Faith the Voldemort Slayer

Chapter 1

'A Crazy Idea'

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting around the Gryffindor Common room. Harry stood up onto his feet.

"Argh!" Harry screamed. "I don't want to do this anymore!" Hermione stood up in front of Harry, and Ron remained seated.

"Harry you know you have to you're the only one!" Hermione shouted back. Ron sat quietly on the couch to wait for the heated argument to pass.

"BUT I CAN'T!" Harry yelled at her. "MAYBE THERE IS NO 'CHOSEN ONE'! MAYBE…" he paused for a moment.

"Yes Harry," Ron said quietly. "I think you are the chosen one, the only one that can defeat Voldemort," He looked at Harry. Harry's eyes brightened and a smile spread across his face.

"The chosen one," he said quietly. He jumped up and then back down. "THE CHOSEN ONE!" he sprinted up the stairs into the boy's dormitory. Hermione pulled her hands through her hair and slumped down into a chair.

Harry came running down the dormitory steps with a stationary in his hands no more that a minute after he left. He kneeled down at the tiny table in front of the fire place and pulled out a quill and paper, and he then began to write. Ron and Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry to see him writing something down very quickly. Seamus and Neville came down the steps, they had been sleeping, and Harry must have woken them up.

"What's going on?" Seamus asked. Hermione looked at the boys and then back at Harry. She was mad that he had woken them. All Ron was trying to do was hold back laughs at the sight of Neville's hair.

"Sorry guys," Harry said, waving his quill at them above his head. "I was looking for something you can go back to sleep." The boys look at each other and headed up the stairs. Harry continued to write. Hermione and Ron again gazed down to Harry.

"Err….," Ron said. "Harry?"

"Yeah?" Harry responded right away biting his lip.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Harry set his quill in the ink and stood up. He looked at Ron and Hermione with a huge smile spread across his face.

"The Chosen One!" He exclaimed. Ron and Hermione starred at him blankly. "The Chosen One?" he said again; this time with more hopes that they would understand. Still no reaction. "THE SLAYER!" he yelled. Hermione rolled her eyes and threw herself into another chair. She rubbed her hand over her forehead. Ron had a look in his eyes as if Harry were insane.

"Harry," Hermione said. "You know The Slayer is only for vampires." Harry still was smiling.

"And demons!" He added. Hermione rolled her eyes yet again.

"Point taken," she told him.

"Look guys," Harry began. "I know it's a crazy idea, but it might just work!" Ron and Hermione burst out laughing, and Harry sat down and continued to write. Hermione and Ron sat down and watched Harry write the letter.

Just a few minutes later, Harry jumped up and wrapped the message in a roll. He ran out of the room into the hallway. Hermione and Ron followed. Harry ran to the owlery and found Hedwig. He tied the message around her foot and sent her out the window. Hermione and Ron stood watching him as he was attaching the message to Hedwig.

"He's out of his mind," Hermione said to Ron as Hedwig flew out of the window. Harry looked at the two, his smile huge. Hermione started to crack up and she walked out the door and back to the common room. They all headed up to the dormitory and went to sleep.

It was a week after Faith Lehane, Buffy Summers, Buffy's gang, and the potential slayers all closed the Hellmouth in Sunnydale and saved the world. Now, Faith was just one of the many slayers among the world. After Willow had performed the spell, all girls that could be a slayer, will be slayers. Buffy and her gang were there to collect the slayers, and train them so that they will be more like Faith and Buffy. Faith was a more experienced slayer, a slayer who was chosen, she was the chosen one. But that's just because Buffy died for like two minutes then another slayer was called, Kendra, then Kendra died and Faith was called.

She was now living in an apartment in Boston Massachusetts, her home state. She had pretty much regained all of her strength from the war that her and the girls had gone through, but she was still really trying to recover from when a bomb went off on her and she was unconscious for a very long time.

She had just woken up and went into the kitchen of her apartment. She walked over to her refrigerator and pulled out a piece of pizza left over from last night and a beer. She looked at her breakfast and put the beer back in the fridge. She sat down on a stool at her countertop and started to eat the cold pizza. It was really quiet in her house; Faith had yet to bring a man home from the club a few blocks away from her apartment. She took a bite of her pizza. She heard a knock on her window; she looked over and saw a white owl perched up on the window ledge outside. She jumped out of her seat half scared to death. She dropped her pizza on a paper plate and she accidentally knocked over the stool she was sitting on. She walked cautiously over to the window. She tapped it a few times to see if the huge bird would fly away, but it didn't. She opened up the window and stuck her head out. She took a look at the owl. Faith was never a huge animal fan, but then again she did beg her abusive mother for a puppy when she was younger. But she noticed that the bird was being very nice, very tame. She reached her hand out and stroked Hedwig on the head, she did not fly away. Faith noticed that there was a paper attached to her foot. She untied the paper and read to herself,

Dear Faith,

My name is Harry Potter. I am in a witchcraft and wizardry school called Hogwarts and I'm 'The Chosen One' so everyone says, but I know different. They say I'm the chosen one because they all think that I can defeat the Dark Lord. But I don't think I can. I need your help to defeat him. All day today hang out by your fireplace. I will be there.

Faith believed every word, ok some kind of wizard. It's new to her, because she knew there was magic, Buffy, Angel, and everyone used magic all the time. But she didn't know that there were actually schools that taught it. 'He must be some kind of wizard that is way different than what I am used to,' Faith thought. She really didn't want to sit around by her fireplace all day, she wanted to go to the club, but she decided that some boy needs her help and that's what she is for. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the bird was no longer there. She rolled up the bit of parchment and finished eating her pizza. She got dressed, and sat down in her living room area and watched TV her fireplace right behind her.