Title: A Potential’s Gift
Summary: Lily Evans had been the most promising potential Slayer the Watcher assigned to Hogwarts had ever seen.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Warnings: A little messing with basic Buffy concepts and the timeline of Harry Potter. He’s now younger than Buffy.
A Potential’s Gift
Lily Evans had been the most promising potential Slayer the Watcher assigned to Hogwarts had ever seen.
It was rare for the council to bother with witches identified as potential Slayers, but he had been proud of his charge from their first meeting. The eleven year old girl hadn’t said it was impossible for vampires and demons to exist, nor had the tiny girl been upset when he added two lessons a week to her schedule for training. Instead, she had thrown herself into learning how to become the best, most knowledgeable Slayer ever. He had known from day one the chance of the girl actually being Called was small—a wand witch hadn’t been Called as a Slayer in since the time of the Founders—but if she had been, he was sure she would have survived well into her late twenty’s, possibly longer. Lily had had that air of a permanent survivor, of one who did not give up.
Then they had found that damnable prophecy. Lily had taken one look at it, added it up with the wizarding world’s situation, and began hunting for a way to pass her gift on to her future son. He hadn’t known what the girl was going to do, he had been so sure his potential was too smart to do something so foolish, but when she had shown up to a training session in the middle of her seventh year, that light that made her different from everyone else was gone. Lily Evans was no longer a potential, but an unwed mother to be. Two months later, Lily had married James Potter, and he had given up all hope of ever training a Slayer.
Until Harry Potter slammed his hands down on the Gryffindor table in a fit and neatly cracked it in half.
Dolores Umbridge had tried to use it as a reason to have to boy expelled, but Albus had intervened, stopping the woman’s rants and accusations before they could truly get started, blaming the whole incident on stress and a build up of accidental magic. For the first time since Harry’s arrival at the castle, he was absolutely thrilled Albus’s sense of guilt led him to pamper and protect the boy. He could always leave the school and follow Harry home if he had to, but he would miss passing his knowledge on to others. It was the Ravenclaw in him.
He did a small jig as the fifth year Gryffindors walked into his classroom without Umbridge behind them. As he grabbed the essays off his desk, he made a mental note to thank Severus for letting him borrow the nausea potion. It would have been next to impossible to approach Harry with that toad of a woman around.
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“Mr. Potter, please stay after class,” Filius said, almost bouncing as he handed out last week’s work.
“Yes, Professor Flitwick,” Harry replied, sinking down in his seat.
“Harry, what did you do?” Hermione hissed, her bushy hair giving Filius the impression of an angry cat. “Professor Flitwick never makes anyone stay behind.”
“Hermione, shut it,” Ron grumbled as he shoved his essay in his bag to hide his grade. “Don’t you think he has enough going on without you laying into him?”
“Don’t you tell me to shut it, Ronald Bilius Weasley!”
Filius grinned as he listened to the three children argue. He was sorry for Rupert Giles’s loss; he really, truly was, but he couldn’t get rid of his grin. Not only had a potential he trained done the impossible, but her son would not be alone in his fight. Harry’s friends wouldn’t let him be. Filius’s Slayer wasn’t just going to survive, he was going to live.
Now he had to figure out how to explain how and why Lily had done the impossible and created a new Slayer line without Ms. Granger demanding a pass to the Restricted Section.
Author’s Notes: If you’re curious, this takes place after the first season of Buffy, and Harry, along with Kendra, got called when Buffy died. Not that you really need to know that, since I don’t plan on touching this again. *sighs* Not that I’ve been able to resist playing with other things I didn’t plan on working with again.
Lily Evans had been the most promising potential Slayer the Watcher assigned to Hogwarts had ever seen.
It was rare for the council to bother with witches identified as potential Slayers, but he had been proud of his charge from their first meeting. The eleven year old girl hadn’t said it was impossible for vampires and demons to exist, nor had the tiny girl been upset when he added two lessons a week to her schedule for training. Instead, she had thrown herself into learning how to become the best, most knowledgeable Slayer ever. He had known from day one the chance of the girl actually being Called was small—a wand witch hadn’t been Called as a Slayer in since the time of the Founders—but if she had been, he was sure she would have survived well into her late twenty’s, possibly longer. Lily had had that air of a permanent survivor, of one who did not give up.
Then they had found that damnable prophecy. Lily had taken one look at it, added it up with the wizarding world’s situation, and began hunting for a way to pass her gift on to her future son. He hadn’t known what the girl was going to do, he had been so sure his potential was too smart to do something so foolish, but when she had shown up to a training session in the middle of her seventh year, that light that made her different from everyone else was gone. Lily Evans was no longer a potential, but an unwed mother to be. Two months later, Lily had married James Potter, and he had given up all hope of ever training a Slayer.
Until Harry Potter slammed his hands down on the Gryffindor table in a fit and neatly cracked it in half.
Dolores Umbridge had tried to use it as a reason to have to boy expelled, but Albus had intervened, stopping the woman’s rants and accusations before they could truly get started, blaming the whole incident on stress and a build up of accidental magic. For the first time since Harry’s arrival at the castle, he was absolutely thrilled Albus’s sense of guilt led him to pamper and protect the boy. He could always leave the school and follow Harry home if he had to, but he would miss passing his knowledge on to others. It was the Ravenclaw in him.
He did a small jig as the fifth year Gryffindors walked into his classroom without Umbridge behind them. As he grabbed the essays off his desk, he made a mental note to thank Severus for letting him borrow the nausea potion. It would have been next to impossible to approach Harry with that toad of a woman around.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Mr. Potter, please stay after class,” Filius said, almost bouncing as he handed out last week’s work.
“Yes, Professor Flitwick,” Harry replied, sinking down in his seat.
“Harry, what did you do?” Hermione hissed, her bushy hair giving Filius the impression of an angry cat. “Professor Flitwick never makes anyone stay behind.”
“Hermione, shut it,” Ron grumbled as he shoved his essay in his bag to hide his grade. “Don’t you think he has enough going on without you laying into him?”
“Don’t you tell me to shut it, Ronald Bilius Weasley!”
Filius grinned as he listened to the three children argue. He was sorry for Rupert Giles’s loss; he really, truly was, but he couldn’t get rid of his grin. Not only had a potential he trained done the impossible, but her son would not be alone in his fight. Harry’s friends wouldn’t let him be. Filius’s Slayer wasn’t just going to survive, he was going to live.
Now he had to figure out how to explain how and why Lily had done the impossible and created a new Slayer line without Ms. Granger demanding a pass to the Restricted Section.
Author’s Notes: If you’re curious, this takes place after the first season of Buffy, and Harry, along with Kendra, got called when Buffy died. Not that you really need to know that, since I don’t plan on touching this again. *sighs* Not that I’ve been able to resist playing with other things I didn’t plan on working with again.
Tags: buffy, crossover, gen, hp, one shot