Disclaimer: Again, I repeat myself-I OWN NOTHING HERE! Harry Potter and all related characters, settings, materials belong to J. K. Rowlings and any associates that may have a legal claim to her creation. Joss Whedon and his group own Buffy The Vampire Slayer and all related characters, materials, and settings.

Once upon a time, I threatened to release the rejected version of the first chapter on unprotected, unprepared minds. And, here it is-Bwahahahahaha!

Actually, I had nothing else to currently put up, the next chapter still under construction. But I thought fans of this story could have a little something to chew on while they're waiting for an update.

So, don't blame me if it's bad-Remember now . . .it's a reject for a reason.

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Rejected!

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REJECTED!

The day started off as a completely normal day. For starters, sunlight had somehow managing to slip past her eyelids, while her ears rang with an abominable, but oh so familiar, noise. Buffy woke up to the sun lighting up her bedroom, and her surviving alarm clock ringing away. After a Slayer glare at the offending device, and oh, so gently, pressing down on the off button, Buffy grudgingly got up, stretched, yawned and padded off to the bathroom, emerging refreshed and clean with a previously missing bounce to her step. Her clothing, hair and makeup followed-Buffy took a few minutes to decide on accessories-Coordinating everything with her shoes, naturally. Afterwards, Buffy hurried downstairs, greeted her mother, Joyce, and vacuumed up her breakfast and dashed out the door with a cheerful, "See you later, mom!"

The rest of the school day was predictable-She met up with Willow and Xander, endured Cordelia's snark and the Cordettes' sneers. Snyder the troll predicted a dim future and rained his usual contempt on her and just about everyone else. The classes? Hmmm, Buffy admitted sleeping through many of them. Good thing Willow was willing to share her excellent class notes. Later, Xander expressed his love for The All Great Twinkie. Complete with grand expansive gestures and, ewww, loving caresses. When he planted loving gentle kisses on the soft, yellow pastries before biting into them, somehow, for some reason, his behavior reminded Buffy of the new lipstick she was planing on buying-Kind of expensive, but beauty costs and all of that. Giles was in his library and said stuff-Buffy was certain of it . . .only, all Buffy could recall was that it sounded like, "Waah, blah, waah, Buffy, waah, blah, waah, Buffy."-But with a really tweedy accent.

She stretched the school day with Giles, taking a turn at pounding her Watcher into a painful daze during a sparing session. Then leaving the older man to nurse his battered ego and bruises, Buffy contently strolled down the school's empty corridors, the sounds her shoes were making echoed in the emptiness (That reminded Buffy; she had to learn the name of the newest school custodian. Happily, unlike his predecessors who usually ended up in the back dumpster, either whole or in incomplete pieces, the last one had a sudden saving epiphany: He turned in his resignation and then turned himself in to the Immigration people for a free ticket back home.) Empty, that was, until she sensed them-Not Human, but not demonic either. Curious, Buffy waited for the attack she knew was coming. When the flying chair came hurling at her, Buffy lazily dodged it. The chair crashed into the wall behind her with a loud noise, taking chips of plaster out of the wall, Buffy smirked and tauntingly called out-"Is that all you got?"

Suddenly, a life size cardboard cut out of Snyder, wearing only a tiny, teeny, bright red speedo, and a biiiig smile on his face, appeared in front of her!

Buffy froze in disbelieving wide burning eyed horror!

Oh, God! Nooooo!

*Thump-thwack!*

And that was when, Buffy's traumatic moment was abruptly, and thankfully, cut off by an unknown object forcefully and painfully connecting with her head.

It was a baseball. She was hit by a thrown baseball. Buffy came to that conclusion when she regained painful, head throbbing consciousness. Her eyes remained closed, but she felt the thick weave of the rug beneath her, the uneven ground and twigs and stones the rug was attempting to cushion. The cold wind dancing on her skin betrayed the presence of the living forest around her in the form of scent and sound. It also explained that she was not in Miller's Woods; Buffy knew Miller's Woods intimately, and hated the dark, twilight, literally haunted, place. Buffy knew its sinister sounds and fetid smells-Wherever she was, it was someplace far from the Pacific Ocean and Californian desert; where fresh, wholesome, cold air threaded itself through trees and brush. And, aside from the unfamiliar, alien company surrounding her, Buffy senses told her it was demon free-Ugh, that was new.

It was a baseball . . .Yep, yep, Buffy was fairly certain of it, jumping back to her earlier musings. She should know . . .she had experience. Over time she had been struck in the head by baseball bats, fence posts, two-by-fours, assorted and miscellaneous types of timber; pipes, wrenches, tools . . .the occasional mannequin arm . . .Hell, Buffy considered with some humor, having a thick skull could sometimes be a good thing!

In some ways, Buffy reflected stoically, keeping her eyes closed and feigning unconsciousness, and ignoring the clawing pain of her headache, the day had been fairly typical and normal for her. Up to and including getting knocked out and tied up. Buffy carefully tested the ropes' strength, and came to the conclusion, based on the irritating prickling teasing her Slayer senses, that they were magically enhanced. Normal rope would have stretched at her experimental tugs.

Buffy's spidey senses warned her she was surrounded at all sides by twenty or so of Whatever-They-Were. She kept her eyes closed.

"M-M-Mistress Buffy awake?" The high pitched, squeaky voice sounded somewhat familiar. Buffy was abruptly left wondering where she had heard that type of voice before. "P-P-Please, Mistress Buffy . . .W-We need to talk, and there's not much time." The Voice pleaded.

Buffy's eyes popped open and she regarded the wrinkled little creature, cringing next to her. It had big, wide terrified eyes, and big wide pointed ears, and thin, spindly arms and legs-And oh, it was dressed in a pillowcase.

A House Elf! Buffy's Halloween memories rose up providing identification of the thing. Slytherin's paranoia unexpectedly shot up and started screaming panicked alarm-Never trust them! They were secretly trying to take over by stealing socks and making their victims think they were crazy! Buffy paused at that point, suspecting an interesting story there, but, meh, decided not to pursue it. Still, letting on that she knew what it was might not be of the good. Soooo . . .

Buffy narrowed her eyes at it. "So get with the explainy already!" The creature looked confused and uncertain. Buffy felt like sighing in exasperation. "Talk! Tell me who you are, what you are, and what you want!" She snapped out at it.

To Buffy's shock the creature fell to it's knees and began wailing!

Her Halloween memories assured Buffy that what the wrinkled, ugly little creature was doing was perfectly normal for his species. And thus, saved her from her own mini panic attack-And feeling like a complete bully and heel. In between cries of apologies and sobs, it finally stuttered out, "I-I is Dobby, Mistress! House elf to Masters Malfoy! Dobby wants Mistress to save Harry Potter! Poor Harry Potter dies if Mistress don't save Harry Potter!"

Buffy blinked-And she blinked again. "Okaay, you want me to save some guy-?" She asked, uncertain.

Dobby wailed. "No guy, Mistress! Baby Harry Potter! Baby Harry Potter in terrible danger!"

"Oh," Buffy looked thoughtful. Baby, huh, this could get interesting. "First, could you mind untying me, please? Since we're making with the talking and not fighting it's really, really uncomfortable. And, hey!" Coming to the realization, she suddenly demanded angrily. "Why did you attack me in the first place, if all you wanted to do was ask for my help? And did you guys pulled me in through a portal? 'Cause I have to tell you, I feel portal energy residual on me." NOT! She was guessing-But even a small advantage could pay big dividends later-Or completely screw her over. Meh, like this situation, she just had to wait and see how things played themselves out.

The house elf violently trembled. "W-We, Dobby, not know if Mistress help us or not. Goblins say Slayers violent, attack Dobby, attack House Elves on sight."

Buffy gasped!

"That is . . .Slander!" Buffy hissed in outrage, glaring at the cowering Dobby. "I don't know what these goblin people of yours are-But I'm not that type of Slayer!" Well, hell yeah, she knew what Goblins were. Salazar Slytherin's memories were detailed and precise when it came down to magical creatures: especially those beings and species with Human traits and qualities. Or had larders filled with butchered Human bodies-One of the reasons they kept going to war in the first place.

Her Slayer part placed them as Rivals and Predators of the Human species, and thus, dangerous to Humanity and its interests. Buffy made a mental note to do a spot check on them later.

Dobby took one brief look at the obviously homicidally enraged Slayer and the small being squeaked, "Eep!" and folded into a terrified lump, convinced those evil emotions playing on the blonde female's face were directed at him! His big ears violently quivering and his entire body shaking with fear. He seemed to be trying to melt into the ground.

Buffy felt her resolve wavering in a wave of remorse-Her Slytherin part hissed in alarm and annoyance. She had to remind herself that House Elves were evil little buggers intent on, on . . .Well, Something! What that something was remained hidden-But Buffy was confident she could eventually find out what the little none demony things were hiding, and stop them! Yep, yep, Buffy was confident in her ability to create a cunning way to find out their Big Secret, expose them, and then deal with them in her usual Slayer self! But first, she had to lose the ropes . . .

"Okay, I'll forgive you this time," Buffy magnanimously declared-Her green eyes wide and sincere, her smile bright and toothy. "Just untie me, and I'll forget our little misunderstanding, okay?"

Big, tragic eyes, pooling with unshed tears, suddenly cleared and widened in happiness. "At once, Mistress Buffy!" Dobby eagerly said. He snapped long fingers and the ropes binding Buffy disappeared.

Sucker!

She jumped up to her feet and stabbed an accusatorial forefinger at the poor, startled, house elf.

"You are not sticking me with cloth nappies!" Buffy snarled. "Understand this . . .If I'm going to be traveling with a baby, with most of the magical community out and about hunting for him," (And damn if it isn't likely that for most of them, this is probably the first real bit of exercise they've ever gotten in their lives!) "I won't be able to use any of the convenient baby care spells or products normally used to keep baby's bottom fresh, clean and rash clear." Hey, there was always a possibility someone might wise up enough to sent out a wide area detection spell, and pick up on the residual energies of multiple low level Apparation spells. They seem simple, but the precision and detail of those spells make them stand out (No one out to change a dirty diaper wants to make the baby's bottom disappear too, do they?). After that, they would have to go door-to-door and personally eyeball the situation to eliminate each suspect. Then again, they would have to apply common sense and actually think to do that. "That means buying things like ordinary disposable diapers, wipes, and whatnot. You guys are going to provide all that stuff-Oh, and change those diapers on occasion, too, Mister! Is that clear?"

The howl of personal misery that unexpectedly poured out of the little creature was really . . .irritating. A shell-shocked Buffy decided.

"Dobby sorry! Dobby sorry!" Wailed the distraught House Elf, wringing his long fingered hands in frantic distress. "Dobby will get muggle diapers and things! Dobby will change Master Harry's diapers! Dobby will-!"

"Okay! Okay!" Buffy hurried to calm the distraught House Elf; she had a panicky idea of what Dobby was going to say he would do, and did not want the Dobby to confirm it for her. "First things first . . .Tell me everything about this baby; this Harry Potter."

Sally respected the Goblins, even if they were nasty little buggers, but at least they were upfront and honest about themselves and what they wanted. But she was thoroughly suspicious and paranoid when it came down to the House Elves. Dashing through Sally's information on the small beings, Buffy had to agree there was something off about them.

Her inner Slayer agreed with Sally, they buzzed her spidey senses.

Meh, can't find out what their secrets plans are if I'm shouting my suspicions at them, Buffy reasoned. Okay, it was time to go along with the alleged bad guys, and see what the what was.

THE END

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See? It was weird and it had too many holes in it-And, honestly, ordinarily that alone wouldn't have stopped me from putting it up (I revel in weird, and holes can be filled in), but it wasn't going anywhere. At least, I didn't think so.

Anyway, for those readers who are waiting for an update to the main story, it's going to be a while before I can get back to it-Sorry about that.

As for this portion of this story, it's as complete as it's ever going to get. A big, fat, The End for it. Goodbye, and thanks!