Pointy Sticks and Broomsticks
I own nothing here – those characters and other references from the Harry Potter world are still the property of JK Rowling, and those from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are still the property of Joss Whedon.
“So this is it?” she asked, staring at the rows of houses that were exactly the same. She raised an eyebrow at Giles, “not exactly what I was expecting.”
“Concentrate on that address I showed you,” Giles sighed, cleaning his already polished glasses. His irritation was clear to both girls standing beside him.
“Giles, I don’t think there’s anything spec-“
“Whoa…” Dawn breathed, her eyes widening just a little bit more. She watched carefully as the houses on either side moved, revealing a hidden house. Although it was exactly the same as the other houses, she could feel the difference between them – this house was different. She could feel the magic rolling off it in waves.
“Damn! There’s definitely some mojo goin’ on here,” Faith whistled, slinging an arm around Dawns shoulders. The girls were basically the same height that made the gesture easy. She was pleased that the tension between them had lifted and there was a friendship and understanding there.
“Yes, well they are wizards Faith,” Giles reminded, smiling at the Slayer. They had come a long way since the departure of Sunnydale. He knew that the Slayer looked towards him for guidance and a sense of direction in life – she trusted him more than Buffy.
“Right…with the pointy sticks and broomsticks,” she grinned, already walking towards the revealed front door. She dragged the younger brunette with her, skipping slightly as the elder followed.
“Harry deserves a right to know!” Sirius hissed, stopping the shutting door. He realized that the woman had known his godson for longer than he had but he didn’t believe in keeping secrets when lives depended on it – even if the boy was only 15.
“He isn’t James Sirius,” Molly replied hotly, eyeing the aged man. She didn’t know what to expect of this man – he had become a mysterious. Yes she had known the group in their Hogwarts days, but times had changed. These were dangerous times and she didn’t believe that the children should be involved.
“He is my godson,” he retorted, staring down at the woman. He knew that she was a force to be reckoned with but Harry was his family. James was his best-friend, his brother and he believed his son deserved to know what was happening.
“He has been a son to me fa-”Knock. Knock.
“Who would be knocking?” Remus interrupted, looking between the two. He was lucky for the interruption because he believed that Molly would’ve said something that wouldn’t be able to be repaired. He believed that Sirius was right but he had wished that there was more time.
“Isn’t there supposed to be someone coming? Dumbledore mentioned something earlier,” Arthur stated, looking towards the group. He knew that his wife was livid at the moment but there were more pressing matters.
“He said he sent a letter, he never got a reply,” Sirius shrugged, looking quizzically at the door. Dumbledore had told them all about what he was planning and he had to agree with the man – outside help would be a benefit.
“Guess this is the reply,” Remus said, walking towards the door. He was curious to see what these people could do and how they could benefit their fight against Voldemort.
The others crowded behind Remus as the doors opened – curious as to see what these strangers looked like. Their eyebrows drew together as the door opened to reveal three people – one elder gentlemen and two young girls.
“Hello, I’m Rupert Giles and these are my two colleagues Faith Lehane and Dawn Summers,” the elder gentlemen stated, pointing to each of the two girls. He could see the curiousity on the four faces staring at them and he couldn’t help but reminded of when he first met Willow and Xander.
“Ah yes, yes of course! Please come in,” Sirius muttered, ushering the group into the house. He couldn’t but help to think that the two girls were a little bit too young to be colleagues. They appeared to only just be older than Harry and his friends.
“Thankyou,” Giles smiled, nodding to each of the group. He followed the group into a larger room where they all took a seat.
“Dumbledore will be with us shortly. He was expecting you but we have just sent word,” Arthur nodded, smiling at the guests. He was excited to learn more about the muggle world and especially about their ‘gifts.’ He knew the tale of the Slayer but he had never seen one in action and he was bouncing in anticipation.
“I’m sorry, we’re at a disadvantage. We don’t know your names,” Giles said, looking towards the group. He knew that these people were close and they were haggard. They had obviously been fighting a war for a long period of time – he remembered looking like that too.
“I’m sorry, I’m Molly Weasley and this is my husband Arthur,” the red-headed woman offered, smiling at the group. She couldn’t help but cast concerned eyes towards the two young girls – they shouldn’t be there. They were to young to be involved in such a war.
“I’m Sirius Black and this is my home,” the man replied, offering a hand to shake.
“Remus Lupin,” the other nodded, following Sirius’ suit. The group was supposed to be a large help but he was concerned at their age. They appeared to be no older than Harry.
“Nice to meet you all,” Giles smiled, answering for the trio. The girls seemed to be to amazed by what was happening around them – he knew that they would be like this.
“Ah, you accepted my invitation,” a voice interrupted, drawing attention to another doorway. There stood an old man who just looked magical. His beard was long and white and his clothes were multiple colours of blue. “I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
“Rupert Giles,” Giles stated, shaking the offered hand of the man. “And these are my associates, Faith Lehane and Dawn Summers.”
Each girl smiled and shook the elder wizards hand, staring in awe at the man. They could both feel the power rippling off of him and it was slightly suffocating if you concentrated too long on it.
“Nice to meet you all,” Dumbledore smiled, winking towards the youngest. He knew of her story of course, he had remained quite observant of the muggle protectors. “Shall we get this meeting underway?”
“Shouldn’t the children go into the other room?” Molly questioned, looking towards the younger two girls. She couldn’t imagine discussing such topics infront of children.
“We’re definitely old enough for this,” Faith laughed, shrugging off the concern from the woman. She knew that it was only concern for their ‘innocence’ but that was long gone after the life that they had lived.
“You are just children,” she reprimanded, looking towards the others for support.
“I’m 23, lil’D here is a millennia and then some if you wanna look at it correctly,” Faith replied, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow – daring the woman to disagree again.
“Look, from the way we heard it – you want our help. We obviously have different rules for when it comes to involving people. This is the way that we do it – you can either agree with it and move on or continue to fight it and we can walk,” Dawn stated, coming to stand next Faith. Over the years she had grown into a woman a lot like her sister – she could be a general if she wanted too.
“Molly, please…” Arthur pleaded, looking between the two younger women and his wife. He knew that his wife believed heavily that children should not be involved but they were a different group and the young girl was right – they did have different rules.
“Fine,” she huffed, slumping into one of the comfy chairs.
“Shall we move forward?” Dumbledore questioned, smiling slightly at the group. He wanted to relieve the tension in the room.
“Shouldn’t we wait for the rest of the order Albus?”
“I think this should be fine Remus, our guests still need to decide if they are willing to help,” Dumbledore answered, nodding towards the weary man. He could see that the full moon was taking its toll on the man and he did feel a great sorrow for him – he did not know what he would do with a curse like Remus bared.
“Now, 15 years ago a very powerful dark wizard rose to gain power in our world – killing anything that stood in his way. If you were not with him, you were against him and he would not fail to take you down. I had started an army to rise against him under the name The Order of the Pheonix, but before the war came to a stand-off a prophecy was uttered:’The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches … born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and with must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …’
This prophecy relates to a child within our world that I have vowed to protect – Harry Potter. Lord Voldemort, as he likes to be called, can only be killed by Harry and it was Harry that had stopped him 15 years ago. The boy was only a baby when Voldemort came after him the first time and the killing curse backfired thanks to the love of a mother and Voldemort was subjected to a form that was barely in existence. Ever since then, Voldemort has tried to regain a legitimate form which he now has,” Dumbledore intoned, silencing the room with his story. He knew that some of the members of the Order of the Pheonix knew nothing about the prophecy but he knew that he had to tell these people everything – to give them an accurate description of the situation at hand.
“So you want us to what…? Help Harry?” Dawn questioned, looking towards the old man. She never understood why adults seemed to think that ‘children’ couldn’t handle the truth – it was more obvious than they all thought.
“I would like you to help in any way that you are able to Miss Summers – whether it be Harry or investigations or training,” he replied easily, smiling at the young girl. He appreciated when people asked questions because he knew that it meant that they were interested – that they were considering his offer.
“Has he contacted the demon population?”
“Not as of yet Mr. Giles,” Dumbledore responded, linking his hands together. He knew that they were only concerned with the demonic community – they rarely dealt with witches but he had hoped that they would be willing to help. This did not just concern their world anymore; Voldemort was a threat to everybody.
“You realize that as Slayers, we are concerned primarily with the demonic community,” Faith replied, eyeing the group. They would be out of their depth if they were to offer their help and she had to wonder if they would be any help at all – they knew nothing of the wizarding community.
“Surely you extend your resources out of that community in some cases?” Remus interrupted, looking at the group of visitors curiously. He had heard of the Watchers Council and from what he had heard – he did not have faith that they would help. However, he could see the curiousity and willingness to help in their eyes; they would help if they could.
“We do…but the problem is that we know nothing of your type of magic and that cannot be an advantage to you,” Giles stated, nodding towards the man. He knew that they were all hoping that they would agree but he could see no advantage in their help.
“We could teach you, it would not take very long,” Arthur jumped in, smiling at the three. This group was a muggle based community and he was dying to learn more from them.
“Our magic is no d-”
“Mum! Mu….oops,” a voice yelped, running to an immediate stop. His large eyes flowed around the room, getting impossibly even more wider as he openly stared at the guests.
“Ronald, would you slow…down,” another voice called, knocking the boy as she stopped. She gazed around the room, her roaming stopping as soon as she spotted the strangers.
“Hermione!” a boy running after the two – he stopped as soon as he saw his two friends stop. He stepped beside his two friends as he gazed around the room. His eyes flicked over the two girls and man that he didn’t recognize and settled on Professor Dumbledore. “Professor!”
“Hello Harry, Hermione and Ron,” the old man smiled gently, nodding to each of his students. He admired the way that Harry noticed the three guests but perceived no danger as the others in the room were at ease.
“Out!” Molly instructed, standing from her sitting position.
“Wait!” Dawn stopped, jumping to her own feet. Her gaze was steady on the black haired boy with the lightening bolt scar. “You’re Harry Potter?”
“And you are?” the boy returned, raising an eyebrow at the young girl. She couldn’t be any older than him yet she appeared to be at an Order meeting – his anger was starting to rise again. Voldemort was after him specifically, he deserved to know what was happening.
“Dawn Summers,” she blushed, her eyes falling to the ground. She breathed deeply and eyed the red-headed woman. “He should be able to stay.”
“He is only a child!” Molly fumed, glaring at the audacity of the young woman. “I know that in your world you do things differently but here, we try to protect our young ones.”
“How many times have you faced Voldemort?” the elder brunette questioned the dark haired boy, eyeing him curiously. This young boy was supposed to be the saviour of the wizarding world and she had a feeling that he had no clue.
“Ever since my first year at Hogwarts,” Harry said, stepping infront of his friends. He eyed the strangers wearily, cautious of who they were but he was happy to have people stand up for him – he wanted to be a part of the fight.
“And you are 15?” the older man asked, watching as the young man nodded. “It appears that the boy has already faced and survived this Voldemort. I see no harm in him knowing any other plans that involve this war,” he continued, eyeing the weary woman. He had to admit that the boy was young but so were the students that he taught – so was Buffy when she first started. This young man had the advantage of several people looking out for his well-being.
“Dumbledore! I must insist that you make the children leave!”
The old man looked between Harrys’ eager face and Mollys outrage. He knew that the woman only had the best intentions at heart for the boy but these visitors were right in a way – there was no harm for Harry to know what was happening at this particular moment.
“You are doing more harm than good,” Dawn insisted, locking gazes with the boy. She knew what it was like to be on the sidelines but the war was about you – she had been through the same thing with Glory. She was always coddled and protected and she knew that it had caused more damage than good in the end.
“He is not of age,” Molly insisted, glaring at the young girl. She had no say in what was to be done with their children.
“I have always insisted that Harry know more,” the man shrugged, looking towards his old Professor. He knew that it was a gamble – he could barely tell the difference between his godson and his bestfriend.
“He is not James!”
“He is in your charge,” Dumbledore stated, silencing the raging woman. “However, Miss Granger and Mr Weasley are not. I’m sorry, but you two will have to leave,” he smiled at the two, know that Harry would fill his friends in on whatever happens in the room.
“This is insane,” Molly muttered, slumping into her chair. She could not argue with Dumbledore’s logic but she would not let her child be a part of this – even if he wanted to.
“Harry, I would like to introduce you Rupert Giles, Faith Lehane and Dawn Summers – they are Directors within the International Watchers Council,” Dumbledore introduced, nodding to each of his guests. He could see the intrigued in their eyes and he smiled; he had heard that it was harder for them to say no if they had an image in mind.
“The International Watchers Council?”
“Uh, Slayers Harry. Mr. Giles is the Head of the Council and Faith and Dawn are his colleagues,” Remus answered, looking towards the three to make sure it was correct. He did not know the group well but he could see that they were extremely close.
“You’re both slayers?”
“I am,” Faith answered, smirking towards the boy. She knew that he was curious to see what she could do, everybody was when they asked what a Slayer was. But Dawn was a different story.
“I’m an immortal,” Dawn shrugged, looking towards the boy. She had already made the decision of what they would do and she saw no harm in telling these people the truth. They had revealed their secrets, they should do the same in respect.
“An immortal?” Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow at the girl. He could sense something different about her but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“It is a being that can only be killed by beheading,” she answered, wrapping arms around her middle – uncomfortable with the sudden amount of attention. She was aware that not many of her kind revealed their identity, especially to a group that they only just met – but, this was a community that had its own secrets and they had revealed theirs.
“I’ve never heard…”
“We are not a people that like to publicise our existence…” she smiled softly, nodding towards the poor boy. She knew that this was a lot of information at one time but she felt that he deserved to know the truth. If they were going to help, then he deserved to know who his allies were. “But, we are not here to discuss that. Dumbledore has asked for our help in your fight against Voldemort.”
Harry looked towards the Headmaster of Hogwarts – he knew that the man had kept secrets from him but this girl was the only one to give him honest answers.
“I believe that Dawn has already given our answer,” Giles stated, looking towards the girl. He had never seen her be so open about herself towards strangers before and he couldn’t deny that it was probably good for the girl.
“You will offer your help?”
“Yes, I can speak for the Slayers and you have our backing,” Faith nodded towards the old man, slinging an arm around the younger brunette. She could see that Dawn wanted to help this group of people and she would back the girl.
“As the Head of the International Watchers Council, you have our backing,” Giles stated, offering a hand towards Dumbledore. He knew that there were others to consult before this decision should have been made but he knew that he could speak for the others.
“Thankyou,” Dumbledore smiled, shaking hands with the other man. He knew that this alliance was a beneficial one. “We look forward to working with you…”