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Summary: When Buffy and Dawn move to 11 Grimmauld Place, they have some interesting neighbors.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredscrummybunnyFR1315272284,53213 Dec 0313 Dec 03Yes
Title: London Calling

Author: scrummybunny

Rated: PG

Pairing: none

Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Mutant Enemy, Joss, and everyone else who isn’t me. Same with HP, I’m not J.K. Rowling.

Notes: My first HP/Buffy crossover. Yay.

Summary: When Buffy and Dawn move to 11 Grimmauld Place, they have some interesting neighbors.

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“Dawn, take out the trash.”

“Buffy, I took it out last week. It is so your turn.”

“Well, I did the dishes. And the laundry.”

“You did your laundry, you dork.”

“Fine...I’m the mature one, I’ll take it. You have to make dinner though.”

“You know what? That’s ok with me, because you’re not that good of a cook anyway!”

Buffy sighed. After leaving the sinkhole formerly known as Sunnydale, Buffy and the others decided to re-form the Watcher’s Council. The W.C. 2.0, the Scoobies called it with affection. This Watcher’s Council would be much better than the other. Buffy was sure of it.

Now was not the time for musing, though. She had to take out the trash to the little alley beside their house.

The trash wasn’t hard to carry, of course. After all, hello, slayer strength. She dangled it from one hand as she practically skipped down the alley.

The houses on Grimmauld Place were rather strange. Buffy and Dawn lived in number 11, and then it completely skipped number twelve and went right to thirteen.

There seemed to be a small space between numbers eleven and thirteen on the street. Not enough to really notice, though.

Buffy still swore that she could hear a man shouting to his screaming mother to shut up.

Very Psycho-ish. Considering that there wasn’t even supposed to be a house there.

Giving one last suspicious glance to that general direction, she dropped the bag into the trashcan, when she noticed a small, white piece of paper lying on the ground.

She picked it up, mouthing the words.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

Very interesting. So there was a number twelve then? And what is this “Order of the Phoenix”? Sounded an awful lot like a cult.

Buffy pocked the paper, turned around to go back in, and gasped.

There was a wall there that decidedly wasn’t number thirteen’s.

Putting on a resolve face, Buffy decided that she would investigate.

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Buffy rang the doorbell and stood patiently.

She then heard a horrible voice screaming.

“CHILDREN OF FILTH, BLOOD TRAITORS, STAINS OF DISHONOR...”

“Will you bloody well SHUT UP, you hag!”

Whoa. Even more psycho than she thought.

The door opened and a voice said, “Tonks, how many times do I have to remind you to not ring the damn doorbell...” He stopped speaking once he looked at her.

“Hi,” Buffy chirped, “I’m your neighbor, Buffy Summers. I didn’t notice that there was a number twelve. I mean, it’s like your house got completely skipped over, and then I read that piece of paper, and your house appeared, and...”

She continued on her Willow-like babble, and the man kept staring.

“How did you find this place?” he asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, nice to meet you too, mister. What’s your name?”

She looked innocent enough. Sirius knew that looks were deceiving, though. He decided that he would investigate.

“The name is,” Sirius paused, deciding to test whether the petite girl was an auror, “Regulus. Regulus Black.”

“Can I call ya Reg?”

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