Ok, this is just a little short story I'm thinking about making a full story but not sure how to proceed...It's a crossover with characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter/Criminal Minds...
I do NOT own any characters, just borrowing them...R&R please
She jolted awake, peering around her into the darkness, disoriented. Trying to move her hands, she found them bound behind her. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
A shadowy figure moved forward, stepping close enough to be seen but unrecognizable. Luminous purple eyes watched their captive intently. In a soft whisper, the shadow asked, "Do you remember what happened?"
Shaking her head, the bound woman replied, "No, I don't remember how I got here. I only remember walking through an alley and then.." She trailed off as a memory of getting attacked by a vampire came back. "I was attacked by something and they bit me."
"Yes, I found you two before he killed you but he was already feeding you his blood," the shadow said, confirming the captive's story. "Since you haven't changed, you can leave."
"If you haven't noticed, my hands are bound behind my back," the captive said sarcastically.
Chuckling, the shadow said, "Slayer, we both know you can get out by yourself. Not much can stop you."
"Who are you? And how do you know who I am?" the slayer asked, breaking her shackles.
"Bellatrix Black," the shadow introduced. "And I know of you because I'm a witch. Not Wicca like your friend Willow, but a wand-wielding witch."
"Why am I here?" the slayer asked, standing slowly.
"I wanted to make sure you weren't turned and to meet you. You're quite popular in the wizarding world." Bellatrix said honestly, staying within the shadows. "You were meant to be a part of my world but the Watcher's Council forbids slayers from using any kind of magic. You are both a witch and slayer."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" the slayer asked cautiously.
"Ask your Watcher, he knows of my world," Bellatrix said before turning on the spot and disappearing.
Looking around her, the slayer, Buffy Summers, searched for a way out. It was close to curfew and if her mom found her out this late, she'd be grounded until her 18th birthday, 2 years away. Quickly running out of the building, Buffy headed towards Giles' house first, her Watcher. Barely breathing hard, she barged in the door, startling Rupert Giles and Jenny Calendar.
"To what do we owe the pleasure of your barging, Buffy?" Giles asked dryly.
Sitting across from the adults, Buffy asked, "Is there such thing as a wizarding community?"
Yanking his glasses off, Giles started cleaning them furiously. "Y-yes, there is. The most popular is over in England. Buffy, where did you learn of them?"
Ignoring the question she asked, "Why does the Council keep the slayers apart from it?"
"While slayers have magical ability, they are considered Magical Creatures by witches and wizards. There has never been a slayer that has been both a slayer and witch and a slayer wouldn't be accepted by wizards and witches." Giles explained. Seeing the bandage on Buffy's neck he asked worriedly, "What happened to your neck?"
"Oh, I was bitten by a vamp that got lucky," Buffy said nonchalantly. "Wasn't really that focused on patrol."
"Did something happen between you and Angel?" Jenny asked, concerned.
"Actually yeah," Buffy said. "He was acting all possessive and jealous so I broke up with him." Looking at Giles she asked, "When would you or mom have told me I'm adopted?"
"How did you find out about that?" Giles asked as he paled.
Swallowing her rising anger, Buffy coldly answered, "Had an interesting visit." Standing, she left the house hurriedly, running to her friend, Willow's. Jumping up onto her balcony she rapped lightly on the door. When it was opened, she rushed in and said, "I need your help with something, Wils."
"Okay, Buffy, what do you need?" Willow asked, sensing her friends urgency.
"I want you to hack into the Council's records and search for anything concerning me," Buffy said pleadingly. "I know it seemed like I fell through the cracks but I know the Council knew who I was."
At her computer, Willow expertly passed the Council's firewall, searching for anything on her friend. "Why would they do that?"
"To keep me from my real family. I'm adopted," Buffy said absently, sitting heavily on Willow's bed.
As Willow was about to say something, her laptop beeped. "I got something. Says here you were born in Scotland to a Minerva McGonnogal, Deputy Headmistress and Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, pureblood witch of the Light. Father is a Tom Riddle Jr. A.K.A Lord Voldemort, half-blood wizard of the Dark. He raped your mom, intending for her to have his heir. But it says you were 2 when the Council kidnapped you, making it seem as if you'd been murdered. The Council them placed you in an American adoption home where Joyce and Hank Summers adopted you."
"My mum thinks I'm dead and my father is an evil bastard," Buffy grumbled, unaware her voice lilted with a Scottish accent.
Turning to look at her friend, Willow gasped in surprise at what she saw. "Buffy, uh I think you might want to look in a mirror."
Frowning, Buffy stood and walked over to the floor length mirror on Willow's wall. stepping in front of it, she stared in stunned surprise at her appearance. Her blonde hair had turned dark ebony and past her shoulders, her body was leaner and she was taller by a few inches. Her light green eyes grew darker until they resembled an emerald with small flecks of red around the middle. She looked beautiful. "Wow."
"What happened? Why did you change?" Willow babbled nervously.
"It doesn't matter, Wils," Buffy said, still getting used to her accent. "Does it say what my name was?"
"It says your name was Elizabeth Mia McGonnogal, direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin on your father's side and Merlin on your mom's side," Willow said excitedly.
"Merlin, the Great Wizard Merlin?" Buffy asked, astonished. "Where does my mum live?"
"Right now, she lives at the school, run by an Albus Dumbledore," Willow said. "Hogwarts is like a boarding school, staff and students live there."
"Where is it?" Buffy asked excitedly.
"All I can give you is a general area since no one knows the location," Willow said apologetically. "I can get you as far as a forest that connects to the grounds."
"That's fine, Wils," Buffy said sincerely. "All I need to do now is get a flight out to England then follow the directions you give to me. Only snag is I don't have money to buy a ticket."
Pulling a card from her desk, Willow gave it to Buffy. "Here, that should be more than enough to help you out. There should be around half a million on it."
"Willow, this is your money," Buffy protested weakly.
"No, it's not. It's money from my parents so they don't feel guilty about ignoring me," Willow said dismissively. "I'll book you a flight for tomorrow morning, around 9 am."
Nodding Buffy said gratefully, "Thanks, Wils. I wouldn't be able to do this without you."
"No problem, Buff," Willow said sincerely. "But who is going to watch the Hellmouth?"
"The new slayer when she comes to town," Buffy said as she walked towards the balcony doors. "When she gets here, give her a chance. I'm sure she won't be very trusting at first but try. Welcome her to the group and warn Xan and Cordy that if they even think about trying something, be it insulting or hitting on her, I will personally come back and beat them to within an inch of their life."
Wide-eyed, Willow just nodded, "Okay, Buff, insult or flirt equals inch of life."
"From a slayer dream, I found out her name is Faith LeHane, she's 15," Buffy said before turning and jumping to the ground below. Walking a few blocks from the redheads house, Buffy turned towards the shadows. "Do you always spy on people you've kidnapped?"
Stepping out of the shadows, Bellatrix Black smirked at the slayer. "I see the glamour wore off."
"Why did it?" Buffy asked curiously.
"Because you found out your true heritage, slayer," Bella answered.
"It's Elizabeth," Buffy said, "But I prefer Buffy. Why did you tell me about it?"
"Because you deserved to know," Bella said simply. "Everyone deserves to know the truth about where they came from."
"Do you know who my parents are?" Buffy asked casually.
Shaking her head Bella said, "I only know that you're a pureblood and extremely powerful. The Dark Lord will be looking for you soon when you leave here. Once you're in England, your magical signature won't be covered by the Hellmouth's energy any longer."
"Dark Lord?" Buffy asked hesitantly, remembering her father's title.
"Lord Voldemort," Bella said coldly, her dark purple eyes empty. For some reason she added, "I'm a Death Eater, one of his followers, but I never wanted to be. I grew up in a Dark family and was taught the beliefs along with my sisters."
"Why do you stay if you don't want it?" Buffy asked curiously.
"It's all I've ever known. And I have no where else to turn," Bella said.
"What about turning to the Light, won't they help?" Buffy asked, confused.
"I'm the most feared Death Eater, Buffy. They wouldn't believe me if I told them that I regret everything I've ever done and most of it I didn't actually do," Bella said dejectedly.
"Sometimes the best bad guys make the greatest good guys," Buffy said softly. Shaking her head, she asked, "When I get to England, will you help me to figure everything out?"
Smiling slightly, Bella said, "I will, slayer. I'll find you at the airport and take you to Diagon Alley."
Buffy watched as Bella turned and disappeared again before starting home again. Sneaking in through her window, Buffy walked to her closet and pulled a large duffel bat out. Filling it with her clothes, weapons and other personal items, she sat down at her desk to write a letter to her mom and Giles before laying down until sunrise.
Grabbing her duffel bag and Mr. Gordo, Buffy looked around the room once more before silently slipping out of her room and down the stairs. Leaving both letters on the island in the kitchen, Buffy left quickly when she heard movement in the master bedroom. Heading towards the bus station, she bought a ticket for L.A. and found a seat on the bus quickly. Holding Mr. Gordo tightly, Buffy watched as the scenery went by, releasing a sigh when the Sunnydale sign passed. Checking her watch, she saw it was 6:45 am.
"In a hurry to get somewhere?" her seatmate asked.
Facing the woman, Buffy said, "I need to catch a flight to England at 9, so just a wee bit."
"Were you born and raised there?" the woman asked curiously. "I'm Elle."
"Buffy," Buffy said. "And I was born in Scotland but raised in L.A." After chatting with Elle for a while, Buffy glanced out of the window, seeing they were just pulling into the bus station. Standing and stretching, she grabbed her bag and put Mr. Gordo in it before shouldering the heavy bag. When the bus pulled to a stop, Buffy thanked Elle for the chat and quickly disappeared out of sight. Walking the few blocks to the airport, Buffy walked up to the counter, checked in, and got her ticket. Getting through security with the help of a little magic to hid her weapons, Buffy reached her gate just as they were boarding. Showing her ticket, she followed a flight attendant to her First Class seat. Leaning back, Buffy fell into a light nap.
She was jolted awake when something hit her, hard. Using her senses, she felt the danger and fear in the air. Opening her eyes, Buffy saw a masked man in front of her with a gun pointed at her.
"You'll do what I say, when I say it," the man ordered, his eyes cold.
"Whatever," Buffy said, using her senses to count at least five other hijackers. Two in the cockpit, one in First Class, one in Business and the last two in Economic. When the hijacker went to hit her again, Buffy ducked and kicked out, forcing the guy to his knees. With a quick upper cut, the guy was unconscious. Taking the gun, she brought it down over her knee, breaking it. Turning to one of the flight attendants, she asked, "How do you cut the power? I need the lights off."
"Everything is connected to a console in the cockpit," the flight attendant said.
Nodding, Buffy looked around the cabin, spotting a cell phone. Grabbing it she asked, "Is it safe to use this?"
"Yeah, since we're flying steady, it shouldn't bother anything," the woman said.
Watching for any more hijackers, Buffy dialed Willow's number, waiting. "Hey Wils, I need you to hack into the console of the plane I'm on."
"Please Wils, just do it. When you're there, cut the lights off, even the emergency ones. I need pitch black."
"Okay, thanks. I'll call you when I reach London. Bye." Hanging up, she handed the phone to the woman in front of her. "Call the FBI or someone. With us stopping in New York, I have one guess of what these guys were planning to do. When you reach whoever you call, tell them to have ambulances, fire trucks, police, and anyone else ready and at the World Trade Center."
"Why there?" the flight attendant asked, scared.
"Because it's going to get hit. My friend found another flight that had gone off course and headed there," Buffy said just before the lights went out, bathing them in darkness. "Also, try to get them to start evacuating the towers."
Okay, this is all I have for now but let me know if I should continue or just keep it for my own entertainment..
R&R please, I'm begging here...