The Coming Battle
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't resort to writing fanfiction.
Summary: She's not a normal girl. Power runs through her veins. Something ancient, something dark. And her battle is coming...
Setting: Alternate Univ. 7th year.

A/N - the basic idea of the slayer is stolen from buffy the vampire slayer. but dont worry if you've never seen the show. none of those characters appear here, and i'm changing a lot.

This is my second only venture into the Harry Potter fanfic world. And my first fic didnt get any reviews, lol. So make a girl happy and review.

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Prologue - Just Another Night
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A loud grunt sounded from behind a tree, seconds before said tree shuddered and shook from the force of an impact.

She slowly moved, carefully dislodging her leg from the tangled mass of roots at the tree's base. In no time at all, however, she was up, and once again going after her target. Her senses were going haywire, telling her that she wasn't too far behind the enemy.

She cursed the moon less night under her breath. Even with her enhanced senses, nights like this didn't prevent her from tripping on roots, like she had moments earlier. And she wouldn't resort to magic. She'd stopped using it on patrol a long time ago. It made things too easy.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the task at hand, relying on her sharp intuition and feeling rather than her eyes. And it wasn't in vain. She was soon rewarded with a glimpse of her prey.

A small smile crossed her face. She might curse the dark nights, but part of her was exhilarated by them. The uncertainty of direction, being unable to see, both only part of the reason these patrols appealed to her.

The truth was, her job had become routine a long time ago. Not only did she have the power of the ancients, she had magic as well. Something that had never before been seen in any of her Sisters...

Wait... She crouched low, watching as her quarry slid from behind a large bush. She waited several seconds, then attacked.

The demon wasn't unprepared. It wasn't as adept a fighter as she was, but what he lacked in skill, he made up with in sheer size and bulk. Her kicks and punches rolled off the massive beast easily.

She felt something sharp slice her arm, and sighed when she realized that a visit to Madame Pomfry would have to be made before bed. She could see the faintest outline of a knife in the beast's hand, and if she could guess, she would say it now had a bit of her blood on it.

Ignoring the pain, she sent a well placed kick to a huge stomach, sending it back several feet.

She knew she didn't have to do it this way. She didn't need to fight. A blink of her eyes, or a flick of her wrist, and her opponent would drop dead at her feet. But it was too easy. No, she would do this the old fashioned way.

A large fist narrowly missed her skull as she dove out of the way. Alright. Perhaps a little magic wouldn't hurt...

With a mere thought, her favorite sword appeared in her hand. Before the demon could react, the weapon had sliced through the air and hit it's target.

She felt sorry for Hagrid if he found the headless demon in the morning.

Sighing to herself, she made the sword disappear, then pressed her hand to the bleeding wound on her arm.

She turned in the direction of Hogwarts, and headed back to school.

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a/n - i know its short, but the chapters will be a lot longer later. just a setup. *grin* review please?