Aug. 16th - Charades
Title: Charades
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS / Harry Potter (J.K.R.)
Rating: Gen / Teen
Word Count: 1,165
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chosen & HP: Prisoner of Azkaban
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and HP belongs to J.K.R.
Summary: In which Sirius pretends to be all proper, Buffy pretends to be witch, and Petunia Dursley lacks manners.
Author's Note: Written for Day 16 of the 2019 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: Follows ' Narrow Escape', ' Hiding Places', ' Fly Away With Me', ' Talking', and ' Spilled Secrets'.
On August 1st Buffy was standing on the doorstep of the most common house she had ever seen. It was nearly identical to every other house on both this street and the other streets she had passed to get there. The house was white with blue windowsills, just like almost all of the other houses. The lawn was recently mowed. The monotony was the kind of suburbian nightmare horror movies was made of.
The magical legal and banking system was some kind of weirdness that made no sense, but the upside to it was that Sirius could access his vaults at the wizarding bank. Or rather, Kreacher could access it on his master's behalf. The elf could also do other kinds of shopping, with permission.
Buffy had gotten the wizard to order the house-elf to withdraw normal money for them, and then she had taken the resisting man on a short shopping trip. They both needed time-appropriate clothing and other necessities. It couldn't be seen in the magical districts so that meant they had to move around in the non-magical ones.
They had been half-way through their shopping when she had gotten the idea that they could visit Harry and take him on a day trip somewhere. Thanks to the ability to Apparate, which had to be one of the most convenient things ever, they could go almost anywhere in Britain. That had led to a much happier wizard and the rest of their trip had gone smoothly.
She had an old-fashioned, floor-length traveling cloak wrapped around her to make her look like a witch but was wearing jeans with flaring pant legs and a tie-dyed t-shirt underneath. Beside her was Sirius Black in an outfit that might've been fashionable several centuries ago, but it gave off an air of wealth. He had used his wand to cut his long, straggly hair to about just over his shoulders. It was still in desperate need of some serious TLC, but there were more important things to accomplish. He was still gaunt-looking but Kreacher's cooking was helping him regain the weight he had lost.
It was 8 am, sharp. Buffy could hear a woman yelling shrilly at someone inside the house and a boy laughing gleefully. She wasn't certain how much the man beside her heard, but he took a small step forward and gave the door a couple of authoritative knocks. The people inside the house became silent and then a woman's footsteps could be heard approaching the door.
The two people outside straightened their backs and waited calmly for someone to open the door.
Sirius had given her more of a backstory on Harry's family after they had agreed to go there, so she was aware of their opinion and attitude towards magical people. How someone could willfully leave a magical child with people like that was beyond her, and it was even worse when once they were informed they still forced him to go back there. It was also the reason why they were both wearing cloaks rather than normal clothing.
A tall woman with blondish hair and blue eyes opened the door with what she seemed to think was a welcoming smile, but looked more like a painful grimace. Any pretense of politeness vanished when she realized what they were wearing.
"Good morning, Mrs. Dursley. My name Sirius Black and I am Harry Potter's godfather. May we speak to him, please?" His manners were perfectly polite but the horse-like woman steal screamed and nearly fainted. She swayed dangerously and the Slayer ended up having to catch her so she didn't end up in a graceless heap on the floor.
Sirius used the opportunity to get into the house as Buffy helped the increasingly angry woman into a chair in the living room. There was already a dangerously obese boy in there watching television, and a few moments later Harry turned up in the doorway into the kitchen.
"Sirius! Buffy! What are you doing here?"
Buffy smiled at the black-haired boy, but his godfather beat her to greet him. "Good morning, godson." He said formally in an uncharastically serious voice, but turned his head and winked discreetly. She repeated the greeting but in a much more informal way.
He turned toward the upset woman. "My most sincere apology for our entrance into your lovely home, Mrs. Dursley. We are merely here to inquire if we may take my godson out for the day?"
According to Sirius, he had only met Lily's sister once and it had not gone well. He had been 16 and in the possession of a belief that he was invincible and God's gift to women. He'd been slapped down, both verbally and physically. Neither of them had left the meeting with a good impression of the other.
Her reply was... nothing something that should be said in the vicinity of a couple of 13 years olds. Or anyone else for that matter. The argument went on for several minutes with Sirius being overly polite and Mrs. Dursley being quite rude. Her son joined in on several occasions and it became clear that her manner of expressing herself was common enough for him to emulate it.
They were eventually given permission to take Harry with them only after some vague threats. The entire thing was despicable and made Buffy want to call Child Protective Services or whatever the British equivalent was.
Harry ran and got his things, including the cloak that made the wearer invisible, and they left the house. They walked in silence until they reached a park which was thankfully free of people and got in between some threes some they wouldn't be visible from any of the houses or the road.
Sirius collapsed against a tree and declared "Bloody hell", with a lot of feeling. "Don't ever make me act like that again."
Beside them, Harry looked like he couldn't decide if he should be concerned or just laugh the entire thing off.
Buffy decided to help him out and grinned at the escapee, "It was your idea, so stop whining. Your godson has an entire day away from the bigots, let's do something about that instead."
Harry finally laughed. "I'm sure you could've done that with less theatrics or at least used different ones. I've already told them you escaped from the wizarding prison."
"Now you tell me," Sirius pretended to be wounded. "I was all prim and proper and now you tell me I could've gone in there and just threatened them."
"Awww, poor Sirius." Buffy's eyes were laughing. "If it helps, she did recognize you. Probably from those news segments you mentioned."
He gave her a sunny smile before switching his attention to the teenage boy. "You're free for the day, so where do you want to go?" As Harry opened his mouth he quickly added, "It has to be somewhere in the muggle world, since I'm supposedly an escaped criminal."
This should be fun!
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS / Harry Potter (J.K.R.)
Rating: Gen / Teen
Word Count: 1,165
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chosen & HP: Prisoner of Azkaban
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and HP belongs to J.K.R.
Summary: In which Sirius pretends to be all proper, Buffy pretends to be witch, and Petunia Dursley lacks manners.
Author's Note: Written for Day 16 of the 2019 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: Follows ' Narrow Escape', ' Hiding Places', ' Fly Away With Me', ' Talking', and ' Spilled Secrets'.
On August 1st Buffy was standing on the doorstep of the most common house she had ever seen. It was nearly identical to every other house on both this street and the other streets she had passed to get there. The house was white with blue windowsills, just like almost all of the other houses. The lawn was recently mowed. The monotony was the kind of suburbian nightmare horror movies was made of.
The magical legal and banking system was some kind of weirdness that made no sense, but the upside to it was that Sirius could access his vaults at the wizarding bank. Or rather, Kreacher could access it on his master's behalf. The elf could also do other kinds of shopping, with permission.
Buffy had gotten the wizard to order the house-elf to withdraw normal money for them, and then she had taken the resisting man on a short shopping trip. They both needed time-appropriate clothing and other necessities. It couldn't be seen in the magical districts so that meant they had to move around in the non-magical ones.
They had been half-way through their shopping when she had gotten the idea that they could visit Harry and take him on a day trip somewhere. Thanks to the ability to Apparate, which had to be one of the most convenient things ever, they could go almost anywhere in Britain. That had led to a much happier wizard and the rest of their trip had gone smoothly.
She had an old-fashioned, floor-length traveling cloak wrapped around her to make her look like a witch but was wearing jeans with flaring pant legs and a tie-dyed t-shirt underneath. Beside her was Sirius Black in an outfit that might've been fashionable several centuries ago, but it gave off an air of wealth. He had used his wand to cut his long, straggly hair to about just over his shoulders. It was still in desperate need of some serious TLC, but there were more important things to accomplish. He was still gaunt-looking but Kreacher's cooking was helping him regain the weight he had lost.
It was 8 am, sharp. Buffy could hear a woman yelling shrilly at someone inside the house and a boy laughing gleefully. She wasn't certain how much the man beside her heard, but he took a small step forward and gave the door a couple of authoritative knocks. The people inside the house became silent and then a woman's footsteps could be heard approaching the door.
The two people outside straightened their backs and waited calmly for someone to open the door.
Sirius had given her more of a backstory on Harry's family after they had agreed to go there, so she was aware of their opinion and attitude towards magical people. How someone could willfully leave a magical child with people like that was beyond her, and it was even worse when once they were informed they still forced him to go back there. It was also the reason why they were both wearing cloaks rather than normal clothing.
A tall woman with blondish hair and blue eyes opened the door with what she seemed to think was a welcoming smile, but looked more like a painful grimace. Any pretense of politeness vanished when she realized what they were wearing.
"Good morning, Mrs. Dursley. My name Sirius Black and I am Harry Potter's godfather. May we speak to him, please?" His manners were perfectly polite but the horse-like woman steal screamed and nearly fainted. She swayed dangerously and the Slayer ended up having to catch her so she didn't end up in a graceless heap on the floor.
Sirius used the opportunity to get into the house as Buffy helped the increasingly angry woman into a chair in the living room. There was already a dangerously obese boy in there watching television, and a few moments later Harry turned up in the doorway into the kitchen.
"Sirius! Buffy! What are you doing here?"
Buffy smiled at the black-haired boy, but his godfather beat her to greet him. "Good morning, godson." He said formally in an uncharastically serious voice, but turned his head and winked discreetly. She repeated the greeting but in a much more informal way.
He turned toward the upset woman. "My most sincere apology for our entrance into your lovely home, Mrs. Dursley. We are merely here to inquire if we may take my godson out for the day?"
According to Sirius, he had only met Lily's sister once and it had not gone well. He had been 16 and in the possession of a belief that he was invincible and God's gift to women. He'd been slapped down, both verbally and physically. Neither of them had left the meeting with a good impression of the other.
Her reply was... nothing something that should be said in the vicinity of a couple of 13 years olds. Or anyone else for that matter. The argument went on for several minutes with Sirius being overly polite and Mrs. Dursley being quite rude. Her son joined in on several occasions and it became clear that her manner of expressing herself was common enough for him to emulate it.
They were eventually given permission to take Harry with them only after some vague threats. The entire thing was despicable and made Buffy want to call Child Protective Services or whatever the British equivalent was.
Harry ran and got his things, including the cloak that made the wearer invisible, and they left the house. They walked in silence until they reached a park which was thankfully free of people and got in between some threes some they wouldn't be visible from any of the houses or the road.
Sirius collapsed against a tree and declared "Bloody hell", with a lot of feeling. "Don't ever make me act like that again."
Beside them, Harry looked like he couldn't decide if he should be concerned or just laugh the entire thing off.
Buffy decided to help him out and grinned at the escapee, "It was your idea, so stop whining. Your godson has an entire day away from the bigots, let's do something about that instead."
Harry finally laughed. "I'm sure you could've done that with less theatrics or at least used different ones. I've already told them you escaped from the wizarding prison."
"Now you tell me," Sirius pretended to be wounded. "I was all prim and proper and now you tell me I could've gone in there and just threatened them."
"Awww, poor Sirius." Buffy's eyes were laughing. "If it helps, she did recognize you. Probably from those news segments you mentioned."
He gave her a sunny smile before switching his attention to the teenage boy. "You're free for the day, so where do you want to go?" As Harry opened his mouth he quickly added, "It has to be somewhere in the muggle world, since I'm supposedly an escaped criminal."
This should be fun!