*Author's note: to those of you who have already read my posted chapters one and two. I had to repost them because the revisions I did in edits wouldn's show. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Chapter One

"Ginny? Did you have to pick such a dreary town?" George Weasley teased affectionately as they drove their very Muggle SUV into a town that ran along the west coast in Oregon.

"It's called Hope… George," Ginny said as defense. Her brown eyes gazed out at the open sea and the rocky cliff side below the road. "Plus its one place that offered last minute admission to international students and we all agreed after everything we needed a break from the magical world, " she eyed George. "You're the one who said we should go as students. Luckily, I was able to get past the whole magical secondary school versus Muggle college in another country no less with Kingsley's help as well as Hermione's and Dad's."

George waved her off, "Yeah, yeah I know", he paused as they passed the sign for Hope, Oregon…three thousand two hundred and five in population. "So basically you and ministry made up passports, green cards and a education none or at least some of us have never had," He knew he suggested some of the plan but he wasn't his usual happy self, not right now, not since…

"Well George as we Apparated in, well basically," she added since she still needed to pass her Apparition exam. "We really didn't need the passports except it would have been difficult explaining our undeniable British accents without a reason we had them and it gives us a Muggle id…the passports are legal," she paused, calming her agitation knowing George was still healing and while the rental car from the airport was a necessary cover for their entrance into town, the ride from the Seattle airport had been a long one, she was losing her patience. "We achieved our visas as legally as we could. You know that as well as the England's Prime Minister knowing of our world so does the American President, I mean there are American witches and wizards and the Ministry of Magic explained our plan." she paused, knowing she was sprouting the information George basically knew. "We have education visas for a four year degree. However, considering that Muggles can't really control our movements we are allowed to use floo powder, Apparition and or port keys to travel between here and our home…the visas and passports are only for the school benefit."

A hand touched Ginny's shoulder, easing her agitation, she reached up and took the comfort from Harry, not realizing the awkward gaze from her brothers who were still trying to get use to the fact that their sister and best/good friend were very much in love. Harry spoke up from the back seat, "George you know we needed to do this, its been a hard year and it will be nice to see the rest of the world."

George decided not to mention that all they'd seen of the "rest of the world' was the Seattle Airport where they'd Apparrated into bathroom stalls and then the rain covered dreary road between there and here.

Instead he let his anger calm at a glance towards Ginny's sad upset face. She was facing the other way, avoiding looking at him but he saw the lone tear trickle down her face. "Ah Ginny I'm sorry. I'm grouchy…I barely know how to drive this car and its been a long couple of years."

Her eyes turned his way and she patted his knee with her free hand, her other still grasping Harry's. "If it helps…the house we're staying in is one of Harry's inheritance from his parents so it should be a nice one. Kreacher and a couple of Hogwarts house elves are there now trying to fix it up nicely for us."

George nodded agreeable, not really wanting to argue with his sister. "Um where is this house?" he asked, mumbling under his breath something about why couldn't they just Apparrate.

"It's actually out of town, almost in a town called Forks. The Potters liked their privacy without having to hide it magically, that much," Ginny said then actually smiled. "Though apparently the grounds look as though they've been well cared for and there's a rumor in town that the house is a rich author's hideaway. That he sneaks in at night and hides his car when in town. We really don't know where the Muggles started the rumor. Hermione figures we should just go on with the story that the author is letting his son and son's friends stay there while they go to Hope College."

"Yes," Hermione voiced up from her middle seat between Harry and Ron. "It makes it fit, we're going to just follow the already planted story otherwise Harry and the rest of us will have a lot to explain. As it is they're going to find it weird five young college age students all staying in the mansion by themselves all of a sudden."

"Okay that makes sense, and since we're all sixteen or older we don't have to explain that?" George made the statement into a question.

"We explained we all got the equivalent of a GED, even Ginny, by studying at home," Hermione explained. "So though she's young, your parents have signed guardianship over to you. The rest of us should be okay since most of us are turning or have turned eighteen already and we are legal adults."

George nodded, "Gotcha, okay so…" he looked around as they drove onto a road with tall tress of all varieties, mostly pines, on both sides of it. "Are we getting close? I have to pee."

The whole car laughed because George sounded like an impatient young kid.

He blushed mumbling…"Well I do."

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A few hours later, they were settled into the amazingly clean, warm and large house, the house elves were now outside working on the lawn. It might hold a Muggle mist of cleanliness but the lawn definitely looked like it hadn't been visited in the last seventeen years.

Harry and Ginny sat on the couch pouring over the college brochures they'd received back in England.

George was half-heartedly messing with a joke him and Fred had been developing before everything had begun.

Hermione already had the text books from her science and history major classes in front of her. She was trying to put book covers on them. Ron, sitting next to her, was going between eyeing the couple across from them and reading one of his Quidditch magazines.

"Ron stop staring at them," Hermione mumbled quietly in his ear. "Its not like its anything new."

Ron glared at her instead then buried his nose in the Quidditch magazine, the moving pictures getting front row seats of his nose and heated gaze.

That night they decided they'd go to the college the next morning to check out the campus and get their supplies for those of them that weren't so excited to see what Muggle classes were like that they had already gotten their books. They remembered that the professors at their last school hadn't always been the greatest. When it got right down to it some of those professors had tried to kill them, needless to say they were hoping Muggle professors were less violent.

Little did they know that it wouldn't be the professors they'd have to worry about, well at least not fully…

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In their smaller but enough size for them home sat another group of mainly young adults. Not as young as the group in the house just across the street but a group of future students at the Hope College, well at least most of them were going to be.

A young woman, probably about twenty-two or twenty-three years of age sat trying to relax in a comfortable couch. Her blonde hair had grown long again but was pulled back in a pony tail making her look younger than she was, if you looked in her eyes though, there was a lot of the weight of the world in them. Her lithe body moved restlessly as she shifted, trying to read a book…the title would have been a little odd to many people. "Demons from South Africa and Their Good and Bad Attributes." The woman's name was Buffy.

Buffy Summers was a unique young lady in her own right. She'd escaped from many trials and worse in her life. The latest, though a grand victory for many had been a rough battle. But through it all she'd gained many more slayers and well…friends. However, the original, as Xander called it, Scooby crew were the only ones with her. Her fellow slayers were out there recruiting and training the others. Buffy and the Scoobies plus Dawn and Giles were taking a well earned break from everything.

Buffy thought relaxing was for the dogs though. She couldn't sit still however with the recent battle there wasn't much evil stirring in the world…at least in this part of it.

Nowadays, occasionally she went on patrol but nothing seemed to pop up. And in these times she found herself missing Spike. She needed something to do…

Willow Rosenburg and Xander Harris busted into the kitchen where she'd been sitting in the dark by the nook. "Look across the lawn, the Potter house actually has lights on!" Willow said excitedly and Buffy looked across to their closest and seemingly only neighbors. They'd been there for only a month having heard of the rumors and not seeing any sign of life had expected their privacy to remain intact without much of a hassle. But the lights on in the house only meant they'd have to train…when they trained again…in the back of their house.

"Does Giles know?" Buffy asked.

Both of them nodded, "He said to not to worry about them," Xander told her, his expression saying he did. Rupert Giles was well at least had been what they call a Slayer's Watcher…Buffy's Watcher since she'd started high school long ago at Sunnydale High.

"Isn't it weird there is people in the house after its been basically empty for the past…"

"There's more than one?" Buffy interrupted.

"Apparently they look young. Giles thinks they're college age kids," Willow said eying the lights across the street. "But you know how I said that house felt weird, not necessary bad just weird?"

Buffy nodded walking away from the window over to a seat in the living room, "Yea."

"Well when the group arrived, it felt even weirder. I've had the sensation before but I can't explain it. It doesn't feel evil or even humans playing at Wicca but stronger," Willow shrugged her slim shoulders, her red hair lying straight in a pixie cut. "I don't know, maybe I'm still charged up from the…" she trailed off. Xander placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Maybe we can take something to them to welcome them to the neighborhood…um well lol or the lack of neighborhood?" Dawn, Buffy's younger sister by a couple of years, said as she entered the room carrying the tray that held their dinner on it. Giles followed with plates and drinks.

"I think that would be a good idea," Giles said.

They agreed that when it seemed as if their new neighbors were home sometime tomorrow, they'd visit.

Dawn bounced excitedly in her seat, "Oh good I'm going to make…"

"Dawn eat," Giles said but smiled encouragingly.

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Meanwhile not too far down the road from the two homes, just as Hope became Forks on top of a hill in a large mansion a strange family abnormal in usual circumstances would have been very strange to the Scoobies. The atmosphere was agitated because they'd just heard of Buffy and her gang.

Bella sat in the Cullen household enjoying one last week off from high school. She'd come with Edward when his 'parents' had called a meeting. Now she was trying to follow the flow of words but it was hard. Except for the phrase "Vampire Slayer', she stood up abruptly so she'd get their attention. "What? Slayer?" she realized that still hadn't stopped their rapid succession of talk, so she tried again louder this time. "What Slayers?!"

The Cullens abruptly quieted and Edward walked over to her. Well it was more of a blink, in his agitation he forgot to be more subtle around her however use to it she became. "There's always been rumors of different breeds of vampires," he explained. "One that does burn in the sun and the crosses and holy water and all of that affect them and," he paused, gesturing at his family, "Us… The problem is with this rumor its hard to tell the difference between our kind who hide because that's the only places they can live and the other breed. Since we've been in Oregon we've heard of some heavy truth to those rumors," he paused making sure she understood so far.

"Yes I've read of the different um…" she hesitated on the word. "Breeds but I figured all of those were just what your kind in years past had portrayed to humans and caused the different stories through the years."

Edward nodded, "Yes even the Vultori," Bella flinched at the name. "Even they don't know or have never said at least. So we just kind of ignored the rumors and figured our breed was enough to worry about… However there's always been a Vampire Slayer, a young chosen woman, one at a time chosen to fight and slay vampires and other demons. Even we have heard rumors of her though we, our breed, we have less ways for us to die obviously than the rumored other ones. Anyhow these other vampires…they don't have souls…well most of them don't…and they are more likely to just go after their food..." Bella knew what he meant by going after their food.

Bella nodded her eyes still wide with fear. "So we think this once in a lifetime Slayer is living in the town next door?"

Carlisle Cullen, known to most of the town as Doctor Cullen, came over and sat on Bella's other side. "Well you see, I heard about it around a month ago. Do you remember the town that scientist swore a meteorite had hit? Sunnydale, California?"

Bella remembered hearing vaguely about it, "Yea?"

"Well, from news I've gathered there was more to it then that. It was a Hellmouth, a place where demons, some of the worst of demons can escape. The slayer and many unheard of amount of slayers and a few friends stopped it. According to my source, the original slayer, Buffy Summers, had made a way to have all the potentials come to their full Slayer potential now instead of waiting until she died. Anyhow the source didn't go into great detail about what happened, but she and her close friends are here to take a breath. Apparently they're just here to go to school at Hope College."

"Who told you all this?"

"Buffy's watcher…" at her raised brows, he continued his explanation. "A watcher is the person who was trained...I believe fated to train the potential slayers in the world. Slayers tend to not have long lives. Buffy's watcher, well technically, I guess he's not her watcher anymore…his name is Giles still has some ties to the Watcher's Counsel and even with all the issues they've been having they have heard of our kind."

Bella had many more questions. "So, this watcher and the slayer know there are good vampires?" her voice heavy with worry.

Carlisle smiled, appreciating Bella's love for the Cullen family. "Well, he knows one of the other vampires had a soul by his own choosing and he saved them, us all in the last fight. Then there's apparently another, Angel, who has a soul. He's in LA, still fighting the battle there. Apparently, while Giles had heard about us he had never actually seen proof we existed, let alone our type of us, till I sought him out."

"Wow, should you and this Buffy woman talk?" Bella asked.

"Actually we are going to, Giles said this following Sunday would be a good time, I thought it would be good if all of us were here, including you Bella." Since today was Wednesday that was only a few days away.

Rosalie snorted but didn't say anything and they all agreed to be ready mid-day on Sunday to be there when the slayer and her group arrived.