Ankoku Magirangi

Disclaimer: I have no claim to characters from the Buffy verse (Whedon) or Harry Potter (Rowling). Neither do I own the Super Sentai series (Toei).

AN: This is a full crossover of Buffy and Harry Potter. So please don't get a stick up your bum over the lack of certain characters in this chapter. For those of you that have not read the British adult versions of the books there might be some things that seem AU that aren't but this shouldn't be a problem as there is plenty of AU anyway. I read another She-Harry story a week ago and fell in love with the idea so there might be some elements that seem very similar but I promise I tried to make this as much my own as possible.

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Life at Privet Drive had been dull and full of disappointment for all of Harry Potter's life. That was until he met his supposed cousin. It all started three days before his fourteenth birthday. He had taken up his usual post beneath the window planter in the front lawn when an abnormally chipper voice interrupted his thoughts. It was odd as no one in the neighbourhood would go near much less speak to him.

"Who are you?" He wondered as he turned his head to look into the brunette girl's eyes.

"My name is Dawn Black." She said offering the obscure teen her hand.

This threw Harry for a loop as no one in the wizarding world was supposed to know where he lived much less a member of the Black family. "What?" It was all he could think to say as he stood. The girl standing in front of him certainly didn't look sinister.

"I said, my name is Dawn Black." She reiterated seeming not to mind having to repeat herself. "And you're Harry Potter" Pointing at his chest. "You know for the boy that lived and all I thought you would be taller and more intimidating-like."

Now Harry was completely lost. Why was this witch talking so openly about the wizarding world when they could be plainly heard by muggles? "Why are you here?" Harry wondered, this just had to do with his godfather he knew it.

"I came to make you an offer." She was still just as cheery as she had been when she arrived. "You see I recently came into the position of a weapon." She said holding out her hand. Resting in her palm was a wand though not like any Harry had ever seen. It looked rather normal except for the small crystal on the end. Harry reached out for it as if it called to him. Grabbing the handle end he lifted it out of Dawn's hands. No sooner had it left her hand than the crystal end glowed black and Harry could feel a tingling sensation run up his arm before the crystal disappeared leaving a rather inconspicuous wand behind. "See I just knew you were made for that wand. Blood ties to the big V aside I could tell you were meant for bigger things than that silly phoenix feather." Harry looked up from the wand in his hand just in time to see the brunette pull his normal wand out of his jean pocket. "You know you really shouldn't put a wand in your pocket. Who knows what bits you could accidentally blast off?" She giggled brightly and snapped the wand in half.

"Hey that was my wand." Harry objected not believing that he had let the cute girl bamboozle him like that.

"Not any more it isn't." She stated as her eyes flashed green and black. "I said that you were destined for great things. That is your wand now." She said pointing to the wand in Harry's hand. "I will return when you're ready to accept." Tapping the end of the wand with her finger the long stick of mahogany changed to resemble his old wand "there that should take care of that, toddles." Waving her hand in good bye she disappeared. Harry slumped back down onto the ground equating the little day dream he had just encountered to the heat.

Twelve months passed and Harry had harrowingly escaped another horrific encounter with Voldemort. Not a single conscious thought had dwelled on the strange dream from the summer past. Several times throughout the year he had dreamt about the pretty girl but nothing more. That was until the day before his fifteenth birthday. Harry woke with a start, he had dreamt of her again only this time she kissed him. There was nothing particularly strange about that after all Harry was just a hormonal teenager. No the disturbing part of his dream had been what he looked like when he kissed her, as he had not been a he at all but rather a she. In fact now that he thought about it he looked just like that Kristin Davis woman from American telly. Only he had not been quite as old as she was. That was what cemented the weirdness form him was the age he had been. Certainly he could have understood a dream about two attractive women but his role in the dream was fairly specific and had down right felt real. What in the bugger was going on, Harry thought. The young wizard was about to fall back to sleep when he heard a familiar voice just above him before felling the weight of a body pressed to his abdomen.

"Morning sleepy head" the sound of Dawn's voice sounded eerily real causing the boy who lived to reel in pain and confusion.

"You aren't real." Harry professed using his pillow to cover his head.

"Oh of course I'm real, silly." Dawn sounded completely unfazed by the entire situation. "You know I can't believe you left your friends out to dry like that this past year. I mean sure making monthly mood swings and irritation the first side effect of your transformation probably wasn't the smartest idea I've ever had but you know what that doesn't mean you had a right to get all broody or anything." Dawn was ranting, how could she be babbling at a time like this?

"What do you mean transformation?" Flashes of a female Harry kissing the girl on top pf him came to the forefront of his brain.

"Yeah sorry about that I probably should have explained everything last summer." The young girl admitted with a frown. "My real name isn't Dawn Black, it's Dawn Summers but you can call my Ankoku the Saint of darkness and light. Hence the name 'Dawn', get it." She seemed rather please with her pun. Seeing that Harry wasn't going to understand her joke she moved on. "Well anyway I am a Saint."

This Harry understood, they had studied the Saints in history of magic. They were supposed to be magical beings but the girl straddling him right know didn't look like a celestial being but then he had never met one before either. "So I'm supposed to believe that you are Ankoku of the ancient Primordium Saints." Somehow Harry doubted a Saint that powerful would bother talking to him.

Dawn shook her head and smirked at the clueless wizard. "For one thing I'm older than the Primordium and for another I admit that I didn't much care for dealing in human affairs until recently. You see I came back to this realm not too long ago in the guise of a human girl." She could remember all too well the pain and suffering she had dealt with after becoming human. "I learned that I like humanity just the way it is. So like many of the other Saints I have chosen a champion."

Harry was beginning to catch on. "You mean me." Nodding her head yes Dawn watched Harry's face go from comprehension to shock and finally back to confusion. "But why do you want to turn me into a woman?"

"To be honest you can blame it on having been raised by two lesbian witches. You see when I became human I gained a family and it was through their guidance that I became the nature conserving and human loving deity that I am today." Dawn hoped that this would be enough explanation for now as the death of her surrogate mother was still fresh on her mind. "Now as an added bonus I am clearing all the traces of Voldemort from your blood. This way you will be pure and more able to channel the magicks I am going to give you."

"Not that the prospect of being free of old Voldie isn't darn attractive I'm kind of attached to my current gender thank you." The temptation of not having a link to the dark lord was almost enough for Harry to ask for the proverbial blood quill. "Will I still be the same meaning will I still think the same way I do now?"

Dawn thought about it for a second before bobbing her head back and forth. "More or less, I mean your orientation won't change any or your base personality. You might find yourself suddenly reading Cosmo but then I'm not big on the butch."

Harry's eyes widened "You aren't just making me a girl because you like girl champions or anything. You're making me a girl so you can date me."

Dawn's smile reached near inhuman proportions as she regarded the wizard "Fifty points to Gryffindor for finally getting it right."

Harry groaned audibly and pushed the girl off of him as he got up out of bed "Great so not only am I turning into a girl but I'm dating an ancient deity with a Lolita complex." Things just couldn't get better, not.

Harry reached into his trunk and pulled out the wand Dawn had given him the year before. That was when his thoughts drifted back to the tri-wizard cup. "You were testing me weren't you?" He said waving his wand at the Saint on his bed. "You had Crouch put my name into the cup so that I could prove to you I was capable of being your champion."

"Another fifty points to Gryffindor." Dawn declared bounding off the bed and wrapping her arms around Harry. "I knew I picked you for a reason."

"So when does the change happen?" Harry wondered thinking of whether he had time to see Hermione and Ron again before being stuck as a deity's bird.

As if reading his thoughts Dawn shook her head. "Sorry Harry the change will take hold tonight at midnight."

"Some birthday present that is." Harry grumbled as he pulled out of her grip and threw a shirt on and some trainers.

"Oh don't worry I plan on making it up to you with a day long shopping trip." The mystical girl said flopping down on the soft sheets.

Harry was about to make a witty remark about how unbalanced that sounded but was struck by the unexplainable desire to see what fashions were new at Diagon Ally. Shaking his head to clear the mental image Harry sat down at his desk to being writing letters to his two best friends.

The rest of the day passed with relative ease. Neither his aunt nor uncle was disappointed that he would be leaving before sun up the next day. He neglected to tell them of the girl upstairs in his bedroom and instead told them that he was going to stay the rest of the summer with his friends.

At ten minutes to eleven Dawn was about ready to strangle her new champion. Harry would not quit pacing as the midnight hour approached. "So I think I've come up with a name." Dawn declared hoping that the boy would stop pacing if he had something to think about.

"It's my name isn't it?" Harry quipped already knowing that he would not win.

"Nope cause right now your all male and would then think of crap names." Dawn reasoned. "I like the sound of Alba Black."

"Alba?" Harry questioned. "What does it mean?"

"It's Spanish for Dawn." She said smiling.

"So you want me to use your name in Spanish." Harry stated not understanding why she would want to call him that.

"Trust me you'll get it once you're a girl." She stated just as the clock on Harry's mantle beeped in alarm signalling that it was now midnight.

"Ok now you need to hold the wand I gave you above your head and say Magi Ranger Ankoku." Dawn instructed and Harry reluctantly complied.

Harry held up his wand and noticed that the crystal had reappeared on the end as he spoke the words. As soon as the words left his lips a tingling sensation spread from his hand and all throughout his body. A flash of light enveloped his body and when he opened his eyes his arm was down at his side and he was wearing a black spandex tunic and skirt traced in red. A short cape hung off his back and his off hand was cradling a black helmet. He wore black reflective leather boots and silver leggings under his skirt. The whole get up was rather strange but no stranger than the added weight on his chest and the lack of weight between his legs. Harry couldn't believe what had happened. He was definitely going to need professional help.

The change in his skeletal structure was hard to get used to. His entire body moved differently. Dawn must have changed his brain a bit as he seemed to already know how to walk and hold himself. Turning to the mirror Harry confirmed his suspicion that he did in fact look like a fifteen year old version of Kristin Davis. Harry allowed himself to be content with the fact that he was at least an attractive girl as his mind rushed to catch up with how things had turned out.

One glance at the look on Dawn's face cemented in Harry's mind that he was in fact screwed.