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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing 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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307196,7621 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

In which Alastor Moody finds out what's on...

Verity's Mind

March 14, 2005 12:31 PM


"Granddad?"

"Yes love?" Moody winced as his prosthetic leg twisted funny on a rock. He and Verity were making their way to the edges of the wards of the school.

"What's going to happen to me?"

Moody stopped walking and looked at his great granddaughter. "What do you mean? I assume that you will do well on your N.E.W.T. tests, and will end up marrying some nice brave young man who will give you a few little ones for me to dote upon."

Verity's look darkened and stated quite clearly that she was not impressed, and furthermore, that she knew that he knew what she'd meant.

He chuckled. "We'll see if you can come back to Hogwarts next year, but if you cannot, we will make other arrangements." He started walking again. "Provided that the Council checks out, we can try to make use of the few wizarding folk working at the council, and anything we cannot, we will find a tutor. We will make sure that you can pass your N.E.W.T.s"

She was still worried. "And after that?"

"You could probably get a job anywhere you liked, I suppose. Or you could work for the council in a specialist capacity, or leave both the council and the wizarding world and go to university."

She pouted. "You sound like I'll be like any normal girl."

"You are a normal girl."

"Do you think they'll let me play Quidditch if I'm allowed to come back?"

"That, my dear," he said, "You will have to take up with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flintwick. I really couldn't say."

They crossed the wards, and Moody stopped and turned to his great granddaughter. "Well, Turnip, here we are. Do well this week. I'll see you next Friday evening." He kissed her on the forehead. "And don't worry. It'll all be all right." He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Thanks, Granddad," she replied, sullenly.

He watched her walk up to the castle, and only after she had entered the keep did he turn and leave.
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