Harry Potter and the Scooby Gang
Hi. I'm brand new to this fanfiction writing thing, so please be easy on me! This is just an idea that came into my head one day. Hope it's an ok story. Please review to tell me whether I should carry on with it.
Also I have no idea where this story will go (ideas will be gratefully recieved) so I know the title's a bit lame (suggestions again will be happily recieved).
Unfortunately - and I know I'll probably lose a lot of readers by admitting this - I have never watched Buffy *hides in shame*. So most of the facts about those characters may be wrong. For instance, for the purpose of this story Dawn is 16 years old (The same as Harry). I have no idea if that's correct but please don't shoot me if it's wrong.And I'm a bit behind in Buffy. This takes place quite soon after Willow tries to end the world and in Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts.
And - yes I know, you want to get on with the story, but bear with me one second - this is a one-woman show, which means that I will try my hardest to get chapters out quickly but - and you'll only know this if you ever tried writing your very first story - it's really hard to try and make the chapters attention-grabbing.
Disclaimer:I don't own any of the characters used in this fic. I owe that all to Joss Whedon and JK Rowling.
“Come on, you can do better than that!” he yelled as he dodged a jet of red light.
The second jet of red light hit him squarely in the chest.The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
It seemed to take him an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
A look of mingled fear and surprise was on his face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment, as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.
A woman uttered a triumphant scream, her black hair and hollow eyes quite visible even though the room was dark. But the scream meant nothing – he had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second…
But he did not reappear…
Buffy awoke with a start. It was a dream, she told herself, just a dream. But it had seemed so real. She had to help the boy. She could still feel his anger and sadness running through her; it was almost as strong as when Willow had…
But this was just a dream, what Willow was going to do was real. This was just a dream, she repeated. But what if it wasn’t? It’s my duty to save the world; I suppose that means the people in it too. And this boy, whoever he is, needs my help, in case he does a Willow.
She had made up her mind in a split second. (Well, actually she had made up her mind at the very beginning but she thought that Giles would approve of her thinking it through.) She jumped out of bed, got dressed in record time and walked quickly but quietly so as to not wake up…
Dawn, Buffy thought. Where did she get the ability to hear even the tiniest mouse? Oh yeah, that would be from me.
“Buffy, where are you going at this t-t-time?” a very sleepy Dawn asked, failing to stifle a yawn.
“Hmm, I wonder. What do slayers do at three in the morning?” Buffy said sarcastically.
“But you came back from slaying an hour ago,” Dawn said, eyeing Buffy suspiciously.
Why does she always have to wait for me to come back? It is so not helpful. Buffy thought.
“Did I? I must’ve forgotten,” Buffy lied quickly. “Go back to bed, Dawn, it’s late.”
“You’re lying, I can tell. You never were very good at it.”
The Queen of Aggravation wins again. How annoying?!
“Where are you going?” Dawn repeated, although less sleepily.
“None of your business,” replied Buffy.
“Yes it is!” Dawn cried indignantly. “Besides, I won’t be able to sleep, now, because I’ll be worrying about you so much.”
“OK, OK, you win. I had this dream – "
“Oooh, one of your slayer dreams?” Dawn interrupted eagerly, glad that she had won against her older sister.
“Yes, one of my slayer dreams. And in the dream there was a boy, around your age I suppose…” Buffy described the dream to Dawn; whose eyes widened so much that Buffy thought the eyeballs would pop out. “And now I’m going to help him, seeing as it is my duty to save the world,” Buffy said to Dawn, voicing her thoughts.
“Where is the boy? Do you know where he is from the vision? No, wait, most important question first, is he hot?” Dawn asked fervently.
“OK. One, I saw the vision through his eyes so how am I to know if he’s hot or not? Two … actually, I’ve no idea where he is, but I’m sure I’ll find him.”
“We’ll find him you mean,” Dawn corrected.
“What?” Buffy asked, coming out of a deep reverie; she was thinking about how she was going to find one boy in the entire universe. She hadn’t thought of that until Dawn had pointed it out to her a second ago.
“Well, I’m coming with you,” Dawn stated determinedly.
“No you are not!” Buffy exclaimed. “What if some big bad hurt this Sirius guy and then you come with me and you get killed by the same big bad?
“I can fight just as well as you can,” said Dawn stubbornly.
“Except, you haven’t been doing it for as long as I have. You don’t have the experience. Dawn, You can’t go. What will I do if you get killed? Then I’ll be all on my little lonesome.”
“What if you go and die? Again. Please let me go,” Dawn made puppy dog eyes.
“Don’t make that face. No, don’t do that. You know I can’t refuse that face. I hate it when you make that face. OK, fine you can go,” Buffy relented.
“Oh yeah!” Dawn jumped and pumped a fist in the air. “I’m going to go save a hot guy. I’m going to go save a hot guy,” Dawn chanted, dancing around the hallway.
“Oh, shut up!” Buffy snapped.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
“Go where?” Dawn inquired.
“Um… good point. Giles’?”
* * * * *
“Tell me what you saw again?” Giles asked, cleaning his glasses for the fifth time in two minutes.
“Well there was this guy – “
“Called Sirius,” Dawn interrupted
“Yeah. And he sorta died.”
“So now we’re going to help the hot guy that Buffy saw the vision through in case he does a Willow,” Dawn explained.
“And you want me to…?” Giles inquired, replacing his glasses on his nose.
“Well, we … uh … don’t know where he is,” Buffy ended lamely.
“And you expected me to know?”
“Oh the sarcasm. How wonderful of the English to have invented it,” Buffy stated. ”Why else would we have come here?”
“To have a nice chat that doesn’t involve saving the world?” Giles suggested hopefully.
“Now where would be the fun in that?” Buffy replied.
“But you do know where the cute guy is, don’t you?” Dawn asked anxiously.
“Well, I need a bit more to go on than just a name,” replied Giles.
“The vision took place in a big, dark room with lots of steps. And in the middle of the room was this archway thingy that the Sirius guy fell into on a platform,” Buffy said slowly, remembering her quickly fading dream with difficulty.
“The Department of Mysteries,” Giles muttered under his breath.
“The Department of what’s-its?” Buffy implored.
“The Department of Mysteries, in the Ministry of Magic,” Giles explained, or thought he did.
“There’s a Ministry of Magic? Cool!”
“But I thought that there were only a few witches and wizards. Willow was part of a very small group of witches,” said a very confused Buffy.
“Oh, believe me, there are more. Many more. They just try to hide the fact that there are witches and wizards in the world so that the muggles don’t try and find them.”
“Non-magical folk, Dawn.”
“Cool! What a weird name!”
“So, where is the Department of Miseries?” Buffy inquired.
“It’s the Department of Mysteries and it’s in London,” replied Giles.
“We get to go to Giles-land? Cool!” exclaimed a very excited Dawn.
“Is that all you ever say?”