AN: This happened when Whistler took Buffy away...

I don't own anything of this story - besides the idea to combine Buffy, Harry Potter and Ranma in this way.

Prologue

Halloween 1991 – Godric's Hollow

"Lily, take Harry and run."

"No, James."

"Stay away, girl."

"Not Harry, please, not Harry."

"Avada Kedavra"

No an unseen battle begun. The killing curse rebounded and hit Voldemort. His body vanished, only a green mist reminded. Part of it followed a slight connection to the child and infiltrated his head.

The soul of this child sensed something was wrong. Very wrong. Instinctively the boy turned into a girl. The green mist was now in a graveyard facing a blond woman with a scythe.

"What do you want here?" "You want to defeat me? Insolent child. You are mine now." The mist attacked.

The woman chuckled. "Sorry, but here we play after my rules. You are so dead." She swung the scythe through the mist. Then the mist was no more.

Outside the only thing attesting the internal battle was a bleeding wound in form of a bolt on the girls forehead. The girl wasn't consciousness anymore. She didn't notice Whistler coming and taking her away before others arrived at the scene.

"Very well, Slayer. The first part is done. Now we have to see, the old man doesn't get to lay a finger on you. But don't worry, I know the perfect parents for you. We only have to convince them..." Whistler chuckled.

In the distance a bike could be heard. "Time to go, Slayer." Whistler vanished.

Moments later the bike stopped in front of the house. A man in his early twenties dismounted and went to the front door. His eyes showed fear. At the same moment a huge guy with wild black hair and a black beard arrived.

"Hagrid, what happened here?" The young man asked. "Don't know, Sirius. I'm here on Professor Dumbledore's order. Have to take Harry to him." "Do you think they might have survived?" "Let's check."

The men went into the house and saw a body lying on the floor. "James! James, no!" "Sorry, Sirius, he's dead." Sirius kneed next to James while Hagrid climbed up the stairs. In the nursery laid a woman with dark red hair. Her once bright green eyes were now dull and widened from fear.

Next to the door was a black robe. The crip was empty. The child was nowhere to be seen. "Sirius, come upstairs!" "What's the matter?" "Harry is missing!"

"What?" Sirius stormed upstairs. He was now opnely crying. "How? Where could he be? Uh, was that robe Voldemort?" Hagrid flinched. "Don't know, better inform Dumbledore."

"Ok, I have something else to do. Have a rat to find!" Sirius straightened up. Nobody noticed a trembling rat with a long stick in its mouth. The rat silently hushed away.

The traitor still couldn't believe what happened. He waited outside when suddenly all went quiet. Than he turned into a rat and went inside. The only remains of his master were the robe and his precious wand.

Somehow his master was away. But he was so powerful. He would come back one day. But what to do…

Later at Hogwarts a certain headmaster was not a happy camper. A few minutes ago a crying Hagrid informed him the Potters were dead and little Harry was nowhere to be found. His plans were ruined.

He had convinced Sirius to let Peter become secret keeper and now that. Ok, he had to change the plan. Neville Longbottom was only a day older than Harry. He already planned for his parents to die at death eaters hands. Maybe if he could speed the timetable up. With some glamour Neville could go through as Harry. He had to speak to Severus now!

While Dumbledore paced through his office he was monitored by Fawkes. Fawkes was a phoenix and not bonded with Dumbledore like all people assumed. Fawkes was a creature of the light and would never bind to someone as dark as him. He was only here because he knew in a few years his true familiar would come into this school and would bring the downfall for certain dark lords. Known as well as unknown. Until then he would observe.

The next day another attack was reported. The Longbottoms were attacked by some unknown death eaters. Alice and Frank were tortured with the cruciatus into insanity and Neville was found dead.

The following night in little Whinging, Surrey

"Albus, we can't let him here. They are Muggles of the worst kind!" "Minerva, we have to. They are his only remaining relatives and I'm sure they will love him as he is of their blood."

With these words Albus Dumbledore greatest wizard and master manipulator of his time laid a little bundle with a mop of black hair and green eyes in front of the door. "What is with his scar?" "The scar will remain. One day it may be useful. And Harry will become famous for it."

With these words he turned around and with a pop they both vanished. The next morning a thin horsefaced woman would find a bundle with a letter. The bundle was her nephew Harry Potter. The only known wizard ever to survive the killing curse.