In the past few years I’ve really gotten into writing fanfiction. So I have decided that, every so often, I will post a sneak peak of something I’m working on here. I’m doing it partially because I’m hoping to get more fanfiction readers, but also in hopes that I can show off some of my writing skills to someone who is willing to read 200-600 odd words about a fandom they may not support but may not be willing to read all 10,000 plus words.
So here’s a sneak peak of “A Slayer Unexpected”, a Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter crossover that I will start posting in the next month or so.
Author’s Note: In order to make this story work the timelines of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter need to be finagled a little bit. So I’m putting Harry and the gang’s Sixth Year in 2003 to make it match up with the series finale of Buffy.
Another change is that the Harry Potter gang is spending the summer at Grimmauld Place, not the Burrow.
“From now on, every girl in the world who might be a Slayer will be a Slayer. Every girl who could have the power will have the power.”- Buffy Summers, “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” Season Seven, “Chosen”
The first hint Hermione had that anything was different was during a morning Ancient Runes class in May. She’d been deep in thought doing a translation when she’d felt a jolt, like someone had danced cold fingers along her spine. She hadn’t known what had happened but suddenly she’d felt like she could do anything. And the quill that had been in her hand had snapped in half.
Plenty of little things had happened in the weeks after that but nothing stuck out as much as a moment during the battle at the Department of Mysteries where she’d been half tempted to drop her wand and fight with her fists.
And then summer hit and within a week of Hogwarts letting out she found herself holed up at Grimmauld Place with none other than Draco Malfoy who had been placed there for his protection.
Hermione paced the library floor, frustrated as hell. She’d been at Grimmauld Place for ten out of fourteen days of the summer holiday (she’d spent the first four at home) and she hadn’t slept a full night since. She kept waking up at all hours with the feeling that there was something she needed to be doing. Only there couldn’t be because her “to do” lists were written and meticulously completed every day.
“But it has to be something!” she muttered to herself.
A low chuckle behind her had her spinning around, one hand flying forward in a punch while the other rose to protect her face from retaliation.
The chuckler ducked just fast enough that her knuckles brushed his jaw but didn’t hit directly. The force behind the move combined with the shock (since when did she try to hit people and what was he doing in the library?) had her nearly falling forward.
Her brain nearly short circuited when he reached out as though to prevent her fall and she spun away only to land in a crouch, one leg poised to sweep his out from under him.
Draco Malfoy just crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at her. “Suddenly I’m rethinking my decision to help you.”