Title: Key Summers’
Summary: The gang goes to England to help fight a war, and meets someone unexpected.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter. Those all belong to the geniuses Rowling and Whedon.
Spoilers: Season 6 BtVS through ‘Flooded’, and OotP for HP.
Notes: I’m pushing back the first couple of episodes of Buffy, so that they line up with HP in my story, so ‘Flooded’ happens just before September 2nd. Also, I know Molly and Arthur Weasley weren’t in the Order the first time around, but for my story, let’s pretend they were, shall we?
It was August 30th, the last day of holidays before the children were to board the Hogwarts express and head back to the school for another year. Molly and Arthur Weasley were sitting at the table in the dining area of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
Arthur’s face was grim. Molly’s was a mix of pain, sadness, and anger.
The two had been discussing the recent goings on in the order, and once again, the name Sirius had come up, just as it had been doing all summer. And, as much as everyone tried to accept that Sirius was gone, and move forward in their lives…
Whenever Sirius Black was mentioned, most everyone’s faces took on a look of sadness. Some, for the life he had barely had a chance to live. Others, for the loved one they had lost. There was one exception, though.
Whenever Harry was in a room, everyone generally tried to avoid any subjects that had to do with his deceased godfather. Whenever Sirius was mentioned, either by accident or intentionally, and Harry was present, he always stood up very quickly, his eyes flashing in anger on his emotionless face, before quickly leaving the room.
Harry was one of the many reasons Molly Weasley felt sadness at the mention of her cousin. Sirius’ death sometimes seemed to have sent the young wizard off the deep end.
Molly was brought out of her thoughts as she felt her husband’s hand grasp hers. She squeezed his finger lightly, giving him a sad smile.
“Sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts.”
Arthur returned his wife’s sad smile. “I understand. It’s difficult. It likely will be for a while…” the smile faded. “But right now we have others issues to discuss.”
The witch’s face hardened. “Oh yes, the Order.”
“Well,” began Arthur, “I’ve been thinking about finding some of the old Order members, and seeing if they’d be willing to come back and help us once more.”
“All the ones who haven’t died are here, Arthur,” Molly replied, a note of sadness in her voice once more.
“Not all,” said Arthur. Suddenly a grin tugged at one corner of his lips. “Not Rupert.”
“Rupert?” Molly looked confused for a moment, before understanding dawned on her face. “Oh my! Rupert! I’d nearly forgotten about him. I haven’t seen him in years!” Mrs. Weasley smiled. It vanished just as quickly as it had come, though. “But Arthur, we can’t ask him to come and help us here. He has duties over there, in America. A life over there. Keeping watch on his slayer.”
“I know,” Mr. Weasley replied. “But we are going to need more help than we have right now, Molly. Perhaps his slayer could come along as well; she could be quite useful.”
Mrs. Weasley looked worried. “I’m not sure, Arthur. I’ve heard the place the slayer and her watcher now reside is like a magnet for dark forces. The people there need constant protecting. They need the Slayer and her Watcher there, not halfway across the world.”
“Molly, if we lose this war, it won’t matter, because there won’t be any people left to protect. Voldemort certainly wouldn’t try and stop the demons from killing all the muggles and muggle-borns. In fact, he’d encourage it. Merlin knows we need more help, Molly, if we’re going to win. Rupert can help. I know he can. He was a powerful wizard, don’t you remember?”
Mrs. Weasley sighed. “Of course I do. But he gave it up. He gave up his wand, his magic… To become a Watcher.”
“Not because he wanted to!” Mr. Weasley said loudly. At a glare from his wife, he lowered his voice. “He didn’t give it up because he wanted to. He didn’t want to. His father made him.”
Molly looked shocked. “I’ve never heard of anyone making Rupert do anything he didn’t want to. He was always quite stubborn.”
Arthur grinned again, reminiscing about his old friend. “Fancied himself a rebel, the little bugger.”
There was a moment’s silence before Arthur spoke again.
“Molly, he’ll help. Besides, it’s been far too long since I’ve seen the git.”
“Fine,” Molly sighed in defeat. “Fine, go ask him.” Her chair scraped along the ground as she stood up. “I’d better get started on supper. We have an early morning tomorrow, seeing the children off. How about you go the day after, Arthur? That way you’ll have time to contact Professor Dumbledore.”
“Alright, Molly, dear,” Mr. Weasley replied, agreeing immediately with his wife’s instructions. He would rather have gone a bit earlier to see Rupert, perhaps tomorrow, but knew better than to suggest his thoughts out loud. Molly Weasley always has the last word.
As Ginny heard her parent’s conversation end, she pulled the end of a flesh coloured string out of her ear, and slowly started drawing the other end out from under the door. She wound up the Extendable Ear Fred and George had given her, shoved it in her pocket, and started creeping quietly towards the stairs.
“Slayer?” Ginny wondered aloud, “What’s that?” She heard a portrait she was walking past chuckle sinisterly. The red-haired girl rolled her eyes at the painting, continuing on her way.
And what was a Watcher?
Ginny searched her memory, trying to remember if she had ever heard those two terms before. Though she knew the words, she had never heard them used in reference to a person’s profession. Whatever they were, they sounded important.
The youngest Weasley ascended the stairs, intent on finding her brother and his best friends. She needed to tell them what she had heard; Hermione might know what what a Watcher or Slayer is. Ginny smirked. Hermione and her reading.
She quickened her pace as she hurried down the corridor towards Ron and Harry’s room, still trying to keep as quiet as possible.
When she reached the room, Ginny found Ron and Hermione standing just outside the door, looking in, worried looks on both their faces.
“What’s up?” Ginny asked quietly, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Ron cocked his head silently, gesturing for his younger sister to look into the room.
Ginny stepped forward, just inside the doorway. She looked around, brow still furrowed, and then she saw what her brother and friend were looking at so worriedly.
Harry was sitting on the edge of his bed, just staring off into space, his eyes comepletely glazed over.
“Ron was helping me look for one of my books that I still hadn’t packed yet. When we came back up here, we found him like this,” Hemione explained, concern evident in her voice.
“This isn’t the first time it’s happened, though,” Ron added, his voice almost a whisper. “Since he got here earlier this summer, it’s happened a few times. The rest of the time he seems okay, as you know. Not brilliant, but okay.”
Ginny made to go over to Harry, but Ron’s hand on her arm stopped her. She turned and looked at her brother questioningly, but he just shook his head.
“I think,” Hermione said sadly, “I think this is just his way of dealing with – with what happened.”
Ginny looked back into the room, then back to the two people standing beside her, frowning. “But you guys can’t just leave him there! What if he needs someone to talk to?” she said heatedly.
Ron shook his head again. “It’s no use, Gin. He barely seems to notice that he himself is there, let alone anyone else.” He sighed. “Trust me, if I thought it would help, I’d talk to him. But right now I think he needs to be alone.”
Ginny once more looked back at Harry. He sure looked like he could use someone to talk to. But Ron and Hermione knew him best. She turned back to the pair, who were still looking concernedly at their best friend.
Hermione suddenly turned to Ginny. “You seemed like you wanted to tell us something. Did something happen?”
Ginny looked back at Ron and Hermione, thinking that this probably wasn’t the best time to mention what she had heard.
“Ginny?” Ron asked, both him and Hermione looking at the youngest Weasley, curious looks on their faces.
“Well…” Ginny hesitated. “Well, I was downstairs, listening to Mum and Dad’s conversation –”
“Eavesdropping, you mean,” said Hermione. Ginny ignored her.
“– Because I thought they might be talking about stuff for the Order. They were. Dad was talking about finding old members, and asking them to come back and help. He mentioned someone, who seemed like an old friend of his, named Rupert Giles. Mum said something about him being a ‘Watcher’, whatever that is.”
“Oh! I’ve heard of Watchers!” Hermione said excitedly. “I’ve read about them –”
I knew it, thought Ginny, smirking again.
“– They help train and prepare the Slayer.”
“Mum mentioned that, too. What’s a Slayer?”
“The Slayer is a girl chosen to fight demons and the forces of darkness,” Hermione recited as if from a book. “There’s one in every generation, and they don’t usually last very long after they’re called. Many die before even their eighteenth birthday. The current Slayer is one of the longest lasting ever. Although, I’m not sure it quite counts, because she did die once… But she was brought back to life, so I guess since she’s alive now –”
“Bloody hell,” Ron whispered, eyes wide.
Hermione frowned. “Don’t swear, Ron.”
“Well, excuse me if I find that somebody dying and being brought back to life a bit suprising,” the red-haired prefect muttered, rolling his eyes.
“You don’t have to express your ‘surprise’ by swearing!”
“Bloody hell isn’t swearing, anyway!”
As Hermione started whispering furiously once more, and Ron continued to counter whatever she said, also in a furious whisper, Ginny giggled, rolling her eyes. She lightly grasped each of the arguing teens arms, intending to lead the pair away from the doorway and further along down the hall. She knew better than to actually attempt to separate the two (who had now moved on from the subject of swearing to Merlin knows what else), and she pitied the poor fool who might someday try.
“You two are bloody hilarious, you know.”
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny turned back to face the doorway. Harry was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes looked tired and sad, but he was grinning.
Harry had always found his two best friends’ arguments annoying, but since he had returned to Grimmauld Place, he had found them rather entertaining. He shook his head slightly. His two best friends were so…dim, sometimes.
Hermione stepped forward, looking worried. “Harry, how are you fee –”
“Harry, mate!” Ron cut off Hermione, sensing that this was probably not the time for what the girl had been about to ask. He ignored the scathing look the bushy-haired girl sent in his direction. “Wait’ll you hear what Hermione said about what Ginny overheard Mum and Dad talking about!”
So Ginny and Hermione (who was still glaring at Ron) proceeded with explaining the story, to which, once they had finished, Harry had the same reaction as his best friend.
Minus the swearing.
And thus successfully avoiding the wrath of Hermione.
End chapter 1
This is my first attempt at a crossover. So, umm… please review!