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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 Past is a Foreign Country

March2, 2005 10:04 PM

The young girl had sank a piece of sharpened wood into the heart of the vampire that had been climbing out the grave, and it had exploded into dust.

Moody chuckled.

"Well, that was certainly quite a show, Malfoy," the voice came from the shadows. "You could have made it easier on the poor lass by using one of those silly druidic spells that you were taught in Defense against the Dark Arts..."

He trailed off.

"Oh wait. You skipped that year, didn't you... Well, I do agree with your old master on one thing: That bloody druidic nonsense works less well than the ancient Greek versions of the same spell."

Before Malfoy could demand that the other man reveal himself, said other man cast a strange spell aimed to the former death eater's left.


A black and white energy plume shot out of the shadows, and was met with a grunt from behind them.

Pevensie gripped her stake tightly. She knew her watcher had lots of enemies.

"Will you stop it," Draco said in an annoyed tone. "You can't attack him. Pevensie, this is what is known as a dark wizard catcher."

She straightened and moved closer to Draco.

"What do you want, sir? I'm legit now, so any questions on my methods can be taken up with Rupert Giles. My boss."

Draco was sweating. Sure, this was not the guy who'd turned him into a ferret, but he looked like him. Draco also made sure to lock himself down mentally. If anyone could rift around in his head, it would probably be Moody.

"Funny you should bring up the name 'Rupert Giles'," Moody responded, "I have a great desire to speak with him. Please tell his vengeance demon that I should like to make an appointment at his very earliest convenience. I have, of course, passed a similar message via your Auntie, Andromeda Tonks, and also via my old friends Agnes MacDougal, matriarch of the MacDougal Clan, and Augusta Longbottom, Matriarch of the Longbottoms." He was very careful to use the old-fashioned form of address when referring to the the people whose names he'd just dropped. He did not know where the whelp stood with that sort of thing.

Moody faded into the foreground, and stepped into the moonlight. "And tell that Vampire Slayer of yours to stake that poor dessicated husk of a vampire laying behind you."

Pevensie dropped like a move worthy of beginning a back handspring and staked said husk. her eye never left the wizard.

"If you want to speak to Giles, you know you could always just make an appointment or arrive yourself. We do have a receptionist. We're also set up on the floo."

Pevensie stuck her stake in the top of her boot before stepped forward with her hand out.

"I'm Pevensie Karlsen."

Draco rolled his eyes. His slayer introduced herself to everyone and shook hands. Voldemort could probably return and she'd say hi, I'm Pevensie Karlsen and step forward with her hand out.

Moody eyed the extended hand. Seeing nothing but human flesh, he grasped it. "Alastor Moody, Auror Chief inspector, retired."

"Moody," Pevensie looked at Draco over her shoulder. "Is this ferret guy?"

Draco closed his eyes for a moment. "The ferret guy was an impostor, but yes, he was wearing a Moody suit when he turned me into a ferret and bounced me all over."

"So you know the ladies in the coven then? That's cool. Why are you being all lurky in the cemetery? Was it just to pass on messages and hex things or did you have a larger purpose?"

Pevensie punctuated that with a grin. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes again.

"A little of both. And, of course, to remind young Mister Malfoy here, that I've got my eye on him."

Pevensie made a face at him. "You don't need to watch him. He's all white hat good guy now. I don't appreciate the insinuation that he'd go all dark side of the force again."

"Pevensie, I didn't understand half of that, but your tone tells me it was not polite. Please apologize."

"No way. He's not going to treat you like that."

"I appreciate the loyalty, but he's not one to be trifled with. Please apologize," Draco said.

"Fine," Pevensie snapped. "I'm sorry if I offended you, but if you wouldn't insinuate that my watcher is a bad guy then I wouldn't get offended myself and have to make rude comments."

Draco closed his eyes and sighed. "Please take into consideration that she was not raised here or in our society."

"Oh no, Mister Malfoy," Moody said, chuckling. "I understood all of that. And yes, Miss Karlsen, While I find your loyalty admirable, and while I do understand that Mister Malfoy was a very poor death eater indeed, he still has that lovely tattoo on his arm, which means that I'll be keeping him as away from my great-granddaughter as possible."

"Why?" Pevensie asked before Draco could.

He was curious about that himself. Why should he need to be kept separate from one witch?

"That is a detail that shall remain shrouded in mystery for the moment. Perhaps I will enlighten you once I'm certain that you can be trusted."

He looked at Malfoy. "Passing on my message to Ms. Emerson, or Ms. Jenkins, or whatever her name might be would go a long way toward proving that." He raised an eyebrow, such as it was.

"Tests," Pevensie said, looking annoyed. "Fine. My watcher does his job. We'll pass your little message along. He can be trusted. The longest slaying of us trusts him. The red right hand trusts him. He helped her heal."

Draco sighed. Did she really have to speak in riddles all the time now?

"She's been studying a book of prophecy," Draco said. "You'll have to forgive her flowery vernacular. You can depend upon my speaking with Giles and Anya on this, and I'm sure you'll be wanting to meet Willow soon enough... knowing you."

"Actually, I've already met her. She probably won't remember it, as she was quite 'under the weather' at the time. But yes, I'd like to speak with all three of them, Miss Rosenberg, Miss Summers, and Mister Giles."

"You better be nice about Draco with Buffy," Pevensie warned. "That's her almost-boyfriend."

"Pevensie," Draco snapped. "Do not gossip about Buffy like that. She is no such thing to me."

Pevensie ignored him. "So you met Willow when she was bad? She's not like that anymore, you know. She's a good person."

Draco sighed.

Pevensie looked around the wizard and spotted something in the distance. She pulled her stake from her boot. "Excuse me."

Draco watched as she used a shorter gravestone to give her extra height with a vault and tackle the vampire from above. It was still a bit sloppy, but he would give her marks for enthusiasm.

"Please let Ms. Karlsen know that I do indeed understand that. I must be going. Professor McGonagall is expecting me in morning, and you know how she gets when one is tardy."

He faded back into the shadows and Draco heard the light 'pop' of apparition done by the very experienced.

"Where'd he go?" Pevensie asked as she stalked back up to Draco.

"Away," Draco replied. "Thank the gods. You have dirt on your cheek. Come on. Let's go back."

"But I only got three tonight."

"And three is good for one night. You did well."
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