Title: Trinity of Saints
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-18 (for disturbing imagery involving juveniles)
Disclaimer: Whedon owns BtVS, Rowling owns HP, Kripke owns SPN, Jmaria owns the girl (and a couple of Bratz dolls, but no Barbies)
Spoilers: Series for BtVS, season 2 & au!season 3 for SPN, au!books/movies 6 & 7 and set when each character mentioned is 26/27 (as Dean was born in '79, and Buffy & Harry were born in '80/'81 according to canon)
Summary: What happens when three heroes, each slated for an early death, miss their final bows? They're charged with handling the fallout from their resurrections.
A/N: That prologue has been languishing on my computer for the last three years (along with an Underworld crossover that I may or may not post anytime soon. I'm kind of sick of just looking at it being all lazy.) There is brief mention of two relationships in this part. That's all they are - you're most likely not going to see them again.

Trinity of Saints
Part One: Visions

Buffy Summers was balancing her pencil on her nose when the vision thing happened. One minute, hilarity involving semi-seal like behavior, the next - agony of a thousand flaming suns. She vaguely heard her little sister yelling at her, but mostly? She heard carousel music and a little girl whimpering. A small, dark haired innocent girl with blood dripping down her back popped into her line of sight. Two men, one dark-haired and the other with sandy blonde hair were sprawled at her feet. The little girl shook them, whispering names that Buffy could barely hear.

"Harry! Dean! You have to help them, Buffy! You have to save them, so you can save me!"

Buffy jerked up, startling her sister, who'd come to hover over her. Fear and confusion flooded Dawn's face as Buffy blinked slowly to gain her equilibrium.

"Buffy?" Dawn asked, pushing a strand of hair out of Buffy's eyes.

"Do we know a Harry and a Dean?"

Harry Potter was exhausted. He shifted his gaze over to his partner and after eight years, he still couldn't believe his luck.

"You're doing it again, Scar-head, and I don't much appreciate it," Draco Malfoy snarled, pulling himself away from his wife for two seconds.

"Be nice, Draco," Ginny Malfoy scolded, slapping him on the shoulder.

Harry shook his head and turned back to his own lunch companion. Luna smiled knowingly at him.

"I warned you she had the potential to crave the bad boys," Luna shook her head.

"Yeah, but Malfoy? Seriously, I never saw that happening."

"You should've. They bickered like an old married couple, or rather, like Ron and Hermione," Luna shrugged.

"I was referring to him being assigned my partner, not the whole marriage thing," Harry ducked his head down.

"Yes, well, according to Tonks, it was because you two were too competitive," Luna shrugged.

"What are you doing asking Tonks after my placement?" Harry raised a brow at Luna.

"Inquiring minds," Luna smiled gently. "I am a reporter after all."

"I'd sort of forgotten that," Harry shook his head.

"You'd forget a lot of things…" Luna's voice faded out as Harry's scar started to throb.

It wasn't right - his scar hadn't hurt since Voldemort had been defeated all those years ago. Images flashed before him, blocking out Luna's voice and face, but not entirely. He saw a spinning crowd looming up before him, a green glowing form to the left surrounding a girl who was chained to a - carousel horse? A blonde couple racing toward him - Merlin, she's gorgeous - and was that Luna laying on the ground so still?

"Harry!"

"Oi, Potter, quit it now!"

"Draco, he's not doing it on purpose!"

"Winchester - Summers," Harry murmured, stretching his hands out to the wobbling figures.

"What's he going on about?" Ginny murmured, stepping through the couple that had been before him.

"I don't know," Luna whispered as her shaking hand took hold of his.

Dean Winchester was laid out flat, gulping in huge lung-filling breaths. His vision spun like a twister, bright lights flashing in and out of his line of sight. Sam had been held limply in the arms of two smaller, bleeding women - a blonde and a brunette. A guy with dark hair and glasses had been yanking him back from reaching them, and another blonde had been pulling a little girl behind her. Screams and horse sounds had flooded his ears.

"Dean, you with us?" Sam leaned over him.

"What?"

"You hit your head on the Impala," Sam said slowly. "And then you had a seizure. You okay?"

"Where'd the chicks go?" Dean groaned, pushing himself up off the ground.

"Chicks?"

"And that kid -"

"Dean," Sam's brow furrowed. "There's nobody here but us."

"Where the hell that carousel go?"

"I'm telling you, Giles, this was not an ordinary slayer vision," Dawn hissed over the phone.

"Dawn -"

"She never picks up on names, and definitely not that accurately. Or descriptions that well. We're looking for a guy named Dean, light brown hair, around six feet tall and packing heat -"

"What on earth?" Giles sputtered over the phone.

"Her words, not mine. And another guy named Harry, black hair, about 5'10 or 5'11, with glasses and a jagged scar on his forehead, whipping a stick in the air."

"Buffy was able to give you these details?"

"I know, right? Also, she said there was a little girl there, crying her eyes out."

"What did she look like, Dawn?" Giles asked after a few tense moments.

"Dark hair and crying was all she could get on the girl," Dawn sighed. "She wants to go on a road trip, Giles. Says she feels compelled."

"Dear lord."

"I've got to go to the states -"

"Because your scar hurts," Ron said slowly, staring at Harry as if he'd gone off the deep end.

"Harry, you know it may be a trick -" Hermione said quietly.

"It's not like what happened with Sirius and the Department of Mysteries," Harry snapped, hating that his friends were doubting him.

"He can't go alone," a quiet voice interrupted whatever Hermione was starting to say. Luna, who'd been quietly thinking by herself in the corner since Harry's babbled out what he'd seen.

"Hell no," Harry scowled at her.

"Neville's over there gathering some rare species for the school's collection, and I've been meaning to go and meet him on a zoological exploration of my own. I'm scheduled to leave in four days time," Luna ignored him.

"Luna, you could have very well been dead in that vision!" Harry growled.

"I could be very well dead here as well," Luna snorted snippily. She glanced over at the murmuring couple and lowered her voice, "Fate is conspiring with you for a change, Harry. Do you really think Ron and Hermione will let you go gallivanting off alone?"

"No -"

"And with her pregnant, it be better off if I went with you. If anything happens, I'm far more expendable -"

"You're not expendable, Lu," Harry frowned.

"I know. But I haven't a husband or wife or future child to endanger."

"Something bad is going down, Sammy," Dean tossed back a shot.

"I thought I was the one with the psychic visions," Sam shuddered, knocking back his own shot.

"Apparently it's a family trait. Wonder if it's on the Winchester or the Campbell side," Dean motioned for another round.

"Is that's what bugging you?"

"The psychic thing?" Dean frowned. "Not really."

"Huh."

"Huh," Dean gave his head a tiny shake. "What bugs me is you hooking up with two chicks and me getting saddled with a dude."

The house was too quiet. Bronwyn tip-toed down the stairs, the tiny squeak of the boards not giving her away. Or at least she hoped. Her dolls were in the tiny bag cinched up on her shoulder. She froze as she reached the bottom step, the disjointed hum of the shattered TV finally hitting her ears.

"Papa?"

"Papa's not home, precious."