Summary: Buffy encounters an unexpected foe, and receives even more
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or worlds: they belong to
Rating: PG, for themes.
Time Frame: Several months after "Chosen": an indeterminate amount of
time after "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire." (spoilers)
Buffy was irritated. It was supposed to be a nice, quiet trip to England
with Giles and Willow--who were in the process of picking up the pieces
left over after the annihilation of the Council of Watchers--and she had
decided to make a quick patrol of one of the more notorious cemeteries in
London for old times sake. Naturally, she hadn't bothered to tell Giles or
Willow about the impulsive action; after the Hellmouth, how dangerous could
one little cemetery be?
* Yeah, right * The sardonic thought flashed through Buffy's mind as she
did a lightning fast backflip to evade the blast from the wand of the
small, cloaked figure standing fifty feet away from her. It had been a
stroke of luck that she had been looking in the right direction when the
creature attacked, blasting a tombstone to flinders as Buffy dodged out of
the way of the red bolt of power. The attacker kept at it, and Buffy found
that the terrain wasn't helping her: it was too open to allow her to charge
her foe without being zapped, and the lack of substantial cover meant that
fleeing wasn't really an option either. She had been carrying a stake, and
at one point she had flung it at the dark figure with deadly accuracy--only
to see it vaporized by a blue discharge from the wand. Her stamina was as
good as it ever had been, but Buffy knew that even she couldn't keep this
up forever. She decided on a new tactic.
Buffy halted, then sprinted towards a particularly dense group of
monuments. The figure followed, still blasting away, but halted when Buffy
reached the monuments--only to see her turn and call out, "Hey, what do you
have against hard working Slayers, anyway? Did I stake one of your
girlfriends back in the States?"
The figure laughed loudly, and shouted, "You poor fool--you have no idea
who I am. No matter. Suffice it to say that your body is worth a great deal
to my master--in pieces. Don't take it personally; in fact, you should be
honored." Buffy tensed as her foe raised his wand, his eyes glinting in the
darkness as he concluded, "Know that you will be instrumental in the
ascension to power of my Lord Vol-"
Buffy was startled to hear the shout from the shadows, and even more
startled to see a flash of scarlet light that struck her foe, causing him
to gasp and drop his wand. He seemed to recover quickly, but by then Buffy
had burst forward--covering one hundred feet in two seconds flat--and
delivered a spinning kick to the cloaked figure's head. He flew back twenty
feet from the force of the blow, and lay unmoving where he landed.
Buffy glanced back to make sure the deadly wand was still on the ground,
then ran over to her fallen enemy. She looked down and saw a middle-aged
man with thinning blond hair: his right hand--which had held the deadly
wand--shone silver in the light of the full moon. Buffy frowned, and was
about to investigate further when she saw motion and whirled. She saw a
robed figure, and a glint of moonlight reflecting off of red hair. She
sighed in relief and called out, "You really saved my ass that time, Will--
" The figure stepped forward, and Buffy blinked in surprise--her savior was
not Willow, or a woman for that matter.
Buffy saw a young man--fifteen or so--with short red hair, plentiful
freckles, and an open, honest face. He carried a wand in his right hand,
and Buffy noticed that the hand was shaking, and that his face was pale.
She smiled reassuringly at him and commented, "Well, mistaken identity or
not, you did just save my ass. I'm Buffy Summers--"
"I know who you are, Miss Summers. Rupert Giles is a family friend, and he
asked me to find you--good thing I had my wand, and that I'll have a
legitimate excuse for using it away from Hogwarts." The young man stepped
forward, put away his wand, and extended his hand. "Ron Weasley--it's an
honor to meet a Slayer, particularly one as renowned as yourself, Miss
Buffy resisted the temptation to make a joke about the long and tedious
"nowning" process, and shook Ron's hand firmly before turning back and
looking at the fallen figure on the grass. "I kicked that guy hard, but
he's dangerous--we should make sure he's secured."
Ron nodded, pulled out his wand, and pointed it while uttering a complex
phrase that Buffy didn't recognize. The figure on the ground brightened,
then glowed dully. Ron put away his wand and commented, "I've never done
that one before in earnest, but it should hold him until we can turn him
over to the authorities. They'll have some fully trained wizards who will
know how to deal with the likes of him."
Buffy nodded--though intensely curious about who "the authorities" were--
and jogged over to pick up the wand lying abandoned on the ground. She
walked back to Ron and looked down at her unconscious foe, shaking her head
in dismay as she picked him up in a fireman's carry and looked back at Ron.
"That guy was bad news--who is he, anyway?"
Ron frowned, and Buffy thought she saw a touch of bitterness in his eyes as
he replied in a matter-of-fact tone:
"He's my pet rat, Miss Summers."
Ron turned and walked away without further comment, leading the way back to
the cemetery entrance. Buffy stared at him for a moment, then shook her
head again and followed, promising herself that Giles would give her a
thorough explanation of all of this before the situation was resolved.
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