The Light to Another World
Disclaimer: Too lazy to write it again, go to chapter 1 for disclaimer.
Author's Note: Wow. Seven reviews in my first night of posting. That's definitely a personal record. Well hey, keep reviewing, I'll keep writing. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Flames are not encouraged, so if you don't like, don't read. Also about the question of Anya, she just died, like she did it the episode. And for those who love Spike, sorry, he just didn't fit.
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The Slayers had no clue what the hell was going on. They were last in the school about to die, then without any reason whatsoever they end up in a dark hole, and now this place? They where in a big room, with a ceiling that looked like a night sky. There were a lot of candles, and torches. The room was filled with teenagers except for a group of people who gathered round them who for the most part looked older then their grandparents. A greasy- looking near middle age man, grabbed the scythe, which caused the two slayers to forget their injuries and jump up. Faith grabbed it back stating it was theirs.
"Where the fuck, are we?"
"Prefects please take your house back to the dormitory, while we help these to young ladies," said an old man.
The students left all trying to take looks at who fell from the sky. Once they were all gone, the greasy man asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Faith was clearly on the defensive, "Who we are is none of your damn business, and how the fuck are we supposed to know why we're here if we don't even know where the fuck here is?"
"How dare you take such a tone with me?"
"Leave us alone, you grease-ball, do you miss the invention of shampoo," Buffy finally chimed in.
"You aren't exactly the cleanest people here either."
"Looks like we landed in England," Buffy said to Faith ignoring grease- ball's remark.
"Great, England, home of the people who tried to kill me."
"Yea, the counsel, aren't good people, in fact more harm than help."
"They're not tryin' to kill ya."
"Maybe if you didn't make a habit of killing people they wouldn't be after you," Buffy responded clearly trying to scare these people away.
"They didn't come after you when you stuck that knife in my gut," Faith said getting on board with Buffy. "So, do you work for them, cause we gone a bone to pick with them, if you do."
"Young ladies, I can assure you that we do not work for this counsel, so you say, but we would like to help you if we can. So we need some basic information to help, such as your names, and how you got here," said the old man.
"Maybe, what you plan on using this weapon for," said grease-ball.
"I might use it to kill you if you don't get any nicer."
Just then the greasy-man pulled out of piece of wood, about as long, maybe longer than a stake, but no where as thick, pointed it at the two Slayers and yelled, "Rictusempra!"
A strange red light quickly arose from the stick, and hit the two Slayers, and everyone except the Slayers, who had no clue what happened, looked extremely surprised.
"What are you?"
"A murderer and an escaped convict, if it's any of business."
"Severus, maybe you should just stop talking, it appears you just make them madder, and with that weapon they are likely to kill you regarding the recent conversation of evil deeds," said an elderly women. "Ladies," she continued, "we mean you no harm. Severus here has a tendency to speak, before he thinks. Could you tell us your names so that we might be able to help you get back to America. You are American are you, not?"
Buffy responded, "Yes, we are from American, California, to be exact. My name if Buffy Summers, and this is Faith...um, Faith what is your last name?"
"Morgan, I'm Faith Morgan."
"Well Miss Summers and Miss Morgan, my name is Professor Dumbledore, this woman next to me is Professor McGonagall, and the man you threatened to kill, is Professor Snape. You are at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"In England," Faith persisted.
"In a way, we are in a different world, separate from the world live in."
"A magical world," Buffy questioned.
"Yes, and seeing that nothing happened to you after Professor Snape's spell, it is also your world."
"So you're wizards?"
"Yes, and if you do not mind would you tell us what exactly you are."
Buffy and Faith were silent. They were unsure whether or not to tell them, but then Buffy spoke, "We're Slayers."
"That's not possible," Snape said, "The Slayer is a myth and even if it did exist there would only be one."
"We exist all right, and now not only is there one Slayer, over a couple hundred."
"Not likely."
"O it's likely and its one-hundred perfect true," Faith chimed in. "And I will be awfully glad to show you what Slayer abilities can do if you don't watch it."
"Is that a threat?"
"You bet your ass it's a threat."
"Please stop, Miss Morgan, Severus. Miss Summers and Miss Morgan if you like we can set you up with a place to stay for the night."
"Professor, we would greatly appreciate that," Buffy responded.
"Then please follow me."
Professor Dumbledore took them up several flights of stairs, and brought them to statue of a dragon, where he said the word, "Licorice." Automatically the statue turned around and opened into a large room, with a stair case twisting and separating into several different rooms.
"Your rooms are upstairs, in a few minutes our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be coming by to talk to you, but for the moment please make yourselves at home," Professor Dumbledore said as he left.
The big room was beautifully decorated. Stone walls where decorated with moving portraits of people and five flags. One is the center with the word "Hogwarts" on it in big print. Buffy assumed it was the school flag. The other flags had the words, "Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." Each flag had an animal on it and was a different color." At the end of the room was a fire-place with a roaring fire. The floor was hard wood, stained to a dark color, the couches and chairs where around the fire and beautiful not to mention comfortable, Faith would know because she tried them all. Buffy and Faith sat on the couch in front of the fire, when the door opened.
"Buffy? Faith? It really is a small world."
** Author's Note: This is an unusually long chapter for me, so please don't get used to them being this long. Also just so you know, the Scoobies would be totally abandoned in this story, the new slayers, however will go bye-bye. Sorry, just too many people to write about if I have them in, the only Slayer I might keep is Kennedy, because she's Willow's girlfriend but even then I might find some way to bring Tara back so that she is gone. Or I might bring Willow back to the straight side. Your input would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: Too lazy to write it again, go to chapter 1 for disclaimer.
Author's Note: Wow. Seven reviews in my first night of posting. That's definitely a personal record. Well hey, keep reviewing, I'll keep writing. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Flames are not encouraged, so if you don't like, don't read. Also about the question of Anya, she just died, like she did it the episode. And for those who love Spike, sorry, he just didn't fit.
**
The Slayers had no clue what the hell was going on. They were last in the school about to die, then without any reason whatsoever they end up in a dark hole, and now this place? They where in a big room, with a ceiling that looked like a night sky. There were a lot of candles, and torches. The room was filled with teenagers except for a group of people who gathered round them who for the most part looked older then their grandparents. A greasy- looking near middle age man, grabbed the scythe, which caused the two slayers to forget their injuries and jump up. Faith grabbed it back stating it was theirs.
"Where the fuck, are we?"
"Prefects please take your house back to the dormitory, while we help these to young ladies," said an old man.
The students left all trying to take looks at who fell from the sky. Once they were all gone, the greasy man asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Faith was clearly on the defensive, "Who we are is none of your damn business, and how the fuck are we supposed to know why we're here if we don't even know where the fuck here is?"
"How dare you take such a tone with me?"
"Leave us alone, you grease-ball, do you miss the invention of shampoo," Buffy finally chimed in.
"You aren't exactly the cleanest people here either."
"Looks like we landed in England," Buffy said to Faith ignoring grease- ball's remark.
"Great, England, home of the people who tried to kill me."
"Yea, the counsel, aren't good people, in fact more harm than help."
"They're not tryin' to kill ya."
"Maybe if you didn't make a habit of killing people they wouldn't be after you," Buffy responded clearly trying to scare these people away.
"They didn't come after you when you stuck that knife in my gut," Faith said getting on board with Buffy. "So, do you work for them, cause we gone a bone to pick with them, if you do."
"Young ladies, I can assure you that we do not work for this counsel, so you say, but we would like to help you if we can. So we need some basic information to help, such as your names, and how you got here," said the old man.
"Maybe, what you plan on using this weapon for," said grease-ball.
"I might use it to kill you if you don't get any nicer."
Just then the greasy-man pulled out of piece of wood, about as long, maybe longer than a stake, but no where as thick, pointed it at the two Slayers and yelled, "Rictusempra!"
A strange red light quickly arose from the stick, and hit the two Slayers, and everyone except the Slayers, who had no clue what happened, looked extremely surprised.
"What are you?"
"A murderer and an escaped convict, if it's any of business."
"Severus, maybe you should just stop talking, it appears you just make them madder, and with that weapon they are likely to kill you regarding the recent conversation of evil deeds," said an elderly women. "Ladies," she continued, "we mean you no harm. Severus here has a tendency to speak, before he thinks. Could you tell us your names so that we might be able to help you get back to America. You are American are you, not?"
Buffy responded, "Yes, we are from American, California, to be exact. My name if Buffy Summers, and this is Faith...um, Faith what is your last name?"
"Morgan, I'm Faith Morgan."
"Well Miss Summers and Miss Morgan, my name is Professor Dumbledore, this woman next to me is Professor McGonagall, and the man you threatened to kill, is Professor Snape. You are at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"In England," Faith persisted.
"In a way, we are in a different world, separate from the world live in."
"A magical world," Buffy questioned.
"Yes, and seeing that nothing happened to you after Professor Snape's spell, it is also your world."
"So you're wizards?"
"Yes, and if you do not mind would you tell us what exactly you are."
Buffy and Faith were silent. They were unsure whether or not to tell them, but then Buffy spoke, "We're Slayers."
"That's not possible," Snape said, "The Slayer is a myth and even if it did exist there would only be one."
"We exist all right, and now not only is there one Slayer, over a couple hundred."
"Not likely."
"O it's likely and its one-hundred perfect true," Faith chimed in. "And I will be awfully glad to show you what Slayer abilities can do if you don't watch it."
"Is that a threat?"
"You bet your ass it's a threat."
"Please stop, Miss Morgan, Severus. Miss Summers and Miss Morgan if you like we can set you up with a place to stay for the night."
"Professor, we would greatly appreciate that," Buffy responded.
"Then please follow me."
Professor Dumbledore took them up several flights of stairs, and brought them to statue of a dragon, where he said the word, "Licorice." Automatically the statue turned around and opened into a large room, with a stair case twisting and separating into several different rooms.
"Your rooms are upstairs, in a few minutes our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be coming by to talk to you, but for the moment please make yourselves at home," Professor Dumbledore said as he left.
The big room was beautifully decorated. Stone walls where decorated with moving portraits of people and five flags. One is the center with the word "Hogwarts" on it in big print. Buffy assumed it was the school flag. The other flags had the words, "Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." Each flag had an animal on it and was a different color." At the end of the room was a fire-place with a roaring fire. The floor was hard wood, stained to a dark color, the couches and chairs where around the fire and beautiful not to mention comfortable, Faith would know because she tried them all. Buffy and Faith sat on the couch in front of the fire, when the door opened.
"Buffy? Faith? It really is a small world."
** Author's Note: This is an unusually long chapter for me, so please don't get used to them being this long. Also just so you know, the Scoobies would be totally abandoned in this story, the new slayers, however will go bye-bye. Sorry, just too many people to write about if I have them in, the only Slayer I might keep is Kennedy, because she's Willow's girlfriend but even then I might find some way to bring Tara back so that she is gone. Or I might bring Willow back to the straight side. Your input would be greatly appreciated.