A/N: This story has a few little twists and turns that I hope everyone likes. I only used characters from BtVS, HP, Glee, Supernatural, and one character from Lemonade Mouth.
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Buffy stood in front of the group of girls she and the rest of the group had been training for the past year. The nine girls were some of the brightest and most talented they'd had. These were the nine that weren't being sent out to specific posts around the world. She looked at each one in turn.
Stella Luang was sixteen, Chinese father, Caucasian mother. The girl was a natural musician and had so far been able to play any instrument she looked at. She'd been living with her parents and twin brothers in Denver Colorado. Stella had been getting up to a little trouble due to boredom.
Rachel Berry, a beautiful little brunette from a small town in Ohio with big dreams of Broadway. The girl would have made it too, but then Destiny came knocking. Now, all that drive and intensity was pointed towards ridding the world of evil.
Strangely enough, they'd found three other of the new Slayers, and a witch, in that same town. Willow thought it might be due to the Hellmouth being close by.
Quinn Fabray and Kitty Wylde were both blonde, and fell into the Buffy category; they'd been cheerleaders before being called. Both were very pretty girls who had made it their life's mission to wreak havoc on the less popular. Their attitudes had changed direction once they'd been called. Where once, Quinn had made Rachel's life a living Hell, now the two girls were close. And Kitty, while still snarky and rude, had befriended the extremely quiet Marley.
Marley Rose was tall for a slayer, with long reddish-brown hair. She was very sweet and very quiet. Before training the girl had been very nervous. This last year of training had brought the girl out of her shell, and settled those nerves quite a bit.
Vi and Rona had found Tea Suarez in a small Texas town. She was short, but had a voluptuous body type. Tea had vivid, deep orange hair, dark brown eyes, and she had 'snake-bite' piercings on her lower lip. This girl knew how to brawl way before she'd been Called, having grown up with four older brothers. One of her brothers, her twin, Mateo, was only ten minutes older, and she'd dragged him with her.
Ivy Griffin, with her short, spikey, frosty pink hair, was from New York, and was the most athletic. She was a tough little package, with an attitude the size of Australia. Ivy had been homeless. She'd been stealing to survive, and sometimes the Scoobies would see the girl still looking around herself as if wondering how she got there.
Mary-Katherine O'Bannion, aka Mouse, was the smallest of them all, not even topping 5'. A curvy brunette, she was a technology genius. Mouse could rival Willow with her ability with computers. They'd found her attending a private Catholic girl's school in Boston. Her parents and brother had died in a fire in which she'd been badly burned. Her new guardian, her Uncle had sent her away. The man was a right bastard, and had barely thought about it before signing over the papers of custody to the Scoobies.
The last girl was probably her favorite. Well, everyone's favorite really. Oh, Buffy knew she shouldn't have a favorite, but Hermione Granger was special. Not only was she a fifteen-year-old Slayer who'd lost her parents before she'd been called, as in right before, but she was also a Witch. She was beyond intelligent, cunning, and brave. Not as small as Mouse, she was just barely over 5'. Her hair was a mass of wild curls that was so long it reached her bottom. Hermione's toffee-colored eyes burnt with genius, and ambition. It had been hard for her to leave her friends, and her school. Doubly hard since they were on the verge of war, and her best friend was at the epicenter of that war.
Kurt Hummel had come from the same town as Rachel, Quinn, Kitty, and Marley. A pretty boy, who was always dressed impeccably, had manifested powers the same evening that the girls were called. His father was a good man, who just wanted his son to be happy. And if being happy meant he went with the Scoobies to learn how to use these new powers… well then, by god, Kurt would go.
Oddly enough, all the young girls, including Kurt, and excluding Mouse were musically inclined, and in their off time they could be found singing, or jamming together. Oh, Mouse would be with them, dancing along, or messing on that laptop of hers.
"For the last year, you've learned how to fight the monsters," Buffy began. "You've learned what evil is, and how to destroy it. You've learned that you don't ever fight fair with the bad guys. Because they're not going to fight fair. And because at the end of the fight, you need to be the one still standing." She met each set of eyes. The more experienced Slayers still at the school, those that had been at Sunnydale, and those picked up right after, stood behind Buffy. "Cordy has had a vision. Which is the reason you've packed your bags. Our help is needed and we're going."
Faith yelled. "H.G will shrinky-dink them down to pocket size, because we're going to be coming in hot. Slayers first, then witches, Cordy in the middle and the hunters coming in last." Hermione had already cast, and the bags were put in pockets. "Let's go kill some monsters!"
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The inhabitants of Hogwarts were nervous. It had been a rough year, and a good many of the students had been withdrawn by their parents for safety sake. Dumbledore had moved the Order of the Phoenix in its entirety to live within the school walls after losing several members to Death Eater attacks. School had ended for the year, and now it was only the members of the Order that were inhabiting the old castle.
Things were beginning to look grim for the Wizarding World. Albus hadn't even sent Harry back to his Muggle relative's home for the summer. Blood wards only went so far after all. Currently, something wicked and rotten rode the wind, and though Albus had sent for help, he wasn't sure they would get there in time.
Everyone was eating the evening meal in the Great Hall, speaking in different groups softly.
"Play a game of pick-up Quidditch tomorrow?" Ron addressed the other boys at the table.
Most were nodding. "Sounds like a good plan, Weasley," Blaise responded enthusiastically. "Better invite your sister, or you'll never hear the end of it." The others laughed.
Ron grimaced. "One time, I don't tell her once and she completely goes off on me."
Lucius Malfoy was reading the evening paper, and his grimace was similar to Ronald Weasley's. "Would you look at this foolishness," he muttered.
"What's their new story this evening, Lucius?" Molly asked. She was so very tired, and she'd hoped, that by now, her only missing child would have joined them; but he hadn't. it seemed that Percy was fully entrenched at the Ministry. And the Ministry was held in the strong grasp of Voldemort.
Lucius looked at the matriarch of the Weasley family. It was hard to miss the grief in the woman's voice. "Oh, we're all apparently being held captive by Albus."
"I didn't realize I was that powerful," Albus grinned wryly.
"Didn't you know…" Lucius didn't get to finish his sentence as there was a loud banging on the main entrance of the school.
They all looked at each other warily. Arthur Weasley stood, and then made his way to the doors. The others were close behind him. He pulled the door open, and Molly gasped. There stood Percy. Hadn't she just been thinking of how she wanted him with them? Where she knew he was safe?
"Father!" Percy smiled at Arthur. He wore all black, his hair immaculately groomed, his pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight.
"Percy," Arthur murmured. The last words he and his son had spoken had not gone well. Now as he looked at the boy, something was… off.
Molly went to take a step forward, and both Fred and George stopped her. Bill pulled Fleur closer to his body.
"I'm so glad I was able to make it to you," Percy told him earnestly. "Things at the Ministry have gone so wrong!"
"Yes, I can imagine." Arthur just couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with his child. Neither moved; Percy didn't step towards the door, and Arthur didn't step outside.
Percy held his arms out, "Aren't you going to come give me a hug, Mother?" he had turned his attention to Molly.
"What has happened to you, Percy?" Molly whispered.
He tilted his head to the side as if in confusion, but the smile was still on his face. "Happened to me? Why, nothing has happened to me. I have never felt better than I do right now."
"We aren't coming out," Arthur told the boy. He felt a sinking in his gut.
Percy lost the smile for a moment, and looked down. A low, harsh laughter began to emanate from him. When he looked back up, Percy was smiling again, but now it was sinister. "Oh, Father, I must admit, I thought you would make this easier for me than you are, but no matter. If you don't let us in, my friends and I will find a way." As he spoke these words, dark figures, about thirty, began to appear from the shadows.
"Vampires," Lucius barked out harshly.
Percy was outright laughing now. He had backed up, away from the door, and held his arms up and out. "You can't hide in there forever," he crowed.
"Well, they could," a bright feminine voice announced startling everyone, including the vampires.
Everyone in the school was running for windows to see what was happening. Arthur just held Molly close to him. It seemed as if she would collapse. The vampires had automatically crouched down in battle stances at being startled.
Percy looked at the small blonde who'd spoken. She was leaning against the stone wall, examining her fingernails.
"I mean, they'd be way bored, but technically, I have been assured, that they could just stay in there."
Percy straightened, "American." He stated. She felt… different. Gave him an unpleasant ache in his gut.
"You're a quick one, arntcha?"
"What are you?" Not that it would matter in the end, he and his new friends were vampires. But wasn't it cute the American thought she could fight him?
"Oh, I'm Buffy… I'm the Slayer." She gave him a wide grin.
Percy began laughing again. "Slayers are a myth…. And you're one little girl…"
Buffy frowned. "You know, I've told Albus he needs to change you're stupid curriculum, but no, he just keeps that old man-ghost-thing Binns teaching crap."
"You're beginning to bore me," he hissed at her. He was also getting annoyed. Percy had assured his Master that they would take care of these inconveniences. "There are over thirty of us, little girl."
Buffy sighed, "Yeah, I know," Then she looked up at him and shared a predatory grin. "That's why I brought some friends."
More women, well, more girls really, appeared from behind the stone wall. Seventeen girls spread out, each taking in where each of the undead were positioned. One girl stepped forward, next to Buffy. "Hello, Percy."
Now Percy was surprised. "Hermione Granger," he almost shouted. "Picked a bad time to come back to school, little Mudblood."
Inside they heard him say her name, and there was a rush of movement to get to a position where they could see the little witch.
Hermione smirked at the redhead. "My you do seem to have gotten yourself into some trouble here, Percy."
It annoyed him that his remark didn't seem to affect her. He was going to speak, but was cut off by another of the females.
"Yo! We gonna do this or what?" Faith snapped out, spinning her sharpened sai in both hands. "I'm getting' super bored. And I want to try some of this butterbeer H.G keeps talkin' about! And these guys are super lame!"
And with that, the vampires attacked.