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Summary: 20 minute Challenge - Amy. One's options aren't usually this narrowed in life.

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Harry Potter > Amy-CenteredJmariaFR151499021,0115 Apr 045 Apr 04Yes
Disclaimer: Joss owns all things Buffy, J.K. owns all things Harry

Both Sides Now



Amy Madison wasn’t your normal twenty-three year old. Nah, that wouldn’t be much fun, no would it? No, Amy had grown up on the most peculiar place to live.


A Hellmouth.


Yep, an honest-to-goddess Hellmouth. Now, you might find this peculiar. Most people would if there was a vampire population running around their town calling them walking happy meals.


I prefer to think of myself as a combo meal, personally. Makes me feel important. But then, I’m digressing.


Now, Amy Madison had once been a very good girl. And then her mother stole her body to relive her glory days back in sophomore year. Then Amy had fun learning her new magic skills.


Until she used too much power and turned herself into a rat.


And look, it only took three years to get turned back.


But Amy went a little, shall we say, overkill on the magicks. And even worse she became co-dependant on them, and dragged a good friend of hers down with her.


After being threatened bodily by the slayer, Amy decided to hit the bricks. (That and she owed a magic dealer and couldn’t cough up the payment). She decided to do the whole England thing. Now there was some quality magicks. They knew how to do it in England. You could practically feel it bouncing off the walls.


She was walking down the street when she saw a pub. Or bar. She was a little confused as to what she should really call it. It was called the Leaky Cauldron. That could only be a good sign. So, she pushed the door open. . .


And found herself facing men in robes, with wands.


And Sunnydale was messed up?


She tried to edge back out the door when someone spotted her. They whipped the wand at her and cried out Petrificus Totalus.


Needless to say, Amy pitched face first into the floor. Not a good thing. But she could still hear what they were saying. It was very odd, this whole, oh-my-body’s-immobile-but my-hearing’s-a-ok.


She raised her eyes and nearly passed out. A dark haired man was staring down at her, examining her.



“She seems unhurt.” He said.


“She’s a stupid muggle. We better do a memory charm.” A blond man sneered.


“Don’t talk about her like she isn’t here, Malfoy.”


Damn right. She thought, rolling her eyes up and down.


“I sense a power in her. We should take her to Dumbledore.” The black haired one said.


“Yes, because St. Potter can’t help but to run along to the headmaster.”


“Who should we take her to, then?” The blond was silent. “I thought so.” He smiled as they lifted her to her feet. “I’m Harry and this is Draco. We’re here to help?”



Great, she goes to another country, just to run into a new Scooby Gang? Can’t a girl get a break without having to face the same obstacles?


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