Chronicles of Scoobia
Chronicles of Scoobia
Author: Tohonomike tohonomike@aol.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners...it will start off with the Joss/ME characters, and then CS Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia, with JK Rowling’s Harry Potter Universe as the main venue; Should any other characters make an appearance from other shows (not planning it), they aren’t mine either and real-life folks are clearly not mine. No money is involved. Thank you.
This is dedicated to those of you who enjoy the stories in question.
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August 1992
Mr. Angus Filch wondered where he’d put those cleaning supplies. He opened the cabinet, and stared in it. Things just kept disappearing from it, but he’d eventually catch and have expelled those students responsible.
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August 1992
Harry moved back into the cabinet as Draco Malfoy reached for the handle; Young Potter slipped and fell back, making a noise. Back into furs he hadn’t realized were there, Harry hoped to hide from his school nemesis. As the boy’s father Lucius called for him to leave, Draco pushed the cabinet door closed completely. Harry bumped into someone---and from the person a girlish scream emerged as they tumbled out onto a floor covered in cloths and various other items.
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August 1992
Faith Lehane just couldn’t face her family another night; recently her mom’s most latest loser boyfriend had been looking at her like a lot of the sleazier neighborhood guys had stared too. The very ones she’d known she’d need to sneak round if she even wanted to make it into her own building.
‘That weird British lady from the occult bookstore’s finally moving to California like she’s been talking about,’ the twelve-year-old Faith noticed as she approached an almost-full moving truck into which the four movers had just forced a huge and apparently heavy cabinet of some kind, the size of a walk-in closet.
“Okay, let’s get the rest of the stuff—hope the stupid door stays shut on this thing,” one of the men sighed with annoyance. “Otherwise we’ll just take it off and leave it that way ‘til it gets to Sunnydale.”
Faith noticed the men head into the building, and some of the meaner neighborhood goons heading her way—but not yet seeing her. Instead of running the opposite way, Faith darted up the ramp into the truck and hid in the fur coats when the door wouldn’t close. She backed up a bit as she could hear voices approach, but was surprised when she kept moving back.
“That damn door again,” a male voice complained. She heard the click of the door, and fell back as she heard it open again. She screamed as she bumped into someone and tumbled out …
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The mover in disgust popped the pins out of the door and wedged it inside the cabinet, right behind the other.
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October 31, 1997
Dawn watched as that hunky Xander Harris was guided into the backroom, the proprietor trying to talk him into the rental or purchase of a couple different wizard costumes—one very good and the other quite the opposite. She noticed Xander roll his eyes and reach for one of them as the door closed behind him.
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Xander finished putting on the costume, and checked the pockets filled with small items, and adjusted the hourglass necklace around his neck.
“Huh, kinda between Merlin and a crazy street person. Cool extras though,” he commented at the stuff in the pocket. He noticed that next to a pile of good mungo, a large cabinet with a door off the hinge and a bunch of fur coats were inside. “Maybe if I fix this for the creepy English dude he’ll cut me a break.”
Xander, who would have become a woodworker-carpenter in a few short years, had no problem inserting the hinge pins and getting it to swing properly. He closed it, but then as he pulled it open again two kids about Buffy’s sister’s age came tumbling out, the girl screaming.
The two rolled in the pile and scrambled to their feet—the boy with his glasses broken and a broom of some sort in his hand; the girl’s head poked up through what looked like a graduation robe into a pointed hat with the top bent at an angle.
“Ow!” she winced as she stood and glared at a conductor’s baton that had poked her somewhere, um, unfortunate. The proprietor chose to race back into the room and check on the disturbance.
“I say, what are you children doing?” he sighed with feigned annoyance. In reality he noticed that his mark had two friends dressed similarly. Perhaps if he rushed them out he could squeeze ‘em for a few quid and boot them out before they could change their minds.
“Wait—” the Slayer’s friend began, but Ethan waved him down.
“Lad, I’m very busy—let’s say fifteen for the three of you, and just be off with you now before I get really annoyed.”
Xander blinked—the rack of costumes had been marked as twenty, “Done deal, man. Here’s the bucks.” As Ethan followed the two younger kids out, Xander adjusted the sword on his belt and picked up a big bag of fake jewels on the way out, pocketing them next to the big red fake ruby and a handful of intricately-carved miniaturized furniture he’d discovered in his pocket as he’d gotten dressed. Xander was in the mood for chocolates, and so he bought a pound of ‘gold coin’ candy and a few other candy jewelry pieces to go with the costume.
Dawn watched as Xander and two kids she didn’t recognize from school looked confused but were shooed out of the premises. She turned to the Store Guy.
“You have any more outfits like those?”
The man smiled, “I believe I have at least one more left, young lady, right this way please…”
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Outside the store, Xander looked at the two kids, and decided to push things a little to satisfy his curiosity.”
“So, really, how’d you two manage to hide in that cabinet while I put the door back on? I’m pretty sure it couldn’t be all that deep.”
“Deeper than ya think,” the girl replied, looking around. “And this doesn’t look like Boston…”
“Boston?” Xander asked, the boy also looking around in confusion. “This is Sunnydale in California.”
“I must have banged my head when I got into the cabinet back in the moving truck…” she replied, looking confused, but not really unhappy. “And what’s with the costumes? Some kind of party or stuff?”
“No, for Halloween,” the tall teen replied, “My school principal has me escorting the trick-or-treat kids tonight.”
The dark-haired boy spoke up for the first time, his broken glasses not looking too good.
“But All Hallow’s isn’t for another two months; and I was in London a few minutes ago.”
Xander noticed the British accent, and sighed, “Okay, let’s head to the school and find the G-Man. Sounds like weird mojo again.”
“Mojo?” the girl asked.
“Magic.”
Harry looked up at the teen he’d thought to be a muggle, “You know about magic?”
Xander looked quietly back, “Not so loud, most people don’t. And you don’t want them to think you’re crazy do ya?”
The three walked in silence all the way back to the library, but no Giles. Harry noticed a book on rituals, and had difficulty reading because of the broken lens. Xander came out of the office and handed Harry one of Giles’ pair.
“These close to yours?” he asked, Harry smiling.
“Yes sir, can I borrow these until I get mine fixed?”
“We’ll have to ask the G-Man, but until then at least, yeah. If he doesn’t come back soon, I’ll have to drag you guys trick or treating with the others, then we’ll come back later to find him. What ya reading there, um?”
“Harry, sir, and it seems to be a book on rituals that do not require a wand to perform.”
“That’s one of Giles. Since you know about the mojo, just remember to not read a book out loud until you know what the what is. No bad spells that’ll start fires or something.”
Harry set the book down carefully, nodding. Faith just looked around a bit lost.
“Um, I’m Xander by the way,” he told them, and looked with raised eyebrows at Faith.
“Oh, I’m Faith,” she replied.
“Nice name, Faith; so from Boston, huh? Were you running away from home?”
He noticed the worried look, one that he’d seen in the mirror a few times.
“It’s okay, Faith. For right now we won’t worry about what might be at home. I have my own problems. Right now, we just need to figure a few things out.”
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Rupert Giles hadn’t returned by Candy Time, and so Xander had a couple of extras with him, and they lightened up just a bit, the two younger kids with crappy family lives enjoying a couple hours of being ‘normal’ by the time the Chaos magic overtook them.
