Chapter 3 Q And A
Healing At Hogwarts
Disclaimer- you know who the characters belong to, and it certainly isn’t me.
Note- Please forgive the lateness of my update.
Buffy sat on the comfortable bed, scowling at the room and it’s occupants. She crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at the walls. It was a hospital ward; she hated hospitals, with a fiery passion even. Killing Der Kindestod hadn’t changed that one bit. Her stomach still turned when she smelt disinfectant and a cold prickle worked down her spine when she walked into a hospital white room.
Buffy stared at that Bumbledore man out of the corner of her eye. After she had refused to tell them anything about last night he had just been sitting there with a small smile on his face as he studied her. Buffy shifted subtly, there was something about his sparkling blue eyes, they made her feel comforted and on edge at the same time.
She moved her focus to Mr. Mega Goth, who still leaned against the wall. Buffy immediately dropped her arms when she saw that he held his arms in the same manner. His dark eyebrows rose as he noticed her sudden movement, the corner of his mouth twitching as he fought against a sardonic smile.
Dumbledore smiled at Buffy. Buffy glared back at him.
“What do you want from me?” She asked softly.
Dumbledore leaned forward. “That, my dear, depends very much on what you were doing in that alley last night.”
Buffy frowned, trying to come up with a cover story. “There was… um… a kitten crying. I went into the alley and, uh, slipped and knocked my head on the wall.”
Severus raised his eyebrow and looked over at Dumbledore. He nodded lightly at Severus. The girl really was a terrible lair, that excuse didn’t sound at all believable; for one thing that was no kitten Severus had faced in that alley.
Severus curled his lip. “What were you doing in the alley?”
“I told you!” Buffy exclaimed.
“Severus pushed off the wall and walked over to the bed. “Yes, I know and we all know you are lying. You more foolish than your appearance lends believe to if you think that we would believe that drivel about a kitten.”
Buffy glared at him fiercely. She jumped slightly as a woman clothed in an old-fashioned nurse’s uniform bustled out of an office that was tucked away in the corner of the large ward.
The woman smiled kindly at her. “Hello, dear. How are you feeling this morning? I don’t mind saying you gave us quite a scare with your head wound.”
Buffy stared at her, her hand going to where the gash had previously been. Buffy fingers probed the smooth skin, gaping as her fingers came away clean. “What happened? I hit the wall pretty hard.”
“Yes, you did. Like I said, you gave us quite a scare.” The woman brushed past that Snape man and leaned over Buffy. She peered into her eyes and then straightened, smiling widely. She patted Buffy on the arm. “You’re quite the fast healer.”
Buffy stared at her, still slightly in shock. “I-I always have been.”
The woman patted her on the arm. “That’s a good quality to have, dear, especially around here.”
“Poppy,” Dumbledore’s voice was soft. “If you would please excuse us for a moment while we question Miss Summers.”
Madam Pomfrey tutted. “Honestly, Albus, Severus, I expected better of you. Allow the poor girl a moment to regain her senses after waking before you interrogate her.”
Severus Snape gritted his teeth. “We don’t exactly have the time for niceties, Poppy. Time is of the essence here. If she knows something that can help-“
“It can wait twenty minutes while she eats and gets cleaned up!” Poppy interrupted.
Buffy sunk into the soft mattress and closed her eyes. All the Britishness in the air was bringing back memories of Giles. The look on his face after Angelus killed Jenny-
A single tear fell from the corner of her eye. Buffy brushed it away abruptly. It didn’t matter now. They were better off without her there to get them hurt, get them killed or worse.
Buffy could feel a pair of eyes studying her. Her eyes snapped open and she stared into the startling blue gaze of Albus Dumbledore.
“I think,” Dumbledore said softly, “ that we may at least offer our guest a glass of water.”
Buffy swallowed, suddenly she felt really thirsty. “That’d be nice, thanks.”
“Severus? Water for Miss Summers, please?”
Poppy and Severus stopped bickering.
Dumbledore and Severus shared a look. Dumbledore nodded and Snape gave him a curt one in return.
Severus strode over to the sink and conjured a glass. Making sure his back covered his actions Severus pulled out a bottle labeled ‘Vertiaserum’ and poured three drops into the glass before filling the rest with water.
With a silent glare he thrust the glass under Buffy’s nose.
She glared back. “Thank you, Mr. Personality.”
Buffy looked suspiciously between the glass and Dumbledore’s kindly, old face. She sniffed the water but couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. Buffy shrugged and quickly drained the glass. She handed it back to Poppy with a grateful smile.
“Now, Miss Summers. Do you think you are up to answering a few questions?”
Buffy nodded. “Okay, shoot.”
Dumbledore stood and started to pace. “What is your name?”
“Buffy Anne Summers,” she answered promptly.
Poppy looked suspiciously between Buffy, Dumbledore and Severus. “Oh, Albus.”
“It had to be done, Poppy.”
She pursed her lips tightly together and gripped the glass tightly, nearly cracking it.
Dumbledore turned back to Buffy. “And how old are you, Miss Summers?”
“She’s so young,” Poppy whispered.
“Why were you in that alley last night?”
“There was a man, he was being attacked by vampires. I couldn’t let them kill him.”
“And why not? What could you have done?”
Buffy blinked up at him. “Kill them.”
“Stake through the heart.”
Dumbledore couldn’t help but smile at this. “No, my dear. I mean how do you know about vampires and how to kill them?”
“I’ve been doing it for years, I’m a vampire slayer.”
Dumbledore nodded and sunk back into his chair. “Is there anyone we should contact for you? The Council? Your Watcher?”
Buffy’s face screwed up. “I don’t answer to the Council.” She softened into a sad, wistful expression. “And my Watcher, Giles, is in Sunnydale.”
“Sunnydale?” Dumbledore turned to Severus. “I thought you found her in L.A.?”
Severus frowned. “I did.”
“If your Watcher is in Sunnydale why were you in L.A.?”
“I-I ran away.” Buffy’s eyes filled with tears.
Poppy perched on the bed next to Buffy. “Oh dear. Your mother must be beside herself.”
Buffy shook her head, tears now falling. “She kicked me out. Told me if I walked through that door not to come back. But I had to. There was a demon about to suck the world into hell. Mom had just found out about vampires, I staked one in front of her. We had a fight. I walked out.”
“But surely you could have sorted things out. She wouldn’t have meant it.”
Buffy shook her head again. “I couldn’t. I had to get away after… Angel.”
“Angel?” Poppy queried.
Buffy started to sob quietly. “I-I loved him, so much. But I had to kill him. I sent him to hell to stop it from happening to the rest of the world.”
She started to sob violently. Poppy pulled Buffy over to rest her head against her shoulder and started rubbing soothing circles up and down her back.
Severus frowned. “Why-“
Buffy suddenly stiffened. She jerked away from Poppy. “What did you do to me?”
Dumbledore frowned and opened his mouth to speak.
Buffy cut him off. “Don’t lie to me! I know you put something in the water!”
Dumbledore sighed, his eyes tired and sad. “It was a truth serum. You have to understand that we are in the middle of a war. We need all the help we can get.”
“I don’t care!” Buffy cried. “I’ve been fighting since I was called. I quit! I don’t want anything to do with vampires or demons any more. I just want to be a normal teenage girl!”
Dumbledore studied her gravely. “But you aren’t normal, Miss Summers.”
Buffy’s shoulders slumped. “I know.”
Dumbledore leaned forward. “Our world is being menaced by a dark wizard. He would happily destroy all the non-magical people, the half bloods and those from non-magical families.”
Buffy sighed. “I’m sorry, I really am. But what do you think I can do? I’m a slayer. I hit things till they bleed. Magic, not really my forte.”
“You may be of more use than you think, Miss Summers.” Dumbledore stood. “Perhaps it would be best it you spent the next few days in the hospital wing resting up. When your strength returns we’ll discuss this further.”
“Do I hafta?” Buffy whined. “I’m fine, really. I don’t have to stay here, do I?”
“I thing it would be a good idea,” Poppy told her. “That head injury was quite severe, and you haven’t been looking after yourself properly. You are run down.”
Buffy pouted. “Fine, but I do so under protest.”
Poppy chuckled. “Protest duly noted. Now you get back into bed and I shall arrange a meal for you.”
Buffy climbed back under the covers.
Dumbledore and Severus turned to leave.
“I can’t help you, no matter what you think.”
Dumbledore turned back and smiled mysteriously. “I think all shall be revealed in due time, Miss Summers. And now Severus and I shall allow you to get you rest.”
Dumbledore swept majestically out of the ward. With one final distasteful glare Snape followed, his black cloak flaring in a manner that caused a lump to form in Buffy’s throat.
“Well,” she muttered, “that was fun.”
Buffy drummed her fingers against the covers. She was bored. B.O.R.E.D. Bored diddly bored bored bored. With a capital B.
Popppy had to do paperwork in her office so she was by herself. And it was getting darker by the minute. The Slayer in her was getting antsy. She was meant to be out there. Hunting. Slaying. Doing something. Anything!
The door to the ward swung open with a creak. Buffy’s head snapped up. Her eyes scanned the room. She couldn’t see anyone. But then that didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone there.
Buffy closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She concentrated, focusing all her senses. Yep, there was definitely someone here.
Buffy slipped out of bed, wincing at the cold floor under her feet. Keeping her eyes closed Buffy moved around the room trying to find it. She moved closer to the door. She was so close.
“Buffy! You should be in bed!”
Buffy’s eyes snapped open at the sound of Poppy’s voice. “There was someone-“
But there wasn’t. Whoever had been in the ward had taken the opportunity to escape, the door still swinging slightly.
Harry tried to slow his breathing. That was way too close. The blonde girl, Buffy (what kind of a name was Buffy any way?), probably would have found him if it hadn’t been for Madam Pomfrey’s timely arrival.
Still, none of his questions had been answered. He still had no idea who she was, what she was doing here and why Snape had been carrying her. All she had learnt was that she had good senses, her name was Buffy, she like sushi pajamas and she was cute.
Harry checked the corridor and started back to the Gryffindor tower.
‘Still,’ he thought. ‘She knew Snape in some way and no matter how cute she was, it could be a problem.’
And it sure didn’t explain why she made his scar throb.
Buffy groaned and rolled over. She did not want to get up. Bed was warm. Bed was comfy. Sleep was good.
But that grating buzz of teenage voices wouldn’t let up. Grumbling to herself Buffy slipped out of bed and padded quietly over to the door. Yawning widely she opened it.
Buffy’s mouth remained open. She was in a castle. A real honest-to-goodness castle. And there were a lot of teenagers walking the halls, some looking at her strangely.
“Oh my god. I’m in a school.”
Suddenly the accents struck her. They were familiar. But not in the way you would expect. It wasthey were accents she had heard before. From Giles and Spike and, on one occasion, Angel. There was a mixture of English, Irish and Scottish (not that she knew anyone that that was Scottish, but hey, she had seen Braveheart).
Her eyes went wide.
“Buffy, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”