Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Road Less Traveled ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: EmruasCat 
Arguing and escaping.
Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.09.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 343 | Status: Work In Progress
Arguing and escaping.
Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.09.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 343 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own the elves, Arda, or Harry Potter and company; they belong to the great JRR Tolkien and JK Rowling, respectively. I WISH I had the gift for writing that these two authors have. I also do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer; the credit for that piece of brilliance goes to Joss and co.
Warnings: SEX – in all shapes and sizes. This story includes slash pairings of the male and female variety, so scram, kiddies! This story ain’t for you. This story also includes discussion of physical and sexual abuse, as well as abundant foul language. I will be more specific as the chapters progress.
This chapter is for JarodSlayer, who has waited since FEBRUARY for this update since she (or he) won the guessing game about the dungbombs from one of my other stories. Sorry I took so long! RL sucks the big one right now.
Chapter 4
When Harry had first moved in with Sirius, he’d been told that Remus was also living in the flat, but was teaching extra classes at Hogwarts – classes that weren’t usually offered during the school year, but were intended to prepare recent graduates of Hogwarts for other training programs, such as the Aurors. Severus was teaching some as well, and Hermione was both assisting Remus and attending some of the classes. Sirius had asked if Harry had wanted to go to the classes. Harry had told him no, and Sirius had not asked why.
Presently, Harry and Sirius, who had gotten home from…wherever he was, were sitting back, watching with amusement as Severus, Remus, and Hermione bombarded the poor, unfortunate Valar with question after question. As soon as Tulkas had said, “Vaire wanted all of you to meet some of her favored in our world…” Severus had started snarling. The wary Snake had seen enough manipulation and set-ups from both the Dark and the Light sides of the war to know it when it was dangled in front of his face, even if it was in the form of an interdimensional gateway.
Harry was sitting on a sofa in the living room curled up next to Sirius, the Animagi’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. Sirius leaned down and murmured into his ear, “What do you think, Bambi?”
Harry made a face at the nickname, silently cursing Hermione for making all of the purebloods watch Muggle movies, Disney among them. “I think he is who he says he is.”
Sirius studied the harried-looking Valar for a few more moments, then grinned and said quietly, “I always wanted an interdimensional portal in my living room. Would go great with the décor, yeah?”
***
The slender man grabbed his fey friend’s arm and threw it over his shoulder. “Come on!” he hissed frantically, using English as few of their pursuers actually understood it, “Come on, you blasted fool, walk!”
The fey managed to stagger along as he half dragged him down the dank, dark corridor. “No need for insults,” he muttered. “I’m doing the best I can. Sleeping drugs tend to slow one down, Wes.”
“Shut up and move,” his companion hissed. “We’ve got to get out. I was seen. It’s only a matter of time before they come after us.”
The mage stubbed his toe on a loose stone in the corridor and spat out a curse in one of the old demon tongues that he’d been forced to learn as a child. He was not dressed for a fight; he’d penetrated the demon’s lair by using a Remebrian courtesan disguise - a disguise which he was now deeply regretting as his slender feet continued to be abused through their thin slippers by the rough floor of the hallway he and his partner were racing down.
They reached the end of the corridor to find themselves seemingly at a dead end.
“What now?”
“Nig car off lendyon!” a guttural voice called. The heavy footsteps of what Wesley guessed to be about five demons were getting very close.
The Watcher whirled to face the dead end, his mind racing. They hadn’t gone nearly far enough downhill; his friend had been imprisoned in a high tower, and though he’d managed to get them out of the tower, he knew they had to be several hundred feet above solid ground still. And they were cornered - there was no other doorway leading away from the passage they were in.
“Time to go,” he muttered.
The fey groaned. “Somehow, I knew you’d get around to saying that,” he complained exhaustedly. “I don’t have the strength, Wes. No way I’m teleporting anything out of here.”
“Who said anything about teleporting?” Wesley asked grimly. He raised his hands out in front of him and drew in a deep breath.
“Nig car!” Demons clad in the black uniform of the dark fort burst around the corner.
“Ater Marcai Ve Dedra An.”
BOOM.
Where the dead end had been, there was now an enormous, perfectly circular hole that was still faintly smoking from the magical blast Wesley had called forth. He grabbed his friend’s hand. “Hope you’re not afraid of heights, Jack.”
“What the hells are you -!” The rest of his phrase was cut off as the Watcher grabbed his fey companion bodily around the waist and leaped, hurling them both from the high wall of the castle.
“Merciful Malinaaaaa!” the fey cried as they plummeted. “Why me?!”
Wesley didn’t have time to do more than gasp as he invoked a charm to levitate them in midair. Abruptly, the air beneath their feet felt as solid as the earth itself.
The two adventurers turned to look back at the hole they’d jumped from. The squad of demons was still there, gaping down at the pair of them like the mindless fools that they were.
“You’d think they never saw anybody stop falling in midair,” Wesley commented a bit breathlessly as he went through the hand gestures that would stabilize the hasty spell he’d cast.
Jack Green stared at his friend and sometime partner, then said very quietly, “Those blasted ‘Scoobies’ have been an incredibly bad influence on you.”
“I got you out, didn’t I?” Wesley’s hands flashed as he cast another voiceless spell that caused a shining golden globe to surround them. It began to float at a considerable speed away from the demon fortress.
“On the whole, the dungeon was more comfortable than the escape.”
“Last time I come to rescue YOUR sorry arse.”
Jack sighed, and sat on the floor of the golden globe they were traveling in, glancing about as he did so. “Isn’t this a bit conspicuous? I mean, if you want to go for the pretty and sparkly and all-evil-mages-and-demons-for-miles-around-come-and-get-me look, then you’re right on. But somehow, I don’t think that’s the impression you want to give.”
“Speed was what I wanted, and this is the fastest way of magical travel that I could manage on short notice. It’s not like I had an hour to prepare something that stood out a bit less.”
“Mages,” Jack said disgustedly. “Always need an hour to do the simplest things, and even then half the time it’s not done the way it’s supposed to.”
“Jack Green, you can shut your fat trap right now. As I recall, you didn’t have a way out of that hell-hole. So don’t complain about the way I do things.” Wesley sat down beside his friend. In a lower voice, he added, “Besides, it’s not like there was time for me to think and see if there was another way of doing it - which there isn’t - not if I wanted to get you out of there.”
Jack sighed. “Thanks for the rescue, anyway.” He glanced around again. “Shouldn’t you at least stop the glow so the humans don’t think we’re aliens from outer space coming to invade?”
Wesley snickered. “We’re about to be transported back to my dimension, Jack. Best hold on.”
“Waitaminute…!”
The glowing globe dropped abruptly into a black hole that randomly appeared in the air directly below them.
***
Severus, Remus, and Hermione were still pestering Tulkas. Hermione had started babbling about things like dimensional balance and timelines and conflicting magical forces. Sirius was asleep. Harry was reading a new book on Quidditch strategy that Hermione has given him and was wondering if their brooms would work in Middle Earth.
***
“AAAGGHH!!”
SPLAT.
Xander stuck his head out the door leading to the backyard, observing Wesley and his friend flailing around on the ground covered in a strange golden…goop.
“Alright, Wes?” he called.
“Yes, quite!” was the harried answer as Wesley attempted to disentangle his legs from the…fey’s? Yeah, it was a fey druid creature of some kind.
“Ooookay, then,” Xander drawled, and returned to the living room where Orome was waiting with a curious look. “So I’m thinking Wesley’s gonna want his vacation first. If we put the dimension gate in our backyard, how soon can you stabilize it so it doesn’t screw around with any of the wards?”
Warnings: SEX – in all shapes and sizes. This story includes slash pairings of the male and female variety, so scram, kiddies! This story ain’t for you. This story also includes discussion of physical and sexual abuse, as well as abundant foul language. I will be more specific as the chapters progress.
This chapter is for JarodSlayer, who has waited since FEBRUARY for this update since she (or he) won the guessing game about the dungbombs from one of my other stories. Sorry I took so long! RL sucks the big one right now.
Chapter 4
When Harry had first moved in with Sirius, he’d been told that Remus was also living in the flat, but was teaching extra classes at Hogwarts – classes that weren’t usually offered during the school year, but were intended to prepare recent graduates of Hogwarts for other training programs, such as the Aurors. Severus was teaching some as well, and Hermione was both assisting Remus and attending some of the classes. Sirius had asked if Harry had wanted to go to the classes. Harry had told him no, and Sirius had not asked why.
Presently, Harry and Sirius, who had gotten home from…wherever he was, were sitting back, watching with amusement as Severus, Remus, and Hermione bombarded the poor, unfortunate Valar with question after question. As soon as Tulkas had said, “Vaire wanted all of you to meet some of her favored in our world…” Severus had started snarling. The wary Snake had seen enough manipulation and set-ups from both the Dark and the Light sides of the war to know it when it was dangled in front of his face, even if it was in the form of an interdimensional gateway.
Harry was sitting on a sofa in the living room curled up next to Sirius, the Animagi’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. Sirius leaned down and murmured into his ear, “What do you think, Bambi?”
Harry made a face at the nickname, silently cursing Hermione for making all of the purebloods watch Muggle movies, Disney among them. “I think he is who he says he is.”
Sirius studied the harried-looking Valar for a few more moments, then grinned and said quietly, “I always wanted an interdimensional portal in my living room. Would go great with the décor, yeah?”
***
The slender man grabbed his fey friend’s arm and threw it over his shoulder. “Come on!” he hissed frantically, using English as few of their pursuers actually understood it, “Come on, you blasted fool, walk!”
The fey managed to stagger along as he half dragged him down the dank, dark corridor. “No need for insults,” he muttered. “I’m doing the best I can. Sleeping drugs tend to slow one down, Wes.”
“Shut up and move,” his companion hissed. “We’ve got to get out. I was seen. It’s only a matter of time before they come after us.”
The mage stubbed his toe on a loose stone in the corridor and spat out a curse in one of the old demon tongues that he’d been forced to learn as a child. He was not dressed for a fight; he’d penetrated the demon’s lair by using a Remebrian courtesan disguise - a disguise which he was now deeply regretting as his slender feet continued to be abused through their thin slippers by the rough floor of the hallway he and his partner were racing down.
They reached the end of the corridor to find themselves seemingly at a dead end.
“What now?”
“Nig car off lendyon!” a guttural voice called. The heavy footsteps of what Wesley guessed to be about five demons were getting very close.
The Watcher whirled to face the dead end, his mind racing. They hadn’t gone nearly far enough downhill; his friend had been imprisoned in a high tower, and though he’d managed to get them out of the tower, he knew they had to be several hundred feet above solid ground still. And they were cornered - there was no other doorway leading away from the passage they were in.
“Time to go,” he muttered.
The fey groaned. “Somehow, I knew you’d get around to saying that,” he complained exhaustedly. “I don’t have the strength, Wes. No way I’m teleporting anything out of here.”
“Who said anything about teleporting?” Wesley asked grimly. He raised his hands out in front of him and drew in a deep breath.
“Nig car!” Demons clad in the black uniform of the dark fort burst around the corner.
“Ater Marcai Ve Dedra An.”
BOOM.
Where the dead end had been, there was now an enormous, perfectly circular hole that was still faintly smoking from the magical blast Wesley had called forth. He grabbed his friend’s hand. “Hope you’re not afraid of heights, Jack.”
“What the hells are you -!” The rest of his phrase was cut off as the Watcher grabbed his fey companion bodily around the waist and leaped, hurling them both from the high wall of the castle.
“Merciful Malinaaaaa!” the fey cried as they plummeted. “Why me?!”
Wesley didn’t have time to do more than gasp as he invoked a charm to levitate them in midair. Abruptly, the air beneath their feet felt as solid as the earth itself.
The two adventurers turned to look back at the hole they’d jumped from. The squad of demons was still there, gaping down at the pair of them like the mindless fools that they were.
“You’d think they never saw anybody stop falling in midair,” Wesley commented a bit breathlessly as he went through the hand gestures that would stabilize the hasty spell he’d cast.
Jack Green stared at his friend and sometime partner, then said very quietly, “Those blasted ‘Scoobies’ have been an incredibly bad influence on you.”
“I got you out, didn’t I?” Wesley’s hands flashed as he cast another voiceless spell that caused a shining golden globe to surround them. It began to float at a considerable speed away from the demon fortress.
“On the whole, the dungeon was more comfortable than the escape.”
“Last time I come to rescue YOUR sorry arse.”
Jack sighed, and sat on the floor of the golden globe they were traveling in, glancing about as he did so. “Isn’t this a bit conspicuous? I mean, if you want to go for the pretty and sparkly and all-evil-mages-and-demons-for-miles-around-come-and-get-me look, then you’re right on. But somehow, I don’t think that’s the impression you want to give.”
“Speed was what I wanted, and this is the fastest way of magical travel that I could manage on short notice. It’s not like I had an hour to prepare something that stood out a bit less.”
“Mages,” Jack said disgustedly. “Always need an hour to do the simplest things, and even then half the time it’s not done the way it’s supposed to.”
“Jack Green, you can shut your fat trap right now. As I recall, you didn’t have a way out of that hell-hole. So don’t complain about the way I do things.” Wesley sat down beside his friend. In a lower voice, he added, “Besides, it’s not like there was time for me to think and see if there was another way of doing it - which there isn’t - not if I wanted to get you out of there.”
Jack sighed. “Thanks for the rescue, anyway.” He glanced around again. “Shouldn’t you at least stop the glow so the humans don’t think we’re aliens from outer space coming to invade?”
Wesley snickered. “We’re about to be transported back to my dimension, Jack. Best hold on.”
“Waitaminute…!”
The glowing globe dropped abruptly into a black hole that randomly appeared in the air directly below them.
***
Severus, Remus, and Hermione were still pestering Tulkas. Hermione had started babbling about things like dimensional balance and timelines and conflicting magical forces. Sirius was asleep. Harry was reading a new book on Quidditch strategy that Hermione has given him and was wondering if their brooms would work in Middle Earth.
***
“AAAGGHH!!”
SPLAT.
Xander stuck his head out the door leading to the backyard, observing Wesley and his friend flailing around on the ground covered in a strange golden…goop.
“Alright, Wes?” he called.
“Yes, quite!” was the harried answer as Wesley attempted to disentangle his legs from the…fey’s? Yeah, it was a fey druid creature of some kind.
“Ooookay, then,” Xander drawled, and returned to the living room where Orome was waiting with a curious look. “So I’m thinking Wesley’s gonna want his vacation first. If we put the dimension gate in our backyard, how soon can you stabilize it so it doesn’t screw around with any of the wards?”