A DIFFERENT KIND OF MAGIC
by Nike
Chapter 1 - Welcome to Sunnydale
“Urgh… Bloody muggles and their stupid inventions…” a slightly green Ron Weasley complained.
“Aw, c’mon, ickle Ronniekins, it’s not that bad.” Ginny snickered behind her hand.
“You’re not the one puking your guts out.” He shot his sister a deadly glare. “Bloody airpans.”
“Airplanes.” Hermione corrected, not looking up from her book.
“Whatever. Why didn’t we just get a portkey?”
“Because it’s dangerous to travel overseas by portkey. Frankly, Ron, I know it’s been a long time since you were out of school, but you forgot everything they taught you already?” green eyes danced with mirth.
“Sod off, Willow.” He growled, but there was no sting to his words.
“Besides,” she went on, completely ignoring him. “Aren’t you anxious to see uncle Rupert? It’s been so long since we last saw him.”
“Oh God, Harry, you realize what that means, don’t you?” Ron asked in mock despair.
The dark haired wizard raised an eyebrow.
“We’ll have not one, not two, but three bookworms with us!” he clutched his chest dramatically. “The horror!”
Two sets of eyes glared at him. “You say that only because your book knowledge don’t go beyond Quidditch Through the Ages.”
“Ouch, Mione. I’m hurt.”
“Goof.” The brunette shook her head.
“Can you imagine if those two reproduce?” Willow whispered to her sister.
“If they don’t kill each other first, their kids certainly will.” Ginny giggled.
“Hey, Harry, how do you reckon working on a Hellmouth will be?”
“Full of vampires and demons. I heard there was now two Slayers, I bet they’ll make our job easier.” Harry pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“How did that happen exactly? I thought it was ‘one girl in all the world’.” Ginny asked with a puzzled frown.
“Loophole.”
“Huh?” they looked at Willow strangely.
“There is a loophole in the prophesy. It says that for another Slayer to be called, the current one has to die, they never said she had to stay dead.” She clarified.
“Of course, brilliant! There are many ways to make a person die for a short period of time, both magical and muggle.” Hermione nodded, impressed with the younger girl’s knowledge.
“Then why don’t they just make an army of Slayers?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, it sure would be a big help.” Ron agreed.
“Control, of course.” Hermione stated. “The Watchers wouldn’t be able to control that many Slayers.”
“They can’t even control the ones they have now. Dad said they quit the Council. That Travers git is worse than Fudge.” Willow said with obvious distaste.
“Maybe they’re related?” Ginny grinned.
“I don’t think so, no family would survive with those two as members.” Harry smirked.
“Urgh…” Ron paled when the plane gave a sudden jerk, but he sighed in relief when it was announced that the plane would be landing soon. “Finally.”
“Bloody hell, I’m never doing that again.” Ron grumbled as they exited the plane.
“Well, we’ll have to go back eventually, unless you plan on living here forever.” Harry pointed out.
“I’ll go by ship or broom if I have to.”
“Considering how sick you were on the plane thing you’re probably seasick too.”
“Thanks, Will, you really know how to cheer a bloke up.” He said sarcastically.
“Just pointing out the facts, big brother.” The redhead grinned.
“Hey, isn’t that uncle Rupert?” Ginny pointed to an older man talking to a group of people.
“Blimey! Uncle Rupert!!” Willow ran towards the man, pulling him into a bear hug.
“Willow!” he gasped, feeling the air being squeezed out of him and at the same time a warm feeling spreading in his chest.
“I missed you.” He heard muffled against his shoulder.
“So did I, child.” He stroked the vibrant red hair.
“Not a child anymore, uncle.” The petite redhead grinned, pulling back to look at the man who always gave her the best books for birthday and Christmas.
“Yes, I can see that.” He smiled at her gently.
“What about me, don’t I get a hug?” Ginny and the others finally caught up with Willow.
For the second time Giles had the air squeezed out of him, this time by Willow’s twin sister.
“Don’t worry, old man, I’m not going follow suit.” Ron grinned boyishly when Ginny finally released Giles.
Giles frowned disapprovingly, but accepted the hand offered by the tall redhead.
“Hey, G-man, won’t you introduce us?”
“Ah, yes, how ever could I forget. These are Xander, Anya, Buffy, Faith and Tara. And these are Willow, Virginia, Ronald and…” he looked at Harry and Hermione questioningly, not recognizing them.
“I’m Hermione Granger, I’ve heard much about you Mr, Giles, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The brunette shook the older man’s hand.
“I’m Harry Potter.”
That surprised Giles a bit and he couldn’t help glancing at the young man’s forehead. “Um, yes, a pleasure Mr. Potter.” He said embarrassedly.
“Just Harry is fine, sir.” Harry smiled.
“Then I insist you call me Giles, Lord knows everyone else does.”
“We should get the animals, guys.” Willow suggested.
“Yes, Hedwig must be getting restless by now.” Harry agreed.
“I just hope she hasn’t killed Pig.” Ron chuckled.
“I wouldn’t be surprised. The little bugger is always causing trouble.”
“We’re going to fetch our animals, ok uncle?”
“Yes, I’ll be waiting for you.” Giles nodded.
“Ok, that wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.” Xander announced.
“And what, pray tell, were you expecting?”
“Tweeds and stuffiness.” Buffy quipped.
“Certainly not hot chicks with cute accents.” Faith added, receiving a glare from the other Slayer,
“They’re wizards and witches, not Watchers.” Anya said as if that explained everything.
“Aurors, to be exact. Very good ones.” Giles said, a hint of pride in his voice.
“What are Aurors?” Tara asked quietly.
“Oh, they’re like cops, only they can fight much better, with or without magic.” Anya explained.
“They must be really powerful.” Tara said in awe.
“Not really. We just use what we know in the best way we can.” Willow’s voice behind them made them jump guiltily.
“You’re remarkable beings, Willow.” Giles said firmly, making them blush slightly at the praise.
“Owls?” Buffy’s eyes widened when she saw the cages Harry and Ron carried.
“That’s some wicked pets you have,” Faith commented, eyeing the huge orange cat at Hermione’s side,
“We have interesting tastes.” Willow shrugged, running a hand through her own cat’s fur.
“Pretty cat.” Tara complimented.
“Wanna pet her?” Willow offered.
“Can I?”
“Of course, Crystal here loves the attention, don’t you girl?”
Tara tentatively reached out and stroked the pristine white fur, making the cat purr in contentment.
“See, she likes you.” The redhead smiled.
“She likes everyone who pets her or gives her food.” Ginny interjected and they could swear the cat glared at her.
“Yes, well, we should be going.” Giles said after polishing his glasses.
“Yeah, guys, we need to find a hotel.” Harry agreed.
“Wait a minute, where is your luggage?” Xander asked with a frown.
“Shrunk and pocketed, we couldn’t exactly do that with the pets.” Ron shrugged.
“We would have let the owls fly here themselves, but the trip is too long.” Harry added.
“Wouldn’t they get lost?” Buffy asked.
“No, they’re like carrier pigeons.” Anya said. “They use the owls to carry mail.”
“Exactly.” Hermione nodded. “You’re not a muggle, are you?”
“Nop, ex-vengeance demon.” Anya stated proudly.
“Wait a minute, are you… Anyanka?” Ginny asked.
“Oh, you know me?” Anya was delighted.
“Yeah, we studied about you in History of Magic. Anyanka, the patron of scorned women.” Willow remembered.
“Blimey, did you really eviscerated the Minister of Magic?” Ron asked.
“Oh, that was fun! He was a cheating bastard, got what was coming to him. A very good job I did. We don’t do vengeance to witches very often, they prefer to do it themselves, so we’d really put an effort when one called us.” Anya reminisced. “Good times.”
“Wicked!”
“Good Lord, don’t encourage her.” Giles pleaded.
“Spoil my fun.” Anya pouted pitifully.
“Don’t worry, An, you can tell me your vengeance stories when we get home.” Xander assured, earning a beaming smile from the ex-demon.
“Then we can have sex!”
“Um, yeah.” Xander went beet-red.
“What are we waiting for?” Anya started dragging him by the arm.
“Blunt, isn’t she?” Hermione commented as they followed at a more leisured pace.
“No kidding.” Buffy grinned.
“She just speaks what’s on her mind.” Tara tried to defend her friend.
“Which is always money and sex.” Faith smirked.
“Well, um, she has a simple mind.”
“She’s tactless, T.”
“You’re one to talk, F.”
“Are they always like that?” Willow whispered to Giles.
“Yes, well, welcome to Sunnydale.”
To be Continued…
Yes? No? Should I just give up writing and take up knitting? I'm really nervous about this history, so would you please let me know what you think? Constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome.
'Til next time.
Nike
"I'm perfectly normal, everybody is crazy anyway." - me.
that Willow and Tara already have going on! I hope there won't be too much confusion between Willow and Ginny... especially in "intimate" situations. That would just be awkward. 
Well I Couldnt Find A Thumbs Up One But Those Are Fingers...And There Are Two Of Them So It'll Have To Do 
But Ya This Is Just Great For PPL Who Love HP As Well So Good Job, Great Idea, And I Think I Understand Everything But Just To Make Sure, Willow Has Never Met Any Of The Scoobs, 'cept Giles Right? 
I just wanted to let you know that I think your story is off to a great start...I like the premise; I haven't read very many HP/Buffy crossovers, and this looks like a fun new spin on the Willow/Tara relationship. So far the interaction between all the characters is really fun. I hope we see some quality Willow/Tara moments soon...
Thanks for that, it certainly helps my imagination. You don't need to worry, we'll have W/T goodness soon, as in the next chapter, which I'm off to write right now. Stay tunned, we may have an update soon.
