NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

Chapter One

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting in the library posting this because my Internet's out. Again.

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CHAPTER I

I sauntered into the kitchen after a day of hanging out with my friend Paul at the pool. I threw my bag down on a kitchen chair and went to open up the fridge, looking for something to eat.

“Hi sweetie,” my mom said from behind me, causing me to jump and swear.

“Oh my God mom, don’t scare me like that.”

Mom smiled. “Willow is here to see you. She said that she has a sort of job type thing. She’s in the guest room if you’re interested.”

“Thanks Mom,” I said, and went down the hall to the guest room. The pool and mall continuously with Paul was getting kinda boring. I could use a job until school started again. “Hey Will!” I yelled and started jumping on the bed. The bed in the guest room has always been the best to jump on.

“Hi Aaid, how’s it going?” Willow asked, smiling.

“Pretty good. Mom said that you have a ‘sort of job type thing’ for me.” I said, mocking my mom a little.

“Yeah, well, you see…” she trailed off.

“Spit it out already!”

“Well if you were gonna do it then you wouldn’t be able to go to school for senior year and you’d have to go to England for a year.” Willow finished abruptly.

I internally rolled my eyes as I said “Willow, please tell me exactly what this job entails before you tell me what I’ll be missing if I decide to do it.”

By this time Mom had come into the room and was perched on the end of the bed, I was sitting in the middle of it and Willow was seated in the window nook that overlooked the small creek behind our house.

Willow took a deep breath and began explaining. “Well, yesterday I was contacted by an old friend of mine whom I met through Oz. He is a part of the Wizarding World –“

I cut her Willow off with “What’s the Wizarding World?”

“They are a magical community that uses wands to focus their magic. As I was saying, my friend is part of the Wizarding World. That world is in the middle of a war right now, and there is a certain boy who is supposed to be defeating the “big bad” of this war. The problem is, he’s not properly trained, so he will need a bodyguard of sorts to protect him until he gains the magical knowledge needed to defeat the evil. Originally, my friend suggested that I do it, because of my magic.”

Mom and I started to get a little wary. Willow with too much magic was emphatically not a good thing.

Seeing our faces, Willow quickly said “Oh, my friend doesn’t know that I lose it when I use to much magic. So I told him that I might have a better idea. I figured that if you wanted to, then maybe you could go, because you’re really strong and can’t be hurt or killed that easy.”

I was smiling. This sounded like the perfect way to spend the last few weeks of summer and, according to Willow, I wouldn’t have to go to school for senior year either! I turned to my mom. “Mom, can I go? Please, please, please, please, please?” I knew that I was begging, but I really wanted to go and besides, it sounded kind of fun.

“Willow, what would here while she was gone?” Mom asked,

“Well, she would probably miss some if not all of school this year, because the boy you would need to protect is in England, and we’re in Cleveland at the moment.”

“I can stay with Giles and go to school in England!” I said.

“Actually, in the past six years that this boy has been at his magical school, which is a boarding school, something has happened to him there. So you wouldn’t really have time to go to your own school and do homework and the projects given. Now that I think about it, what you would probably have to do is go to his school and take some of the non wand using classes that they offered so that you wouldn’t arouse suspicion from the other students.” Said Willow, who was in thinking mode.

“Why would it matter if other students thought that I was this boy’s bodyguard?” I asked,

“Because some of the students report directly back to Voldemort, who is the Big Bad. While it might not necessarily matter if he knew that Harry, who is the boy you would be protecting, had a bodyguard, it never hurts to be careful.” Said Willow.

At this, Mom smiled. “Well at least someone’s been paying attention to my battle tactic ideas,” she said, in a mock relieved tone.

I laughed. “This sounds like a really fun job to do. And really, the only bad thing I can see about this is not seeing Paul for a while, but I can keep in touch with letters. And besides,” I added in a conspiratorial tone. “Paul just met a potential boyfriend at the mall a couple days ago and I would hate to cut into their time together.”

Willow and Mom grinned like teenagers when I talk about my best buddy Paul’s love life.

“So I can go right?” I asked Mom. “The only thing I would have to do is get myself enrolled at Harry’s magical school in non wand using subjects.”

“Well…” Mom was clearly actually thinking about her answer. I knew she loved me and I knew that there would be certain risk factors involved with this job. “Alright,” she said.

“Yes!” I yelled. “Thank you so much Mom! I love you!” I got off the center of the bed and went around giving Mom, and then Willow, hugs.

“So now that we know you’re going to go, I’ll just contact Remus, that’s my friend, and we’ll figure out when you’re going and how to get you there. After that, you can decide what classes you will be taking,” said Willow as she left the room to go contact this Remus guy.

“Aaid! What are you still sitting here for? Go call Paul and tell him that you’re going shopping! You can’t seriously expect to take your current meager wardrobe to Europe, can you?” Mom yelled at me. I ran out of the room immediately and called Paul. He was more than enthusiastic when I told him I was going to England for about a year and needed some more stuff to enlarge my ‘current meager wardrobe’ as Mom had put it.

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As we parked, I clutched a hand over my wildly beating heart in exaggerated fashion. “Jesus, Paul! You tryin to get us killed?”

Paul just laughed and we set off into the mall. “Where to first?” I asked, my eyes shining in anticipation.

Paul grinned like a maniac. “First, we’re going to Bath & Body Works to get you all new toiletries, then to various different clothing stores.”

I raised my left eyebrow.

“You can’t seriously expect to get by all on cute shirts and ripped jeans can you?” he asked, indicating my tight tan colored t-shirt with the beaded sleeves and faded ripped jeans. Actually, that was exactly what I had planned to do. “Anyway, we’ll need to hit Hot Topic, for that Goth look, then Limited Too for the girly one, although their shirts might not fit over them cha-chas you got there.” Paul indicated my rather large breasts.

I self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest, unintentionally bringing attention to them.

Paul laughed, I laughed, and we set off toward Bath & Body Works to get my new toiletries.

“Hey Aaid, how about this lavender scented one?” Paul called to me from across the store.

“Nah, to girly! I was thinking maybe rose or vanilla!” I called back. Currently Paul and I were discussing which body soap I should be getting. Paul had also informed me that my soap, shampoo, and lotion would all have to be the same scent, and that my perfume, which yes, I was getting, had to be something more fruity that would compliment the other scent I had chosen. Paul is so gay.

We finally decided on green apple soap, shampoo, and lotion, with a vanilla body spray. I had flatly refused to spend my money on expensive perfume that smelled terrible once you started sweating.

Next, we hit up Hot Topic, and I bought some fishnet stockings, leggings, tights, and gloves, as well as a couple skull and cross bones t-shirts and my favorite purchase, a pair of purple and black checked jeans. I also bought combat boots and some black skinnys.

Paul had to almost literally drag me into Limited Too, although I have to admit, they have great jeans, and I ended up buying just about every different pair I could find. I also bought one plain black t-shirt with a scoop neck and a black mini-skirt that went well with the black platform flip-flops and silver ballet flats that Paul convinced me to buy.

Last stop was Sears. I know it’s a department store, but the juniors section is great! I bought a black shirt that said ‘Rock On’ in big curly pink letters over a white electric guitar, a grey shirt with Snoopy and Woodstock on it, and a grey turtleneck short sleeve shirt that went well with a brown plaid vest I picked out and some of the darker jeans I had picked up at Limited Too. Despite Paul’s objections, I also grabbed a pair of white, plaid, and blue jean shorts for the short time it would be warm enough to wear them. No pun intended, of course.

We ended the shopping excursion with a trip to the food court where I gorged myself on Chinese food, and Paul had an extra large burger and fries.

I thoroughly enjoyed the ride home spent singing badly to Britney Spears, even though we almost died on several occasions. Maybe I’m exaggerating just a tad. If you think a ‘tad’ is a whole hell of a lot. When Paul dropped me off I spent several minutes saying good-bye, as I wouldn’t be seeing him again until I got back from England. Sure I would write and call if I was able, but it’s not the same as a face-to-face.

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My alarm clock loudly blared into my ear. “Holy shit!” I yelled upon falling out of my bed whilst trying to turn off the stupid thing. I looked at the clock. 8:15. Fuck. Mom entered the room looking entirely to perky for 8:15 in the middle of summer and on a Saturday no less! At least, I thought it was a Saturday. My brain usually doesn’t function correctly until about 11 in summer. “Mom!” I moaned. “It’s 8:15 in the morning on a Saturday in summer. What do you want?”

Mom tsked at me. “I told you not to stay up late at the party, but did you listen? No, you didn’t. Therefore you are effectively tired and non functioning, plus you have to catch a plane in an hour, so I suggest you get ready!”

“Shit!” was the only word I spoke as I practically flew out of my bed and into the shower. The airport was a half hour away which meant I only had 30 minutes for getting dressed, drinking some blood, and checking to make sure I had everything.

I hurriedly finished my shower, got dressed and stuffed some barely microwaved pig’s blood down my throat before I ran into my room, grabbed all my luggage and jumped into Willow’s car. Willow had said very firmly that she was driving, because Mom and I were both complete asses at the wheel and had failed our driver’s tests many times.

“Great job. Only took you about 28 minutes,” Mom teased from the front seat as Willow pulled out of the driveway and headed east toward the airport.

We pulled into the airport and Mom and I got out, carrying my bags into the luggage check. I almost didn’t make it through because the metal detectors noticed the broadsword and scythe I was carrying in one of the cases. Luckily, I had actually remembered to bring the piece of paper Willow had charmed to look like a weapons license. Using that, I got through luggage and got my carry on bag and myself through the personal metal detector.

“Bye Mom!” I called out from the other side of the detector.

“Bye sweetie! Have a nice trip! I’ll write!” she called back.

I put my plane ticket back into the front flap of my bag, for easy access when I was going to be boarding the plane. I stopped at a book store/cafe and bought a copy of Pride and Prejudice and a soft pretzel. I sat down outside the terminal for my plane, which was apparently going to be 30 minutes late, and I read.

“All passengers on the 9:45 flight from Cleveland, Ohio to London, England, please board!” came the mechanic voice over the PA. I packed up my book, threw away the pretzel wrapper, and pulled out my plane ticket, before walking over to the line for my plane. I stepped out of the terminal and onto the plane, finding my seat and sitting down. About 5 minutes before take off no one had sat down beside me. And then someone sat down next to me. And he was a fat someone. And he smelled bad. Oh well, I thought. At least I have the window seat. The fat man kept grunting and wheezing every 2 minutes when he reached down to get a snack, so I plugged into my MP3 player and pulled out Pride and Prejudice.

The flight was seven hours long, and my butt seriously hurt! At least the fat guy had fallen asleep, so I didn’t have to keep listening to the crinkle of snack bags and his wheezing. Surprisingly, he didn’t snore, for which I’m glad, because my MP3 had long since run out of batteries. I was bored and I had finished Pride and Prejudice, so I was currently arguing with the flight attendant and trying to get her to put on my favorite movie in the entire world, interview with the Vampire. But no, she couldn’t put it on because it was rated R and their were kids on the plane.

“But it’s my favorite movie, and I’m bored!” I whined. I’m not normally this annoying, or so I like to think, but it was fun baiting the flight attendant.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but this is an R rated movie and there are children under 17 on this plane,” she said, obviously annoyed.

“Can’t you just hook it up to that little television up there?” I asked, pointing to the television in front of me that I could clearly see.

The flight attendant started to answer, but she was cut off by the pilot saying, “We will be landing in approximately 10 minutes, please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.” The flight attendant looked smug.

“No, I can’t, because I have to go sit down and fasten my seat belt,” she flipped her hair and walked down the aisle.

“Yeah, well, that was really immature!” I called.

The fat guy laughed. “And that whole conversation about the movie wasn’t?” he asked, amused. I glared at him and turned to stare out the window.

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AN: This is a revision of my story "Summers to Fear". I think that this is better than the original, but you tell me in the reviews! This chapter might have been a little boring, but I was setting things up. And sorry to all you people who didn't like the shopping scene, but I am a woman, and I like shopping.

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