We don’t own anything you recognise, we probably do own everything you don’t recognise and we’re not making any money from this story.Authors:
Written by lothlorien & CorruptedSmile.Crossover:
Buffy: the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter.Pairing:
FR13 for mild language.Spoilers:
Post-Buffy series. Horcruxes/Albus has been poisoned in the Harry Potter books.Summary:
The professors and students at Hogwarts never met anyone quite like the Scoobies.
‘thinking’time and/or placeemphasisStory: The Scooby WayThe Cleveland Hellmouth, Giles’s Office
Stunned silence met Giles’s announcement that he was going to Scotland.
He was going to a school called the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which could be found smack-dab in the middle of absolutely nowhere, to take a look at some of the school’s older demonic texts that could be found in the library. And he wanted to take the other original Scoobies—meaning only Xander, Buffy and Willow—with him for no apparent reason.
Actually, it seemed as if Giles wouldn’t take no for an answer; the Scoobies were expected to come along with him whether they liked it or not. All of them secretly liked the idea of getting away for a while. Willow wanted to get over her break-up with Kennedy, Buffy wanted to get away from Dawn for a while and Xander wanted a break from all the giggling teenage Slayers who surrounded him daily.
No sooner said than done, the original four Scoobies were reunited and on their way to Scotland, leaving a desperate-looking Faith in charge of everything. It was a good thing that Faith knew you didn’t mess around with wishes, because who knows what would have happened, if she had wished something terrible to happen to them while on their trip.
---Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Teachers’ Lounge
Stunned silence met Albus’s announcement that four Council representatives were on their way to check out a couple of demonic texts that could be found in the restricted section of the school’s library.
Of course silence of that kind never lasts long as Albus Dumbledore soon found out.
“Are you mad?!” Severus hissed. “You’re going to let muggles
barge into our library?!”
Albus, knowing Severus’s temper, simply smiled in response. “Now, Severus, you know as well as I do that these are no regular muggles. The delegation will, in fact, consist of Buffy Summers, the original Slayer; Rupert Giles, her Watcher; Willow Rosenberg, the wiccan witch who activated the entire Slayer line; and one Xander Harris, a carpenter.”
If Dumbledore had thought that that statement would pacify his colleague, he had thought wrongly. If anything, Severus became even more enraged.
“You mean to tell me that you’re going to allow access to our library—a library filled with extremely dark books—to Ripper, who spent his childhood summoning demons, and the wiccan witch who once absorbed so much dark magic that she almost ended the world?! And why on Earth would a carpenter want access to our library?! To see, if our shelves need fixing perhaps?”
Unfortunately for Severus, Albus had a habit of responding to logical arguments by getting that annoying twinkle in his eyes. “Mr. Harris is apparently coming along to save us all, if Mr. Giles and Miss Rosenberg go dark for some reason.”
Severus huffed and turned to Minerva. “You talk some sense into him, Minerva. Merlin knows that he never listens to me.”
Minerva frowned at Dumbledore. “Albus, are you certain this is the best option? We have our students to think about and the OWLs and NEWTs are soon. The students aren’t going to be comfortable using the library, if there’s a group of strangers in there.”
Albus’s eyes twinkled even more in an effort to reinsure his colleagues. “The students will be perfectly fine, Minerva. I’m sure it will be refreshing to see some new faces around here. Well, that’s decided then. Why don’t you go back to you classes while I plan out how we’re going to welcome our guests?”
Chairs scraped across the stone floor when all the professors made their way to the door. And while both Severus and Minerva still had frowns on their faces, they also got up and headed for the door.
Right before they reached it, Dumbledore looked up briefly and asked, “Severus, would you mind receiving our guests when they arrive this Saturday?” And before he got answer, he added, “Thank you, Severus. I knew I could count on you.”
Scowling at his mentor and friend, Severus turned around and stalked out the door, robes billowing behind him dramatically.
---Hogwarts Station, That Saturday
That Saturday a glowering Severus could be found near the station, a carriage with Thestrals waiting to bring him and the four people he had been asked to escort back to Hogwarts. The sign with the name of the school—so they can find you easier, Severus—that Albus had given him had been thrown aside as soon as possible with a quietly-muttered, “Surely they’ll recognise the school sign on my robes”, as he made his way towards the station.
As he rubbed his arms in an effort to stay warm, Severus longingly thought of his warm rooms. And when his stomach growled, his thoughts turned from his warm rooms to the dinner that awaited him in the Great Hall. With a silent prayer that the guests would arrive soon—before it got too cold and dark—he focussed his attention inwards and ran through a couple of potion recipes he knew by heart and which he hoped to one day improve.
In the back of the taxi that was bringing them to a place near Hogwarts station, where someone would be waiting to escort them to the school, Giles smiled at the looks of rapture on the faces of all three his children at their first glimpse of Hogwarts. Xander had his face practically squashed against the window and was drooling over the architecture, Willow was almost vibrating in her seat at the thought of going to an actual magic school and Buffy had been silenced by the beautiful enchanted lights floating around the castle in the distance.
The sight of taxi pulling to a stop had Severus rolling his eyes. Of course those muggles would take a taxi to an entirely-magical village.
Ignoring the looks the taxi driver was giving them for being asked to drop them off in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere for him, they paid, got out and made their way to the scowling man standing close to a carriage.
“Oh my god, this is so cool! We’re going to ride in a carriage, guys!” Buffy said happily, practically bouncing to it. The sight of the Thestrals had her coming up short, though, and she waited until everyone was close enough to ask Giles, “What the hell are those? Those aren’t normal horses. What are they?”
“Absolutely fascinating,” Giles said, “Buffy, these are Thestrals. Only people who have seen death can see them. I only came to Hogwarts once before—while I was studying to become a Watcher—but I didn’t get to see them then. I’ve only read about them in books.”
Buffy, Willow and Xander took a wary step back at Giles’s explanation.
“Are they dangerous? Do I need to kill them?” Buffy asked, grabbing a stake from her back pocket.
“You will not kill them, Miss Summers!” Severus barked. “They don’t do any harm unless provoked. They’re like regular horses in that way.”
“I think they look cool,” Xander said.
“You would,” Willow replied, smiling at her friend. “They’re like something out of a comic book.”
Xander nodded and grinned at her. “Exactly!”
“I’m not going near them, though,” Willow said, skirting around until she could climb in the carriage with a minimum amount of time spent near the Thestrals.
---Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus’s Office
Albus’s office rarely hosted such a variety of characters.
There were of course the four Heads of Houses who were watching the Council representatives with a mixture of distrust (Snape), curiosity (Flitwick and McGonagall) and warmth (Sprout). Then there were the guests. Xander and Willow could barely sit still and kept glancing around at all the unusual contraptions in the room while Buffy and Giles warily eyed their hosts.
The Headmaster smiled warmly, seemingly unaware of the tense atmosphere in the room. “Welcome to Hogwarts! My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the Headmaster. I hope you will find your visit here an enlightening experience. However, before I let you swim in the vast ocean of knowledge that is our library, allow me to introduce to you our Heads of Houses. Representing the Gryffindor house is Professor Minerva McGonagall.” Minerva gave the Scoobies a quick nod. “The Head of Ravenclaw, Professor Filius Flitwick.” Flitwick smiled and gave a small wave. “Professor Pomona Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff.” Pomona smiled warmly at their guests and they couldn’t help but smile back. “And last, but most certainly not least, Professor Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin.” Severus nodded coldly at them, barely refraining from glaring.
Giles frowned at the sour-looking Slytherin. The children apparently hadn’t noticed the looks they were getting from him—which Giles deemed a good thing as they tended to get defensive when dismissed for some reason or other. Then again, they could just be ignoring the dislike that seemed to pour off the man. After all, they had gotten used to disapproving British men when they had been asking old Watchers to come work for the new Council. In any case, Dumbledore was looking at them expectantly and Giles presumed he wanted an introduction.
“Thank you for your warm welcome, Headmaster Dumbledore, and thank you for letting us come here on such short notice. I am Rupert Giles and these are my fellow members of the Board of Directors of the new Council: Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg and Alexander Harris.” Each of the Scoobies waved and smiled as they were introduced. “Now, we were hoping to get started as soon as possible since this is a matter of some urgency.”
Albus smiled at his guests, valiantly ignoring Severus’s barely-concealed snort of contempt at the introduction. “I understand. Still, I was wondering, if you would mind answering a few questions from my colleagues and I?”
Giles nodded, knowing it wasn’t truly a request, but more of an order.
“I was wondering, if you’d mind telling us about this creature you’re researching,” Flitwick asked. “It sounds absolutely fascinating.”
“We don’t really know much about it,” answered Willow. “All we know is that it pops up every few centuries and that we have to banish it before it can cause an apocalypse. We really don’t have the time for another one of those this year. We’ve had three already and the exams are coming up, so we’re really trying to limit the girls’ workload.”
“Breathe, Willow.” Giles gave her a quick smile before turning to the Head of Ravenclaw who was looking confused and slightly alarmed. “Willow summed it up quite well. We’re trying to trace the demon through time, but it’s a bit more complicated than we’re used to, because it’s had several names throughout history. The most common names for this creature that we’ve managed to uncover are Aṣijtet* and Vorax*. From what we’ve discovered, every time it had risen, they hadn’t been prepared for it and had barely stopped it in time. We’re hoping to kill it before it can cause an apocalypse.”
Severus made a derisive sound at that explanation. “You’re trying to tell me that these children
are going to stop the apocalypse?”
Giles glared at him “These children
as you call them have been stopping apocalypses since they were fifteen.” He glanced at Severus’s left forearm knowingly. “What were you doing when you were fifteen?”
Snape bristled, but remained quiet, knowing he had lost that round.
Buffy looked curiously at her Watcher. “What was that all about? That was an important glance. There was some major glancing happening there and I want to know what it means.”
“Professor Snape made some mistakes in his childhood,” Giles answered, giving Severus an apologetic look. “Then again, who amongst us can honestly say that they’ve never been tempted to the darker side of life?”
“I can!” Xander said, raising his arm.
Giles sighed deeply. “That was a rhetorical question, Xander. You needn’t have answered.”
Xander gave an unapologetic shrug. “Oops.”
Willow smiled fondly at her friend before turning to Albus. “I don’t mean to be rude, but we really are on a deadline here, so are we allowed to go to the library now?”
Albus smiled kindly at her. “Of course, my dear. I am sure that Severus will be happy to show you the way.”
Severus was, in fact, not happy to show them the way, but since he knew that pointing that out to the meddling old coot wouldn’t achieve anything, he just sighed and led the Scoobies out of the room.
When they were gone, Albus turned to the other Heads of Houses. “That was informative, wasn’t it? Lemon drop, anyone?”
---Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Library
For the second day in a row, Xander, Willow, Buffy and Giles could be found in the school library. Piles of books had been stacked and put on more than one table, pens and paper had been scattered everywhere and steaming mugs of tea and tall glasses of juice could be found in front of the four while they were researching. All that was missing was pizza and the scene would have been a replica of one of the many study nights they had had in the school library when they were still in high school.
For the second day in a row, Xander, Willow, Buffy and Giles could be seen throwing looks at the three students near them. A dark-haired, green-eyed boy, a tall, lanky, redheaded boy and a bushy-haired brunette girl could be seen pouring over books, occasionally stopping to scribble down notes on pieces of parchment in different colours of ink.
Of course they had expected to find students in the school library, but these three seemed unlike any other student. They seemed to be looking for something in particular, something that had nothing to do with homework they needed to finish in a hurry. Needless to say that the Scoobies’ curiosity had been peeked. Even Giles’s, although he wouldn’t have admitted it, even if you had asked him.
By the third day they had started having actual conversations with the Golden Trio and had stopped sneaking looks at each other when they thought the others weren’t watching. The term Golden Trio was what most people used as a general term for the three of them, Harry, Ron and Hermione had assured the Scoobies. Hermione, Willow and Giles had found common ground over books and knowledge in general while Xander and Buffy entertained Harry and Ron with stories about their youth spent on a Hellmouth. And although they didn’t talk about their research topics to each other and despite the age difference*, the six young people became fast friends.
On the fourth day everything snowballed out of control when the Scoobies not only found the information they needed to stop their apocalypse-bringing demon, but they also found out what Harry, Ron and Hermione had been researching and why they had been researching it.
?! You’re researching Horcruxes?!” Giles gave the Golden Trio an appalled look when that piece of information came to light.
“A Dark Lord
?” Willow nearly snorted out her drink through her nose at that, quite frankly, ridiculous piece of information about Harry, Ron and Hermione’s resident evil guy.
“And he calls himself Voldemort
?” Xander was nearly rolling on the floor with laughter by then. “What kind of a lame-ass name is that? Is that supposed to scare someone? Come on, Willow
could have come up with a scarier name, if she decided to turn evil.”
“And he’s got minions who call themselves Death
Eaters, but they don’t really eat the dead?” Buffy was holding her stomach in effort to keep it from hurting by laughing too much. “Who’s scared of their stick-waving? I mean, one good throw with a knife or even a stake from a spot where you’re hidden and they’re down for the count.”
“And he’s been trying to take over Britain for how many decades? Willow was only evil for a couple of hours and she nearly destroyed the world. How lame are you when you need decades to destroy, like, two countries? No, wait, he hasn’t managed to do that yet, has he?” Xander asked the Golden Trio.
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other before shrugging. It wasn’t as if they knew the answer to that. In fact, they didn’t know how to react to any of the things their new-found friends were talking about. It was all pretty much true.
Motioning for everyone to calm down, Giles turned to look Harry, Ron and Hermione straight in the eyes. “I know we’re leaving first thing in the morning, but I want you three to promise me that you’ll find a way to contact us, if you need any help with this situation.”
Taken aback by the vehemence clear in Giles’s voice, the three students promised to get in touch, if they felt they were in over their head.
It was with a relieved sigh that the Scoobies said goodbye to the Golden Trio. An apocalypse waiting to happen wouldn’t stop simply because they weren’t there.End of “The Scooby Way”.A/N:
This is our second attempt at writing a round robin with just two of us, me, CorruptedSmile
, and lothlorien
. It started out as a means to raise the amount of crossovers on lothlorien
’s account, but ended up being so much fun that we’re seriously considering writing another crossover. Go figure.
On that note, I, CorruptedSmile
, known for my inability to have one-shots stay one-shots, sincerely hope that this one story stays as it is, meaning sequel and prequel free. Fingers crossed.
Reviews are appreciated (either a ‘well-done’ or concrit). Flames shouldn’t be given to either of us as we’re more likely to laugh at them rather than cry over them. If you don’t want to be mocked about your inability to click a certain button *cough*back button*cough*, I suggest you keep your flames to yourself.
*Both names are made up - the first one means absolutely nothing, though it hopefully sounds like a Sanskrt word and the second one is Latin and means gluttonous.
**Although technically Harry, Hermione and Ron are older (b. 1980) than Xander, Willow and Buffy (b. 1981), for the sake of this story, we made the first teenagers while the latter are in their twenties.