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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307196,4641 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Last One to Know

April 3, 2005 8:00PM


Buffy didn't feel like training tonight. Most of the time she was up for beating the daylights out of an object, but tonight she wanted to do something special. She'd gotten the scythe out of its trunk and decided to polish it up. It'd been a long time since she had held the magical item, and after swinging it about, she sat down and began.

She heard the door to the training open just as she was finishing up sharpening the ax blade. "Hey Oz. What's up? Like my shiny scythe?"

Oz raised a brow.

Draco stepped in behind him. The two of them had found themselves within hanging out distance a lot lately. Mainly because Oz was the other person who was male in Draco's age bracket besides Blaise that he could stand.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked.

Buffy furrowed her brow. "What do you mean? Should something be wrong with me? Am I acting non-Buffy?"

"You're overly chipper and grooming a weapon," Draco said.

"Sharpening," Oz corrected.

"You told her, right?"

"Um, no," Oz said.

Draco frowned. "What? I thought you aid you were?"

"Well, it was resolved so quickly. Why didn't you tell her? You're her almost-boyfriend."

"I did not say I would be the one to tell her," Draco snapped.

While they had been arguing, Buffy stood and walked over to them. She stuck the scythe in between them so they would both stop. "Yeah, hi. I don't know what the hell you guys are talking about, but let's all be reminded who has the sharp object in the room and inform the rest of the class before bits get chopped off."

"You don't know?" Draco looked at Oz. "She doesn't know! Tell her now!"

Oz looked at Buffy for a long time. "So it's all good now, but Willow got arrested by the auror dudes. Giles' girlfriend hired a lawyer and Giles went down there in his super tweed."

Buffy looked confused. "Aurora dudes? Did someone hire a kinky stripper for the lesbian?"

"The wizard po-po," Oz offered.

"Bunch of wankers," Draco added. "They thought she made the marks burn. She wouldn't do that to me. They did not even involve Abbott and she's the liaison."

She glanced between the two of them slowly. "Let me get this straight. Willow was arrested by the wizarding police and they weren't exactly being all nice about it, but Giles handled it?" They both nodded and she sighed. "All right."

Buffy noticed the second the tension left their shoulders and pushed through them, scythe still firmly in hand. Oz hadn't completely dropped his guard but Buffy was pissed off. No one could stop a pissed off slayer.

"Oh gods don't let her chop me in two," Draco mutter to himself.

"Petrificus totalus!"

"What did you just do?" Oz asked incredulously.

Draco hurried around and held up his hands. "Now, Buffy, you can't go chopping up aurors, much as I would like it if Potter was at the front of that line. It's been relatively smoothed. The Council has the best solicitor in the wizarding world on its side. Just calm down. Willow's all right."

Buffy had no idea what he'd done, but she was even more pissed. Try as hard as she could, her muscles on twitched, and she wasn't able to move. She still had her voice though.

"The last guy who stood in my way got ripped in two when I shoved that scythe in his ass and pulled up. The ripped it two part? Not figurative. Let. Me. Up!"

Draco scowled and unfroze her hand before snatching the scythe out of it. He tossed it to Oz.

"Not until you listen. You can't just storm in there all fists flying. Think, slayer. What would that do? Make us look even more like something that needed to be controlled. I know that isn't what you want. Just calm down. Go speak to Willow. She wouldn't want you hurting people because of her. You know she wouldn't."

"I don't give a rat's ass about that! When the hell did this happen?" Buffy was fighting against whatever mojo Draco zapped her with. Her feet were moving a bit easier.

"Um, Wednesday," Oz offered.

"Do you want me to go get her? I think I should," Draco said. "I think you should see how she is for yourself, speak to Willow yourself. No running off and axing people in two."

As Draco headed off, Buffy tried to move a bit more. "Oh I'll ax you into more than two pieces."

"Buffy," Oz said in an even tone. "He's just trying to keep you out of trouble. Do you even know where the Ministry is?"

She pouted. "No, but I bet I could have convinced him to let me know some way or another. I mention hacking a guy in half, right?"

"While it would definitely get the point across, probably not exactly the image we want for ourselves when we're so distrusted to begin with, you know?"

Buffy saw Oz's reasoning and stopped fighting the magic and relaxed a bit. "He couldn't have made me freeze on something other than hard floor? This isn't the most comfortable of places to land, you know. Some almost-boyfriend he was."

"If you think about it, it's kind of funny."

She made a face.

"Not the almost boyfriend or the hard floor. Draco, the most unreasonable and temper-tantrumming of all of us, was the one trying to talk logic to you."

"And he's going to get a kick in the pants for doing it, too. I'm just embarrassed he got the drop on me. Him, of all people."

Buffy found she could move her neck a bit and turned her head to face Oz better. "What happened? None of this Willow got arrested but is okay crap. What really happened?"

"We were shopping and the carted her off, said she needed to come with them. They didn't say why."

"Then they asked me what I knew about the dark marks," Willow added, walking into the room. "They think I did it. Then Daniel and Darby Penshaw breezed in and ended the whole thing. She's like a tiny blonde Cordy, but all law-smart. it'll be okay, Buffy."

Draco was peering around Willow nervously.

"Because Cordelia made everything okay," Buffy said with a snort. "Do I need to remind you what level of hell my Homecoming was senior year?"

In her mind, she could hear Cordelia's retort of well it wasn't my idea of fun either. Buffy could see it in Willow's face, too. They both missed the crazy Queen bitch. "All right. Play time's over. Get me out of this whatever or I'll follow through on my hacking threats."

Draco released his charm and ran. Oz started chuckling. He'd never see Draco move so fast.

"Buffy, don't hurt Draco."

She glared after the retreating Watcher but didn't even go after him. Buffy immediately went to Willow and gave her a hug. "Remember when you came back a few years ago and were hurt and needed help healing? I'm right here."

"I'm not hurt," Willow said.

But that was not exactly true. She was emotionally hurt by all of this.

Oz sighed loudly. Willow looked at him over Buffy's shoulder. He'd missed so much.

"I've known you too long, Wills. And this is kinda a two way street." Buffy pulled back a bit. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was ashamed. How bad do I have to have been to be the go-to bad guy when something goes wonky? After what happened with Draco and the Mark that night. I wasn't... the way you looked at me. You wanted to know who was in control. The way you looked at me... I know you didn't mean to... and I probably deserve the distrust. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"I was scared, Willow. I was terrified because I didn't know if I'd be able to help you. Something was wrong and I was powerless to help it, and I haven't felt like that in a long time. You've always been my go-to good guy when I have a problem, and this bad stuff was happening to you."

Buffy put her hands on either side of Willow's face to make her look up. "I wanted to know who was in control because I wanted to know if I needed to... I don't know what I was going to do. I still don't. I want to say I can fight you, but I think if I had to really fight you, I would just take us both out. I couldn't handle it."

"I'm just gonna set this down and go," Oz said, gently setting the scythe down. "Kinda feel like I'm intruding on girl time."

"Make sure Draco doesn't leave the building, okay? I want to see if I can make him run away faster, because that was amusing to watch."

"We were supposed to work on his hand to hand," Oz replied, shaking his head.

"I'm okay," Willow said once Oz was gone. "Really."

Buffy flicked Willow's shoulder. "You got arrested. Been there, done that, and nearly broke my neck because of it. You're not okay. Now, describe these arresting people to me in detail. You know, just in case I happen to see them, for no other reason than to keep an eye on them."

"Um, I don't really remember them, but I got to meet Harry Potter and the Minister of Magic. He looks like an older Robin Wood. Harry Potter's cute, but do not tell Draco I said that. He seemed nice, and they both seemed sorry I'd been pulled in the way I had."

That was a bit off-putting. "Cute, famous, apologetic cops? Damn, I miss Sunnydale where they were just stupid and ignored us."

"They really did seem to think I had made those tattoos burn, and while a part of me was flattered, I am not that strong, Buffy. It makes me worry about what is doing it."

It worried her too, but Buffy linked arms with Willow and they started to walk slowly down the halls. "We battled a hell goddess and the first evil. We can take this on easy." Buffy made a face. "But can I not die this time? That wasn't exactly fun."

"As long as I don't have to release the essence of anything or be the big gun."
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