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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307202,1341 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

The Best Way to Get Past Security...

...is to Act Like You Own The Place.


March 31, 2005 8:38 PM



"Sir! Sir! You have to check your wand!"

Giles had just strode through the security checkpoint without stopping. "I have no wand," he explained. "I am Rupert Giles, Chief Watcher of the Watchers' Council of Britain. Your people have arrested one of mine this afternoon. Has Mister Penshaw Arrived? What about Madam Tonks?"

Eric Munch had been trained to respond to the voice of authority, and this man had authority in spades. His eyes widened at the mention of the Watcher's Council, and if the rumors were true then they were in serious trouble. He was very flustered, which had been the point, when he'd sat down and thought about things later.

"Ah... Y-es, Mister Giles, your b-barrister has arrived with his associate, and M-madam T-tonks met them here in the atrium."

"Excellent." Giles started walking again.

"But Sir! You can't go down there unescorted! I've got to get someone to take you.

"I'll take him," a gravelly voice said as it came through the wand-detector station, setting off every alarm present.

"Mister Moody," Eric sighed in relief.

Giles stopped in his tracks. "Alastor Moody?" He didn't turn around. His reputation for having an itchy wand hand preceded him.

"Indeed," Moody responded, stumping up to him.

At this, Giles did turn around, slowly and keeping his hands still. "Extraordinary."

"From what I hear, you've been wanting a word with me. I can't say I haven't been wanting one with you as well. Perhaps we'll have that word once our business is complete here." He pointed to his ear and pointed to the wall.

Giles nodded. "Of course. I would be most grateful for the Escort, as it will most likely keep me from being arrested myself by the people currently in charge of this..." he waved a hand around as he searched for a word that was both not too insulting, yet still accurate. "...Farce of a police force."

They arrived at the elevator, just in time for it to open.

Andromeda looked up as the doors opened, her arm still linked through Willow's.

"Giles," Willow said in surprise. "They think I made the marks burn, but I didn't do it. I swear."

Andromeda nudged her. "Not here, darling."

"Quite right," Darby agreed.

"Well, hello there, Moody," Daniel Penshaw said with a smile.

"Penshaw," he grunted in greeting.

Giles, resplendent in his Harris Tweed, smiled at Andromeda, and then asked Willow, "Are you all right?"

"Well, I got arrested, but I'm quite well. Minister Shacklebolt and Harry Potter were nice. There were two Aurors behind a glass ready to take me out, but everyone was nice. Someone thought I was cute."

"This is Rupert Giles, then?" Darby said then held out a hand. "Pleasure. I'm Darby Penshaw."

"Daniel Penshaw," Daniel said. "I've been retained by Andromeda to protect Miss Rosenberg's interests."

Giles shook hands with the Penshaws. "Excellent. What was the charge?"

"They didn't really say," Willow replied, frowning.

"And if they pull that rubbish again," Darby announced. "They will deal with me, and they do not want to deal with me. My father and uncle only hire the best."

"I doubt he'll recall, but I actually worked with your father some time ago, back in the late eighties or early nineties, I believe, on a matter which I believe we may again require his assistance with," Giles responded.

Andromeda looked at Daniel who was smiling enigmatically. "You and your secrets."

"Why do you think I agreed to this so quickly?" He looked at Giles. "I do recall, but I was unsure if you wanted me to bring it up."

Darby scowled. "We are being observed. I suggest we get Miss Rosenberg out of this Ministry."

Andromeda nodded. "Willow, I can take you to the Council or to Nessa's. The Ministry can't breach either place."

"After you take care of Willow, Daniel, I should be most grateful if you would come to my office at the council. I have a few free hours today, and I would like to discuss business," Giles said.

"I want to go home. Draco and Oz will be worried."

Andromeda nodded.

"I will see you later then, Rupert," Daniel said. "I'd like to have a look around your facility."

"I shall be pleased to give you the tour," Giles responded. "I am going to have a word with Mister Potter And the Minister, after which time I shall be back to the house."

"Actually, I'm on my way down to talk to Kingsley," Moody reported. He smirked. "I wouldn't be adverse to stirring the pot a little." He paused. "And I wouldn't mind a tour of your facilities myself."

"I am happy that you are safe and sound, Willow. I will see you later."

He smiled at Andromeda. "And will I see you later as well?"

"You will. We're having dinner soon."

Willow smiled a Giles. "Be nice. No Ripper. It wasn't that bad."

"I'm certain that I have no idea what it is that you're talking about," he responded, grinning.
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