This is my first fanfiction. No one has read it other than me, so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense or is a sin to grammar. Yes, it is a wee bit AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, she wouldn't have made it out of season 1. I also do not own Harry Potter, because if I did, he wouldn't have made it off the editor's desk. Do NOT ask why I wrote a fanfiction about the world. I already know my sanity is in question.

Authors Notes: I might enjoy reviews -- I wouldn't know personally, but other people always seem to. I don't really think their will be any pairing in this, but I'm open to suggestion. Recognizable characters will show up soon.

Legacy of the Slayer

The girl spun in a kick that connected with the other fighter's jaw. Black ichor dripped out of the

demon's mouth, but he still lunged at the girl. The cliff where they battled dropped into empty air

three feet to their left. She threw a punch at the monster, making him stumble, but he caught her

as he fell and she went down. Recovering quickly, she flipped her aching, exhausted body up

and, with a loud cry, tackled the demon, who had risen. They hit the ground hard and rolled, to

the left. Luck with her, it was the monster who fell first off the precipice. His gutteral scream

faded as he fell thousands of feet into the rock-lined chasm.

Out of the shadows of the mountainside, a man in a dirty, torn tweed suit emerged and ran to

kneel at the edge. He sighed in relief as he saw his slayer hanging by one hand a few feet down,

body swaying in the canyon breezes.

"Well done, Addy. You have adverted the apocalypse once again." the watcher congratulated.

The girl smiled, "For the last time, I'm afraid."

The man twisted his head, "What do you mean?"

She laughed, "Look at me, Daniel. I'm not hanging from one arm for the fun of it. I can't feel the

other one at all, let alone move it. I'm dripping blood like a river and there's no way I'd make it

down the mountainside to the hospital."

"You can't die, Addy." her watcher commanded.

She frowned at him. "Excuse me? I believe my contract explicitly mentions allowing to die. Just

write in that little book of yours that I fought to the last breath, died honorably, and allowed the

next slayer to be called."

Daniel nodded, suppressing tears, "I shall record your last battle thoroughly. Congratulations,

Addenya. You were an astute slayer."

"Thank you, Daniel Nelson, you have been an excellent watcher. I would never have made it this

far without you. Oh, will you do me one last favor?" he nodded. "When they find the next girl,

can you say hi for me? Tell her the rest of us are all rooting for her. And. . . and apologize for

me. I'm sorry I couldn't live forever and save her from this life." With that, his young charge

smiled up at him one last time. Then her fingers released their hold on the rough rock, and her

body sank silently through the cool air, disappearing into the morning mist. The watcher pulled a

small book out of his pocket and a pen. Quietly he recorded the recent events.

". . . The demon was then pushed over a cliff to die on the rocks below by Addenya Hildisson,

who died of wounds sustained in the battle this 4th day of September, year 2002. She served

as Slayer for two years, two months, and sixteen days, following the death of the slayer Faith.

She is followed by . . ."

He left a space where he would later write in the name of the next slayer, who had been called

as her wrote his final report. He would fill it in when she was found. As a red sun dawned over

the mountains surrounding him, he left his dead slayer behind.