While working on the bus, a famous little face pops itself into the open doors. A sweetheart that’s been stressed out of his mind, and you do what you do best. Help those in need. Along with show you might have a talent for Nifflers, on top of a talent for flustering Magizoologists
Warnings: very adorable fluff, tooth rotting fluff, fluster newt, newt being painfully adorable, and of course TEDDY SHENANIGANS
“Ooooo we got a celebrity joining us tonight-!” You heard you coworker, a talking head, shout to you. You wondered who that could be, as you finished tidying up the beds. Ready for whatever lost soul is needing a good rest. Pillows fluffed, blankets laid out, and wheels oiled to keep people from flying.
“Oh no no. Im not celebrity-“ A almost timid voice would speak, as you hurried down from the upper floor. Once your shoes hit the ground, your eyes went wide with who they landed on. A man in a blue jacket, fluffy hair, and a suit case in hand. Newt Scamander. In the flesh.
“No way-“ You whispered, before those big blue eyes were on you. He gave a shy little wave, before rummaging in his pocket. Pulling out his ticket, and snapping you back to reality. As instinct, you were quick to sort it out. Not even needing to look at your hands, as you kept them on him. Snip, snap, POP, done!
“Normally we never pry, but uh. What’s a guy like you doing on a bus like ours-?” You asked. You were a Knight Bus Worker. You had to be social, after all. So being direct with people, no matter the face, is an important skill to have. One that was leaving him embarrassed.
“Well, seems you know who I am. Guess you can kinda put two and two together. Not many people trust that I’ll keep my friends under control.” He admits, with a smile that said it hurt him. They were animals. Not their fault after all. You won’t lie, though. It’s touching how he would simply turn those people away. Compared to following their rules, and leaving his friends behind.
“I mean, we’ve had the shadiest people come on here. Better to have Hippogriff shit on the bed than human shit. Least with a bird like that, you know they couldn’t help it.” You would put, rather bluntly, which had him smile. Knowing he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone on the bus, given you were being very direct with him. Compared to sugar coating, or babying him because of his Hufflepuff nature. People tended to do that, and even he was getting annoyed. A welcome change it was.
“I’ll take you to the upper floor, so you can have more room. Not a lot of people go up there, because of motion sickness. So you’ll have plenty of room to stretch your legs-!” You comforted, as you were making his night. A place to actually rest, and work with his care. You were just his angel. He wanted to hug you so badly, and you can tell with his arms tensing. Once a Hufflepuff, always a Hufflepuff.
“Bring it in-“ You reassured, and he nearly lifted you off the ground. Made you wheeze, but you couldn’t deny it. Hufflepuffs gave the best hugs. Not many people liked to treat you more than part of the bus, so it was a very nice change. Felt good to get a hug.
“Truly, I am so grateful. Be nice to sleep in a bed for a while. Not to say I do not enjoy nature, but we all live in certain environments for a reason after all." The older man said, when he finally set you free. Must be so hard, world traveling. Maybe he was home sick, so he was back in England for a while. Maybe animals were in need. Who knows! You just know he needed rest.
"Come on up then." You would escort him to the second floor of the double decker bus, and would lead him to a freshly made bed. You also made sure the frame was secure, wheels smooth, anything that could cause issues in his stay. Just wanting him to get some rest. As you did, you were not aware of Newt having a panic attack behind you. The moment you turned; he quickly hid his suitcase. Smiling big, with eyes darting everywhere.
"Doing alright? Seem a bit shaken, what's up?" You asked, as he keeps his nervous smile. A tug at his collar, before his eyes were now staring at something behind you. That made you raise a brow, before you slowly turned around. Just as you did, something jumped on you. You gave a shout, before you were tumbling into the once Hufflepuff. Both of you crashing to the ground.
"TEDDY-! NO! WEVE BEEN OVER THIS-!" You heard him shout, as you were helped up. Now you had a niffler choking you out, given he was dangling off your lanyard. Now knowing it was a niffler, you weren't upset. Your lanyard had many shiny pins and buttons. It can't be helped.
"Aw, you want a pin?" You cooed, as you soon scooped the little gremlin into your arms. Him still holding the lanyard, as Newt calmed down. Surprised to see Teddy calm as well. Just looking up at you with those big eyes. Sparkling with desire. You knew what to do, given many a child has ridden the bus. For one reason or another.
"Here is a nice shiny pin, all for you." You smiled, as you rummaged in your pocket. Soon you had a pin in hand, designed to look like the knight bus. With glittery windows, that made it sparkle like stars. That had the niffler let go of the lanyard, and make grabby hands for the pin. Into his tiny hands it went, and he hugged it tightly. A little chirp of happiness, before it went into his pouch. Safe and sound. Now he was satisfied, for the time being.
"Amazing..." Newt whispered, before he would take Teddy back. The little guy was quick to pull the new possession out, and showed it to his dad. Newt gave a 'ooo' and his eyes sparkled all the same. Just like a father, to a toddler. Melted your heart, to see a bond. How he kissed Teddy's head, and he gave chirps of joy.
"You have a talent for animals, I can see it clear as day. Teddy is always a handful, but like that you had it under control. No panic, and quick to find a solution. Amazing." He praised you, resulting a heavy blush on your face. What a praise and honor it was. Newt Scamander, praising your skills.
"Toddlers and nifflers are basically the same thing." You brushed off, before the bus was quick to make its sharp stop. You didnt move a inch, of course, but the father and son went flying. You winced, when Newt slammed into the window. He did, however, made sure to keep teddy wrapped around his arms. Pressed into his chest, so that the little thing suffered as little damage as possible. Such a pure soul.
"There is a reason we have complinetry sleeping potions and pain killers. Check the bedside table, back to work I go!" You waved goodbye, with Teddy waving bye as well. Since his dad was busy with new back pain.
Just like how it always was. Taking tickets, escorting newbies, comforting lost children, punching a drunk here and there. A typical night for the bus. As it was getting closer to the end of your shift, you would go and check on the famous celebrity. Up the stairs, and to the second floor.
There he was. His brief case locked to the bed frame, with an enchanted chain, and his coat hung up. His face pressed into the pillow, showing his knocked out face. Drooling, in a much needed rest. All the while little Teddy was snuggled close to his father. His face tucked under the man’s chin, and tiny hands hugging his dress shirt close. Safe, under the man’s arm.
You would sneak over, and make sure the blanket was pulled high enough for him and Teddy. Poor souls needed it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spend a few nights here. As if you would complain. The company would be needed, and who knows. Maybe a Pest Control guy would be needed. Sure get wild animagi coming in sometimes.
With Newt tucked in, and adjusting the pillow for Teddy, you would return down the stairs. All to be teased by that talking head for growing overly friendly with the celebrity. All it took was a flick, and he was spinning. That had you laugh, as you stretched.
Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter
Rating: M
Word Count: 13k
Summary: Albus Potter knows that his job is nothing special. He drives the Knight Bus, a wild ride ready to transport any witch or wizard in need as long as it's after dark. The route rarely deviates, and the passengers are always the same: detached, exhausted, and just trying to avoid cranial damage. Albus is content with his life, for the most part. It is only every daybreak when he faces a crushing loneliness.
It is in late summer when an otherwise ordinary evening takes a turn, and the Knight Bus is summoned to a long-forgotten estate in Wiltshire. Someone called Scorpius Malfoy boards, and Albus can't help but feel a connection with him. Their lives, which had ran parallel for so long, have finally converged, and Albus is desperate to prolong the journey. But by the time Albus realizes that he's fallen for Scorpius, the Knight Bus has reached its last stop.
Y'all ever wonder how far the Knight Bus goes? Like does it have its own routes, or could you just be stranded in the middle of fuckass nowhere and just. stick out your wand and then all of a sudden Stan Shunpike is giving you the whole rigamarole. Can the Knight Bus legally transport through American streets.
Getting Sirius and Remus into Hogwarts undetected was a lot harder than it had been just sneaking James and Regulus in. There was just no way to get four fully grown men, especially the lanky Remus, under James’s old invisibility cloak.
They snuck into Hogsmeade under disillusionment charms and broke into Honeydukes. Regulus seemed fascinated by the trap door and tunnel that led into Hogwarts itself.
“How any of you had time to study while you were sneaking around the castle at all hours and galavanting in the forbidden forest with a werewolf, I’ll never know,” Regulus shook his head in wonder. James planted a kiss on his head and tucked him under his arm as they continued down the tunnel. In no time, they were clambering out of the humpback witch and standing in the third-floor corridor.
Using hidden passages and sneakways, the small group managed to get up to the seventh floor undetected.
“Right just a second,” James whispered. Sirius heard him pacing, and then a door appeared in the solid stone wall. Merlin, he loved this castle. The door creaked open and they entered the come-and-go room.
The room was enormous, it was easily twice the size of the Great Hall and then some. Sirius tilted his head back and could just about make out the ceiling, obscured in the gloom above them.
“Right, then,” He said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get to it.” He could already smell the sweet cloying scent of the dark magic that made up the Horcrux in his human state, Padfoot would just help them narrow down the search area.
He took a moment to reacquaint himself with Padfoot once he'd transformed. He hadn’t been him as much lately, since becoming a werewolf if he was being honest and he missed him. He shook out his long shaggy coat and inhaled a deep breath through his nose before he took off at a run, barking wildly.
His feet thudded loudly against the stone and the others were quickly left far behind, but he could smell it, it was so close. He hurtled around a precariously stacked bundle of broken chairs and skidded to a stop. He lifted his nose and sniffed in quick breaths, trying to pinpoint it, and there beside a bust of an unfortunate-looking warlock was the diadem. He transformed back into his human body and picked it up.
It was old and discoloured, but still beautiful. He turned it over in his hands and smiled sadly at the inscription etched into the silver. ‘Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.’ He silently cursed Voldemort that they were again going to have to destroy a historical artefact because of what he’d done to it. Regulus came up behind him and held out the box with the basilisk fang in it.
“We wouldn’t have found it without you,” He said graciously. Sirius shook his head.
“Nah, it’s Moony’s turn,” He handed the diadem over to Remus, who held it at arm’s length.
“Hey look at this,” James had finally caught up, his hands full of broken knick-knacks. “All it needs is a new wheel, and it’ll be good as new,” He held up a miniature model of the Knight Bus.
“Yes, James, sounds lovely, but we do have more important business to attend to right now,” Regulus said, but there was no bite to it as those words would have had only weeks ago. Sirius couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face. Who’d have thought those two fit together so well? He turned just as Remus brought the fang down on the diadem. It cracked and spit into multiple pieces, a dark tar-like substance oozing out from the breaks. They'd done it, another Horcrux destroyed. Only one left to go.
How do you think knight bus works? Like a wizard/witch just puts their arm up and it just detects them?
In OotP Tonks summons the bus so probably you have to think about it but how does Harry summons it in PoA? He had no idea about it's existence then.
Does it use a trace? But you can't put a trace on an adult or it's like some sort of charm like voldemort has put on his bame in DH?
Well, let's see what we're told about it:
If he was already expelled (his heart was now thumping painfully fast), a bit more magic couldn’t hurt. He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father — what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather-light, tied it to his broomstick, covered himself in the cloak, and flew to London? Then he could get the rest of his money out of his vault and . . . begin his life as an outcast.
[...]
Harry stepped backward. His legs hit his trunk and he tripped. His wand flew out of his hand as he flung out an arm to break his fall, and he landed, hard, in the gutter —
[...]
“Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve —”
The conductor stopped abruptly.
(PoA, 32-33)
“Come on, the quicker we get on the bus the better,” said Tonks, and Harry thought there was nervousness in the glance she threw around the square. Lupin flung out his right arm.
BANG.
A violently purple, triple-decker bus had appeared out of thin air in front of them, narrowly avoiding the nearest lamppost, which jumped backward out of its way.
(OotP, 524)
It seems there isn't really a spell per se, as Lupin doesn't even use his wand and Harry drops his. All you need to do is stick out your hand. And that's exactly what Stan Shunpike tells Harry: "stick out your wand hand and we'll take you anywhere,"
The Knight Bus was commissioned in 1865 according to Pottermore, so unlike The Trace and other such magics, it doesn't work on an ancient, long-forgotten spell. So, let's narrow down what you really need to summon the Knight Bus to figure out how the bus's magic could recognize it:
Stick out your wand hand over the road. This seems to be supported by all accounts of the bus, and Stan's words.
Wish to be transported by the bus. Magic is all about intention in the HP universe, so the desire for transportation likely plays a part here. This is also implied by Remus, Harry, and Stan to be part of it. Before Sirius scared Harry, Harry was thinking about traveling via broom, about how to live his life from this point onwards, so the intention of transportation was there.
So, how can the Knight Bus's magic recognize this?
Honestly, I think this is its own unique spell. We know spells can be created (as Snape came up with quite a few), and we know some spells are intended to be cast silently (like Levicorpus), so why would summoning the Knight Bus not be like that?
You think about summoning the Knight Bus, that's the intention part of the spell and it's meant to be cast silently. The wand movement is to raise your arm over the curb where you want the Knight Bus to appear (instructions for the spells on how to accomplish its intent), so this spell really gives the magic all the information needed to call the Knight Bus.
If it is indeed a spell like I illustrated, it'll make sense Harry could call it by accident. Spells can be cast accidentally, and this spell is probably no different.
This spell is probably enchanted into the Knight Bus to let it know where it is being summoned to. Basically, the wizard/witch who invented the Knight Bus didn't only invent the bus and all the enchantments to allow it to travel the way it does, but also this spell to summon it that can be cast without a wand. I'd guess it's a spell that doesn't require a lot of magic or finesse to really allow everyone to use it. And I think if whoever the inventor was could enchant the Knight Bus itself, it's not far-fetched to believe they could create a spell like that.
