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Summary: Well, Dumbledore just compleately fell off his rocker. Either that or the PTB just have a crazy sense of humor. How else do you explain two different Chosen Ones finding themselves opening up to each other in pen pal letters? Canon pairings, possible H/B

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredRingofHeartFR151512061,06827 Aug 1227 Aug 12No
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*Professor McGonagall office, beginning of 5th year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry*

"Professor, you cannot be serious!"

"Quite serious, Mr. Potter," McGonagall glared at Harry over her glasses. "Due to the increasing prejudice, the other professors and I have agreed that you are all falling behind on your muggle education. What seems to be the problem?"

Harry glared strait back. Normally, he would be at least somewhat respectful, but where in Merlin's name did they get this idea? "Professor, this is a bad idea. I'm the Chosen One; I don't need to talk with a muggle, I need to know how to defeat Voldemort!..."

"Mr. Potter!" Harry quieted down, but continued to glare at his head of house. After a few moments of silence, McGonagall continued. "I am surprised at you. 10 points from Gryffindor for shouting at a professor; would you like to make it 20?"

Harry looked down. "No ma'am,"

"Good," she said briskly. "Being the Chosen One doesn't excuse you from doing the same work as your peers. Now, please go to the common room and write your letter to," McGonagall checked her list, "Buffy Summers, if you please,"

Harry understood the dismissal and walked out the door.

*This is completely useless!* Harry thought in frustration. *Why should I write bloody letters when I should be learning how to defeat the dark lord?!*

Finally, though, when he settled down next to Hermione and Ron with a Quill and parchment, he hit a block. It hit him that he really *didn't* know much about the mortal world now. Maybe McGonagall was right.

So, he decided to start safely. A safe introduction, no magic involved. That couldn't go wrong, right?

*Dear Buffy,*

*Hello. I'm Harry Potter, and I guess I'm your pen pal.*

*You live in Sunnydale, right? I live in England. Surrey, actually, but I'm currently attending a boarding school in rural Scotland. It's a nice's almost my first home. I have a lot of friends here. Although, I have made a few enemies with some classmates and teachers.*

*First off, our professor from last year, Professor Lupin, had to resign because he became sick. So now we have a...* Harry stopped to think of what he could substitute for DADA. History, maybe? *history professor from hell. The woman is horrible and utterly obnoxious, and has covered her entire classroom in pink. It doesn't agree with her,*

*Also, there are a couple of Slytherins (Slytherin is a house, students are sorted into houses based on...* and how the hell was he going to explain a talking hat? *personality. They answer a quiz.* Well, that worked. *I'm in Gryffindor, which is for people who are brave, and Slytherin is more for people who are cunning. There's a very large rivalry between Slytherins and Gryffindors, and I do have to say that most of them don't like me very much, but the feelings mutual.*

*So, what about you? What is your school like?*

*I have to go, I have classes early in the morning*


*Harry Potter*

The End?

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