AN: The Buffy characters are the Harry Potter characters...if you know what i mean!!
Summary: basically the same as the Harry Potter movies...just little different i guess.
AN: The characters you think i would put somewhere might end up different...if you want to know why just ask!!
AN: Also slight changes with the characters...example the character for Harry Potter is obviously Buffy Summers...see what i mean??...Harry is a boy while Buffy is obviously a girl
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE BUFFY CHARACTERS AND SOME OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS...(if any Harry Potter characters show up, actually there probably will but yeah)...AND I DON'T OWN THE HARRY POTTER PLOT LINE!! The Buffy characters belong to Joss Whedon and all those lucky people...also Harry Potter belongs to someone else...i just don't know who!!
AN: This is my first story...the other story on my user page was NOT written by me...but my friend!!
AN: sorry bout all these AN...please if you guys could tell me your reading and if you could give me criticism to improve my writing!!
AN: just to make myself happy the Mrs. Summers in this story isn't Joyce...fyi...She's the same name as in the movie...and Mr. Summers name is James like in the movie.
AN: sorry but i don't know how to spell the spells...lol
I'm pretty sure there's more...i just can't think of it at the moment!!
Buffy Summers
The Sorceress Stone
It was night. Night. What exactly is night? Night is when children go into there beds and dream about rainbows and ponies. Night is when the sun goes down and teenagers come out of there house to party and hang out with there friends. Night is when most adults settle down with there spouse and wait for there next day of work to appear. Well that's what night was to ordinary people. Unfortunately the Summers family wasn't ordinary. No, the Summers family was anything but ordinary.
Revello Drive was quiet that night. The birds sleep. The cats were asleep on their silky pillows. Dogs weren't awake to bark at cars that drove by.
Tonight was the perfect night for the shadow of night to lurk on the street. Slowly a cloaked figure stepped out of the trees and walked up the path to the current family at 1630 Revello Drive. Looking around the shadow noticed a couple of lights in the house signaling at least someone was up.
"Alahamora" The creature whispered in a husky voice while flicking his wrist.
The creature heard a click letting the wizard know he successfully unlocked his victims house. Slowly the newly painted white door opened without a sound. Apparently the hinges were greased as well, making the shadows task simpler. Silently the hooded figure crept into the entrance. Looking around was a comfy home. White carpet with tanned couches filled the living room to his left. He looked to his right and saw what looked to be a dining room. Wooden chairs and a table occupied the middle of the room. In the back he saw a book shelfed used to hold very few books, instead it held more pictures and glass decorations. In front of the figure were to paths he could of taken. One was a hallway that led to the kitchen. And the other were the stairs leading him to where he knew the parents were saying goodnight to there 1 month old child. Oblivious to the world around them, and apparently in there home.
The figure walked up the stairs without moments hesitation of looking in the kitchen. He reached the top of the steps and glanced to his right. Noticing to his right a large room which appeared to be the master bedroom.
The figure stepped into the room. It held a king size bed covered in a burgundy colored bed sheets. In front of the bed stood a T.V. Much like the one in the living room downstairs. It looked to be about a 36' screen standing in a lightly colored entertainment set.
If he were good he would of considered living in a house like built and arranged like this. Unfortunately he was swayed to the dark side. Living in a castle surrounded by spider webs and minions who didn't understand the meaning "Get the job done, and get it done right!"
He was sealing this mission once and for all after useless attempts for the death.
He was in this room for one reason and one reason only. James Summers was standing with his back turned looking out at the midnight blue sky searching for a star. But none were in his line of view.
"James Summers" the creature breathed. Sliding his tounge to just the right position so each "s" in his name was hung in the air just moments longer than the rest.
James, having heard a snake-like sound whisper his name, turned just in time to see a bright lime green light flash his direction.
Lily turned back to the door. Cautiously she but her new born into her white painted crib. Lily covered her daughter in a pink blanket surrounded by a white lace. Pulling a stuffed pig she receive when she was younger off the painted white shelf and gave it to a smiling little girl.
After hearing footsteps that where sounding larger than James she pulled a stick out of her sleeve. Most people would she a neatly carved stick with beautifully crafted designs circling certain parts of the stick.
She was scared of what was coming. Sure she was one of the most powerful witches to retire. But like everyone else, she was afraid of what was to come. Only two things scared her. One being right beside her smiling without a care of what going on to her. While the other, she had a sick feeling was just beyond that door.
Turning her back for a second she looked at her baby and smiled. "I love you Buffy. I will always love you."
She turned back to the door to wait for the intruder. Of coarse, she was too late. There he was standing not two yards away from her was Lord Voldemort.
She was going to attach him, but she was a little slow. He already had the words spoken and a lime green flashed at her too.
Moving her shoulder to glimpse at Buffy she was hit and on the ground before she could look away.
Then, Voldemort stalked toward the crib and stared at the little girl looking back at him.
Lord Voldemort whispered one of the deadly curses at the girl, only to be torn away from the child before him and slammed down to the ground. The only difference was Voldemort wasn't in the Summers Residence, but in his own.
He couldn't believe it. An innocent little girl managed to survive dead at the hands of the lord.
"NNNOOOOOO!!" The evil creature yelled into the night.
Outside of Private Drive sat a gray stripped tabby. Her eyes never leaving the house just across the street from her. The a flash to her left and she looked at the elderly man pulling the power from the lights to his own possession.
Then she started to walk. A tingly feeling went through her body as everything around her started to look the right size.
"Professor. Do we have to leave her at these people? Their monsters. I can't imagine what they might do to her."
" Yes Joyce, their the only family she has. I wish we didn't, but I'm sorry. Giles should be here with her in a few moments." The two professors looked to one another when a street motorcycle sounded in the air.
In the air a motorcycle was flying toward them. The engine blaring into the night as the rider skidded to a stop just along side the two professors.
"Angel" the rider acknowledged, "Joyce" nodding to her as well.
"Good work Rupert" Angel greeted. He was soon handed a pink bundle. He looked at the blanket. "Buffy" was stitched along the corner. "I'm sorry Buffy."
Laying the bundle with a note saying who she was, the three wizards left toward the school.
AN: sooo how was the first chapter...tell me what you think please...especially if i should continue...cause you know i could always stop and i know some people don't like that...me for example...so please tell me how im doing!!