Title: Explosive Lectures
Crossover: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me and I am not making any profit from this piece, it is just for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: Response to challenge #11 (Fireworks). Now that everything’s said and done, there are lectures to be held.
Author’s Note: The final segment of the Bell jar series. I’ve had bad headaches all week so it’s not the best.
Word Count: 608~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There was a loud pop in the council’s headquarters. Spike, holding an unconscious Willow, started cursing as he landed on his knees.
“What happened Spike?” Giles asked as he rose from his seat behind the desk.
Spike didn’t say anything as he stood and then laid Willow down on the couch. He gently brushed a strand of red-black hair out of her face. The hair was slowly returning to its normal color.
“Spike what’s wrong with Willow?” Giles asked, worry tingeing his voice.
“There were a couple of dementors. The combination of Red’s magic and grief blew them up,” Spike growled, “the wankers wouldn’t help.”
Giles nodded, although he didn’t understand. “Why don’t you go work out your frustration while I watch after Willow. We’ll talk when she’s up.” He suggested figuring the red headed witch would be better at explaining what happened.
Spike gave a short nod and strode off. “Hey Blue, Want to hit something?” He yelled.
The former god joined the vampire in the training room. Within a few minutes loud thumps and crashes shook the walls.
Giles shook his head and set about making some tea. He added several soothing herbs to the tea as it warmed. He looked over at Willow who moaned softly.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Fudge glared at Dumbledore. “How could you let them go?” He demanded his face red.
“You wouldn’t have been able to hold them, the witch easily overpowered your precious dementors.” Dumbledore said glancing at the black sludge that was all that remained of the creatures.
Fudge started turning purple and his wand started emitting some sparks. “It takes a lot of d-dark m-magic to accomplish that!” He sputtered. “That if anything is a clear sign of d-death eaters.”
“Or pure love—that also drives them off… a Patronus is all good emotions.” Remus interrupted softly.
“Personally I’m glad that the dementors are dead.” Tonks said. “Too many of their kind work for you-know-who.”
Mad-eye rolled his magical eye in their direction. “There’s some magic still on the bell jar—but its mostly neutral or wild magic.” He growled. “Not a hint of darkness or taint to it regardless of the fact that the pair of intruders reeked of black magic.”
Fudge’s wand continued its impression of a sparkler on the Fourth of July, reflecting his internal unease. His mouth was opening and closing but nothing was coming out.
“If that’s all we should get back to attempting to find Voldermort.” Dumbledore said ignoring Fudge~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Scoobies and Fang Gang had gathered in the Council’s meeting room. Willow was almost completely back to normal, slightly shaky from her ordeal but back in control, having only caused some small fireworks accidentally when she had regained full consciousness… nothing too bad considering she had relived all her worst memories just an hour or so before.
“So ‘The Ministry’ are a bunch of know-it-all jerks?” Buffy asked recapping what Willow and Spike had explained.
“Yes.” Both the Red-head and the formerly chipped vampire answered,
“And the Dumbledore guy wanted our help?” Xander asked. “Against a rouge wizard, when they wouldn’t even help save the world?”
“Correct Whelp.” Spike said lighting up a cigarette.
“Then why are we even considering helping them?” Faith asked.
Giles tapped his fingers against the arm of his chair. “Some of the rumors have said this Voldermort has attempted an ascendance to Demonhood.” Giles said choosing his words carefully. “If ‘The Ministry’ and their army can not handle him and their war spreads outside their secret society, then we will get involved, but until that point, we have too many other things to worry about.”