A Sorta Fairytale
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BtVS Crossovers › BtVS/Harry Potter
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,258
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), or the Harry Potter world and/or series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
always goodbye
“There’s going to be a war”
She’s putting back on her robes, smoothing her hair down, getting ready to leave this empty dungeon classroom, to go to the library no doubt. I nod watching her, the way the moonlight makes shadows across her face. Of course there will be war, why does she thing we’re here? I’ve known from the beginning that despite what Domboldor told us all back there in the great hall that first night we came, our real job is to teach these kids as much as we can, before they all march off to die.
“we’re going to have to fight. It’s noting to be nice, wizard against wizard. So many have died already and it’s just the beginning”
she stops a minute her hands go still on the buttons of her robes I see her hands shake very slightly.
“they’re going to die”
Her voice is soft and small, lost sounding
“Ron, Harry, they’re all going to die, and there’s nothing I can do about it”
I look at her wondering what I’m supposed to say. She’s right. I know she’s right because I’ve fought wars before, I’ve seen my family, my friends die, I’ve been there and I know she’s right. I suddenly realize what I’ve known all along really, and just never allowed myself to think, that I’m going to loose her too. She’s going to march off with Harry and Ron and all the rest, and the chances are very high, she wont be coming back. I suddenly feel very tired and very old. I close my eye, when will it end, I wonder, when will I stop saying goodbye to the people I love?
I open my eyes, wanting to say something to her, to tell her, I don’t know what. . . that I care, that I will miss her, but she’s already gone. Closing the classroom door behind her and slipping down the dark hall back to her life. I sigh and rub my hand across my face. To night I will lie in my bed awake for hours staring at nothing, seeing her eyes, and shadows cross her face, but when I do sleep I will not dream.
~~~~~~~~~
She seems tough. Talks tough. Knows all the right things to say, this is her world after all, her rules, her school. She’s a smart girl, and she knows it. Knows when the fighting goes down she’ll be there. But I am not impressed by her, or intimidated. I know I’ve seen more then she has, and God willing, will ever see. I’ve been through more. I’m tougher, stronger and maybe, just maybe, smarter.
She’s putting back on her robes, smoothing her hair down, getting ready to leave this empty dungeon classroom, to go to the library no doubt. I nod watching her, the way the moonlight makes shadows across her face. Of course there will be war, why does she thing we’re here? I’ve known from the beginning that despite what Domboldor told us all back there in the great hall that first night we came, our real job is to teach these kids as much as we can, before they all march off to die.
“we’re going to have to fight. It’s noting to be nice, wizard against wizard. So many have died already and it’s just the beginning”
she stops a minute her hands go still on the buttons of her robes I see her hands shake very slightly.
“they’re going to die”
Her voice is soft and small, lost sounding
“Ron, Harry, they’re all going to die, and there’s nothing I can do about it”
I look at her wondering what I’m supposed to say. She’s right. I know she’s right because I’ve fought wars before, I’ve seen my family, my friends die, I’ve been there and I know she’s right. I suddenly realize what I’ve known all along really, and just never allowed myself to think, that I’m going to loose her too. She’s going to march off with Harry and Ron and all the rest, and the chances are very high, she wont be coming back. I suddenly feel very tired and very old. I close my eye, when will it end, I wonder, when will I stop saying goodbye to the people I love?
I open my eyes, wanting to say something to her, to tell her, I don’t know what. . . that I care, that I will miss her, but she’s already gone. Closing the classroom door behind her and slipping down the dark hall back to her life. I sigh and rub my hand across my face. To night I will lie in my bed awake for hours staring at nothing, seeing her eyes, and shadows cross her face, but when I do sleep I will not dream.
~~~~~~~~~
She seems tough. Talks tough. Knows all the right things to say, this is her world after all, her rules, her school. She’s a smart girl, and she knows it. Knows when the fighting goes down she’ll be there. But I am not impressed by her, or intimidated. I know I’ve seen more then she has, and God willing, will ever see. I’ve been through more. I’m tougher, stronger and maybe, just maybe, smarter.