Episode 2: Clean Slate

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Written and Directed by Humaira K and Gill P

Guest starring
Robbie Coltrane as Rubeus Hagrid
Eliza Dushku as Faith Lehane
Michael Gambon as Albus Dumbledore
Matthew Lewis as Neville Longbottom
Devon Murray as Seamus Finnigan

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Anastasia, and Meliza were standing around on Platform 9 3/4 in a huddled bunch, chatting excitedly. They kept interrupting their conversation to call over and talk to the friends they had made over the years. A small bunch of scared-looking first-years stared up at Ron, who gave them the evil eye. They squeaked and ran the opposite direction.

“Sunday morning rain is falling/Steal some covers share some skin/Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable/You twist to fit the mold that I am in.”

“Oi! Neville!” Meliza called over Harry’s shoulder and waving. They turned to look at Neville, who smiled sheepishly as he joined their group, dragging his trunk and holding Trevor in his hands.

“How was your summer, Neville?” Hermione asked politely.

“Very good, thank you Hermione,” Neville said.

“But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do/And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew/That someday it would bring me back to you/That someday it would bring me back to you.”

Suddenly, a feminine voice called to Neville from behind them all. Neville turned red, and sheepishly turned around. A plain-looking blonde was grinning shyly and waving at him.

“Who’s that Longbottom?” Meliza asked.

“My – my girlfriend. My gran set – set us up,” Neville stuttered, blushing redder still and hurrying away to talk to her. His peers were shocked and couldn’t say anything for a few moments as they watched him chatter with the girl.

“That’s my biggest fear,” Ron jump-started the conversation.

“What?” Harry asked, as Anastasia squeezed his hand again.

“Getting married!”

“That may be all I need/In darkness she is all I see/Come and rest your bones with me/Driving slow on sunday morning/And I never want to leave.”

Hermione gave him a sharp look, but said nothing.

* * *

“This is so weird,” whispered Buffy. It still amazed her that she was going to be a teacher, and sitting with the others in the staff room was about as bizarre as today could get. Today the students were coming back to Hogwarts, but Dumbledore wanted to have a staff meeting before they came. He said he had a surprise, which never boded well for anyone.

Sydney smiled distractedly at Buffy’s comment, but there were other things on her mind. The impending students and her nightmare from last night plagued her thoughts. She remembered that it was frightening and she swore that she was being tortured. The same feeling of helplessness overtook her as when she had been incapacitated because of the effects of the short-term memory potion. But this time she could see one or two of the faces more clearly. She had woken up in a cold sweat with Severus shaking her with worried eyes. She clutched onto him as he gave her a Dreamless Sleep potion to help her rest.

“I feel so extraordinary/Something’s got a hold on me/I got this feeling I’m in motion/A sudden sense of liberty.”

“I have called you here because my announcement tonight shouldn’t catch you off guard”Miss. Lehane?” he said prompting Faith to get up and address the curious teachers who peered up at her. Some looked at her interestedly, some warily and some just plain gawked at the brunette stranger.

“I thought you should all know, before the students do, that Xander Harris asked me to be the new Karate teacher,” started Faith. Her announcement was met by murmurs but she wasn’t finished. She looked to Dumbledore for guidance as she sat down.

“And I have asked Miss Lehane to be our new assistant Groundskeeper,” he said gazing at the staff assembled.

“But surely hiring a murderer is unsafe for the children?” said the lazy drawl of one teacher.

Dumbledore did not smile, but stared coldly at the teacher as Severus, Sydney and Faith started looking uncomfortable. “Hogwarts always has been and will be a sanctuary for those who need it despite their background. Everyone deserves a chance for redemption and Miss Lehane has certainly proved this. Do you think closing one of the most active Hellmouths and going against Angelus is child’s play?”

The teacher said nothing as he stared hatefully at Faith who stared right back with a blank expression.

“Your last name is Lehane?” asked Buffy, cornering Faith as the staff dispersed.

“Don’t need or want the last name my dad gave me,” said Faith stiffly, “But yeah. It is. After all it’s the only thing he gave me.”

“Don’t I know it?” muttered Buffy as she started to walk away leaving a startled Faith behind.

“You must be Faith,” said Sydney walking over to introduce herself, with Severus reluctantly in tow.

“Yeah,” she said warily looking the smiling fellow American up and down.

“I’m Sydney Bristow, the new Muggle Studies teacher. And this is Severus Snape, the Potions teacher,” introduced Sydney gesturing to herself and Severus.

“I don’t care ’cause I’m not there/And I don’t care if I’m here tomorrow/Again and again I’ve taken too much/Of the things that cost you too much.”

Faith stared at the odd couple for a while then broke into a smile and gave them her hand to shake, “Nice meeting ya Sydney and Severus.”

“Likewise Miss Lehane,” said Severus stiffly.

“Have you met Hagrid?” asked Sydney conversationally.

“The big hairy dude?”

“Don’t let Buffy hear you say that,” warned Sydney.

“Why, they going out?”

Severus nearly choked with laughter, which he tried to cover up into a cough, and walked away before the strange American ruined his reputation. Not that the other strange American he was currently entangled with hadn’t already done so.

Sydney laughed freely as she said, “No. He’s a nice guy, and he introduced her to Hogwarts. You know, I think you’re going to be a very refreshing addition around here.”

“I used to think that the day would never come/I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun/My morning sun is the drug that brings me near/To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear/I used to think that the day would never come/That my life would depend on the morning sun.”

“Yeah? Some of the emus need to come out of certain asses but I think I’m gonna like it around here,” said Faith with a wicked grin, which made Sydney laugh even harder.

* * *

“Buffy!” Harry ran towards his friend with a huge smile on his face. They had arrived at in Hogsmeade one piece.

Buffy lunged at him, enveloping his taller body with her tiny one. “Harry! Look at you, big man on campus, huh?”

Harry puffed out his chest from beneath his robes. “You could say that. Where is…everybody?” A group of third years walked by in a noisy bunch. It was still an unspoken rule not to talk about the Alliance of Destiny around other people. They had been warned that it was possible that Voldemort still had spies about. The less they knew about them, the better.

“I made a break I run out yesterday/Tried to find my mountain hideaway/Maybe next year maybe no go.”

“Getting ready for the welcoming feast. Well, except for Wesley.”

“Why?” Harry asked, following her as she walked away. “I’m dying to learn more about the -” his voice dropped to a whisper, “shrimp dimension.”

“Didn’t we tell you? He’s in L.A. Apparently his girlfriend is being possessed by a demon.”

“Body possession? Now why does that sound so familiar?” Harry joked.

She nudged him playfully. “Don’t be late for the feast,” she advised him. “A few surprises are gonna be sprung on you this year.” Buffy grinned up at him.

“Like I would miss it!” Harry remembered his thoughts from a week before. “What do you mean ‘surprises’? I knew you were keeping something from me.”

“Please please tell me now/Is there something I should know/Is there something I should say/That would make you come my way/Do you feel the same ‘cos you don’t let it show.”

“You’ll see.”

* * *

The first years stood in a shivering and frightened line as they waited for what was to come next. The four House tables were bursting with returning students waiting patiently for the Sorting to finish so they could start dinner. “They’re so tiny!” whispered Faith to Buffy.

Buffy nodded, “God do you remember being that size? First day of high school?”

“Memory I’d like to forget,” said Faith distantly staring harder at the students.

“When I was a very small boy/Very small boys talked to me/Now that we’ve grown up together/They’re afraid of what they see.”

Once the Sorting had finished Dumbledore stood up and smiled enigmatically at the students assembled.
“Welcome one and all to another year at Hogwarts. For some this is your last year here and for others it is just the beginning of many adventures,” he boomed, “I have a few announcements to make.

We have four new appointments this year at Hogwarts. Miss Buffy Summers and Mr. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce have kindly agreed to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts this year. Miss Sydney Bristow has taken the role of Muggle Studies teacher and Miss Faith Lehane will not only be teaching the Karate class, but will also help Hagrid in his Groundskeeper duties.

As always, the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students and Mr. Filch has informed me there are extensive new additions to the list of forbidden items, which can be found in his office. That is all, enjoy the feast!”

There was a stunned silence and then a roar of clapping. Buffy’s cheeks started to burn crimson, and Severus squeezed Sydney’s hand under the table. “I told you it would be all right,” he murmured into her ear.

“That’s the price that we all pay/Our valued destiny comes to nothing/I can’t tell you where we’re going/I guess there was just no way of knowing.”

Faith had never felt so accepted in all her life as all these students cheered for her. Some cat calling, some genuinely interested. Xander was right, Hogwarts was unexpected.

“Well, Buffy said there would be surprises,” said Harry in a shocked tone.

“But isn’t this exciting? She’s gonna be our DADA teacher! Speaking of which, where’s Wesley?” asked Ron craning his neck to see the High Table’s missing teacher.

“I’ll tell you later,” muttered Harry. Anastasia looked at him curiously but he shook his head. She nodded and went back to her dinner.

“This is so unexpected,” said a flustered Hermione, “To think we’ll have Wesley as a DADA teacher!”

Ron scowled at her but she didn’t notice as she chattered happily about what they were going to study this year.

“I used to think that the day would never come/I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun/My morning sun is the drug that brings me near/To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear/I used to think that the day would never come/That my life would depend on the morning sun.”

Harry looked at his friends and at his surroundings. He was glad to be home.

* * *

“Professor Bristow?” urged a voice.

Sydney came crashing back down to earth like a satellite. “Yes, where was I?”

“You were in the middle of explaining how automobiles work,” Meliza Masterson offered.

Sydney smiled at Meliza. She then realized it was also Mel who shook her from her fog.

“Yes of course. Muggle automobiles work by the mechanical firing of pistons. By mechanical, I mean…”

“Fingers trace your every outline/Paint a picture with my hands/Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm/Change the weather still together when it ends.”

Class dismissed noisily. It was Sydney’s first day as “Professor Bristow, Muggle Studies teacher.” She thought it had a better ring to it than “Sydney Bristow, CIA lap dog.” This new phase in her life thrilled her and scared her all at the same time. She tried to remember everyone’s generous words of encouragement. And besides, it also helped that she spent most of her life in the Muggle world. Some of the students had grown up exclusively in wizarding homes, and had only passing knowledge of how Muggle things worked. Sydney never knew that explaining how a television worked could be so rewarding.

“Anastasia, Seamus, wait a minute, will you? I want to speak to the professor,” Meliza said to her friends.

“Sure, no problem,” he said. They had Double Potions together next and he could wait.

“We’ll go with you,” Anastasia offered, grabbing Hermione’s elbow and dragging her up with Meliza. They both knew what she wanted to talk about.

“Professor?” Meliza asked warmly.

Sydney grinned widely at them. “How did I do?”



“Two thumbs up!”

Sydney blushed and adjusted her professor’s robes. “Really? I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent about cell phones.”

“You had my attention,” Anastasia reassured her.

“You did sort of phase out on us though,” Hermione asked. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“I’ve been having dreams…” Sydney began.

“Like Angel?” Meliza asked in a hushed voice.

“No, more like my missing two years,” Sydney replied sadly. “But they’re all jumbled together and don’t really make any chronological sense.”

“The Pensieve,” Meliza blurted out.

“Would that work on a Muggle born?” Anastasia argued.

“Maybe,” Hermione piped up. “But I’m sure it would be a great risk, I’m sure of it.”

“Wait, slow down. What’s a ‘Pensieve?'” Sydney asked.

“Professor Snape borrows Professor Dumbledore’s from time to time, I wonder why you haven’t seen it,” Anastasia explained. “Harry said Professor Snape uses it for their Occlumency lessons together.”

“Oh!” Sydney said, suddenly remembering. “The silver basin with the light?”

“Yeah!” the girls said in unison.

“We’re gonna be late!” Seamus called from the open doorway, as more children from Sydney’s next class spilled in from around him.

“We’ll talk more about this later, okay?” Sydney told them.

“Okay. Good luck Professor!” Hermione said.

“That may be all I need/In darkness she is all I see/Come and rest your bones with me/Driving slow on sunday morning/And I never want to leave.”

Sydney grinned and shooed them away. She reassured herself for the millionth time that this was the right decision.

* * *

Wesley arrived back on the first day of term at Hogwarts. He’d been in a daze ever since he’d met Illyria and was finding it hard to accept that Fred was gone. His logical mind told him that she was in there somewhere, and all he had to do was get her back. The other part wanted to accept that she was gone, but he stubbornly held onto hope.

Faith was in the grounds helping Hagrid to pick the vegetables for the school when she spotted Wesley coming up the path. Excusing herself from a bemused Hagrid she jogged up to meet him.

“Hey,” she started, “You OK?”

Wesley looked at her with even deader eyes then when he’d left and cleared his throat, “No Faith I am not OK. My girlfriend’s been possessed by a goddess and I don’t know if I can get her back.”

“I feel so extraordinary/Something’s got a hold on me/I get this feeling I’m in motion/A sudden sense of liberty.”

Faith didn’t blanch as his scathing words hit her; she knew he was hurting inside. “All I’m saying is if you need to talk or whatever I’m here. I like Fred, I think it’s a terrible shame she’s possessed, but there’s nothing you can do. Some of the technical people explained to me what happened to her, and as far as I can see there’s no way to bring her back. You have to let her go Wesley,” she said gently.

Wesley punched her before she could see the blow coming, “She’s not gone! She’s still alive! I’m going to get her back!” he screamed with every punch to her body.

“The chances are we’ve gone too far/You took my time and you took my money/Now I fear you’ve left me standing/In a world that’s so demanding.”

Hagrid hurried up to the pair before Wesley injured Faith even more. She kept taking the punches, knowing Wesley needed this. He struggled as Hagrid pulled him off a wounded Faith.

“Wha’ are you doin’?” bellowed Hagrid to Wesley who was still struggling against Hagrid’s giant arms.

Faith winced as she tried to pick herself up. “It’s OK Hagrid,” she said looking at the now slack Wesley, “I’ll be fine by tomorrow. Maybe you should take Wes to the hospital wing though. I’m not sure he’s safe to be around anyone right now.”

“I used to think that the day would never come/I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun/My morning sun is the drug that brings me near/To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear/I used to think that the day would never come/That my life would depend on the morning sun.”

Hagrid nodded as Faith followed the sagging Wesley being guided by a firm Hagrid to the school. She thought Wesley could trust her, she thought they’d worked through the hurt that she had caused him when she nearly killed him. It seemed like her path to redemption had hit a major snag.

* * *

“Okay, wands at the ready!” Buffy said, breathing heavily. She had had to teach DADA by herself for several days now, and it just was not going well at all. “Begin!”

Buffy was never big on books, and desperately needed Wesley to decipher half the words. But he was still grappling with the loss of Fred and would not be coming to class for a few more days.

“Professor Summers?” asked an intrigued Severus. He stood in the open doorway to her classroom with a bemused smile on his face.

“I can’t do this anymore!” Buffy whispered torturedly. Her first year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were having a ball. Buffy had told them to practice what they were supposed to have read the night before for homework.

“Sit down,” Snape ordered the class. They did as they were told.

“You were saying Professor?” Snape guided her sharply.

“Yes,” Buffy said, trying to breathe. “Now where was I?”

The class ended without further incident. That was because Snape stayed in the room and leered at any student who dared move his butt from the bench.

“Thank you Severus,” Buffy said sincerely.

“Any time, Miss Summers. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he said with a sweep of his robes. He chased out the remaining students to leave Buffy alone for a few minutes before her class.

Buffy shut her books, opened her mouth and screamed, her voice echoing off the hallways of the surrounding DADA room loudly.

“Buffy!” Sydney cried, turning on her heel and running towards the room. She just happened to be passing by in the hall.

Several other students, Harry and Ron among them, stood in the doorway to stare at her.

Buffy realized that everyone had come running. She waved at them with a big grin.

“Sorry, I had to blow some steam. I’m good now. Thanks!”

* * *

Wesley had assured Madam Pomfrey that he was not a danger to himself or the students and reluctantly she had let him go. He felt dreadful for what he done to Faith, and puzzled as to why she had taken the blows from him despite her strength.

But there was one person he needed to mend bridges with first before he went to see her.

“Hello?” called Wesley entering the seemingly empty DADA classroom.

Buffy glared at him from her marking then stood up. Wesley started to look worried as she came closer; an angry Slayer was dangerous to be around. Then without warning she hugged him fiercely and punched him on the arm.

“You are a stupid man, y’know that? Leaving me to handle an insane bunch of kids with magical powers that could kill me with a pointy stick in an instant,” said Buffy in an angry whisper.

Wesley gulped.

“I’m sorry Buffy,” said Wesley sincerely trying to edge his way out of her death grip.

“I understand Wes,” she said gently letting him go. “What are you gonna do?” She was referencing the situation with Fred and knew from personal experience what it was like to have someone possessing your body.

“She’s in there somewhere Buffy, I just have to get her back. All I have to do is research it,” said Wesley with a determined glint in his eye.

Nodding understandingly Buffy briskly walked back to the large pile of essays she”d been handed by her seventh year students on what they had learned last year in DADA. “So, you gonna stand their all day or help me with this marking?” asked Buffy briskly turning away to the large pile of scrolls on the desk.

“I used to think that the day would never come/I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun/My morning sun is the drug that brings me near/To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear/I used to think that the day would never come/That my life would depend on the morning sun.”

Wesley followed her and picked up a scroll from the pile.

Fade out

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