Title: Pleasant experience

Author: Michael Wilson

Email: wyrdradio@yahoo.com

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, and a lot of other people own the characters from Buffy. J. K. Rowling owns the characters from Harry Potter. I get nothing by writing this except maybe some kind words of encouragement and a few cheers... at least I hope.

Spoilers: Buffy: None, Harry Potter: None really

Summary: Two people meet while watching over those they love. (For the 20 minutes with Joyce challenge.)

Author's Notes: This is a Buffy/Harry Potter crossover. " " as always means talking... while * * means thoughts.

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It seemed as if she stood there every day; always looking down on the world below, and yet she never moved, never spoke a word to anyone. She was always alone. She would just watch until some appointed time then leave, only to return the next day... and every day he would watch her. She was so beautiful, with her honey-colored hair and sad eyes, that it would almost make his heart stop beating to just look at her.

*Go talk to her. Just do it already.*

He took a deep breath and walked over to her side. He looked down in the direction she was looking and saw what looked like a council of war taking place below. He could recognize many of the faces he saw... but many more, he could not.

“Which one is yours?”

She turned her head toward him and a soft smile crossed her face.

“The short blond woman and the taller, younger brunette behind her.”

Her voice was soft and smooth and it had to be the most lovely sound he had ever heard in his life. He smiled back at her and nodded, seeing much of the two women in her features.

“Mine is the young man they’re talking to; the one with the brown hair and glasses.”

She nodded and smiled. A light seemed to shine within her eyes, as if she were finally coming out of her shell, so to speak.

“My name is Joyce Summers.”

The man grinned, a very playful expression on his face.

“Mine’s Sirius Black. Pleased to meet you, Joyce.”

Sirius shuffled his feet for a moment then looked her in the eyes.

“Um... would you like to join me for some tea or a cup of coffee?”

A warm expression crossed Joyce’s face and she smiled.

“I’d love to.”

Sirius grinned and offered her his arm. Joyce took it and together they faded away... both happier for the experience.

End