Author's Note: Boredom hits in a free period... Okay, so I should be doing homework. Suggestions are not only welcomed, they are actively encouraged.
A not-so-vague Disclaimer: I don't own either canon (obviously)

Buffy jumped when a flash of light lit up the cemetery. She ran towards the source and was met by a man holding a stick out at her.

"How did you bring me here?" He asked, looking her up and down. She frowned.

"Me? I didn't do anything." The man shot her a dark look and bought the stick up so it was level with her head. She bought out a stake.

"Are you going to put that thing down or am I going to get to play 'hit the internal organs'?" She asked in her most menacing voice. This, as she was small and blonde, didn't sound all that menacing. He looked her up and down before putting the stick in his pocket. She smiled but didn't put away the stake.

"So, what were you trying to raise?"

"Raise? I wasn't trying to raise anything." The man looked confused. After noting how thin he was she put the stake away, knowing that if he decided to attack her she could at least get away.

"So you just made the light thing and decided to threaten anyone who came along with a stick?"

"It's not a stick it's a…" He stopped, frowning. "You're not a muggle, are you?" She asked.

"A muggle… What, like in Harry Potter?" She asked, remembering one of Dawn's long explanations about the popular book series.

"How do you know Harry?"

"Given that he's a fictional character, not very well." She said slowly, concluding that the man was at least delusional if not fully insane.

"A fictional character?"

"Y'know, he's a character in those books… the ones about the wizards." Her eyes
widened as she realized something. "That stick thing, it's not a wand, is it?"

"Of course it is. What, did you think I'd come here to kill vampires?"

"Well, as that's my job, not really. I just thought you were a run of the mill crazy with a stick."

"I'm not…" He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I'm not crazy, and Harry Potter isn't a fictional character."

"Okay… and I'm guessing you're a wizard." She had heard of people role-playing, but this guy was taking it a bit to seriously.

"Of course I am. Why else would I have a wand?" He was addressing her in the same way as a person would address a four year old.

"So who are you supposed to be? Moldemort?"

"Of course I'm not Voldemort... I'm Sirius Black."

"Serious what?"

"It's a name. Sirius."

"And you're a wizard." She said slowly.

"Well I was."

"And you stopped being one?"

"And I died."

"Crap." Buffy sighed, stupid alternate dimensions.