Day 21 - The Chosen Ones
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grundyscribblingTitle: The Chosen Ones
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: HP
Disclaimer: Playing with other people's toys. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Buffy Summers and Harry Potter meet. (Willow isn't sure if this is great or terrible.)
Word Count: 450
Note: Sorry, short. Really just want to read and vegetate tonight. But there are many ideas that might get written tomorrow if I can get a decent night's sleep. (Will probably expand on this later before posting it anywhere else.)
Willow internally heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Buffy coming through the door.
It had been hard to say who had been more disturbed by the idea she and Auror Weasley might be related, her or him. He at least had the option to step out. She, as the person allegedly not identifying themselves correctly (a big no-no in the wand-users community, apparently) did not get that privilege.
It was scant consolation that Auror Potter looked just as uncomfortable about the situation as his partner.
Buffy being there meant more than just moral support. It meant another person who could wield magic (albeit in a very instinctual, less controlled way), not to mention a person who might well just decide they’d had enough of wands and snatch them. The moral support was also very welcome.
“Will? What’s the what?”
Auror Potter managed to look if anything even more embarrassed to be technically guarding her while waiting for one of his superiors to show up.
“The bank thinks I’m not who I say I am,” Willow sighed. “They’re convinced I’m a Weasley.”
“The other magic cop’s family,” Buffy nodded, showing a suprising grasp of the situation that made Willow wonder what exactly was going on outside. “There’s a lot of red hair and tempers out there. Apparently your maybe-dad ran into Giles in his Ripper days.”
Willow’s eyes widened. That was a wrinkle they really didn’t need. On top of…
“He’s not my dad,” Willow said. “He can’t be. I was born in California. Birth certificate and everything.”
Her parents might not be winning awards for their actual parenting (though her mother's books were apparently amazing) but they had been organized and made sure she knew where all her paperwork was. They’d probably been more disturbed she hadn’t gotten it before evacuating Sunnydale than by the fact that she’d very nearly gone down with the town.
“If the goblins said it, they’re unlikely to be wrong,” Auror Potter spoke up. “They really tightened security the past few years.”
Buffy perked up at that.
“Why?” she wanted to know.
“Um, Ron and I and our friend Hermione may have sort of broken in to steal something from a vault and gotten away with it?” he said, looking like he regretted bringing it up.
“And you still get to be a magic cop after that?” Buffy asked in surprise.
“There were circumstances,” Potter replied.
“Fair,” Buffy shrugged.
Now it was Potter’s turn to be curious.
“You took that surprisingly well…”
“We blew up our high school senior year,” Buffy informed him with a grin. “There were circumstances.”
Potter didn’t edge for the door, but Willow suspected he was thinking about it.
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: HP
Disclaimer: Playing with other people's toys. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Buffy Summers and Harry Potter meet. (Willow isn't sure if this is great or terrible.)
Word Count: 450
Note: Sorry, short. Really just want to read and vegetate tonight. But there are many ideas that might get written tomorrow if I can get a decent night's sleep. (Will probably expand on this later before posting it anywhere else.)
Willow internally heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Buffy coming through the door.
It had been hard to say who had been more disturbed by the idea she and Auror Weasley might be related, her or him. He at least had the option to step out. She, as the person allegedly not identifying themselves correctly (a big no-no in the wand-users community, apparently) did not get that privilege.
It was scant consolation that Auror Potter looked just as uncomfortable about the situation as his partner.
Buffy being there meant more than just moral support. It meant another person who could wield magic (albeit in a very instinctual, less controlled way), not to mention a person who might well just decide they’d had enough of wands and snatch them. The moral support was also very welcome.
“Will? What’s the what?”
Auror Potter managed to look if anything even more embarrassed to be technically guarding her while waiting for one of his superiors to show up.
“The bank thinks I’m not who I say I am,” Willow sighed. “They’re convinced I’m a Weasley.”
“The other magic cop’s family,” Buffy nodded, showing a suprising grasp of the situation that made Willow wonder what exactly was going on outside. “There’s a lot of red hair and tempers out there. Apparently your maybe-dad ran into Giles in his Ripper days.”
Willow’s eyes widened. That was a wrinkle they really didn’t need. On top of…
“He’s not my dad,” Willow said. “He can’t be. I was born in California. Birth certificate and everything.”
Her parents might not be winning awards for their actual parenting (though her mother's books were apparently amazing) but they had been organized and made sure she knew where all her paperwork was. They’d probably been more disturbed she hadn’t gotten it before evacuating Sunnydale than by the fact that she’d very nearly gone down with the town.
“If the goblins said it, they’re unlikely to be wrong,” Auror Potter spoke up. “They really tightened security the past few years.”
Buffy perked up at that.
“Why?” she wanted to know.
“Um, Ron and I and our friend Hermione may have sort of broken in to steal something from a vault and gotten away with it?” he said, looking like he regretted bringing it up.
“And you still get to be a magic cop after that?” Buffy asked in surprise.
“There were circumstances,” Potter replied.
“Fair,” Buffy shrugged.
Now it was Potter’s turn to be curious.
“You took that surprisingly well…”
“We blew up our high school senior year,” Buffy informed him with a grin. “There were circumstances.”
Potter didn’t edge for the door, but Willow suspected he was thinking about it.
