Disclaimer: All I own is the plot
Spoilers: There will be spoilers for Chosen, and most likely OotP.
A/N- I know I should not be starting another fic, but the idea just popped in my head. It was flaring, and my other fics had a serious case of writers block looming over them. I guess I just have to wait and see what you guys think.
Dawn is 18; this takes place a couple years after the Buffy series finale. As for HP- its set after book 5, Harry and his friends are in their seventh year. Spike will be entered in later. The pairings will be Dawn/Draco and Ginny/Spike, any other pairings are negotiable.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Students, I would like you to meet your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Dawn Summers"
The words ring lightly in my ears, it's like I almost can't hear them or maybe they just don't register in my mind. I numbly stand, as the students clap and look at me curiously. I return their curious looks. I'm actually not much older than them; some of them are even the same age as me. But, I didn't get this job for my age; I got it for my experience.
My experience- the thing that got me this job, sometimes I wish I didn't have it, that I was a normal girl. There was never a chance of that, though. It wasn't possible, either I wasn't normal or I didn't exist. The only reason I came to be was because I started out as a mystical ball of energy, a key. I never had a chance at being normal.
I suppose I'm being more dramatic than normal, usually I'm pretty happy and perky. I probably feel like this because this is the only job I could get.
I never got my proper high school education after we defeated the First, I stayed and trained with the slayers. Buffy, the Scoobies, and the newly- made slayers all went to the hellmouth in Cleveland to train and help fight evil. I trained with them, and learned to fight as well as any slayer. My sister offered a normal education to me, but I refused, I would never be normal so why have a normal education? I sorely regretted it. It was a very bad decision on my part, because I couldn't get any good jobs without that education. So, when this opportunity popped up, I grabbed for it.
I wanted to do something on my own after a couple years of fighting evil with Buffy. I wanted to be independent, have my own life, my own job. Finally after what seemed like months of job-hunting, while getting low pay as waitress at a grungy diner, Giles informed me of this job, a teachers position at a magic school. I thought it was kind of ludicrous at first, but I finally caved. It was better than the job as a low-paid waitress that I had.
As I look out on all those students that I am going to teach, my eyes lock with a pair of stormy gray eyes. I look over the gray-eyed man, liking what I see. Blonde hair, pale skin, and a lithe, muscular frame from what I can tell.
One word forms in my mind while looking at him- yummy.
I continued looking at the man, and he did the least thing I expected, he WINKED at me.
My depressed mood disappeared instantly. This job seemed to be looking up. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----
a/n- I decided, after reading a review by karen (who offered some great constructive criticism) to re-write a couple parts in this chapter. Apparently I had been writing most of this in first person and abruptly switched to third person. I read it over and changed it all to first person. Other than that, everything else is the same. Thank you, karen.
Spoilers: There will be spoilers for Chosen, and most likely OotP.
A/N- I know I should not be starting another fic, but the idea just popped in my head. It was flaring, and my other fics had a serious case of writers block looming over them. I guess I just have to wait and see what you guys think.
Dawn is 18; this takes place a couple years after the Buffy series finale. As for HP- its set after book 5, Harry and his friends are in their seventh year. Spike will be entered in later. The pairings will be Dawn/Draco and Ginny/Spike, any other pairings are negotiable.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Students, I would like you to meet your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Dawn Summers"
The words ring lightly in my ears, it's like I almost can't hear them or maybe they just don't register in my mind. I numbly stand, as the students clap and look at me curiously. I return their curious looks. I'm actually not much older than them; some of them are even the same age as me. But, I didn't get this job for my age; I got it for my experience.
My experience- the thing that got me this job, sometimes I wish I didn't have it, that I was a normal girl. There was never a chance of that, though. It wasn't possible, either I wasn't normal or I didn't exist. The only reason I came to be was because I started out as a mystical ball of energy, a key. I never had a chance at being normal.
I suppose I'm being more dramatic than normal, usually I'm pretty happy and perky. I probably feel like this because this is the only job I could get.
I never got my proper high school education after we defeated the First, I stayed and trained with the slayers. Buffy, the Scoobies, and the newly- made slayers all went to the hellmouth in Cleveland to train and help fight evil. I trained with them, and learned to fight as well as any slayer. My sister offered a normal education to me, but I refused, I would never be normal so why have a normal education? I sorely regretted it. It was a very bad decision on my part, because I couldn't get any good jobs without that education. So, when this opportunity popped up, I grabbed for it.
I wanted to do something on my own after a couple years of fighting evil with Buffy. I wanted to be independent, have my own life, my own job. Finally after what seemed like months of job-hunting, while getting low pay as waitress at a grungy diner, Giles informed me of this job, a teachers position at a magic school. I thought it was kind of ludicrous at first, but I finally caved. It was better than the job as a low-paid waitress that I had.
As I look out on all those students that I am going to teach, my eyes lock with a pair of stormy gray eyes. I look over the gray-eyed man, liking what I see. Blonde hair, pale skin, and a lithe, muscular frame from what I can tell.
One word forms in my mind while looking at him- yummy.
I continued looking at the man, and he did the least thing I expected, he WINKED at me.
My depressed mood disappeared instantly. This job seemed to be looking up. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----
a/n- I decided, after reading a review by karen (who offered some great constructive criticism) to re-write a couple parts in this chapter. Apparently I had been writing most of this in first person and abruptly switched to third person. I read it over and changed it all to first person. Other than that, everything else is the same. Thank you, karen.