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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307191,8551 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Tour and Talk

April 2, 2005 1:23PM

Narcissa wanted to see her son again. He'd sent owls assuring her he was doing fine, but it was nice to see him in person. Draco had a tendency to view things as fine whereas she would be extremely worried. She also was curious about this Council he was in. She'd not looked at the building when she came to visit him, for she had other things on her mind.

After being led to his rooms again, she took her seat and waited for him to arrive.

Pevensie slammed into Draco's rooms. She took a running leap and landed on her back on the couch. It groaned in protest. She threw one arm over her eyes and tried to relax. She wanted a nap before her afternoon lessons.

She stiffened when she realized she was not alone.

Narcissa had nearly hexed Draco's little slayer but she refrained once she realized the girl was just running to the couch, not to her. "Draco hasn't done anything to upset you has he? Or do you feel like abusing the furniture for the sake of abusing it?"

Pevensie lifted her arm. "Hi, Mom. Just tired. I wanted a nap. I can't get that in my dorm room. Too many girls in and out."

Narcissa rarely was so surprised she was speechless, but this young girl had done it effortlessly by calling her "mom". After a few moments, she put her wand away and settled back into the chair. "Well, Miss Karlsen, I'll leave you to your nap. I just wanted to visit Draco, but clearly he isn't about."

"He's about. He's in the library with Willow."

That wasn't a bit helpful considering she had no idea where the library was. She'd just come back another time because Narcissa wasn't about to get lost in this nonsense of young girls. She couldn't stand them when they were of equal age. She'd just have to get a guide another way.

"Well then I won't disturb him," she replied as she rose. "Have a nice nap."

Pevensie sat up and practiced her 'Draco' look at his mom. "You didn't come out here all this way to go right back home. Come on. I'll take you to the library."

She smirked and gestured to the door. "Then please lead the way."

They had almost made it to the library when Pevensie heard a voice that made her cringe.

"I thought you were going to take a nap."

Pevensie turned and did not even keep the look of irritation from her face. "I am showing Draco's mother to the library, so if you don't mind, Brittany, we'll be on our way. 'K, thanks."

Her path was blocked.

"His mom will hex you if you don't cut it out," Pevensie warned. "More importantly, I'll let her. Even more important than that, I'll point and laugh afterwards. Loudly."

It was because of childish stunts like this that she received too many detentions for hexing her classmates. The head of Slytherin at the time figured out in fifth year to stop trying to prevent it. "And who is this charming young lady?"

"Mom, Brittany. Brittany, Mrs. Malfoy. She's a slayer also. No field work yet."

Pevensie smiled. She knew that was a raw point with Brittany. It was a raw point with a lot of the younger slayers. Pevensie got to go on patrols. She already had battle scars.

"All you ever do is get beat up when you go out," Brittany snapped. "I would not be bragging about that if I were you."

"You want to settle this in the training room with the staffs?"

Brittany paled slightly and brushed past them quickly.

"That's what I thought."

"I've always thought physical violence unseemly, but it seems to disperse problems just as quickly as a hex," Narcissa stated thoughtfully. "Interesting. No wonder Draco was in so many fights at school."

"It's his fault really. He noticed I was sort of adept with a staff as a weapon, so we trained very hard there. He also makes me read. A lot. He is all about the school. But on the fight subject, I think that was probably his mouth, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Of course it was. It was a mixture of his father's wit and my temper. The world could only handle one of our children. It's why Draco's an only child."

They arrived at a large double door. "I take it this is the library?"

"It is, and there's a charm on it so if you get too loud, you get shushed. Nice to see you again," Pevensie said, waving as she walked off.

Narcissa turned to the doors with a sour look on her face. "Charming." She entered the library and tried to listen for voices. There were hushed whispers coming from her left, so she started to peruse through the stacks.

Draco and Willow were having a hushed conversation about her having to go back to the coven.

"It will be fine," he said.

"Draco, you don't know how bad it got."

"I saw the aftermath, remember?" He was about to say something else when he saw his mother past them while looking at the shelves. "Mother?"

"Shhhhhhh."

Narcissa rolled her eyes. That was going to become a nuisance with Draco's mouth. He tended to become overly loud. "Hello, darling, Miss Rosenberg." She turned to Draco. "I wanted to check on you and perhaps get that tour I was promised the first time I was here. Your delightful slayer led me here and assured me you weren't busy."

"No. We were just talking about stuff."

"Oh we could totally show you around," Willow offered.

"That would be lovely. You don't mind, do you darling? Of course you don't," she said, not letting him respond. "Thank you for the offer, Miss Rosenberg."

Draco got a pinched look.

"Don't be such a sour puss," Willow said, poking him in the ribs. "You look like you ate a whole lemon when you do that. It's really not attractive, and with Buffy out of the mix, we really need you looking your best."

"You're one to talk. Who was the last person you kissed? What was her name again?"

"Shush," Willow said, getting up and leading them out of the library.

"Rhymes with euphoria."

Willow gave him a warning look. "Draco..."

"Stop teasing, Draco. I'm very sad that things didn't work out between you and Buffy. She was lovely, and your father was positive when he heard she killed things for a living. He might have actually grown to tolerate her like he does with you."

"It's too bad you're just friends with Anya," Willow said. "She really needs a boyfriend, I think."

Draco made a face. "I do not think of Anya that way. Though father would think having a vengeance demon in the family a badge of honor."

Narcissa chuckled. "He might have something to say about your children though. You're making him nervous. We're both ready for our Malfoy grandchildren."

"You can have Pevensie for now." Draco smirked. "I should bring her 'round to meet Father. Won't that be fun? Especially if he starts in on me like usual. He could come away with a black eye."

She glared at Draco. "Do you really think that would help anything? Or that he would hex her for it if she even got close enough? I really wish this animosity between you and your father would stop. It's bad enough he chased you out of the Manor."

"I was not chased. I chose to leave. He just can't bear the fact that I don't like to kill people. You'd think maiming or emotionally crippling someone would be good enough, but nooooo..."

"Draco," Willow warned.

He could get nasty when he went on a daddy issues tirade. Willow was fairly certain his mother did not want to hear it just now.

"Right. You've seen the library and the kitchen. How about the training room?"

Narcissa didn't like talk of her family at odds with each other. She'd had enough of that growing up, and while she realized Lucius and Draco would never see eye to eye on things, it would be nice to not have them try to kill each other during dinner.

"Very well."

There were several slayer going through sparring exercises. Draco's mother got quite a few curious glances.

"It's not very interesting," Willow added. "Well, unless you are into training. There's showers and a locker room off that way."

Narcissa looked around at all the slayers fighting. It was an interesting lifestyle to lead. "I've never been one for physical altercations unless it was a last resort. I'm much better with my wand."

"Draco's learning how to kick people in their faces," Willow offered. "Buffy and another watcher are teaching him. He's actually not bad."

Narcissa stopped and looked at Draco with a mild glare.

"What?" Draco said. "I'm learning how to defend myself should my wand be knocked away. Don't worry, Mother. I won't be kicking Father in the face unless he edspecially deserves it."

Willow cleared her throat nervously. "So I hear you like gardens. We have several greenhouses and several green things. Let's go look, hmmm?"

"You let Draco near your gardens? He likes to burn mine down," Narcissa said lightly with a grin. Draco always knew which section not to burn down, and always bought new flowers for the garden. He wouldn't always plant them himself, but he'd supervise, making sure everything was in the correct place.

"You provoked me. Besides, these gardens here are mine as well. I only burn things in the cemeteries."

As they walked, Narcissa gently laid her hand on Draco's head. "I'm so sorry you take after my side of the family."

"You'd rather I take after Father's?"

"Anyway," Willow said loudly. "Draco would never burn anything here because he helped plant some of it."

"You never planted any of my flowers," Narcissa said. "You're kicking in heads and playing in dirt. Oh how I will savor the look on your father's face when he finds out."

"If it's any conciliation, I threatened him to get him to help," Willow offered as they stepped out near the greenhouses.

Chao-Ahn was barking orders in Mandarin to several of the younger slayers while the watcher Li Jiao translated. The word maggot seemed to be especially popular in her tirade.

She grinned as she looked around the room. "It reminds me of dinners at home. Willow, you and Buffy simply must come whenever I can drag Draco back to the Manor. Pevensie is also welcome."

"That would be great, but warn you husband to mind his manners. Buffy is known to hit first and ask questions later."

They were walking into the private cemetery. Draco wondered if Willow realized this. He knew she came out here a lot, so perhaps her feet just automatically walked this way.

He also knew Pevensie came here as well. She touched the names of the fallen slayers on the monument. It was something they had in common. Both were interested in where they came from.

"I have very strict dinner rules, and hopefully Draco has not been gone long enough that he has forgotten them."

"I'll behave if he does."

"All right," Willow snapped. "I am trying to have a nice visit with your mom an show her around, and you are making me cranky with the not so subtle animosity towards your dad. Please do not bring it up again."

Willow stalked off and when to pull a weed growing near Tara's grave. She gave the headstone a loving pat and said something Draco could not hear.

Narcissa chuckled. "I believe that was a not so subtle hint to drop all conversation regarding your relationship with your father. I do want to have a nice time, Draco. Stop making it difficult."

Draco was going to argue and say that he did not make things difficult, that his father did, but he held his tongue. Willow had said to drop it and he knew his mother did not like it either.

"Thank you," she said and continued walking. "Tell me about this place since you've managed to piss off yet another wonderful female."

"We teach them. Pevensie specifically is my charge. I am responsible for her education. She goes to classes. She studies the watcher diaries. She trains, and she works in a Herbology shop in Diagon."

She nodded as they continued to walk slowly. "Does Pevensie have any magic or is she strictly muggle?"

"The fact that she is a slayer makes her more than a Muggle to begin with, but she does not use a wand if that's what you mean."

"Then what on earth are you teaching her?" Narcissa asked.

"I train with her. I taught her how to use a staff," Draco said defensively. "I let her know that someone cares for her."

Narcissa stopped them and put a hand on Draco's cheek. Sometimes she worried that Lucius had hardened Draco too much, but then he went and let her know he was still very much her son. "Then you are teaching her enough."

Draco made a face. "She saved my life. She put herself between me and that thing when I was knocked out."

"And that is a sign you are doing something right. Who else would do that for you, besides myself of course."

"My coworkers," Draco answered honestly. "Willow, Buffy, Oz, Anya. I hope Blaise would."

Narcissa rolled her eyes. "You know that boy would do anything for you. Calanthe went to Greece for a while, but she was still barred from the wards last time she checked."

"We haven't spoken about that yet. He wasn't ready. It's my fault, I think. I gave him grief about his Knockturn dealings, about Calanthe using him to do her dirty work."

"I know Calanthe means well sometimes and she is one of my closest friends, but she is not a mother. She loved Blaise for his uses, not just for him being her son, and I'm not sure he's ever forgiven her for that." Narcissa peered over at him curiously. "You do know that's not the case between us, do you not?"

Draco glared at her. "Do you need to hear me say so? I am well aware that you love me, Mother. I love you as well. You can tell by how much we argue."

She chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Blacks tend to show love in unorthodox ways. I wasn't sure if I needed to hold you head first off the roof or not."

Willow approached slowly. "Are we good now? Good. Let's keep going."
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