Multiverse: BTVS/Death Proof/Constantine/Harry Potter

Pairings: Willow/Julia/Fleur and Buffy/Hermione/Faith

Rating: NC-17

*** The delightful characters of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and J.K. Rowling only. Joss Whedon is the sole owner of many of the characters mentioned in this story, and the movie Constantine is the idea of DC/Vertigo comic book writers Garth Ennis and Jamie Delano. I could only dream of owning such amazing characters and creative worlds. And, Quentin Taratino was the creative genius behind Death Proof and unfortunately, I don't have any connection to the fine women of DeathProof.

Please note that some events the events, people, and places within the Harry Potter story have been changed, deleted, or simply moved to suit trying to fit. Also look out for spoilers.

**Summary: Throw in a mix of an impressive group of powerful magical women, the Slayers, add the Wizarding War, and suddenly things become very interesting in both worlds.

*I'd like to thank my amazing fellow writers: bearblue, gypsydruid, and melanacious—best "pinch hitters," ever!

** Any and all mistakes are my own. Please forgive me in advance…lol

*Like all writers, I derive creative-sustenance from feedback, so please be so kind as to drop an occasional word or two. It'd be appreciated.

Chapter 1

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking what is this hot, sexy, woman doing in this close-to-abandoned, shit-hole of a town called Sunnydale? Yeah, yeah, I should be dead, but in the land of mysticism and magic and the gods, anything can happen. And when you have the pedigree she has, well then, all bets are really off. You see, her demise should have come on some dark, country, Texas back-road, high on some beautiful pot and drunk on both lust for her fine-ass BFF, Arlene, and potent drinks at their favorite local haunt. But instead she woke up with none other than fucking Uncle Constantine staring down at her while her Mom, cried nearby.

You see, in her case, her being… alive, has everything to do with her family tree, than Stuntman Mike smashing her limbs and internal organs, with a side of "shearing" off one of her beautiful legs. She remembered the screaming, the sudden unimaginable pain, followed by bright lights blinding them as the black, death-trap came tearing at them, head-on. He killed all of her friends instantly and she should have been dead as well. But her friends didn't have a powerful sorcerer, who straddled two celestial worlds - good and evil, as their Dad. And they didn't have an equally powerful Mother, who was both a gifted Seer and who'd been touched by both a powerful demon and a powerful angel; in addition to possessing abilities to commune with the dead. All of this combined meant one, kick-ass off-spring.

Albeit, a daughter that didn't know about her heritage until she awoke with all of her limbs intact, a massive headache, and her mother crying hysterically as Uncle Constantine attempted to calm her. the best thing that came out of the whole nightmare (other than being alive and whole), was that it allowed her to be at Stuntman Mike's imminent demise, as another group of women: Zoe, Abernathy, and Kim were in the midst of droppin' a can of whoop-ass on him. Luckily after some quick explaining and a nasty little spell she learned from her family, she stooped down to the bloodied and battered, and pathetically begging-for-his-life, serial killer, and shoved a ball of energy in his mouth.

As she stood back and watched him begin to scream in agony, she wanted to send him off with a clue about his immediate future. "I just want you to know, that the folks down there," she motioned with her head to the ground, "have the 'presidential suite' waiting for you. And I can promise you that as a favor on behalf of my fine-ass? They're cookin' up something nice and medieval for you. You sonofabitch!" And with that she punched him in his screaming mouth, silencing him forever.