MAJOR MISUSE OF MAGIC

Author: Chris Brook (wormbait@netspace.net.au)

Rating: 15

Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim to own any part of either Harry Potter or Buffy, nor am I looking to make any profit from this fic.

Pairings: None

Spoilers: None that I’m aware of.

Synopsis: Time for the Wizarding World to pay for it’s crimes.

Note: Just a response to all those who put poor Willow on trial. (Although I do love your fic's don't get me wrong).








It was finally here, the moment when Harry Potter and Voldemort finally faced off. Surrounded by their supporters and allies, the two wizards stood not fifty foot apart in the centre of, of all places, the Hogwarts quidditch pitch. Harry with his teachers and friends and two dozen ministry officials and Auror’s feeling slightly outnumbered by the eighty odd Death-eaters that stood with the Dark Lord.

The silence stretched on for what seemed like forever when a sudden voice rang out loudly.

“Stand where you are, anyone who draws a wand shall lose a hand as punishment!”

All of the assembled Wizards and Witches looked around in amazement as men in what looked like brown monks robes and women wearing plain forest green dresses seemed to appear out of nowhere around the outside of the field, spaced about ten foot apart. The gaps between them however were soon filled when hundreds of young women came swarming out of the stands, armed with an impressive and deadly array of swords, axes spears and a variety of other weapons.

Out of the gates at one side of the field stepped a small group who approached closer to where the Wizards still stood poised for battle.

There was a sudden flurry of motion as Lucius Malfoy made a grab for his wand to teach these obvious muggles a lesson only for a young woman with long brunet hair dressed in black leather trousers and boots and a red sleeveless t-shirt to lunge forward, the sword in her hands making a graceful arc as it slithered around his wrist. So fast had she moved that she was standing calmly back with the others in the advance group of strangers before Lucius’ severed hand had even reached the ground.

At the rustle of movement and murmur of voices which followed one regal looking woman stepped forth from the group and looked around her with contempt.

“SILENCE!!” she roared, only to sigh resignedly as more wizards and witches on both sides went for their wands. She turned her head and nodded to a young redhead in black jeans and a white peasant blouse, who gave her a shy yet determined smile in return before closing her eyes in concentration and quietly chanting.

There were sudden cries of dismay all over as every wand present suddenly turned to dust.

“Now that I have your attention,” the regal woman said “let me inform you that you are all here charged with misuse of magic and that your whole ‘Wizarding society’ is also to be put on trial for many centuries of misuse of magic and for magic used frivolously for personal gain. You are now under sentence of the combined Druidic and Wiccan Councils.”

Turning she approached Voldemort with a look of revulsion, flanked by the brunet swordswoman and another shorter blond woman in red leather trousers, black boots and a white t-shirt. The weapon the blond carried looked like some kind of stylised axe with a sharpened wooden stake on the end of the handle. Both young women moved with the graceful elegance and economy of movement of veteran warriors.

“You however,” the woman said, looking the deformed snake like wizard up and down “due to your mostly no longer human and semi undead state I leave in the more than capable young hands of the Slayers Council.”

At this pronouncement both the blond and the brunet looked at each other briefly, called out a loud “GUILTY” and swung their weapons. There was stunned silence as those assembled watched the Dark Lord fall to the grassy ground in three separate parts.

Attention however snapped back to the regal Wicca as she said in a loud down to business voice “Now, about your crimes…”







The End.