Title: Fairy Tale
Author: Nopporn Wongrassamee aka the Evil Author
EMail Address: EvilAuthor@aol.com
Spoilers: Anything goes
Summary: What scares little witches and wizards? A BtVS/HP crossover.
Disclaimer: Characters and concepts belong to their owners who I'm too lazy to list.
“Slayer?” Harry Potter asked. “What’s a Slayer?”
“I don’t recall anything called the Slayer in any of the DADA text books,” Hermione added, frowning.
“Course you didn’t,” Ron scoffed. “That’s ‘cause the Slayer’s just a tale to scare little wizards and witches into behaving themselves.” His voice rose an octave in a parody of maternal scolding. “Do you know what happens to bad little wizards and witches? The Slayer will get you!”
The trio broke into a laugh.
“The Slayer’s real,” a quiet voice said, bringing the mirth to a halt.
“Oi, what do you know about it, Luna?” Ron asked.
“Oh, my father knows all about the Slayer,” Luna Lovegood proclaimed. “The Slayer is a magical creature that hunts other magical creatures, although it’ll take wizards too. It’s a shapeshifter, assuming a guise of a helpless girl. But you can always recognize one because of its hands. One is a single long claw, like a knife or sword. The other is always a long spike.”
“If the Slayer is so recognizable, how come no one has ever reported seeing one?” Hermione asked skeptically.
“The Slayer isn’t called that for nothing,” Luna retorted. “The only wizards who live to tell about the Slayer usually ran away first. Those who didn’t…” Luna trailed off and shrugged.
“Do you think Voldemort will try to recruit the Slayer?” Harry asked thoughtfully.
“Harry, you’re not taking this seriously, are you?” Ron cried.
“Let’s hope he tries,” Luna answered, ignoring Ron.
Three incredulous stares bore in on Luna.
“Every dark wizard that tried to recruit the Slayer got eaten,” Luna paused. There was more incredulous staring. “Really, it’s true. My father said that the last dark wizard who tried… well, all that was left of Richard Wilkins was splattered all over the place.”
There was a moment of silence as the trio digested this information.
“Who’s Richard Wilkins?” Hermione asked finally.
A shrill whistle interrupted anything Luna might have said.
“Hey, we’re here,” Ron exclaimed, jumping to his feet as the Hogwarts Express pulled to a stop. Everyone jumped up, scrambling to grab his or her luggage.
“Luna, about the Slayer…” Harry began as they exited the train.
“Harry, give it a rest,” Hermione interrupted as she and Ron pulled Harry along. “The Slayer’s just a fairy tale.”
Luna sighed. She picked up her own heavy trunk effortlessly. As she followed in the trio’s wake, Luna idly wondered what kind of weight reduction charms her father had put on her trunk. It simply wasn’t as heavy as it should have been lately.