Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction done for enjoyment only. No profit was made. The characters are the property of JK Rowlings and Joss Whedon.
Spoilers: For AtS up to episode 5:16 ('Shells') only, nothing after that happened. For Harry Potter, up to OotP.
Distribution: Ask and you'll probably receive, but just TTH for now
Summary: The staff and students of Hogwarts gain custody of two young champions with no memory of their past.
As the smoke cleared Wesley and Gunn slowly pulled themselves from the rubble. In the distance they heard a groan filter from the general direction Lorne had move towards during the fight. A quick glance verified that the green demon was pulling himself up as well. Their other two comrades were nowhere to be found.
“Wes, Gunn, you two okay?” Lorne asked as he made his way over on shaky legs.
“A few scrapes and bruises, but otherwise unscathed. Gunn?”
“I’m good? You okay, Lorne?”
“Nothing a few hundred seabreezes and a months vacation won’t cure,” Lorne looked around. “So where are Blondie and our Fearless Leader?”
“I lost track of them after Spike knocked me out of the way of some spell,” Gunn said, glancing towards where he had fallen.
“Something similar happened with Angel and I,” Wes said. “There’s no sign of them now?” he looked around, with a growing sense of dread.
The three of them slowly made their way towards the spot where both vampires had been. What they saw seemed to confirm their worst fears.
“Oh no,” Lorne said, looking more gray than green at the sight. “It’s not, it can’t, tell me this is just me getting knocked on the head too hard. I’m hallucinating, right?”
“Only if it’s a shared hallucination,” Gunn said, trying to grasp what was in front of him.
“This can’t be happening,” Lorne said flatly. “I mean we just lost Fred, and Cordy, they can’t be...”
“It’s happening,” Wes said, his voice oddly flat.
“It was supposed to be a simple clean up job,” Lorne said still in denial.
“Not so simple after all,” Wes said quietly.
They stood staring at the sight in front of them for a few more minutes until Lorne gave voice to the question they were all asking inside.
“So what do we do, now?”
“We go back to the office and let them know what happened, then we move on from there,” Wes said, starting to turn away. Gunn nodded reluctantly and turned as well.
“We can’t just leave them here. Shouldn’t we bring them with us somehow.”
“Lorne,” Wes said sharply, “let it go! It’s just dust.” His voice cracked on the last word and as he gave the wall behind him one last look, his eyes were bright with tears he wouldn‘t let himself shed. “We’ll send someone back for it.”
All three of them slowly made their way back towards the office, each trying to deal with the fact that all that remained of their friends were scorch marks and two piles of ashes.
A brilliant flash of light burst through the empty great hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as two small bodies seemed to tumble out of the charmed ceiling and onto the floor. Both figures lay still for a moment buried in piles of oversized clothing. Finally one of them managed to wriggle out of the pile of leather wool and silk and stood there, clad only in an oversized shirt, gawking about with wide brown eyes. A moan from the pile of clothing next to him caught his attention and he looked over quickly, shoulder length hair flopping into his eyes. He batted it away irritably and moved over to investigate.
“Who’s there?” he asked, prodding the bundle with a toe. A soft brogue colored his tone.
“W-William. Please, help me out of this monstrosity,” by this point the other figure had managed to get his head free. The boy looked up, his bright blue eyes appealing, his own dark blond curls flopping in front of them.
The other boy looked even more suspicious when he heard William’s accent.
“Why should I help the English? Probably your fault we’re here. My Da says the English are always causing trouble,” the boy shot back.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never met an Irishman before. You’re certainly as rude as my mother says they are.”
“I am not rude.”
“You won’t help me, and you haven’t even properly introduced yourself,” William said, sounding slightly smug.
“My name is Liam...Liam....,” he frowned a moment then shrugged and went on. “My name is Liam, and I’m not helping ‘cause I don’t help the English.” Liam tried to cross his arms as he made his point, but the long sleeves from his oversized garment kept getting in the way.
“You’re being very silly,” William said. “I’ve never even met you before. Why would I want to do anything to you. Even if I did, I can’t because I can’t get my bloody arms out of this thing.”
Liam gave the other boy one last look before he heaved a sigh and walked over to the pile of clothing. He none too gently rolled William over then yanked the heavy leather coat off of the smaller boy. With the offending garment out of the way, the boy was able to kick off the black pants and stand up. He stood there standing in only an oversized tee shirt, glaring at Liam.
“I’m sorry for the language, but that’s no reason to be so rough.”
Liam simply rolled his eyes. William looked around a moment before continuing.
“Do you know where we are?”
“What do you mean, you’re the one who brought us here. And what did you do to the ceiling?”
“I, wha-, you,” William sputtered indignantly. “I did not bring us here. I have no clue where here is. I did nothing to the ceiling, and I wish to go home.”
“Then how did we get here. And I need to get home as well. My Da will whip me raw for wandering off if I’m gone too long.”
William looked utterly confused as he glanced over at the other boy.
“Why ever would he do that?” It isn’t your fault you got caught up in this.”
“I know, its yours.”
“Now you’re just being silly. Why do you insist on doubting me.”
Liam shrugged, mischief lighting his eyes.
“Don’t know. Somethin’ about you makes me want to rile you up.”
“Yes, well something about you makes me wish to do the same, but you don’t see me giving into it.”
“Your choice. Anyway, my Da won’t give me a chance ta make excuses before he punishes me. He’ll just do it and expect me to take it like a man.”
“Perhaps I’m not so unfortunate to be without a father after all.”
“Wouldna say that. He’s not all bad,” but Liam didn’t sound wholly convinced.
William was about to reply when another voice rang out through the large room.
“What’s going on in here. Who’s causing such a racket?”
Both boys turned to see what was perhaps the largest man either could remember come into view with a ground eating stride. Both boys let out a slightly shocked gasp at the sight..
“What have we here? How’d you boys git here. Yer both too young to take classes, and school’s out fer the summer anyway.”
Both boys continued to stare at the giant before them. Liam’s nose twitched as he smelled something odd coming from where William was standing. He liked it, but didn’t at the same time. It made him move in front of the smaller boy.
“Listen you, you whatever. Leave him alone and pick on someone your own size,” and he raised his fists in front of him as he had seen the older boys do when they were fighting.
Hagrid stared down at the sight in front of him bemused. The two boys, neither could be more than six, were both glaring at him, albeit one from behind the other. The taller of the two even seemed ready to take him on, despite the fact he didn’t even come up to Hagrid’s waist.
“Liam,” the smaller boy said, “Perhaps he is responsible for us being here.”
Liam glared even harder, a strange anger building up inside of him.
“Is Willie there right? Did you bring us here. If you did, I don’ care how big ya are, I’ll fight ya!”
Hagrid’s amusement grew as the mite walked forward, then vanished in an instant when the young boy’s face changed to that of a vampire. It just wasn’t right. A vampire, no matter how small, should not have been able to get into the castle. Who turned a child that young anyway?
“Now listen here boys,” he said, somewhat surprised when the taller boy, Liam was it, went back to a human visage, apparently unaware he’d changed. “I’ll help you get to the bottom of this, but I’m going ta need yer help. Do you know how ya got here?”
“I was, I was,” Liam’s brows knit together as he tried to remember, “I fell, from up there,” he pointed up. “That’s all I remember.”
“An’ you?” Hagrid said, turning towards William.
“That’s all I remember as well, sir. Falling, talking with Master Liam here, then you. Please sir, may we go home now?”
“Is there a problem in here, Hagrid,” Dumbledore’s voice rang across the Great Hall. Hagrid noticed that William’s face flicked to that of a demon for an instant as he was startled.
“I’m not sure Headmaster. Seems we have guests, but neither of them knows how they got here. Claim they fell from the sky.”
“Indeed,” Dumbledore approached them, his tone amused. “We don’t often have guests fall from the sky, but we shall endeavor to make your stay as pleasant as possible.”
“Please, sir, we’d just like to go home,” William said.
“I’m not sure that is possible.”
“Wha’ do ya mean?” Liam asked angrily.
“I promise I will explain, once I’m able to, but until then, please, come with me.”
Liam and William looked towards each other then at the silver bearded man.
“What’s yer name?”
“Professor Albus Dumbledore, and yours young sir?”
“Liam, Liam Patrick..,” again the boy trailed off as if trying to remember something just out of reach. Finally he sighed and said, “Liam Patrick.”
“William Eustace, sir.”
“Well Masters Liam and William, if you’d just come with me, I’d like our school nurse, Madam Pomfrey to have a look at you, and we’ll get you some chocolate.”
William looked delighted, but Liam was confused.
“But I thought that stuff was for grownups? Like coffee.”
“We have some more suitable for children, now shall we?” he said, gesturing for them to follow. The boys looked to each other for a long moment then Liam shrugged and started forward. William hurried to catch up. Neither boy bothered to hide their curiosity, as they gaped at their surroundings.
“Professor,” Hagrid’s voice rang out, “there’s somethin’ else about ‘em.”
“I know Hagrid. Fawkes raised quite the ruckus. You know how phoenix feel about such things. I take it they are unaware?”
“I believe so Professor.”
“Then that will need to be explained as well. Come along boys, the chocolate awaits.”
Hagrid watched as both boys followed the headmaster out of the room towards the hospital wing. He quickly gathered the two piles of clothes that had accompanied the boys, and then made his way over there himself. He never noticed the business card that fluttered out of one of the coat’s pocket and fell to the ground. Later that night when the house elves were cleaning the Great Hall it didn’t get a second glance before ending up on the rubbish pile. Few wizards had need for such things, and Wolfram and Hart was not a place anyone at the school wanted to be associated with.