Wizards, Werewolves and Killer Beagles. Oh My!

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Chapter 6


There were just some days when you shouldn’t get out of bed. And this was definitely one of them, Harry concluded as he shifted in the hard chair.

First of all there was the whole Home Invasion thing by Draco and Harry’s long lost Aunt. Then when they had finally convinced him that it wasn’t some elaborate plot; and that he should leave with them; after Voirrey-his Aunt-unflattened a groaning Vernon; they’d started down the path. Harry had been leading them to a local café for a neutral story-telling setting, when there was the crack of apparition. Three stupefy hexes and a spate of unconsciousness later, and Harry woke magically bound to a chair with a sack over his head.

He supposed one good thing had come from their capture. They’d had plenty of time to get to know one another!

“So let me get this straight.” He said head tilted in the direction Voirrey’s voice seemed to be coming form. Draco had announced his presence earlier before lapsing into silence, seeming content to let the two Potters converse. Muttering under his breath occasionally about his father, a Malfoy’s wrath, etc. “You are my Father’s younger sister. When you were thirteen you were discovered to be a Potential Slayer. This is a bad thing according to the Ministry. So Grandfather Potter tried to kill you?!”

“Yup!” Voirrey replied sadly. “But McKinley, the Watcher who found me, got me away to safety. I went to the Council Headquarters for training. First as a Slayer, then when I was past the age for being called I started training to be a Watcher. I had been taken in by the Giles family and later became Rupert Giles’ assistant.”

“Who?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Potter!” Draco snarled. “Don’t you know anything other than what the Mud….Granger spoon feeds you at school? Rupert Giles was the Watcher to Slayer Summers, and founder of the new incarnation of the Council of Watchers.”

Harry glared through the material of the sack in the direction of the blondes sneering voice.

“Actually Malfoy. The extent of my communication with our world this summer has been Birthday cards. Even less than the nonsense, tell-me-nothing-I-need-to-know letters I usually get from Ron and Hermione. How’m I supposed to know these things? Ask Voldemort for updates during his annual ‘Die Potter, Die’ gigs?!”

There followed a pause in which all that could be heard was Harry’s agitated breathing.

“Anyway!” Voirrey’s voice broke the heavy silence. “I spent the last seven years in California. Fighting the good fight and all that. Then last year we battled the First Evil. And to cut a long story short: Buffy’s” The name was spat out with such venom that Harry imagined that this Boffin person, wherever she was, would be experiencing an inexplicable urge to swallow a Bezoars. “Pet Practitioner called all the potentials into their Slayer heritage. The First went splat, Sunnydale went boom, and that was that!”

They were all silent again as Harry absorbed the information. As crazy as it all sounded he found himself believing every word. Something about the way Voirrey spoke. A hard edge that came through as she spoke of the fantastic events. A grim undertone that left him with the uneasy suspicion that tit had all been a lot worse than he could imagine.

“And you know Malfoy how?”

“…”

“Voirrey?”

*sigh*

“I’d just come back from Africa. I was travelling there looking for Slayers with another Sunnydale Survivor, Alexander Harris.”

She paused as if searching for her next words.

“Neither of us…conforms to Binty and Red’s ideal for the Council. So we left to do what good we could in the field. The last couple of months we were dealing with…stuff. Not an Apocalypse, but….bad.” Harry and Draco would have been astounded to know that their thoughts mirrored the others at that moment. What kind of ‘stuff’ could cause someone who spoke of the First Evil so casually to struggle with words? Voirrey cleared her throat before continuing in a firmer tone. “Afterward, we returned to England for some R&R. Then about a week ago there was a spate of rather gruesome murders I Yorkshire. All the evidence pointed to the perpetrator being a card carrying member of the Midnight Volleyball League. I’d been staring at Council walls for too long and volunteered to investigate.”

“The Midnight WHAT?” Malfoy’s voice. Devoid of all sneering as his curiosity won through.

“Things that go bump in the night.” Was the matter of fact reply. “Turns out it was a werewolf. Name of Fenrir Greyback. I was tracking him for a week before I caught the slippery wanker. Unfortunately he’d already killed Draco’s Mum.”

“And Fidel! Don’t forget Fidel.” Draco cried.

“Oh yeah. A braver Beagle I have yet to meet.”


HUH? Beagle? Harry was confused. This wasn’t as common an occurrence as some people would claim. He opened his mouth to ask for an explanation.

“As fascinating as all this is.” A chillingly familiar voice purred from the darkness. “Perhaps you would care to explain why you felt the need to attack the home of the sainted Saviour of the Wizarding World?”

And with that the sack was pulled from Harry’s head and he was left blinking in the sudden light.







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