired of arguing for the moment. “Fine. Do what you like. I’m going to keep an eye on Malfoy, with or without your help.” He stalked off in a manner that reminded Buffy of Angel, and Hermione and Ron exchanged worried glances. Buffy tried to turn her attention back to the chess game as Ron went off after Harry, already feeling guilty for eavesdropping. She’d just begun to pay attention to the players when she felt a light tap on her shoulder.
She turned to come face-to-face with the girl she now knew as Hermione, from the conversation she really shouldn’t have heard. The girl wore a curious expression and a little half-smile as she introduced herself, “Hello. I’m Hermione Granger. I was intrigued to hear that you’d be staying here this year, especially since Dumbledore hasn’t said much about why.” Buffy was a little thrown and unsure of what to say. She’d only just found out herself why she was here, and she wasn’t sure how much the students knew about the vampire problem.
She forced a smile and said, “Hi. I’m Buffy. But you already knew that.” A nervous laugh ensued and she felt completely embarrassed with herself. ‘Leave it to me to turn into a babbling idiot the first time someone my age approaches me.’ She was saved from her predicament when Hermione pushed the conversation forward. “So… are you a witch? If you’re teaching regular self defense classes, does that mean you don’t have any magic?” Buffy shrugged a little and said, “Nope. I’m just a normal girl.” Inwardly she thought, ‘Yeah… I wish.’ Outwardly she continued, “Dumbledore wants me to teach you all how to protect yourselves, in situations where magic won’t help you.”
Hermione seemed to understand where she was coming from and Buffy found herself intrigued by this girl. She wanted to know more about her, besides the fact that she was a witch. She clasped her hands nervously in front of her as she put on an awkward smile. “Have you always known you were a witch? I have a friend who dabbles in spells, but she has a different kind of magic than everyone here.” Hermione smiled, obviously interested in what Buffy had to say, and she said, “Actually, I grew up as Muggle. I never even knew magic existed until I got my letter. My parents are dentists.”
Buffy was surprised to find herself giggling a little, joined by Hermione, as they continued to talk about their upbringings. Hermione spoke of her parents and her childhood, and Buffy told her what it was like growing up in LA, surrounded by tall buildings and beautiful people. Eventually they ended up sitting by the fire and discussing life at Hogwarts. Hermione filled Buffy in on all of the adventures she’d been through in the last five years, and Buffy yearned to tell about her adventures as the slayer. It seemed she’d made a real friend in this girl and it pained her to keep such a secret, but she knew Giles would not be happy if she spilled the beans.
When it was quite late and most of the students had abandoned the common room, Buffy yawned and stretched a little where she was sitting. “I guess I should be heading to bed pretty soon. Giles will kill me if I don’t pay attention tomorrow. He still has to take me to get some robes and other supplies. I don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb more than I already do.” As far as Hermione knew, Giles was just the librarian at Buffy’s old high school. That was the best cover story she’d been able to come up with on the spot, since she felt she
didn’t even know the full story behind Giles’s history at Hogwarts.
They said goodnight with the promise to speak again the following day, Hermione even offering Buffy a tour of the castle after lunch. Buffy was quick to accept and happy that she wouldn’t be completely alone. At least she would have a girly companion to talk to in the absence of her friends. Thinking about Willow made her feel a pang of guilt, knowing she had left everyone behind without much explanation. She vowed that she would send a letter to the Scoobies as soon as possible to fill them in.
As she curled up in bed her mind went to Angel. A smile turned up the edges of her mouth as she thought about him and his comically poofy hair. He was a great boyfriend and her first real love, but there was a lot of tension in their relationship, mostly due to the fact that he was a 200+ vampire and she was a 16-year-old slayer. The only thing that ever bothered her was that he sometimes shared so little with her. He could get to be broody and stoic to the point where he wouldn’t say anything at all. Yet when she looked into his eyes she knew he loved her. She closed her eyes and snuggled into her pillow, hoping against hope that this separation wouldn’t tear them apart.End note:
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