From One Warrior to Another - August 11
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 11
Title: From One Warrior to Another
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Harry Potter people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: One’s journey begins as the other’s ends.
Notes: This thought has occurred to me before - timeline-wise Harry’s battle ends as Buffy’s actually begins.
Seasons: Season 1 “Prophecy Girl”/Post-Series (June 1997)
Word Count: 616
The bright light blinded Harry as he found himself in a completely white room. He glanced around looking for anything to identify where he had ended up. He was supposed to be at the Burrow with the Weasley’s. He saw a figure emerge from the white. And then the space around them started to take shape.
“A library,” he realized. Shelves along the walls and two doors at either end. It was odd, because he did not know this room.
“Am I dead?” a female voice said from one of the doors.
Harry squinted at the figure that seemed to materialize in the white mist. She was a blonde in a long white dress.
“Hello?” he called.
She seemed to spot him and stepped forward fearlessly. “Who are you?”
“Harry Potter.”
“Where are we?”
“I don’t know. Not London or anywhere I’ve been.”
“It looks a little like my school library.”
“What’s your name?”
“Buffy Summers.”
“Did you die?”
She looked away. “I think I did. I drowned. A prophecy told me I would die, and I did.”
“I died because of a prophecy too.”
“Is this death?”
Harry shook his head. “No, it’s fuzzy but I think this is the in-between.” He frowned and looked around. “But I didn’t die again. I went to sleep in the Burrow with Ron and… then I was here.”
“The world is no longer your problem, Harry Potter,” a voice said quietly.
Harry and Buffy turned in circles looking for the source.
“The evil of the magical world has been defeated. The supernatural world, Buffy Summers’s world will soon be thrown into chaos. She will have to fight for every breath, every step, just as you did.” The voice was soft. “I have brought you both here for a single time between heartbeats so you could meet.”
“Why?” Buffy asked.
They waited for several moments for an answer.
“You can go back to living. That’s what this place is. You can choose to come or go.”
“I fulfilled the prophecy. I was supposed to die and now I have. Not a long-lived Slayer, but I did what I was supposed to.”
“I didn’t fulfill my destiny until after I died,” Harry told her taking several steps closer. “Sometimes we have to rid ourselves of the fear of dying before we can win.”
Buffy shook her head and tears welled in her hazel eyes. “No. I don’t want to die.”
Harry felt a moment of panic about dealing with the crying. Then he did what Mrs. Weasley had done whenever someone had started crying recently and pulled Buffy into a hug. “What did you die for?”
“A prophecy.”
“I died for my friends. I went to save lives. Even when it meant the enemy would kill me.”
Buffy sniffled into his shirt. “I went ‘cuz Willow’s friends died. She was afraid to go outside. I went to save Giles, even though he was going to try to take my place.”
“It’s hard,” Harry told her. “Others won’t understand this… sacrificing yourself and returning. But this is what we do. We could no sooner walk away from this than we could stop loving our friends.”
“But it hurts.”
“Dying? It’s just an instant. Living with our mistakes and our losses, that’s the part that’s hardest, that’s the part that hurts.” He sighed and squeezed her a moment before stepping back. “You need to choose.”
“The Master is loose. He’ll try to kill them all.” She sighed. “I have to stop him. I have to go back.”
The closest door glowed brightly.
“I think that’s for you,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she whispered and placed a kiss on his cheek. She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin and marched towards the door.
The white blinded Harry, then he was awake.
Title: From One Warrior to Another
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Harry Potter people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: One’s journey begins as the other’s ends.
Notes: This thought has occurred to me before - timeline-wise Harry’s battle ends as Buffy’s actually begins.
Seasons: Season 1 “Prophecy Girl”/Post-Series (June 1997)
Word Count: 616
The bright light blinded Harry as he found himself in a completely white room. He glanced around looking for anything to identify where he had ended up. He was supposed to be at the Burrow with the Weasley’s. He saw a figure emerge from the white. And then the space around them started to take shape.
“A library,” he realized. Shelves along the walls and two doors at either end. It was odd, because he did not know this room.
“Am I dead?” a female voice said from one of the doors.
Harry squinted at the figure that seemed to materialize in the white mist. She was a blonde in a long white dress.
“Hello?” he called.
She seemed to spot him and stepped forward fearlessly. “Who are you?”
“Harry Potter.”
“Where are we?”
“I don’t know. Not London or anywhere I’ve been.”
“It looks a little like my school library.”
“What’s your name?”
“Buffy Summers.”
“Did you die?”
She looked away. “I think I did. I drowned. A prophecy told me I would die, and I did.”
“I died because of a prophecy too.”
“Is this death?”
Harry shook his head. “No, it’s fuzzy but I think this is the in-between.” He frowned and looked around. “But I didn’t die again. I went to sleep in the Burrow with Ron and… then I was here.”
“The world is no longer your problem, Harry Potter,” a voice said quietly.
Harry and Buffy turned in circles looking for the source.
“The evil of the magical world has been defeated. The supernatural world, Buffy Summers’s world will soon be thrown into chaos. She will have to fight for every breath, every step, just as you did.” The voice was soft. “I have brought you both here for a single time between heartbeats so you could meet.”
“Why?” Buffy asked.
They waited for several moments for an answer.
“You can go back to living. That’s what this place is. You can choose to come or go.”
“I fulfilled the prophecy. I was supposed to die and now I have. Not a long-lived Slayer, but I did what I was supposed to.”
“I didn’t fulfill my destiny until after I died,” Harry told her taking several steps closer. “Sometimes we have to rid ourselves of the fear of dying before we can win.”
Buffy shook her head and tears welled in her hazel eyes. “No. I don’t want to die.”
Harry felt a moment of panic about dealing with the crying. Then he did what Mrs. Weasley had done whenever someone had started crying recently and pulled Buffy into a hug. “What did you die for?”
“A prophecy.”
“I died for my friends. I went to save lives. Even when it meant the enemy would kill me.”
Buffy sniffled into his shirt. “I went ‘cuz Willow’s friends died. She was afraid to go outside. I went to save Giles, even though he was going to try to take my place.”
“It’s hard,” Harry told her. “Others won’t understand this… sacrificing yourself and returning. But this is what we do. We could no sooner walk away from this than we could stop loving our friends.”
“But it hurts.”
“Dying? It’s just an instant. Living with our mistakes and our losses, that’s the part that’s hardest, that’s the part that hurts.” He sighed and squeezed her a moment before stepping back. “You need to choose.”
“The Master is loose. He’ll try to kill them all.” She sighed. “I have to stop him. I have to go back.”
The closest door glowed brightly.
“I think that’s for you,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she whispered and placed a kiss on his cheek. She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin and marched towards the door.
The white blinded Harry, then he was awake.