Title: He Followed Me Home
Author: Jinni (email@example.com or firstname.lastname@example.org)
Pairing: W/Sirius Black
Genre: BtVS/HP Crossover
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Distribution: WLS, WLF, NHA, BMP, Aislin.
Author’s Note: This is for one of my list members who won the drawing this month. Also a response to The Quickie Challenge pairing #30: http://quickie.moonlitpaths.com
Author’s Note2: This is just something I could see Willow doing all too well – taking in a stray.
Author’s Note3: Not beta’d since I’m pretty sure she’s asleep by now. . . though I could be wrong. *grin*
“Can we keep him?”
Buffy looked down at the big black dog, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“Willow, it’s a dog, in the house. . .”
“Please, Buffy? Its so cold outside and he doesn’t have a collar and . . . “
“Alright already.” The Slayer held up a hand, grimacing in distaste at the smell coming off of the creature. “But you have to give him a bath. With something that smells better – much better. Not that anything could smell much worse.”
The red head grinned, bouncing up and down excitedly.
“You got it. One bath coming right up. Come on, doggie. Upstairs with you.”
Buffy watched them go, waving a hand in front of her nose to clear the air. She hoped valiantly that this would be the one and only time that Willow brought home a stray.
Especially a smelly, dirty stray.
Willow watched, amazed, as the dog calmly sat in the bathtub, staring at her with expectant eyes.
“You just stay right here, k? Stay.”
Walking across the hall, the red head shut her door and stripped out of her clothes, tossing on a t-shirt and a pair of cutoff shorts. The dog looked like he was going to behave, but that was no reason to take a chance with her good clothing. She opened the door and went back into the bathroom, surprised to see that the dog was still sitting there.
“You need a name.” She told him solemnly, gathering towels from the cabinet next to the tub. “I guess you probably already have one. . . but since I don’t know it I’ll have to give you a new one, k? Hmm…. What do you want to be called?”
The dog just stared, great black eyes boring into hers as if he meant to actually tell her, telepathically, what his name was.
“Well, you’re certainly serious enough.”
Willow jumped back, eyes wide, staring at the dog.
“Is that your name?”
The only answer she got was the twinkle in the dog’s eyes. She sighed, sitting down on the bathmat next to the tub.
“Well that’s a silly name. Whoever heard of a dog called ‘Serious’? Was ‘Happy’ and ‘Playful’ taken that day?”
She snorted and put the stopper in the tub, turning on the taps until it was warm. She watched hesitantly, waiting to see if the dog would bolt at the first sign of the rapidly filling tub.
But he didn’t.
“Well, Serious. You’re certainly a well behaved creature. Whoever your last owner is should kick themselves for losing you.”
She let the water fill the tub halfway before turning it off. A plastic drinking glass from under the sink, used the last time Dawn got it in her head to dye her hair, provided the easiest method for getting the dog wet. He shut his eyes, mouth slightly parted, looking for all the world as though he were enjoying the entire thing.
“You’re a little attention freak, aren’t you?”
The dog opened one eye and nodded.
“I must be tired.” Willow frowned, shaking her head and shutting her eyes for a moment.
Dogs don’t nod or understand. Yep. Sleep was definitely on her agenda in the near future.
She worked quickly, massaging some raspberry scented shampoo into the dog’s fur. Again, he shut his eyes, abandoning himself seemingly to the feel of her fingers on his skin.
Finally, it was done, the water in the tub long gone dark with dirt and grime. She glanced down at herself, noting that her shirt was quite wet and plastered to her body in places. Oh well, only girls lived in this house, at least she didn’t need to worry about a guy seeing her on her way across the hall.
“C’mon, out of the tub. And – hey – don’t stare at me like that.”
The red head blushed, wondering why the leering loll of the dog’s mouth had brought out such a reaction. It was just her luck that the first stray she brought home was some sort of well-trained pervert.
She toweled him off and motioned for him to follow, no longer wondering if he would understand. She ordered him to sit and scampered down to the kitchen. There she filled a large bowl with water and grabbed a pack of lunchmeat from the refrigerator. It wasn’t dog food, but it would have to work until the next morning when she could go to the grocery store.
The dog didn’t seem to mind, however, grabbing eagerly for the pieces that she fed to him.
“Okay, Serious. You just sit there and be a good doggie while I get some stuff done, k?”
The witch raised an eyebrow at the dog, smiling when he collapsed with a tired sigh of his own onto the end of her bed. Such a good animal!
She pulled her spellbook from her nightstand; flipping through it until she found the spot she had marked the night before.
“Here we go.” She muttered to herself, setting the book in front of her and staring down at the list of ingredients. This would be a godsend if she could actually manage to pull it off. A potion to heal broken bones and fractures, something Buffy would find especially useful after bad nights on patrol.
She slid off the edge of the bed and pulled a box from beneath it. The lid off, a myriad of smells drifted into the air, drawing a whine from the dog.
“Shh. Its okay, boy. Just gonna do a little brewing tonight. Go to sleep.”
The dog cast what could only be considered a worried look her way before laying its head back down to the bed, its dark eyes never leaving her.
Willow pulled the ingredients she needed from the box and then replaced the lid, setting her cauldron upon it. A whispered incantation and fire appeared under the burnished metal container. She smiled and propped the spellbook in front of her, adding the ingredients one by one.
Another whimper from the dog.
“C’mon. You can’t be scared of a little fire.”
She reread the passage she had been reading the moment before, dropping in the next ingredient with a satisfied smirk on her face. This was going easier than she had thought. She reached for the last, and final, ingredient a moment later. The book said to wait for an hour, but that seemed silly. Everything was going fine so far. She would just add this and then go down to the kitchen for a snack.
Buffy was going to be thrilled.
Willow jumped up and away from the bed, staring in fright at the man that was kneeling there, wild eyes on her. She looked around for the dog, her heart beating painfully in her chest.
”Who are you?” She hissed, readying a spell to throw at the intruder in her room.
“So am I!” She growled. “Now who the hell are you and what you are you doing in my room.”
“That is my name!” He threw up his hands in frustration. “S-I-R-I-U-S.”
Willow frowned, relaxing minutely.
“Oh – like the star. . . the dog star. . . oh, damn. . . you’re the dog. I brought a shapechanging man-dog into the house. Buffy is gonna kill me.”
“She doesn’t have to know.” He offered, sounding hopeful.
Willow threw him a glare and took a moment to look over him. The clothes that he was wearing were tattered, nearly threadbare. He looked all too thin, though still quite muscular. His hair was long and in desperate need of a good brushing. And he was clean. . .
“Dear Goddess! I cleaned you! Bathtub! Rubbing you! Ugh!”
He smirked, and she had to admit that he was handsome in an odd sorta way.
“And may take this moment to thank you for that?” He threw back at her with a wink.
She blushed, her eyes wide with fear and curiosity.
“Why are you here? Why did you come home with me?”
“You’ve never heard of me? You’re obviously a witch. . . and you’ve never heard of Sirius?”
Willow shook her head.
“I’m only a dabbling type witchy person. Not really hooked into any witchy gossip vines. Why? Who are you? And why did you stop me from finishing that healing potion?”
He sighed, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
“Well – the healing potion is the easy question. You were about to cause an explosion. Adding the hairs before its time is quite fatal in most instances.”
She paled, glancing at the cauldron and the hairs that lay next to it, the ones she had dropped in fright when he first spoke.
“Oh. I didn’t realize.”
He had been doing a good thing, she realized then, trying to save her from her own stupid haste. She sat down on the bed, at the opposite end, and stared at him; distrustful of the way her body seemed to be enjoying his presence a little too much.
“You want to know about me? About Sirius Black?” He nodded, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. “I followed you home because I was hungry and cold. . .and I figured for one night I might be able to be warm and fed.” He gave her a small smile. “You see. . . its like this. . . sixteen years ago. . .:”
When the story was threw Willow was pale and visibly shaken. But not because of who Sirius was. She believed him one hundred percent about his innocence. Though he did look crazy and a little ruthless, he didn’t give off that vibe that she associated with evil things. And she felt after all her time on the Hellmouth that she was a pretty good judge of whether or not someone was evil.
No, the red haired witch was shaken up because of the knowledge he had imparted to her. There were schools of magic. Of witchcraft. There was a whole world out there that she hadn’t even scratched the surface of. A world of wizards and witches, magic shops and familiars.
“Wow. I don’t know what to say. I’m speechless. Are you still hungry? I didn’t have dog food earlier. . . but there’s a lot more of the human stuff downstairs.”
“Something else to eat would be very much appreciated.” He gave her a warm smile.
“Good. You stay here so Buffy doesn’t see you. . .unless you wanna change back to the doggie thing. . .which, might I say, is a really cool trick? Is that something you were born with or --?”
Sirius shook his head.
“It’s a skill most wizards and witches are able to master if they study hard enough.”
“Really?” She raised an eyebrow in question. “Wow again. I mean. . . sheesh. I’m such a screw up. A witch but not really. . . sitting here dabbling in my bedroom. I must seem like such an idiot to you.”
“Not at all.”
She stiffened as he slid off the edge of the bed and walked the few steps between them, sliding a finger down her cheek.
“You just haven’t had the right opportunities. Don’t worry. I still have some contacts, you won’t have to sit in the dark forever.”
She smiled and leaned into the touch almost instinctively.
“You can stay here as long as you want, as long as you don’t let Buffy see you until I can figure out a way to tell her. I’m going to go get that food. . . you stay put.”
Sirius watched as she darted out of the room, a simple smile on his rugged face. He could stay as long as he liked? In a room with a beautiful red haired witch that liked to run around in little bitty clothes?
Well now, that sounded promising.