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This story is No. 1 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: A series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR1879145,1112693139,0991 Feb 1028 Feb 10Yes

Every Claim You Stake

Welcome. We are BrendanM, CamperX, echo, Jo Anne Storm and Riverchic.

This is a livejournal series. You can find us at Scriptificus.

We do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the the Series or Harry Potter characters being portrayed here. They are the property of Joss Whedon and JK Rowling.

For the purposes of this story, certain canon events have been altered, but all will be revealed as the story unfolds. We hope you enjoy it, and feel free to join our Out of Character journal HERE for discussion.

Thanks for reading.

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February 1, 2005 12:01 AM

She thought she was being so careful. Draco watched his slayer shimmy down a trellis on the side of the giant manor house in Wiltshire that belonged to the Council. It wasn’t too terribly far from his family estate. He was familiar with Wiltshire. He’d grown up here. It was nice to be settled and working here. He hadn’t thought it would be and had often questioned the Council’s decision to buy and make their base here, but the rebuilding was coming along nicely, and most of the neighbors seemed to like them. Narcissa and Lucius weren’t among those people, but that was alright by Draco. He and his parents had been agreeing to disagree on certain issues for years now.

No, most of the neighbors liked them here. That might be Willow and Buffy, though. They could be quite charming when they chose. So could Giles. Xander too for that matter.

As the little blonde girl jumped the last meter and landed on the ground, Draco stepped out of the shadows.

“Pevensie, what are you doing?”

Pevensie jumped and shouted in alarm. How did he do that? She’d been trying to go on a patrol all weekend, and he always seemed to know when she was sneaking out.

“If you get yourself killed, Giles is going to be very put out with me, you know. Not to mention Willow’s crankiness or Buffy’s irritation about it. Come along. Back to bed with you.”

“Draco,” Pevensie whined.

“You’re fourteen. You’ve plenty of time to save the world.”

“How old was Buffy the first time she saved the world?”

“Buffy was also the only slayer at that time,” Draco said, placing a hand on her back to guide her back into the house. “You are one of many. Let the more seasoned slayers do the slaying for now. You’ll have your chance. Don’t make me petrify you again.”

“But I’ve slayed things before.”

“Yes, do let’s bring up Los Angeles because that always puts me in such a fine mood,” he snapped.

Pevensie pursed her lips together. The fact that she had stowed away to fight in an apocalyptic battle not too long ago was no one’s favorite subject.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up,” Draco said, distantly, thinking of his own youth and desire to prove himself. “It might not be all that you expect.”

She huffed and stormed up the stairs.

Willow walked up to stand next to Draco. “She’s a handful.”

“Yes. Thank you for that,” he replied sarcastically.

“She needed guidance. That much has been apparent since LA. You can handle it. Everyone thinks so.”

“Or you lot want to see me pull all my hair out from frustration,” Draco replied dryly.

Willow reached up to ruffle his perfectly arranged hair. He batted her hand away.

“Don’t touch my hair.”

She grinned. “So prissy.”

“Go chant or something. Meditate,” Draco snapped, walking up the stairs to his room. “Where’s Giles?”

“Out.”

“Buffy?”

“Out patrolling.”

“Anya?”

“Being antisocial.”

“Xander?”

“Off to retrieve another potential and taking Dawn her blue cashmere sweater she left behind,” Willow replied.

“How did Abbott do on her first day last week? I didn’t see her.”

“We took a light day. You wouldn’t have seen her. She’s different than her predecessor.”

“Of course she is. She’s a Hufflepuff. She also managed to last a week without getting turned into a vampire. Good show there.”

“Your first comment is about her being a Hufflepuff?”

“Or as Buffy calls it - a Puffinstuff,” Draco remarked drolly.

“Be nice.”

“Remember to whom you speak.”

“You guys and your houses,” Willow sighed. ”That’s so weird to me.”

Draco just nodded and continued up the stairs.

“It’s a new day,” Willow said. “Things are about to change. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end, you know. This will be a good thing. We have a new liaison. You have a slayer. We’re starting. It’ll be good.”

“Hmmm,” was Draco’s only remark as he made his way up the rest of the stairs.

Willow shook her head. She knew him well enough by now to know he was not as disaffected as he pretended to be. The fact that he had just asked where everyone was proved that to her. He would probably stay awake long enough to make sure Buffy returned safely. Buffy would never know, and Draco would think no one had noticed.

Willow did, though. She noticed everything.
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