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Chapter Three

Ghost

Hermione stood up quickly and stared at the woman who was staring right back at her.

"Who are you?" They both asked at the same time.

"I'm Buffy Summers." The woman introduced.

"Hermione Granger." Hermione replied.

Buffy held out her hand and Hermione went to shake it, but her hand just went right through.

Buffy held up her hand to her face and stared at it. "What's going on?" She muttered.

Hermione bit her lip. She had a pretty good idea about what probably had happened. "What do you remember last?"

"I was in this house with my friend, Spike, when we were attacked." Buffy paused and her hand went to her neck. "I was killed, my neck was broken. Oh god."
Hermione smiled sadly. "I'm sorry."
"Why am I here though? Shouldn't I have passed on?"

"Sometimes your spirit doesn't. If they have unfinished business."

"I know, but I didn't…oh yeah. But why am I in, where am I?" Buffy looked around, puzzled.

"In my apartment in London." Hermione replied.

"As in London, England, United Kingdom?" Buffy gasped.

Hermione looked confused. "Yes. Why?"
"I died in Sunnydale, California."

"Oh my…How the hell did you get here? Why did you come here?" Hermione gasped.

"I don't know. Hey, what happened to your door?" Buffy asked, looking at the broken closet door.

"It was jammed and I pulled it. It's never happened to me before. Just like this burst of strength." Hermione told her.

Buffy froze. A burst of strength? As in Slayer strength? She had had the same thing happen to her when she was first a slayer.

"Hermione, I think I know why I am here."
"Why?" The young woman asked, standing up and walking to the kitchen to put the wood in the bin.

"You're a Vampire Slayer."

Hermione froze. "Excuse me?"

"Vampires are real and…"

"I already know Vampires are real, I haven't heard the term Vampire Slayer before." Hermione sighed.

Buffy smiled wryly. Giles would have been so proud if he could hear her actually take his little speech seriously. "As long as there have been Vampires, there has been the Slayer. One girl in all the world with the strength and speed to stop the spread of their evil. When one dies another is called."

"I need to sit down." Hermione gasped, fumbling to her sofa and sinking into it. "You're saying that I am the Vampire Slayer."

"Not the only one." Buffy shrugged.

"But you said…"

"I know. When I was sixteen, I was bitten and weakened by a Vampire called the Master,"

Hermione gasped. "The master?"
"You know of him?" Buffy raised her eyebrows.

"Of course. I know of all the famous Vampires. The Master, Darla, Angelus, Drusilla, William the Bloody. The list goes on." Hermione told her.

"How?" Buffy asked.

Hermione drew her wand. "I'm not only a Slayer, I'm a witch too."

Buffy shook her head. "And how do you know of the Vampires then?"

"We were taught about them in school. I'll explain later. You were saying." Hermione smiled.

"Okay, so the Master threw me into some water and I drowned. I was revived, but it was enough for my successor to be called. A Slayer called Kendra. She died a year later, killed by Drusilla, and Faith was called. I guess this time when I died you were called. But that doesn't account for when I died two years ago." Buffy mused.

"You die a lot." Hermione remarked dryly.

"Two years ago I sacrificed myself in my sister's place. There was like this portal opening and to close it she had to die. But seeing as we shared the same blood, I was able to be substitute. My friends resurrected me and here I am today." Buffy held her arms out. "Dead again, apparently." She huffed.

"I'm sorry. Maybe the mystical energy within the portal disrupted the, what is it that calls the next Slayer?" Hermione paused, puzzled.

"The Powers That Be." Buffy told her.

"Maybe the portal's energy disrupted the link between the Slayer and the Powers That Be. Maybe that's why a new Slayer wasn't called." Hermione suggested.

"Yeah, maybe. But right now, you are needed in my hometown. There's a big fight going on. A war." Buffy said urgently.

Hermione grinned and stood up right away. "Great. An adventure. Just what I have been looking for."

"You have?" Buffy asked.

"Well, recently in the Wizarding World…"

"There's a Wizarding World?" Buffy gasped.

"Oh yeah. Yes, there is a whole separate world hidden beneath the one you know. We have shopping alleys and all sorts. We have our own currency and schools. Even our own methods of transport, besides the obvious Broomstick of course. But even they have many different models, each one faster than the next. Brooms are a bit like cars in that way." Hermione explained briefly.

She went on to explain the bloodlines roughly and the history surrounding the war. She also went onto to explain how she, Harry and Ron played central figures in the war.

"So, after all that, we feel our lives are empty. It just feels so mundane. That's why this is right up my street." Hermione grinned.

Buffy nodded. "Sounds fair. I think the Powers chose the right girl to become the next Slayer."

"Thanks. So when do we go?" Hermione smiled at the former Slayer's ghost.

"We can go as soon as you get plane tickets and are all packed." Buffy told her.

"I have a much quicker way to travel than plane." Hermione grinned, fingering her wand.

"Okay, so that only leaves the packing."

"Easy." Hermione turned to her flat and silently summoned her bottomless bag.

She went around her flat collecting only those things she would need the most; clothes, shoes, essentials, her mini potions kit, her potions supplies, obviously her potions, her magical books and her three way mirror that was linked to Harry and Ron's own mirrors.

She laid them out on her sofa and double checked that she had everything. "There."

"How are you going to fit all that, in there?" Buffy asked, curiously eying the small bag.

"Appearances can be deceiving. It's a bottomless bag, sort of like Mary Poppins' bag. Pack." Hermione ordered, her wand pointed at all the items she had laid out.

Buffy watched in amazement as the items flew into the bag, some bigger items even shrinking a little.

"I'm not sure how this will work with you, but here it goes." Hermione said, turning on the spot.

There was a pop and the flat was empty of life.

Please Read and Review. So Buffy is a Ghost. I told you she wasn't gone for good :) I hope you are enjoying this story, if you are let me know. Next Chapter: It's back to Sunnydale