Day 19 - The Cavalry
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grundyscribblingTitle: The Cavalry
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Playing with other people's toys. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Both sides have called for reinforcements...
Word Count: 1160
Note: I really hope tomorrow is a better, or at least shorter, day.
Bill Weasley knew it was bending the rules surrounding the privacy of their customers. But under the circumstances, he was fairly sure Gringotts would cut him a little slack. He brought in enough gold, after all.
“Come to the bank as quick as you can,” was the Patronus message he had passed to his parents.
Willow Rosenberg might not be his missing sister, but she somehow he doubted that would be the case. She was a dead ringer for Ginny. And of course it would have to be Ron and Harry who turned up to sort it out. What his youngest brother was thinking right now…
Maybe he’d better hope Willow didn’t have the same temper Gin did.
He only had to wait a few minutes in the lobby before he saw his parents, Mum in the lead.
“William,” she breathed. “You had me worried.”
“No need to worry, Mum,” he assured her. “Actually, I’m hoping it’s the opposite.”
His father raised an eyebrow.
“The bank alerted the Aurors half an hour ago that they had identified a girl calling herself Willow Rosenberg as a Weasley.”
His mother gasped.
“Oh, Arthur! Do you think…after all these years?”
His father embraced her.
“Only one way to find out, Molly,” he said gently. “I assume we can’t just go barging in, not if the Aurors are involved.”
“It’s Ron and Harry,” Bill said quietly.
That was when the door burst open to reveal a man his father’s age and a short blonde who looked to be Ginny’s age dressed to kill. Bill wasn’t as up on fashion as Fleur, but he was willing to be her outfit was at least half a week’s salary – and he was paid fairly well.
The blonde started in the direction of the nearest goblin, whose jaw dropped.
“Where is she?”
“If you’ll follow me, Miss Summers,” Griphook said, in a tone Bill rarely heard from him, at least not directed at any witch or wizard. It was one of utter respect.
The girl and the man fell in behind the goblin, and Bill hoped it wouldn’t be obvious that he and his parents were doing the same. Unfortunately, it quickly became clear they were all headed for the same destination – one of the rooms normally for bank customers to discuss business matters where Willow was closeted with Harry and Ron.
Griphook indicated the door with a bow, and the girl nodded her thanks. Griphook, however, clearly didn’t want to tangle with Aurors over bending protocol – he retreated to the main lobby with alacrity.
Ron was standing guard.
“Sorry, miss, you can’t go in there just now,” he began politely.
Bill wasn’t sure just what Miss Summers reaction was, as she was facing away from him, but it had his brother reaching for his wand.
“The door is sealed right now, we’re waiting for – Mum! Dad!”
Ron looked relieved to see them.
“Excuse me, you’re still blocking the door!”
Ron looked completely out of his element. Normally he left dealing with girls like this to Hermione. Bill knew better than to laugh, though.
“Buffy,” said the unknown man in an almost bored tone.
“Willow’s on her own in there, Giles,” Buffy Summers said flatly.
Bill’s father did a double take, evidently recognizing Mr. Giles.
“And just what is your interest in all this?” Dad asked coldly.
Buffy Summers turned, and took in the other three Weasleys behind her. Looking from Dad to Mr. Giles, who wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Dad, she rolled her eyes.
“Is this a tweed thing or a Ripper thing, Giles?” she asked. “And can you sort it out while I go handle whatever’s going on in there?”
“You can’t…” Ron began.
“A Ripper thing,” Mr. Giles sighed. “Go on, Buffy. I’ll be fine.”
“She can’t,” Ron tried repeating, but Buffy sidestepped him and closed the door – which should have been sealed, suggesting Griphook’s connivance – firmly behind her.
“Still waiting, Ripper,” Dad said, his tone no warmer than before. It didn’t seem to faze Mr. Giles in the least.
“One of the children I serve as unofficial parent to notified us via magical means that she was being detained in what the bank claimed was a case of false identity.”
Bill had rarely seen such suppressed fury from his father.
“Was it your nasty little gang who took her?” Dad demanded angrily. “We always thought it was Death Eaters, but I suppose a spot of kidnapping would have been your sort of fun as well.”
Ron looked utterly bewildered, and Bill didn’t blame him at all for looking for help.
“Took who?” Mr. Giles asked, apparently calm but curious.
“Our daughter,” Mum said. She was frosty, but she hadn’t gone for her wand yet.
“I can’t say I follow,” Mr. Giles frowned. “My set may have been reckless fools in many ways, but I can assure you we never involved children in any of our doings. Our fun was adults-only, though I suppose the term was debatable applied to us.”
“What’s going on here, Arthur?”
Bill wasn’t the only one relieved to see a senior Auror turn up. Otto Proudfoot had both the seniority and the good nature needed for a situation like this.
“That’s just what I was asking Mr. Giles,” Dad growled.
“Ripper Giles? You have some cheek turning up here,” Proudfoot said sternly. “I seem to remember you were told if you were found in Knockturn Alley again…”
“Not only is this very clearly not Knockturn Alley, I have every reason to be here. A witch employed by the Council is being questioned by Aurors. She requested backup.”
“Things must be pretty dire for the Council if you’re the backup,” Proudfoot sniffed.
“Oh, I’m just here to make sure the senior Slayer doesn’t do too much damage,” Mr. Giles smiled. “She’s rather touchy about the safety of her nearest and dearest. When she heard magical law enforcement were detaining her best friend…”
“Sorry, did you say Slayer,” Mum asked in astonishment.
“That girl’s a Vampire Slayer?” Ron spluttered.
Mr. Giles nodded.
“Provided the current circumstances can be resolved amicably, I imagine you’ll be seeing more of her,” he said. “She’s quite fond of shopping, and once she’s no longer preoccupied, will no doubt be eager to investigate magical fashion. The Council accountants may be put out with me when they discover I’m indirectly to blame for all this, as I asked Willow to pick up several things for me.”
Bill almost laughed at Mr. Giles’ resigned tone. Except for one thing. Hanging around a Slayer wasn’t exactly safe. It was the last place he wanted his little sister. Sisters. Because he didn’t imagine Gin would be far behind if Ron had done something similar to what he had.
“Rupert,” his mother said firmly. “Your Willow may be our Vivian.”
Rupert Giles couldn’t have been more surprised if Mum had casually announced her engagement to a hippogriff.
“Say again?”
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Playing with other people's toys. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Both sides have called for reinforcements...
Word Count: 1160
Note: I really hope tomorrow is a better, or at least shorter, day.
Bill Weasley knew it was bending the rules surrounding the privacy of their customers. But under the circumstances, he was fairly sure Gringotts would cut him a little slack. He brought in enough gold, after all.
“Come to the bank as quick as you can,” was the Patronus message he had passed to his parents.
Willow Rosenberg might not be his missing sister, but she somehow he doubted that would be the case. She was a dead ringer for Ginny. And of course it would have to be Ron and Harry who turned up to sort it out. What his youngest brother was thinking right now…
Maybe he’d better hope Willow didn’t have the same temper Gin did.
He only had to wait a few minutes in the lobby before he saw his parents, Mum in the lead.
“William,” she breathed. “You had me worried.”
“No need to worry, Mum,” he assured her. “Actually, I’m hoping it’s the opposite.”
His father raised an eyebrow.
“The bank alerted the Aurors half an hour ago that they had identified a girl calling herself Willow Rosenberg as a Weasley.”
His mother gasped.
“Oh, Arthur! Do you think…after all these years?”
His father embraced her.
“Only one way to find out, Molly,” he said gently. “I assume we can’t just go barging in, not if the Aurors are involved.”
“It’s Ron and Harry,” Bill said quietly.
That was when the door burst open to reveal a man his father’s age and a short blonde who looked to be Ginny’s age dressed to kill. Bill wasn’t as up on fashion as Fleur, but he was willing to be her outfit was at least half a week’s salary – and he was paid fairly well.
The blonde started in the direction of the nearest goblin, whose jaw dropped.
“Where is she?”
“If you’ll follow me, Miss Summers,” Griphook said, in a tone Bill rarely heard from him, at least not directed at any witch or wizard. It was one of utter respect.
The girl and the man fell in behind the goblin, and Bill hoped it wouldn’t be obvious that he and his parents were doing the same. Unfortunately, it quickly became clear they were all headed for the same destination – one of the rooms normally for bank customers to discuss business matters where Willow was closeted with Harry and Ron.
Griphook indicated the door with a bow, and the girl nodded her thanks. Griphook, however, clearly didn’t want to tangle with Aurors over bending protocol – he retreated to the main lobby with alacrity.
Ron was standing guard.
“Sorry, miss, you can’t go in there just now,” he began politely.
Bill wasn’t sure just what Miss Summers reaction was, as she was facing away from him, but it had his brother reaching for his wand.
“The door is sealed right now, we’re waiting for – Mum! Dad!”
Ron looked relieved to see them.
“Excuse me, you’re still blocking the door!”
Ron looked completely out of his element. Normally he left dealing with girls like this to Hermione. Bill knew better than to laugh, though.
“Buffy,” said the unknown man in an almost bored tone.
“Willow’s on her own in there, Giles,” Buffy Summers said flatly.
Bill’s father did a double take, evidently recognizing Mr. Giles.
“And just what is your interest in all this?” Dad asked coldly.
Buffy Summers turned, and took in the other three Weasleys behind her. Looking from Dad to Mr. Giles, who wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Dad, she rolled her eyes.
“Is this a tweed thing or a Ripper thing, Giles?” she asked. “And can you sort it out while I go handle whatever’s going on in there?”
“You can’t…” Ron began.
“A Ripper thing,” Mr. Giles sighed. “Go on, Buffy. I’ll be fine.”
“She can’t,” Ron tried repeating, but Buffy sidestepped him and closed the door – which should have been sealed, suggesting Griphook’s connivance – firmly behind her.
“Still waiting, Ripper,” Dad said, his tone no warmer than before. It didn’t seem to faze Mr. Giles in the least.
“One of the children I serve as unofficial parent to notified us via magical means that she was being detained in what the bank claimed was a case of false identity.”
Bill had rarely seen such suppressed fury from his father.
“Was it your nasty little gang who took her?” Dad demanded angrily. “We always thought it was Death Eaters, but I suppose a spot of kidnapping would have been your sort of fun as well.”
Ron looked utterly bewildered, and Bill didn’t blame him at all for looking for help.
“Took who?” Mr. Giles asked, apparently calm but curious.
“Our daughter,” Mum said. She was frosty, but she hadn’t gone for her wand yet.
“I can’t say I follow,” Mr. Giles frowned. “My set may have been reckless fools in many ways, but I can assure you we never involved children in any of our doings. Our fun was adults-only, though I suppose the term was debatable applied to us.”
“What’s going on here, Arthur?”
Bill wasn’t the only one relieved to see a senior Auror turn up. Otto Proudfoot had both the seniority and the good nature needed for a situation like this.
“That’s just what I was asking Mr. Giles,” Dad growled.
“Ripper Giles? You have some cheek turning up here,” Proudfoot said sternly. “I seem to remember you were told if you were found in Knockturn Alley again…”
“Not only is this very clearly not Knockturn Alley, I have every reason to be here. A witch employed by the Council is being questioned by Aurors. She requested backup.”
“Things must be pretty dire for the Council if you’re the backup,” Proudfoot sniffed.
“Oh, I’m just here to make sure the senior Slayer doesn’t do too much damage,” Mr. Giles smiled. “She’s rather touchy about the safety of her nearest and dearest. When she heard magical law enforcement were detaining her best friend…”
“Sorry, did you say Slayer,” Mum asked in astonishment.
“That girl’s a Vampire Slayer?” Ron spluttered.
Mr. Giles nodded.
“Provided the current circumstances can be resolved amicably, I imagine you’ll be seeing more of her,” he said. “She’s quite fond of shopping, and once she’s no longer preoccupied, will no doubt be eager to investigate magical fashion. The Council accountants may be put out with me when they discover I’m indirectly to blame for all this, as I asked Willow to pick up several things for me.”
Bill almost laughed at Mr. Giles’ resigned tone. Except for one thing. Hanging around a Slayer wasn’t exactly safe. It was the last place he wanted his little sister. Sisters. Because he didn’t imagine Gin would be far behind if Ron had done something similar to what he had.
“Rupert,” his mother said firmly. “Your Willow may be our Vivian.”
Rupert Giles couldn’t have been more surprised if Mum had casually announced her engagement to a hippogriff.
“Say again?”
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Date: 2024-08-21 01:49 am (UTC)Oooh yeah, there is definitely some back story there! Both Molly and Arthur seem to be very familiar with Rupert Giles and I hope the muse for this continues to whisper into your ear, my curiosity is well and truly piqued! As much as I love your DoC ‘verse stories, one cannot live by the best dark chocolate alone, there are other brain candy treats to be had! ;) Thank you for providing this one.
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Date: 2024-08-25 02:17 am (UTC)There may be more of this eventually, but I'm not sure it will be in the next week. Now that I've gotten a decent night's sleep, I'm trying to get Anariel to a place to meet another relative or two...