Disclaimer: I’m just borrowing the characters, though I wish I could have Spike!
Note: Sorry for not updating sooner, but my evil muse forced to write this [I re-read the 5th HP book, for the 6th time] so sorry! You can console yourselves with this one, [yeah right] lol. Also I don’t have long explanations about Harry Potter because even if you don’t know [you should read the books anyway!] I don’t want to bore the people who have read them. Also please, please review! It makes me so happy!
Still kissing passionately, the couple didn’t notice the old newspaper both had stepped on.
Colors swirled and twisted until they noticed the dark alley had been replaced with a room with a long table, scrolls strewn across it, the people around the table turned and stared at the pair.
Looking back at her was Xander, Willow, Kennedy, Dawn, Giles, and several odd looking people wearing robes.
You would think that being the slayer Buffy wouldn’t get shocked when strange things happen [as they always did] unfortunately that wasn’t the case.
“W-What is going on?” Buffy asked to the man at the end of the table, his long silvery hair and half moon eyeglasses gave him an aura of wisdom and authority.
“Buffy Summers I presume,” The man stated wispily motioning to her then Spike, “and William,” Hands clasped together they just nodded.
“Excellent, I see the portkey worked well” the man asked without waiting for an answer. His long thin fingers touching each other as he leaned across the table.
“I’m Albus Dumbledore, your friends,” he waved a hand casually at her friends who were staring at the pair, “and they,” pointing towards the robed group of wise looking men and women, “along with myself are The Order of the Phoenix.”
“The what?” Buffy and Spike asked in union.
“The Order is a society of witches and wizards who fight against Lord Voldemort.” The whole room shuddered at the name, as if a window had flown open, having icy wind envelope them.
“Lord who?” Buffy asked, not one for tact at the moment.
“Voldemort is the most evil wizard on the earth,” Willow spoke, her red hair looking even fierier against her paled skin.
“I’ll explain, it’s quite a long story so why don’t you sit,” With a flick of [what looked like] his wand a squashy loveseat appeared, Willow gave Buffy a look of reassurance so she and Spike sat down.
Dumbledore explained to Spike and Buffy, the evil Voldemort caused, the wizarding world, and most important, Harry Potter.
Her friends had grave looks on their faces, they had heard all this before Buffy and Spike had come, but the second time was worse.
“Voldemort has been recruiting evil creatures of all kind to fight against us, including vampires. Buffy, you’re one of the most amazing fighters in the world, along with Spike. With your help and knowledge of demons we stand a much better chance against him. Especially since the powers that be granted you the power of telekinesis,” Dumbledore concluded flippantly.
“I’m a what!” Buffy stammered all this new information was so sudden and scary.
“You can move things with your mind try and float this quill,” He decreed motioning towards the quill on the great oak table.
“I don’t know if I can,” Buffy replied overwhelmed with the thought of having that kind of power.
Across the room Buffy heard an acidic snicker, looking over her eyes rested on a wizard Dumbledore told her was ‘Severus Snape.’ His greasy black hair was about as pleasant as the superior gleam in his cold hard eyes.
Immediate dislike for Snape initiated in Buffy’s mind, her anger for him involuntary not only floated the quill, but caused it zooming over the table striking the dungeon like wall barely a hairs length away from Snape’s large nose.
“Oh I’m sorry I almost hit you, I guess I need to practice more,” Buffy said, her voice pure sarcasm as Snape glared at her sourly.
Dumbledore sighed inwardly, “Another enemy Snape has made,” he thought looking warningly at the black haired wizard as he continued to shoot looks of venom at Buffy.
“Wonderful Buffy! I do hope you and Spike will join the order and even perhaps teach at Hogwarts.”
Snape sulked at the thought of that Buffy girl teaching at Hogwarts; although he didn’t consciously acknowledge it Snape didn’t like Buffy because she reminded him of Lilly Potter.
“Of course we’ll join the order,” Buffy replied Spike smiled at Buffy’s using ‘we’ instead of ‘I’.
“Teaching I’m not so sure about, I mean Willow’s the witch I can only turn off the T.V without getting up,” she continued.
“What I had in mind was you and Willow teaching defense against the dark arts,” Willow and Buff’s eyes lit up while Snape’s lip curled disdainfully.
“Xander I also thought maybe you’d be interested in being Hagrid’s assistant, [he’s the care of magical creatures teacher],” Xander looked eager at the proposition though camping for a life seemed a little too much like happy Christmas memories.
“Spike have you ever heard of Quidditch?”
“Bloody well I have! I played Quidditch at the first World cup!”
“Well then you wouldn’t object to teaching it,” Dumbledore replied simply as Spike’s jaw dropped.
“I doubt you have any classes at night,” Spike asked dryly.
“Professor Snape, surely you could make a potion to fix that unfortunate skin condition of Spike’s,” Dumbledore said matter-of-factly.
“Yes I might be able to arrange that professor,” Snape mumbled, he had hated Lupin, and this man seemed just as arrogant as James Potter had been.
“So do you two accept?” Dumbledore asked his voice light and feathery.
Buffy and Spike looked uneasily at the other one, like if they did it the other would hate them for it.
“What about Dawn?” Buffy asked.
“I’m going back to Rome to finish college, but I’ll see you on holidays.” Dawn explained, desperate for Buffy to help Dumbledore with, conveniently Spike.
Slowly Buffy spoke up, “Of course Dumbledore, I’d love that, Spike?” Nodding Spike looked at Buffy with a sort of happy confusion, since that look was rare it was amusing to Buffy who gave him a small smile, a crumb of hope.
“I’m sure all of you,” Dumbledore motioned to the former scoobies gang, “Would like to catch up, meeting dismissed.
They responded by getting up and bolting for the door when they opened it they found Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny holding what looked like flesh colored string to the crack of the door.
“Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron and Ginny Weasley, I’m Buffy Summers one of your new defense against the dark arts teacher.” Buffy regarded the teenagers with as much respect as she could, since all of their faces were aflame with mortification.
The group of teens looked surprised and embarrassed at the same time.
“Hello Professor Summers,” They chimed simultaneously.
“Professor Summers? Oh god, are they going to all call me that? I feel so old!” She wailed at the thought of the rest of her life being called “Professor”.
“Note to self,” Buffy thought to herself, “Don’t let being in England turn me into Giles," just the thought made her shudder as she imagined herself cleaning her own pair of glasses.
“What do want us to call you?” Hermione asked tentatively, Buffy was legendary for her skills, Hermione looked up to her.
“Buffy. No professor, just Buffy.”
“Okay!” Hermione replied a little overeagerly.
Sitting down in the dining room’s table, [shining from the new polish from Lockhart’s home remedies], and Buffy turned to the group across from her who seemed extremely uncomfortable and spoke, breaking the awkward silence that surrounded them.
“So,” she began meeting Harry’s green eyes with her own, “Tell me about Hogwarts.”
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