Writer's Notes: In this chapter, we meet Buffy Wanda Grey; a combination of Buffy, Scarlet Witch and Jean Grey. She's strong, fast, agile, tough and heals faster than normal. She's also a probability warping telepath and telekinetic with a penchant for chaos magic. She finally, has the ability to sense vampires, demons and the presence of the Dark Arts.

In a fanfic called Wild Magic by Usagi-Hasano, the main character was, among other things, a reincarnation of the anime character, Lina Inverse, from Slayers. I'm planning on incorporating some of that into this character as well to explain her penchant for chaotic forces if nothing else.

We also meet Stephen Strange, who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Rupert Giles, History of Magic and School Librarian. Also in this chapter, we meet the vampire, Angelus, who was never cursed with a soul by gypsies.

The vampires in this story, by the way, fit with the Buffyverse rather than any of the other vampire stories and games out there. They Buffy-puff when staked, beheaded or exposed to the sun and get all monster-y when about to feed. They're turned by crosses, burned by holy water and can't enter holy ground; or a private dwelling without permission from the occupants for that matter. They're created when someone who is killed by a vampire is fed vampire blood at the moment of death and are basically corpses with human memories, but inhabited by demonic entities.

Chapter Two: Buffy Wanda Grey

It was after dusk; a little late for an eleven year old girl to be out by herself. Of course, this precocious blonde was no ordinary little girl. Earlier, she sensed a vampire enter her area and told her mom that she had to hunt tonight. Joyce Summers-Grey wasn't happy about her daughter's nocturnal hobby, but she'd come to accept it, so she drove her to the edge of a nearby cemetery and waited, cross in hand, for the child to finish her hunt. Buffy was unfortunately one of the few people in the world who could both detect and deal with vampires. Someone had to do it; Joyce knew that.

Wearing Sketchers, pink jeans and a powder blue "My Little Pony" shirt, the girl looked like little more than a quick meal to the animated corpse unfortunate enough to stumble into her. When he popped up behind her, growled and manifested his monstrous countenance, however, he was in for a big surprise.

"About time you showed up. Talk about inconsiderate. I'm missing one of my favorite shows. Anyway, let's get this over with."

"Huh?"

Before the creature could overcome it's surprise, a wooden stake floated up from the palm of Buffy's hand and flew forward, forcefully embedding itself in the monster's black heart. An instant later, a pile of dust lay where a vampire stood a moment before.

Her work done, Buffy quickly returned to her mother's car and climbed in.

"That was quick." Joyce said, more relieved than surprised.

"Yeah." Buffy shrugged. "He must have been a new one. Didn't even put up a fight. If we hurry, we can still catch most of The Flash tonight. It's an episode I missed in the regular season. Grant Gustin is such a fox."

The next morning, Buffy was up early and working out in the basement gym her mother helped her build when there was a knock at the door. She ran up the stairs and stepped out of the kitchen just as her mother opened the door.

Two men stood there. The first had movie star good looks. He was tall and thin. His hair was jet black with white at the sides and he had a well-trimmed moustache. His companion was a plain man; not ugly by any means, but generally bland. He wore a brown suit and glasses, and had mousy brown hair. Whereas his companion looked like a movie actor, this guy looked like a college professor.

"Hello Joyce," the movie star greeted her mother.

"Stephen," Joyce didn't seem particularly happy to see the man, but neither was she displeased, much less afraid. "It's time, I guess."

"Yes," the man named Stephen responded in a cultured, but nondescript accent. "We've come to talk with Buffy."

Buffy could hear the smile in her mother's voice. "She's probably right behind me watching us from the kitchen door."

"Mom," Buffy whined. This was not how she wanted to be introduced.

"Hello, Buffy," the second man greeted her with an equally cultured, but definitely British accent. "I'm Professor Rupert Giles. My companion is Doctor Stephen Strange. We're here with a wonderful opportunity for you."

She smirked. "Would it help if I said we already gave at the office?"

Strange smirked back. "Not particularly."

"Buffy," Joyce told her daughter. "Doctor Strange was a good friend of your father's. In fact, he's your godfather. He teaches school at a private academy in Scotland; the same school your father attended. You're old enough to go there yourself this year and they're here to invite you."

"Hogwarts School for Exceptional Students is one of the foremost magical academies in the world, Buffy," Strange added.

"You can teach me to control my hex spheres?" Now Buffy was interested.

"That and far more," Giles told her. "Far, far more."

"You have the potential to be a very powerful witch, young lady," Strange added. "In fact, you have been chosen, by fate or the powers that be, to be a powerful warrior on the side of the angels."

"This that Slayer thing?"

"That," Giles responded, "is only one facet of your potential."

Her mother spoke up. "When that vampire, Angelus, attacked us and killed your father you were just a baby. It was Stephen who drove him off and got us to safety.

"Your powers have been growing more and more potent over the past year. They've reached a level that I can't really help you much anymore. The staff at Hogwarts can and you'll be among other kids who can do a lot of things like you can."

"I teach Defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts," Strange said. "Professor Giles teaches History of Magic and manages the school's extensive library. He's also a member of what's known as the Watcher's Council; a group closely linked to Slayers like yourself.

"I know all about the Watchers." Buffy's tone left little doubt of her opinion of the group. "They have people in the area keeping an eye on me, but they refuse to train me. They say I'm too young. Never mind that I killed my first vamp when I was six."

"Between us and the other teachers at Hogwarts," Strange continued, "we can give you that training. We can teach you how to deal with threats like Angelus and his ilk, and you won't be the only student there with a special calling. In fact, there are six of you. You were all born on the same day and are prophesied to together put an end to one of the greatest threats this world has ever faced."

"What's this threat?" Buffy asked.

"He's called Voldemort," Giles told her. "He's what's known as a Dark Lord; a very powerful dark wizard. It was he who sent Angelus to kill you and your family. He was later destroyed when he personally tried to kill another of the six children of prophecy, but we don't think he's finished. It will take all six of you to complete the task."

"So, he's a lich or something?" She offered then explained. "Some older friends of mine play Dungeons and Dragons. They're always talking about liches and stuff.

"Anyway, if you can make me a better vampire hunter and teach me better control of my magic, I'm in. As much as I'll miss my mom and living in California, I can't pass this up.

"Can you keep my mom safe if I'm not here to protect her?"

"She'll be even safer than she is with you here," Strange promised. "Angelus is still looking for you. He has no idea you fled to America, but he's never given up his search. The more powerful you become, the more detectable you become. We can protect you at Hogwarts and your mother will be protected because you'll be there."

"When does school start?"

Strange handed her a parchment letter. "The train to Hogwarts pulls out of London on the first Sunday in September. Classes start the next day. This is your invitation and the list of necessary school supplies. We'll take you to the nearest magical center to get those supplies today. If we were in London, you'd be shopping at Diagon Alley. Here in Los Angeles, the equivalent is called the Mystic Way Center. It's in the Hollywood Hills."

"Shopping?" Buffy perked up. "I'm so in. My mom can come with us, right?"

"Of course." Giles smiled.

Joyce turned to Strange. "I'll drive. You navigate."

An hour later, the four found themselves on a back street in North Hollywood. They parked in front of a slightly run down shop called "Crystals and Candles New Age Center". Like the Leaky Cauldron, it was the kind of place most people wouldn't look twice at, much less walk into.

Through the store and out a backdoor, however, they entered an indoor shopping center. Magic was in the air so thick that Buffy could feel it.

"Our first stop," Strange told them, "is the local branch of Gringotts Bank. The Grey family vault is at the main branch in London, but we should be able to access more than enough funds for our purposes."

"The Grey family vault?" Buffy had never known much about that branch of her family tree.

"Yes, Buffy," Giles said. "The Grey family is an old and honored wizarding clan. They're descended from one of the greatest heroines of magical history; a woman named Lina Inverse. You even take after her. In fact, you're her spitting image. She, too, was a bit of a chaos sink. The only difference between you and the portraits of her is that you're a blonde. She had bright red hair. She was a mercenary and a sorceress in the Dark Ages, and traveled with a circle of fellow adventurers.

"Anyway, your father was the heir of the estate. Now you are. Of course, you won't be able to access all the funds until your seventeenth birthday, but a trust has been set aside for your needs that you can access."

"Money transferred from that account has been supplementing my income since we first moved here when you were a baby," Joyce interjected. "It helped me buy my antique shop."

"Cool. So I'm rich."

Strange nodded. "Since the Greys were heavily invested in both the wizarding and mundane communities, I'd say that is a fair assessment. Your forefathers were wise money managers. As executor, I've done my best to follow their example since your father was killed."

Later as they were leaving the bank with the necessary money, Buffy made a decision. "I don't think I like goblins. They're annoying and creepy."

Strange nodded. "They have their uses and are good at their jobs. Sadly, being friendly or even personable isn't in their nature."

"Hey." Buffy turned to him. "If you're supposed to be my godfather, don't you owe me a whole lot of birthday and Christmas presents?"

"Buffy!" Joyce interrupted.

Strange just laughed. "We'll have to see about that."

Their first stop was a shop called Cordelia's Fashions where Buffy was fitted for her school robes, which they would pick up later. She also picked out some new clothes more fitting the colder climate of Scotland than the temperatures in Los Angeles. The store had an interesting and eclectic mix of clothing styles and Buffy could have spent hours in there trying things on, but they had more stops to make.

Next was the Magic Shoppe Books and Supplies where the owner, a woman named Anya, helped them find the books and other supplies on Buffy's list. The store was more geared towards the texts being used at Ilvermorny, the magical academy in Massachusetts, of course, but the list from Hogwarts wasn't that different and Buffy wouldn't be the only Hogwarts student from the states.

Maclay's Apothecary was an old southern family business; something the current manager, Tara, was quite proud of. They had all the ingredients Buffy would need and then some. They even sold the proper sized pewter cauldron required by her list.

Next door to Maclay's was a shop that definitely caught Buffy's eye. It was called Xander's Weapons Emporium. She was through the door and inside the store before the adults with her even registered what happened. The proprietor was a slightly grizzled older wizard with a patch and some scars over his left eye; rather, Buffy assumed, the place where his left eye used to be.

"This ain't no place f'r kids," he growled, but didn't try to make her leave.

"Nice selection." Buffy looked around. "You have anything that's good against vampires?"

"What would a little girl like you know about vampires? Wait a minute. You ain't one o' them? Ain't you a little young?"

Strange, Giles and Joyce entered the store.

Realizing the three were with the little blonde girl, Xander turned to them. "She really a Slayer?"

"And if she is?" Strange asked.

"If she is, I may have something; something unique. It's little more 'n an oddity t' me, but t' a Slayer . . . ."

"Let's say she is a Slayer," Joyce offered.

He quickly locked the door and hung out the out to lunch sign, then directed them to the backroom of his store. "I ain't gonna say where I got th' thing, so don't ask, but it's definitely a Slayer's weapon. All my research says so."

In the backroom was a three foot cube of rock with a weapon stuck into it. The weapon had an axe on one end and a wooden stake on the other. There was a spiked knuckle guard in the middle of the shaft. It fairly vibrated with power as soon as Buffy stepped towards it.

"It's charged with light magic and will be deadly to any demon, but none so much as vampires. It's a heck of a weapon, but only a Slayer can remove it from the stone."

Buffy reached over and pulled the weapon from the rock like pulling it out of a cube of nearly melted butter.

"I've heard legends of this weapon," Giles said with a tone of awe. "The last record of its existence is over five hundred years ago. We've been looking for it ever since."

"It's one of a kind and extremely old, but of limited use to anyone not a Slayer. It would still be extremely valuable to a lot of collectors, though."

"How much?" Strange's tone cut through the attempt at negotiation.

"A thousand galleons."

"Try again." Strange wasn't going to be taken. "One call from us and MACUSA will be breathing down you neck. They'll confiscate it as a national treasure and you'll get nothing."

The man suddenly cut the price in half. "Five hundred. A knut less and I take my chances with the Congress."

"You only paid fifty for it," Buffy revealed.

"How do you know that?" Now the man was getting mad.

"Two hundred and fifty," Strange offered.

Eventually, the price was agreed to, but instead of letting Joyce pay for it, Strange wrote out a draft on his own accounts. "As Buffy said, I owe her ten years of birthdays and Christmases."

Buffy quickly thanked and impetuously hugged her godfather. "You are officially the coolest godfather ever."

He smiled and hugged her back. "We'll see if you still feel that way once you're in my class."

Leaving the weapon shop, they continued through the mall. Further down the way, they came upon a store with a sign that read Wyndam's Wands, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce; Proprietor. Inside were walls and cases stuffed with rectangular boxes containing wands of all kinds.

The man behind the counter was young and wore an austere suit. He looked like he'd once been the kind of kid who was picked on a lot in school; weak chin and pasty complexion. He seemed to know Giles.

"Giles." He said calmly as the four entered.

"Pryce." The professor responded. "The young lady is here to get her first wand."

Pryce looked at Buffy, then produced his own wand and made a few gestures. "I didn't know you'd been assigned a Slayer."

"I haven't. I'm still teaching at Hogwarts where she is about to start."

"Who's her Watcher, then?" Pryce raised an eyebrow.

"No one." Buffy told him. "They say I'm too young to train. And I really love it when people talk about me like I'm not there."

"Sorry about that, Buffy," Giles apologized. "The truth is that once you start classes, the Council is likely to name me your Watcher. Procedure is not to initiate training until the Slayers thirteenth birthday and not to start actual hunting until their fifteenth. For whatever reason, however, your potential was awakened way too early, so we'll just have to deal with it."

Eventually, the conversation turned to Buffy's wand and several were tested until they found the right one; hawthorn with a ground thunderbird talon. With that, they finished their shopping; all but picking up her robes, which wouldn't be finished for almost another hour.

To pass the time, they stopped for lunch at a restaurant in the center called Finn's International Cuisine. Halfway through the meal, however, Buffy froze.

"What's wrong, Buffy?" Joyce had seen this reaction before, but rarely during the middle of the day.

"Vampires," Buffy said. "Lots of them. At least twenty. Coming in from both ends of the mall. Four of them are really powerful."

Strange turned grimly to Giles and nodded, but Buffy had already grabbed her new weapon and was halfway to the door.

"Be careful, Buffy," Strange called after the girl as he got up and headed for the door himself. "I think Angelus figured I'd be coming for you and followed me. We assumed he would have agents watching me, so we took precautions, but he could have gotten around them."

Buffy nodded and once outside, levitated up above the crowd; her voice carrying the length of the small enclosed area. "Everyone clear the walkways! Vampires! Yo! Bloodsuckers! You looking for me? Here I am. Come and get me."

When Strange exited, he realized what she was trying to do and, for the moment, it seemed to be working. Giles was just a few steps behind him. They knew their roles without speaking.

Giles was a defensive magic specialist. Strange was better at offensive magic. While Giles went to work rescuing and protecting innocents who didn't get out of the way in time, Strange prepared to battle the vampires directly.

"Forget the cattle." A tall, blonde, achingly handsome vampire called orders to his troops. "Snack later. Kill the girl."

In his hubris, Angelus was playing right into their hands. Now if they could only take advantage of it.

"You the vampire who killed my father?" Buffy demanded.

"And I'm the one who's going to kill you. Of course, I may kill your mother right in front of your eyes first. How would you like that little girl?"

She unlimbered the weapon she called her Slayer's Axe because the real name of the thing was pretty much unpronounceable. "How about I kill you instead?"

One of the other vampires, an attractive blonde woman, recognized the weapon. "We destroyed that thing."

"What are you talking about, Darla?" Angelus demanded.

"Her weapon is designed to kill us, Angelus. The Master had us destroy it five hundred years ago. We dropped a mountain on it."

"Looks like you didn't do a good enough job."

With that, Buffy threw the weapon; not at Angelus, but at Darla. It hit stake first right on target and the woman collapsed into dust.

"Darla!" Angelus screamed with the closest thing a soulless vampire could feel to grief.

"Oh, was she important to you? How does it feel, scumbag?"

Still telekinetically controlling the axe, Buffy tried to bring it back around and imbed it in Angelus' back. Somehow he sensed it coming and dodged at the last minute. Instead he got a vicious cut on his bicep from the axe blade.

Catching the axe with her ambidextrous left hand, she balled up her right fist and directed a hex bolt at the roof of the center. She had no idea what would happen, but she was facing twenty vampires and there were six of them, including Angelus under the section she was targeting. Better yet, there were no civilians in the area.

A sparkling sphere of energy shot out and there was a loud crack as several supports suddenly gave way at the same instant. The ceiling dissolved into pieces and the roof fell in on top of the vampires. More importantly, however, the sunlight came gleaming in.

Five vampires were dead an instant later. Only Angelus somehow escaped. The man had to have the luck of the devil's own to have survived that.

Six vampires, including one of the more powerful ones, were now dust and, with the sun streaming in through the large hole in the roof and all, several of the others were thinking twice about this plan.

Buffy touched down in the middle of the sunlit section she created and began taunting. "You want me so bad, dead boy, come and get me."

"Won't have to." Angelus taunted back. "Spike."

Suddenly a platinum blonde leather boy stepped out of the restaurant. He was holding Buffy's mother.

"Surrender or I have him tear her slowly limb from limb."

"I don't think so."

Buffy gave the axe a hurl and guided it telekinetically. Before any of the vamps could react, the weapon embedded itself in the vampire named Spike's forehead and literally split his cranium in two. He crumbled into dust and the axe returned to Buffy's hand.

"Spike!" A raven haired vampire screamed in over the top anguish.

Buffy made her the next target sending the axe out again and embedding stake first in her chest. Three of the four truly powerful vampires were now dead, leaving Angelus and eleven lackeys who were now thinking more about their own survival than his mission.

When Buffy looked around, however, there weren't twelve vampires, there were only four, including Angelus. Strange hadn't been inactive and he knew a dozen different spells to take out vamps. He put them to good use in the few moments since the fight began.

"This isn't over, Slayer," Angelus spat before joining his surviving minions in retreat. "Up to now, it was just business. I took a job and I always finish what I start no matter how long it takes. Now, it's personal. I won't just be satisfied with your death. I'm going to destroy everything you care about before I let you die."

"Whatever." Buffy countered without much energy as Angelus vanished between two buildings an instant ahead of an attack from Strange.

The truth was, she was worried about her mother. Angelus knew enough about Joyce to target her. What was she going to do while Buffy was away at school? Fortunately, Strange had a plan for that.

"We're relocating both of you to Britain where we can protect you, Joyce." His tone left no room for argument. "We'll get you back home so you can pack up just what you absolutely need, then have others pack up the rest of your stuff and deal with your shop. There's no way I'm letting Angelus target you."

Writer's Notes: For my story, Angelus makes a better antagonist than Angel would make a protagonist, so no gypsy curse. Having Buffy kill the other three members of his little family just gives him even more of a reason to hate her; not that he really needed one. Now, though, it's personal and he's going to be one of several major enemies in this story.

Also in this chapter, I spontaneously chose another godparent. This seems to be becoming a pattern, but we'll see how far it goes. The weapon that Buffy found is the same one from Season Seven of the series. The name is supposed to be some kind of glottal stop or something, so I'm calling it the Slayer's Axe.

I should also note that my Hogwarts is a bit more into teaching students how to survive than Ms. Rowling's. I make no apologies for this. As I said, I'm not paralleling the books. I'm using them as a launching point for my own adventure.

As the last paragraph in the chapter suggests, Strange's interest in Joyce could be more than just Buffy. I don't know what if anything I'll do with that possibility, but I noticed it just after I wrote the line.