When the portal between dimensions opened, Buffy Summers died. But something else was left in her place. Something had been dropped out of the portals and left there. Harry Potter didn't know where he was, why he was there or how he had gotten there. All he knew was that he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to go home.
There is no pairing chosen definitely for this story. I just came up with this as I was watching the end of Season Five and finished crying my eyes out when Buffy died. Yeah, man that totally sucked. But I know some of what happens later and I'm watching Season Six as we speak. So yea, some AU stuff will happen. I won't stick with stuff entirely...and I'm rambling.
Chosen pairings: Xander/Anya, Willow/Tara, Harry/?, Buffy/?
Only way to choose is for you guys to vote. So come on and give it a whirl, and enjoy that which I do not own. Bow to the neverending glory that is Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling. And beware the bunnies.
Warning: Very dark chapter, but it will get better later on.
Burning Wax Roses, A Harry Potter and Buffy Summers Story
Prologue: The End is the Beginning...a neverending cycle.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Those words...two simple words. Six syllables. Caused so much death. How could two little words spoken by someone mean so much?
Death...suffering...despair....loss.
A never-ending whirlwind of hatred and sadness.
But two voices spoke those words. Two screams filled the blood-tainted air, lit with the electricity of magic and the hatred that ran deep between the two sides of war.
There was no Light or Dark. There was no Good or Evil, as Harry Potter now understood. There was life, and there was death. There were those who wished pain on others and those who received the pain. Black and white. Black and white, never grey.
Harry Potter had been living a hell since he was born. His parents stolen at age one, to the point where he couldn't remember their faces or hear their voice even if he tried. Sent to live with people who hated him and treated him like a slave instead of their own flesh and blood, tormented by schoolmates for his 'wierdness'. Sent to a school where he was far more lost than he'd ever been in his life and given friends for the first time. Friends he cherished more than life itself. Friends he would probably lose...
Professor Quirrell.
Voldemort.
Ginny.
The diary, the basilisk and Tom.
Sirius.
Peter Pettigrew.
Cedric Diggory.
Voldemort-alive.
Sirius kidnapped.
Sirius dead.
Stupid Harry.
Snape.
Dumbledore's dead.
Malfoy...stupid Malfoy.
Voldemort.
Bill and Fleur's wedding...
A happy moment....
Running, hell.
Hermione and Ron.
Ron leaving.
Hell breaking loose....
The Horcruxes...the school...
A portkey. All alone.
Harry Potter was all alone.
And dying...
Harry Potter forced himself to stay standing, staring at the pale, ghastly skin that was Lord Voldemort, the half-blood Tom Marvolo Riddle. It didn't look human. It looked...like dust. Flying away on the wind.
Had he done it?
Harry stared down at his bloodied hands, seeing the dust flying into the air, carried away like feathers on the winds' back. He'd done it.
His life had flashed before his eyes, like everyone said it was supposed to. But he wasn't dead.
Harry suddenly felt his eyes and head clear, hearing the sound of water brushing against the shore of the beach he stood on, the light of the dawn starting to show over the horizon.
Where was he? How had he gotten here?
Green eyes caught sight of a small medallion and the memories flashed back. The medallion on the table at Hogwarts. Voldemort had had someone plant it there for Harry to find. It was a portkey. The portkey had transported Harry to....wherever the hell he was now. So they would be alone. No one to help Harry, no one to save him. No one to see him there when he died, crumbling and weak and begging for death. But that hadn't happened....
Hands reached up to grip the sides of his head, trying to get the thoughts to stop. He felt like he was going insane...if he could only reach the medallion, he could go home. Everything would be fine. He'd be safe.
Harry slowly began to crawl over the silken sand underneath his hands and knees, not trusting his feet at the moment. But when he gripped the medallion, that cold piece of silver glinting there in the sand, he felt something cold wash over him as a sudden burst of light split from the sun and swallowed him whole, flinging him into a hard surface where he collapsed onto the grass below it, feeling the cold and dew-dropped grass against the side of his face.
"What the bloody..." He murmured, slowly pushing himself so that he could sit on his rear on the grass, staring up at the cloudless sky overhead, the blue slowly bleeding to purple and red closer to the horizon. The sun was rising. He blinked, staring at what he'd hit. Of course now there was a Harry-shaped dent in it...
But why was he currently in front of a blue sign that read "Welcome to Sunnydale"?
Oh bugger....
Okay guys, there goes the start of it.
Don't worry, the plot bunny bit me pretty hard on me arse on this one so the next chapter will be up in quick succession...considering anyone even wants it. Well I'll write it anyway, but please leave a review to tell me if you liked it or not. It really helps out.
I had hoped that this way of Harry getting dropped in the Buffy dimension would be a bit different from what I've seen so far. So Harry won't be related to anyone here, I'm afraid. I'll try to keep things realistic. Well, cheerio!