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Different War, Same Army

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Summary: During the battle of Sunnydale, Buffy's past returns to her, to her dissapointment, but to the happiness and confusion of everyone else.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredTechnocraticSithLordFR1399,1320912,99431 Jul 056 Aug 06No

Wands and Keys

Disclaimer: Do I own HP? Do I own B:tVS? Oh no, not me!

A/N: I am so very sorry it has been this long in getting out an update. I already have the next chapter planned, but I am failing in the writing of it.

By the way, chapters should start getting longer soon, I promise!


And off we go!


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Three weeks! It had been three weeks since the group had gotten to London, but still there had been no contact with the wizarding world other than Buffy checking to make sure the Leaky Cauldron was where she remembered it.

Drake had supplied the group with lots of money, both English and Wizarding (with Anya fawning over the gold).The next morning, they had found a note saying that Buffy should get a new wand soon, that this world was not free of vampires and demons, and that Drake had to do business elsewhere, involving ‘a big black stone circle with lots of pictures.’

Today, however, Willow, Dawn, and Buffy were going to Diagon Alley. Originally, only Willow and Buffy would go, but Dawn had pestered them in to letting her come. Buffy had taken the entire sack of money, and had hailed a taxi.

The ride there had gone quickly, with no one speaking. In fact, the entire ride might have been silent had Dawn not been squealing with excitement. When they arrived, Buffy had paid, and the group had waited until the taxi had driven off before moving into the shabby pub.

When they entered, the first thing they noticed was that it was almost empty. It was musty, and looked like it had been a while since it had seen a good cleaning. The smell of mildew and smoke filled the air.

Buffy whispered to Willow and Dawn. “Looks a lot worse than when I was last here.”

She lead the group through the pub, nodding to Tom, the barkeeper who watched her quizzically. They went out behind the pub, where Buffy pointed out a brick. Willow sent out a tiny pulse of magic, effectively giving the brick a tap, and watched.

Even as she had been prepared, it was still something to see a brick wall open into a doorway. She gasped as she stepped through into Diagon Alley. It was amazing! Stone and wood buildings stood everywhere and, seemingly, anywhere. Many jutted out over the cobblestone streets, and looked as if they could and would fall away at any moment.

Buffy quickly lead the group down a side-street, away from the main area. She turned to her two companions.

“Ollivander’s is down that way,” She said as she pointed down a pathway “I need to go there. You can do what you want, but don’t draw attention to yourself.”

Then, as an afterthought she added, pointing “The Library is over there, should you want to go explore. Here” She transferred about twenty galleons into Willow’s hands.

“Ooh! Money!” Dawn tried to mimic Anya’s voice, but didn’t really succeed. She did however, succeed in getting a smile out of the two older women.

“We’ll meet back here in an hour, okay?”

“Sure Buff. Come on Dawnie. Let’s go see the books.” And with that, Willow and Dawn walked off towards Flourish and Blotts.


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Three-quarters of an hour later, Buffy was standing in Ollivander's’s, and had gone through nearly all the wands.

“Interesting... Interesting... You are definitely my hardest customer ever...”

He handed Buffy another wand, but before she could give it a wave, the door creaked open and Willow and Dawn walked in.

“Hey Buff, what’s takin’ so...” Dawn was interrupted as Mr. Ollivander leaped forward, wand out, towards her.

“What are you?” He demanded.

“Uhmm..uh..D-d-dawn S-summers...” Dawn managed to stutter.

“Not who are you; WHAT are you?”

“I-I don’t kn-know w-what you mean.”

“There’s something about you... Your aura. It isn’t normal. It’s tinged with green... What is it?”

“Um... Ohh!” Understanding hit her. “You mean the Key!”

“The Key?” There was a look of confusion on his face, which was quickly replaced by horror and surprise. “The Key, the dimension Key? Impossible! It is immaterial!”

“Uh, no. See, these monks made the key, that is, me, into a human when a hell goddess wanted to use it.” Dawn said, falteringly.

“Preposterous! To even think...” Mr. Ollivander paused. “But I see it is... Astounding!”

After looking at Dawn for a minute, he turned back to Buffy, and seemed to look upon her in a new light. Then he squinted, as if looking beyond Buffy.

“Hermione Granger.” He said, very sure of it.

Buffy was stunned. “How? What? Huh? How did you know?”

“Your soul. I should have recognized you immediately. A disguise may have tricked others, but I have been seeing people as they truly were long since long before your grandparents were born.” Mr Ollivander paused. “Hmm... You already had a wand. But... maybe! I think I have just the wand for you! Come with me.”

He moved back into the back of the musty store, and summoned a wand from on top of a high shelf. He handed it gently to Buffy.

“Try this...”

Buffy took the wand, and felt the feeling of belonging she had experienced so long before.

She gave it a flick, and huge golden lights shot out from the wand, twisting along a center axis. They passed out through the back wall, leaving no mark that they had ever been there.

“Splendid! That is definitely your wand!” Mr. Ollivander walked back to the front of the store, and Buffy followed.

“So, how much do I owe you?”

“For that wand, no, I could not accept payment! I have had it for years. It has been in the possession of my family for centuries! It deserves an owner. I won’t charge you for it. If not for you, that wand would probably have been the only one I couldn’t sell.”

“Really? Thanks!”

“You are truly welcome my dear.” He addressed the whole group “Take care of yourselves. Each of you have great potential. And now, I take my leave.” And with that, he retreated into the back rooms.


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A/N: Again, I’m so sorry it has been so long. I must say that I have no idea when the next update will be...
Cheers

-TSL210

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You have reached the end of "Different War, Same Army" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 6 Aug 06.

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