Travesty International

- A BtVS/HP Crossover

Disclaimer:JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, Joss Whedon owns Buffy. I am neither.

Time Setting: Set seven years after Deathly Hallows, one year after Buffy the Vampire Slayer season seven. (Which actually works if you look at the dates for both.) I am ignoring some of DH Epilogue, and the entire 'Season Eight' comics, as well as Season Five of Angel. Sorry to those who like those parts but it's about creative freedom plus I was facing some serious plot-bunny-problems should these be included in the 'back story'.

Pairings:Mainly WillowBill. Also HarryGinny, RonHermione and eventual DawnOC. Other relationships are planned that I'm keeping secret. Aren't I evil?

A/N: Yay! The next chapter's here. This was actually a really difficult one to write: it includes the first major fight scenes I've ever written, is about twice as long as the previous chapter, and contains some pretty annoying-to-write flashbacks. On the upside, you guys get to learn what happened to Kennedy, among other random things. So, enjoy.


By the time Willow and Buffy reached the Ministry, the others - both the Department members as well as their assigned Aurors - were already there, getting ready.

Willow noted with a shock that Bill was there too. Their eyes met for a moment, and then they both looked away quickly.

"Dawn," said Buffy, going straight up to her sister. "What's going on?"

"It looks like we're dealing with a group of Boretz demons who got over protective of their territory all of a sudden and started killing anything in their path. Including humans."

"Boretz demons..." repeated Buffy, blankly. It had been a long time since she'd gone over her demonology.

"They're nasty things - poisoned fangs and fists like rocks. They go blind when they mature, but they're able to sense mystical energies and powers. So the older ones - even if they can't see you, they'll be able to sense where you are because of your Slayer-ness. If one saw me it'd probably get a major headache."

"Huh?"

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Me - the Key. Shiny ball of energy. Any of this ringing a bell?"

"Sorry, I've only had one cup of coffee today. Continue."

"Anyway, I'm betting they'd be able to sense wizards and stuff too. Not that their spells would do much good - these things have really thick hides around the belly area. You should be able to decapitate them, and fire's still good, but a normal punch to the stomach ain't gonna be much help."

Buffy flinched slightly. "Ouch. Do we have numbers?"

Dawn shook her head. "The Map couldn't say. If I didn't know better, I would say it was... confused. Like there was something it didn't know or couldn't understand."

"Dawn, we're talking about a friggin' map here. It can't be confused - it can't even think."

"I don't know. The wizards said that enchanted objects sometimes take a life of their own in a way, and Harry also said the one that he based the Map's enchantments on was like that too. So maybe it can..." She shrugged. "Like I said, I'm not sure."

Buffy shrugged. "We'll figure it out later. Right now we've got some demons to kill." She turned to the others.

"We ready to go?"

Everyone nodded.

"Yes, ma'am," called Xander.

Buffy shot him a glare as the Aurors (and Bill) stepped forward, each taking the hand of someone so that they were in a large circle, with the wizards evenly spaced around the circle.

Harry took the lead."On three. One... two... three!"


CRACK.

The group materialised in the middle of a hellish scene - literally. The house closest to them appeared to have been almost completely destroyed, and smoke filled the air. There were a few bystanders, most of them lying hurt on the ground, but not as many as there could have been. Most seemed to have fled when the attack started. Still, it looked bad. On a scale of one to ten, with ten being army of Ubervamps and one being a demonic kitten, this was about a five, maybe a six.

Quickly analysing her surroundings, Buffy turned to the others. "Dawn," she said. "Get these people to somewhere safe - help them as much as you can. Ruby-" she glanced at one of the newer Slayers "-help her out, set up a medical base. Everyone who can fight, go do your thing."

Everyone headed off quickly. Dale went to set off after Harry, Ron and Lee, who were heading towards a dark shape in the distance that appeared to be a demon, but was stopped by Bill, who put a hand on his shoulder and, with a shake of his head, beckoned for Dale to come help with the medical stuff. Almost reluctantly, Dale - along with Bill - set out after Dawn and Ruby.

Buffy turned to Giles and Willow, who had remained behind. "You two - I want you to find out what the hell we're up against." Then she turned and sped after the other fighters.


As soon as Buffy was gone, Giles looked at Willow. "Do you remember what I taught you... in England?"

Willow nodded. "Sense the magic, but do not embrace it," she said, in the voice of one who had learnt something by heart. "I know what to do."

Leaning down, Willow pressed her hand against the earth. She closed her eyes, knowing that Giles would make sure she was not attacked by any stray demons that she did not sense in time.

Willow breathed slowly, feeling the Earth and the magic beneath her fingertips. A river of dark and light that coursed through the Earth like molten lava. Her magic, should she choose to use it. But she didn't - simply observing the magic, not diving into its depths, where she knew she would lose herself. Just... floating.

Focussing her mind on the land closest to her, she felt for any abnormalities in the flow. She picked them out, isolating them all in her mind. She quickly discarded the ones that stood out as Buffy and the other, newer potentials. For a moment there was a flicker of something she didn't recognise, but that too was pushed out of her mind leaving behind the strange flat 'auras' - for lack of a better word - of the demons.

"There are... twenty four of them," she said to Giles, keeping her eyes closed. "There were two more but something got to them." She frowned. Again there was that same flicker from before.

Shifting her weight, she concentrated on the unrecognisable feeling. At last, a picture flew into her mind, clear and bright as day. She opened her eyes, breaking her connection with the magic, and looked up at the Watcher beside her.

"Giles, it was a Slayer."


"Dawn, I've got another one!" called Dale as he carried an injured person - an unconscious woman this time - over to the makeshift medical bit that the four of them - Dawn, Dale, Bill and a young, dark skinned Slayer named Katrina - had set up. There were several people, all unconscious, lying on the ground, while they tried to help them as best they could.

Most had been hurt by normal causes: too much smoke inhalation, or burns from the fires. Others, however, had been attacked by the demons themselves, and had gaping wounds.

"What's it this time?" Dawn asked, looking up from where she was applying an anti-burn cream a victim's leg.

"I don't know - it doesn't look like fire." He laid the person on the ground. They didn't stir.

Dawn looked at the body, and then at Dale. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it was magic."

Bill came over. "Those don't look like any magic wounds I've seen," he said. "They're too ragged, for one thing."

Dawn looked at Bill as if he had sprouted a second head. "Not your magic - our kind. The dark, dangerous type." She bit her lip.

"What is it?"

"If it's magic, I don't see how we're going to be able to heal it."

Bill smiled grimly. "Why don't I try some of our magic?" he asked.

Before Dawn could reply, he pulled out his wand and began to mutter a spell, waving the wand over the wound, first clockwise, then anticlockwise. Slowly the wound began to close until at last it was mostly closed. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for now.

"Woah," said Dawn. "Any reason you didn't mention the super-strong-healing-spells until now?"

Bill shrugged. "That one only works on magical wounds, and even then it's a temporary fix at best. For a proper healing, you'd need potions and balms, not just spells."

"Oh." Dawn looked slightly crestfallen.


Buffy examined the demon in front of her. It was of a greenish hue, tall, with yellow horns protruding from its head, and seemed to have fangs. It was also trying very hard to kill her.

"Honestly," she quipped, swinging Scythe at the demon. "I'd say pick on someone your own size - but that wouldn't be fair."

There was a hiss as her specially-made Slayer weapon cut through the air and into the beast's neck. The demon's body folded, and then collapsed. Buffy grinned, as she hefted the weapon, regaining her fighting stance, already looking around for another opponent.

"After all," she added to the body of the deceased demon. "Look how easily I beat you."


"And you're absolutely sure about this?" asked Giles for the umpteenth time, as he and Willow searched through the smoke for the supposed resident Slayer.

"Giles," replied Willow, her voice a bit impatient. "I know what I saw... felt... whatever. There was a Slayer here."

"But then where is she now?"

Willow whirled around, still edgy from her confrontation (if you could call it that) with Bill earlier. "Look, Giles. We're not dealing with the big old confusing First here. If I say there was a Slayer, there's a Slayer. It's a bit hard to miss the powerful all-righteous energy they give out." She neglected to mention that she had almost missed it. If the flicker had not happened that second time, she wouldn't have even considered the possibility of an undiscovered Slayer.

Giles frowned. "I was just trying to make sure."

"Yeah, well, right now we've got a job to do. Let's just hope that while we were standing here chatting, the girl didn't go and get herself killed."

"Indeed," said Giles, and they moved on in silence.


By the time those working at the make-shift medical zone had time to pause and catch their breath, another seven injured had been added to their care. Pulled out from the wreckage of buildings, or lying on the ground where they had landed after being attacked by demons.

Bill was astounded by Dawn's ability to handle the wounds and, well, gore that they saw.

"Did you have an extremely demented childhood?" he asked as they surveyed their patients. "Horror movies every night? No fluffy bunny shows allowed?"

Dawn simply looked at him and said, "If you live in Sunnydale, you get used to this stuff."

"So, what, are evil demon attacks a dime a dozen there?"

"Pretty much. If it's not demons, it's witches. If it's not witches, it's vamps. And if it's not vamps... Well, if it's not vamps that's only because the town's exploded."

Bill raised an eyebrow.

"Exploded?"

"Exploded, collapsed, same difference. Either way, it was there one minute and gone the next."

"Huh... And you survived this how?"

Dawn laughed. "We raced out of town on a school bus."

Bill shook his head. "And I thought my life was weird."

The two stood in silence for a moment, watching Kate - the young newbie Slayer - roll one of the patients onto their side to re-examine their wound.

"So... anything else I should know about you guys? No secret Darth Vader's?" Bill had been coaxed by his father to go see several of the Star Wars movies when he was younger. It had been seriously embarrassing for him, as Arthur had spent much of the time proclaiming that it was amazing 'what the Muggles come up with' and that sort of thing. Still, some information about the movie had stuck.

"No," said Dawn, but there was a slightly cautious note to his voice. No Darth Vader's, she thought,but certainly a few Anakin's.... (1) "You ought to talk to Andrew some time - the guy's a Star Wars fanatic. Once, he spent an entire day talking like Jaja Binks. Only reason he stopped was that Buffy threatened to beat up Andrew so bad - he'd need a Darth Vader suit."

Bill laughed.

Kate looked up to see what the joke was. Instantly, she paled and yelled, "Duck!"

Instinctively, Dawn and Bill threw themselves on the ground, narrowly avoiding a blow from a demon that had snuck up behind them. Kate rushed forward and began to fight the demon.

Bill and Dale cast spells at it, but most of them simply bounced off its hide.

"Leave this to me," said Kate but her words were made less impressive by the fact that, a moment later, the demon lurched forward with surprising speed and hit Kate in the stomach.

She grimaced but kept fighting, delivering a roundhouse kick to its head.

"Give me the pale ones! Give me the bright one!" yelled the demon.

Dawn glared at the demon as she got up. "Excuse me, I have a name!" Picking a medium size piece of wood from one of the destroyed houses, she ran forward to help out Kate.

The two of them circled round the demon, ducking to avoid the blows it threw at them. Dawn repeatedly hit the demon in the legs before it got in a blow to her side, and she had to fall back - her makeshift weapon falling to the ground - winded.

The demon unexpectedly turned around and, with a powerful punch, flung Kate backwards. She fell to the ground, and struggled for a moment, grimacing as she tried to put her weight on her left arm.

"I think it's broken," she called.

The demon turned towards Dale.

His eyes widened, as he realised he was next. But, fortunately for him, his years of training to be an Auror had given him some reflexes. He was barely aware of turning his wand towards the creature's chest and yelling, "Incendio!"

The demon roared as flames exploded towards it, licking at its chest and leaving burn marks. But it stepped forward none the less and was about to get Dale with a fearsome blow to the head that would no doubt crack his skull when-

"Sectesempra!" yelled Bill, stepping forward. The spell launched itself at the demon, cutting through the demon's thick hide. A large gash appeared across the creature's back. With a roar of pain, the demon turned towards Bill, and the fight continued...


Buffy grunted as she kicked the demon (a new one, several others having added themselves to her total of conquests) in the head once more.

"Why the hell... won't... you... die!" she yelled, articulating each word at the end with another kick.

The demon growled. "Die, Slayer!"

"Oh, how very original," quipped Buffy as she dodged another blow. Another kick to the beast's shoulder as it recovered, and then she turned around quickly. "Xander!" she shouted. "A little fire would be nice right about now!"

"I'm working on it!" he shouted back.

Buffy launched herself at the demon with a spinning kick, before decapitating it with the Scythe. "Never mind," she yelled at Xander.


Giles and Willow made their way quickly down the main street, past destroyed shops and broken cars. The Boretz demons hadn't been messing around. Every so often, Willow would pause, and using her magic check the location of their missing Slayer.

The signal was faint - sometimes vanishing altogether. The girl must be injured - badly. Or maybe she had some protective amulet which hid her from Willow's search, and that had been damaged. Willow doubted it.

"We're getting closer," she said to Giles, as they went past the wreckage of a gas station.

Giles simply nodded. She had been saying that after ever stop.

"I wonder why we didn't pick up on her before," Giles pondered as they started off again.

Willow shrugged, speeding up as she did so. "Maybe she only recently became a Slayer. We have been kinda busy with the whole Ministry thing."

"We shouldn't have neglected our other duties," said Giles with a frown. "Perhaps this department business was a bad idea after all..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we have been centering our activities more on England. We should be concentrating on a wider area."

"Giles, up until a year ago, we were a Sunnydale-only business. You can't expect us to take over a whole world's worth of demon problems all of a sudden."

"But with the Council gone..."

"We've got Faith in South America, plus a bunch of other newbie Slayers all over. We're doing our best, Giles."

"But Faith's not really working - she's concentrating on finding... ahem, our rogue Slayer."

Willow stopped in her tracks. Giles continued forward for a moment, before realising she was not there. He stopped too, and turned to face her. "Willow?"

"Say it, Giles."

"What?"

Willow glared at him. When she spoke, her voice was filled with a quiet anger. "I can't believe I didn't notice it until now. You've all been avoiding the topic, haven't you? Never mentioning it at all. No wonder Buffy was so freaked when they asked about Faith at the meeting. God, you all think I'm a child!"

"Willow..."

"Say it, Giles."

Giles grimaced. "This wasn't the time for this - we should be looking for the missing Slayer."

"I'm not moving another inch until you say it Giles. Go on." She paused, and in an ironic imitation of a game show host said, "Who's our rogue Slayer?"

She already knew the answer, of course, she just wanted Giles to stop babying her. God! They'd even given her the job of doing all their paperwork, hoping it would distract her. How could she have not noticed until right this moment?

It was with a macabre satisfaction that she heard Giles give in and say the words:

"Kennedy is the rogue Slayer."


Five months earlier...

"God, Willow! I don't know how you put up with them," complained Kennedy. She was pacing again - her feet trampling the same path they had many times before. Kennedy liked to pace a lot. It was one of the things Willow found so... amusing... about her.

"They're just trying to do what's best," said Willow, barely looking up from her book.

"What's best? They're sitting around a table like a bunch of old men, and not doing anything."

"It's an important thing, Kennedy," replied Willow. "We've just discovered a whole new magical community."

"So?" Kennedy stopped pacing to face Willow, her hands on her hips.

"So they need to decide what to do about it."

"I don't see why we need to do anything. These people can obviously look after themselves."

"But they don't know anything about demons or vampires - not like we do. Giles said they have a vampire and werewolf casualty rate higher than all of America."

"That's their problem."

Willow frowned. "How can you say that?"

"It's true. We should be out saving people, not playing diplomat!"


The Scoobies, plus a few newbie Slayers, were sitting in Buffy's hotel room, with people perched on the various seats. Andrew had dragged a beanbag in from somewhere and was flipping through a comic book. Faith was on the couch, sharpening a new stake, with Wood sitting next to her. Willow, Xander and a very annoyed Kennedy were standing near the window, while Buffy explained about the planned meeting with the 'Ministry of Magic'.

"...So, what I'm thinking is, Willow, Giles and me will go see the Wizards. That way, we-"

"Willow is not going," interrupted Kennedy.

"Kennedy, it's just a meeting," said Buffy, giving her fellow Slayer a look of disdain.

"And you're just a pompous idiot."

"Kennedy, calm down!" interrupted Willow.

"Why should I? They're risking their lives - and yours ­- on some bloody meeting with bloody wizards! It's probably a trap!"

Faith nodded. "I'm with Kennedy here."

Xander turned to Faith. "Well, you'd know all about traps, wouldn't you?"

"Want to say that to my face?" snapped Faith.

"I'm just saying... you are the resident expert."

Wood glared at Xander. "Back off, Xander."

The room quickly degenerated into a shouting match.

Willow sighed. Everyone had been so on edge lately - something like this was bound to happen. "Guys!" she yelled. "Guys! Quiet!"

Everyone stopped, so surprised were they to hear Willow shout.

"Guys," she repeated. "This isn't helping. If you keep this up, I'll go talk to the wizards and tell them you can't make the meeting, because you're too busy tearing each other's throats out."

"But Willow-"

"Listen," said Willow, her voice becoming gentler. "It could be a trap, but it's too good an opportunity to say no on that off-chance. People have got to go there, and that might as well include me."

Angry, Kennedy stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Silence.

At last, Giles spoke up. "Maybe I should just go alone..."


Things got worse from there. Every decision Buffy made, Kennedy challenged. Every day, a new argument, a new fight. The others quickly tired of it all, and even Buffy tried to calm Kennedy down, conceding things where she would normally not, but it did not work.

Kennedy just got angrier and angrier until finally even Willow started to see that something was wrong.

"We've got to do something," said Willow. "She's getting worse every day. Yesterday I caught her looking into some of my... darker... magic books. When I asked what she was doing, she said she wanted to try them. What was in those books was bad, guys, serious Voodoo bad."

Giles frowned. "Why did you even have it then?"

Willow held his gaze calmly. "I was trying to come up with some new counter-curses. All the ones I know are so complicated, I was trying to simplify it into something easier to use."

"Oh." Giles looked away, embarrassed at his jumping to conclusions.

Buffy nodded. "She's been snapping at everyone - even Faith. And normally those two see eye to eye on pretty much everything."

Xander added his own opinion. "Apparently she was really bitchy to the newbies - kept yelling at them constantly. Seven of them came back from training crying. Including Abby."

The four of them - Buffy, Giles, Willow and Xander - all grimaced. Abby was one of the toughest new Slayers, despite the fact that she was only fourteen. Getting her to cry was like getting a mountain to cry.


"Earth to Giles!" said Buffy. The two of them were in a friend of Giles's private Library, looking over demon information.

"Oh, erm, yes?" mumbled Giles, who had been staring off into space.

"I said, what do you think is wrong with Kennedy?" she repeated.

Giles sighed. "I think we have to... In light of all the evidence... It's not a definite conclusion mind you but still..."

"Spit it out Giles."

"It's possible she might be going bad."

Buffy paused, unable to stop a feeling of dread seeping into her. "Like, evil Willow bad?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of Faith-bad," admitted Giles.

"Woah. That bad. And if it is?"

"Then we might have to take... steps."


"Pack your stuff," snapped Kennedy. "We're leaving."

"What are you talking about?" asked Willow.

"I said, we're leaving. Now. South America. I can't handle this anymore. Buffy... Giles... God, they're all bastards. They hate me, Willow. All of them."

Willow backed away slowly from her girlfriend, fear in her eyes.

"Kennedy, please... just calm down..."

"Shut up!" yelled Kennedy. "I am so sick of you always standing up for them - what about me? I'm your girlfriend, not goody-two-shoes Buffy and the Scooby parade. After all of this... Do you think..."

"Kennedy... You're scaring me..."

"SHUT UP!" yelled Kennedy.

Slap.

Kennedy froze for a moment. She reached up, touching her cheek where Willow had hit her. "You... hit... me," she said slowly. With a maddened smile, Kennedy raised her arm to hit Willow. Willow raised her arms to defend herself

Just then, Faith burst in. "Kennedy," yelled Faith. "Stop!"

Kennedy turned to Faith. "Why, Faith? Isn't there room enough for more than one big bad wolf? Worried I'll take your spot?"

Faith stepped forward, her arms raised in a peace gesture even as she took on a fighting stance. "Don't do it, Kennedy."

"Oh, I think I will," taunted Kennedy, stepping forward.

Before anyone else could make a move, Kennedy stepped forward and punched Faith in the gut, following it up with a blow to the head.

Faith fell down, and Kennedy calmly stepped over her body. She paused in the doorway and, grinning once more, turned to Willow.

"See you, sweetie," she said.

And then... Kennedy was gone.


"...And then she left," finished Willow. The entire Scooby gang had gathered for an emergency meeting following Kennedy's attack. Tears were falling from Willow's eyes, falling unnoticed as she looked at her lap, unable to meet the eyes of those assembled there.

After a long moment, Buffy asked hesitantly, "What are we going now?"

Faith stood up. "I'll go after her. I let her get away - so it's my job to get her back."

Wood looked at her. "I'll go too."

"But--"

"You'll need backup, Faith. Even with your... knowledge... of rogue Slayers, you shouldn't go after her alone."

"Fine."

"Where will she head?" asked Giles.

Willow looked up, wiping away her tears as she did so. "South America. She said she was going to South America."


"The rogue Slayer is Kennedy."

Giles sighed. "Happy, Willow?" he said sadly.

"No," replied Willow in a quiet voice. "But I'll keep going now."

As they moved off, heading towards the Slayer's magic 'signal' once more, Willow turned to Giles and said one last thing, her tone sad once more:

"You know I'm over her? That there was no point to all of that?"

Giles nodded. "I know, Willow. I know..."


"Well, that's the last of them," said Buffy, as she and Xander hurled the last demon corpse onto the pile they had made.

"Yup," said Xander, unsuccessfully attempting to brush the demon blood off his clothes. "Thank god for that."

"Here," said Ron. "Scourgify." The blood vanished from Xander's clothes.

"Thanks," said Xander with a smile. "You don't know how many good tops I've lost because of that."

Ron laughed. "Tell me about it - in our first year at Hogwarts, me, Harry and Hermione - that's my wife - met this three-headed dog called Fluffy. He was huge. 'Took me ages to get the slobber of my robes. And then, there was the time with the spiders. Trust me, you've never had a bad lot of cleaning till you've had to get mutant-spider's webs of your clothes..."

Leaving the two 'boys' chatting about creature encounters, Buffy went over to Harry.

"You lot were really good," she said.

Harry grinned. "You too. How'd you all learn to fight like that? I mean, I get the whole Slayer-super strength thing but... the others..." He glanced meaningfully over at Andrew, who was chatting with Lee Jordan.

Buffy laughed slightly. "We've all had our fair share of weirdness."

"Really?"

Despite her earlier policy on secrets, Buffy continued. "Yeah. You see Andrew over there? He's an ex-super villain."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Okay... A wanna-be super villain," admitted Buffy. "But still!"


"Come out, little Slayer, wherever you are," called Willow in a sing-song voice, trying not to let the fact that she was still upset from earlier show.

There was a small sound around the corner.

"This way, Giles!" she called.

Quickly, the two of them ran forward, in the direction the sound had come from.

They rounded the corner...

A girl stepped forward. Willow only had time to notice that she had blonde hair and that her leg was bleeding before the girl's fist swung out and connected with Willow's head.

Ouch, that hurt... thought Willow vaguely. Everything around her seemed unnaturally bright for a single moment and then it faded... Into blackness...


(1)By this of course, she means Willow, Spike and Kennedy. In Spike and Willow's cases, the Anakin thing includes the whole 'good person turns evil and then turns good again only in time to stop the end of the world' thing. Kennedy's is just the going-evil part.

Sidenote - This is the first time I've used footnotes and it's simply because I couldn't be bothered having to explain that comment to a bunch of my friends who would otherwise PM me about it and include lots of question marks...

And yes, Boretz demons are my own creation.

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