Title: Wish 9
Fandom: Buffy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter
He had never much liked reading, but Dawn had gotten him the books and she had saved his life and all so...
He had been surprised by how much he had enjoyed the series. They really sucked him in and he found himself wondering what it would be like if he was a wizard.
"I wish I was in the Harry Potter world," he said.
," a weird voice seemed to vibrate around him. Then everything went dark.
He didn't know how long he was trapped in the darkness before the lid to his prison was lifted off. But even then he still couldn't see very good, just shadows of shapes moving around him.
"And what do we have here?" a cold sounding voice asked.
"I bought it from a merchant. It's supposed to be a magic hat," a deep voice said.
"It looks incredibly dull," a woman said.
He felt himself being lifted from his prison, the air moving all around him, then he was settled on a hard surface.
"If it's supposed to be magic, then what does it do?" the cold voice asked.
"I do not know. I will have to run tests on it," the deep voice said.
"Please! Help me!" he cried. "My name is Carlos and I don't know where I am!"
"A hat that talks and thinks its name is Carlos," the female voice said, then laughed, a tinkling sound that seemed to drive straight down into a person's soul. "Now that is a funny trick."
"No, my name really is Carlos," he said. "I'm sixteen years old and I'm from Sunnydale, California. I don't know what happened to me. Where am I?"
"Sunnydale of California?" the deep voice said. "What strange names. I am sorry, dear hat, but I have never heard of such a place. You are in our castle now, what is soon to be a school."
"Hat? I'm not a hat," Carlos cried. "I'm a boy."
"A hat that thinks its a boy and has a name, truly amusing," the cold voice said. "Come Godric, leave the curiosity for later. We have much planning to do if we are to open the school on time."
"Wait! Call... call Dawn's sister Buffy, she knows about this kind of stuff. She can help me. Please!" But he knew it was already too late. In his muffled state he could vaguely hear the sounds of footsteps moving off and there were no more shadowy shapes moving around him. He was alone.
Slumped on a chair in what was to be the Great Hall, the hat that thought it was a boy began to weep.