The Other Side
The Shroud of Pandora
(A/N: Set just after Season 5 Buffy, Book 5 HP. Some scenes from the endings of both may be used. Contains death spoilers for Order of the Phoenix and Buffy season 5 finale. You are warned.)
- Disclaimer: For entertainment purposes only. I make no claim at ownership of any characters or settings from the 'Harry Potter' novels or 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' television series which may be used within.
Chapter One: The Other Side
"Come on, you can do better than that!" He yelled, his voice echoing in the massive underground chamber as he ducked the bolt of red light. At least, he thought, it wasn't green.
Laughing, he forgot to duck the second, and he could see the look in Cousin Bella's face. She knew it, he knew it.
The effects of the spell ran through his form, tensing muscles and stimulating nerves. But the usual pain did not come; as soon as he began to fall back, he felt the thready presence of the curtain against the top of his head, the back of his neck.
His face twisted in surprise as the room around him vanished in the blink of an eye; it felt as if an ice-cold gale was rushing along his body, from his head to his toes and through the curtain.
It was replaced by another room, one of brick and mortar, not unlike many of the shops of Diagon Alley. Except this room did not contain spellbooks and owls and jars of dragon's blood and eye of newt.
He picked himself up from the padded floor, and looked around. It did not look like anything he'd ever seen, other than perhaps some sort of Muggle sports training center. A punching bag, a collection of knives on the wall, a well-used crossbow hanging on a hook by the door. Crossing the room to judge it against his own hands, the crossbow was sized for a human, and a rather small one at that. Definitely not Hagrid's, then.
He found his wand in his pocket - somehow, subconsciously he'd stowed it away there. Good. He took it out and whispered, "Lumos."
Suddenly, the room filled with light, light bathed him and seemed to be cooking off his skin. "Nox! Nox!" He yelled, quickly. The wand-light went dark; but at least his magic still worked. Too well, even.
The last time his wand-light had been close to that strong was in Hogwarts itself, last summer, when he'd gone to offer the house to Dumbledore.
Apparently, someone had heard his calling out "Nox!", for a rather tweedy gentleman rushed into the room, via the only door. He wore a gray suit, not unlike Minister Fudge, and seemed all the more flustered by the wizard standing in the training-room. The wand barely made it back to its holster in time to avoid questions.
About the wand, anyway. "How... where... who are you?"
The wizard stumbled across the darkened room, eventually finding purchase leaning against the a large wood and cloth punching-dummy. The man in the Muggle suit simply flicked a switch by the door, and overhead, electric lights came up, bathing the room in artificial flourescence.
Deciding to keep things simple, the wizard addressed the last question first. "Sirius Black. And you are?"
"Rupert Giles. The proprietor of this establishment."
Sirius was surprised to hear the British accent in his own voice mirrored in that of this Muggle man. At least he hadn't gone far; Harry and Dumbledore would find him. He glanced around, hoping to spot a matching curtain, but the portal had apparently been one way only. The walls were solid brick, all the way around, except for that door the Muggle man had come through.