Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns BtVS and Ats, and J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter

Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Summary: The Scooby Gang is off to Hogwarts to help teach. Crossover with Ats and Harry Potter.

A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside * are what the characters are thinking.

Chapter Three: First Day Jitters

"You didn't mention you sister was the slayer, and that Spike was a vampire," Ron said during lunch.

"I forget, I'm around them so much. Oh, Willow and Tara are witches, but I guess that's normal here, Anya's an ex-demon, Giles and Wesley were Watchers for Buffy, Cordelia gets visions, and that's about it I think," Dawn said, leaving out the whole her being a key thing.

"Professor Chase gets visions?" Hermione snorted.

"No these are real, a demon passed them on to her, their supposed to help the helpless," Dawn said. "This is good food. What's our next class?" Dawn asked.

"Care of Magical Creatures, with Professor Harris and Hagrid," Harry said.

"Xander's great, you guys will love him," Dawn said. "Surprisingly, he's a normal guy...I mean Muggle," Dawn grinned.

* * *

Xander was about to have a breakdown. He was supposed to teach a class, and base it on a phoenix. The bird kept bursting into flames, and Xander couldn't get close to it. Finally Hagrid came, and Xander had to look up at him.

"How are you doing Harris?" Hagrid asked.

"Wonderful. Just wondering, Hagrid, how do I get the bird to stop lighting itself on fire?" Xander asked.

"Oh it's just being reborn. Here come the students now," Hagrid said. Xander saw Dawn, and relaxed.

"Okay, this is a phoenix, and it seems to be a pyro at the moment, so we'll just leave it alone. Now, the basics of a phoenix are..." Xander launched into information, and the class was thankful for a beautiful bird instead of flobberworms or Blast Ended Skrewts.

"Well he seems to have stopped the fire frenzy, does anyone want to hold him?" Xander asked.

Harry volunteered, and Fawkes flew over and landed gracefully on his arm.

"Hello," Harry said. Dawn reached up to pet Fawkes, and he let her. After class Xander pulled Dawn aside.

How are you doing?" He asked.

"Good, I like the people, well most of them. This is so much funner than math!" Dawn shouted, and ran off to catch up with the others.

* * *

That night, Dawn looked into the fire, sitting in the Gryffindor common room. Most everyone else had gone to bed, but Dawn stayed up, unable to sleep. She heard voices, but saw no one. The portrait hole swung open, but revealed no one coming through. She could have sworn she heard the padding of the carpet, as if someone were walking on it. Thinking she was just tired, she went up to her dorm, to sleep.

* * *

Dawn ran down to breakfast, not used to getting ready the magical way. "I forgot I didn't have a hairdryer," She said to Buffy. She sat by Harry, and the three of them seemed to change their conversation.

"How'd you sleep?" Hermione asked.

"Good, you?" Dawn replied.

"Fine, but we've got Double Potions with the Slytherins," Hermione groaned. "You'd think they'd change the schedule after all these years, but no," She muttered. "Then I've got Muggle Studies, are you all still taking Divinations?" Hermione asked.

"Well I don't see why not, it's an easy class," Ron argued.

"I'm in Divinations, why is that bad?" Dawn asked.

"Only has the battiest teacher in the school. She's the only one who felt her 'inner-eye' would be affected too much to leave the school. Her and Snape that is," Harry explained.

"What's his deal?" Dawn asked. "He's not person who makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside," She said.

"No, he's not," Snape said from behind her. "And he suggests that you be on time to class today."

"I won't, Anya's walking me," Dawn replied.

"Well then I'm sure you'll make it just fine, I better be going," Snape said, and hurried off.

"What was that about?" Harry asked, laughing.

Dawn explained about Anya, and then her meeting with Snape. The three were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes.

* * *

Dawn could see why the Gryffindors hated Potions. Snape favored all the Slytherins, and didn't even give the Gryffindor's a fair chance. Hermione kept raising her hand, but Snape refused to call on her.

"Now get with your partners, and start brewing the eyesight potion," Snape ordered. He swept out of the room, leaving Fred to help students.

Dawn was to work with Neville Longbottom, and he seemed quite nervous.

"Hey don't worry, we'll do fine," She said, grinning.

"You've never had this class before," Neville shivered. "It's the worst."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad," Dawn said. "Come on, here, we add the cat's eyes, and then we add up the powdered fireflies..." Dawn said, showing Neville.

Neville added the next ingredient, and to his surprise, it didn't blow up or turn orange.

"See, this isn't so hard. It's alot easier than science," Dawn remarked.

* * *

At the end of the lesson, Snape went around, testing the potion with a drop of indicator, and if the potion turned black, then it was made correctly.

Neville hardly dared to breath as Snape came to his. Snape grinned wickedly, and watched Neville's face pale as the indicator began to work. Slowly, the potion turned black, and Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape scowled and moved away, while Fred congratulated them.

* * *

"I will not have you mothering the students," Snape said to Fred after class.

"Well I won't have you destroying their confidence. That poor boy looked ready to die of fright," Fred argued. "Look, I'm sure you don't like having a helper when you've been teaching this for years, but you've got one! And I'm not going to put up with you bullying the students! They're trying to learn in an enviroment where danger is right outside the door. I know what that feels like, and I'm not going to teach this class by intimidating the students!" Fred said.

"It's not teaching if they don't show you respect," Snape said coldly.

"It's not respect, it's fear," Fred said evenly.

"Fear is respect," Snape argued.

"Not the kind I'd want," Fred said, and began to set up for the next class.

* * *

Dawn coughed in the thick hazy room. Professor Trelawny was sitting in her armchair, looking like a large bug, while Cordelia looked around the room in distaste.

"Welcome students, I foresee that one of our number will leave us at the end of the year," She announced, and a few of the girls at the front gasped. Cordelia tried not to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, we'll all be leaving at the end of the year. Isn't she a bloody genius," Ron muttered, and Dawn giggled.

"Now, we'll be doing dream-interpretation for the first three months. This is Professor Chase, she is one of the powerful psychics who gets visions," Professor Trelawny announced.

Lavender Brown and a few other girls looked at Cordelia with round admiring eyes.

"It's more like visions from the Powers that Be," Cordelia said, giving Professor Trelawny a strange look.

They got out their books, and told each other a dream to interpret.

"I had a dream that the Divination room burned down," Harry said. "What do you think it means?" he asked.

"That the old bat better put out that fire before we all melt," Ron answered. "My dream is that Charlie got eaten by a dragon, Norbert to be exact," Ron said.

"Okay, it means you're worried about your brother, and you don't like dragons," Dawn guessed.

"What's you're dream?" Harry asked.

"That they ran out of clothes at the mall," Dawn joked.

"That means that you're worried about missing the holiday sales," Ron remarked. "Well guess we're done," Ron said.

* * *

The rest of the class was uneventful, and Cordelia managed to shake off her new fan club. She had to get to training, she only had an hour before dinner. She headed to her rooms, and changed into workout clothes. She grabbed a sword, and began practicing. Somehow, this felt wrong without Angel beside her. She laughed at that thought, and continued.

* * *

Hermione was loving Muggle Studies. Professor Gunn knew everything, and it Hermione found it extremely fascinating to look at the Muggle world from Gunn's point of veiw.

"So that's electricity," Gunn explained. The class stared at him.

"Professor? How is it that Muggles can create something so useful?" Susan Bones asked.

"Muggles are pretty smart, well most of them," Gunn said.

Hermione grinned, as Gunn began to explain cars.

* * *

Anya was surprised at the number of people ready to answer questions in History of Magic. Boys kept raising their hands, eager to have the pretty teacher call on them. The class as a whole seemed intrested in learning something other than Goblin Rebellions.

"Alright, I can offer you a pretty good account on what was going on back to eleven hundred years ago, because I saw what happened. I've heard you've learned a lot about goblins, but we won't be touching that subject in here for two main reasons. The goblins only play a small part in history, and they don't gamble fairly. I've turned a number of cheating husbands into goblins, and trust me, it wasn't pretty," Anya said.

"Now, we'll be starting with Arven Treymayne. He was famous for his ability to make buildings dissappear, causing great confusion among Muggles," Anya began, and was relieved that the class wasn't throwing notes or ignoring her.

* * *

"You think they're all doing alright?" Wesley asked.

"Either way the students should find their classes extremely entertaining," Giles remarked.

* * *

Willow was teaching Herbology to the Hufflepuffs, and felt her heart ache. She was teaching a class that wouldn't require any magic, and she was teaching students who would start using magic the second they were out the door. Willow sighed, she knew she had abused her magic, and she would never ever give herself that chance again.

* * *

Tara loved teaching Charms, she loved the students who were working so hard at perfecting a floating charm. But she still had the fear of the dark wizard coming to claim Hogwarts, and her.

* * *

Buffy, Willow, Tara, Anya, Xander, Giles, Wesley and Fred sat in the teachers lounge. "What a day," Willow remarked. "I can't believe how much work Herbology is, but I'm loving it," She grinned.

"How's Dawn doing in her other classes?" Buffy asked, and Giles was relieved that Buffy was taking up her responsibilities as Dawn's guardian.

"Great, she's paying attention and everything," Xander said.

"Maybe we should enroll her. You know, it's cheaper than in Sunnydale," Anya said.

"Public school is free," Tara corrected her.

"Well sure, but she's got to buy all those clothes. Here you just wear those uniforms," Anya said. "Americans must make Uncle Sam proud," She remarked.

"How exactly?" Fred asked.

"Well we buy buy buy. And then we buy some more. It's patriotic," Anya told her.

Cordelia ran in, shutting the door quickly behind her. "Sorry, had to lose the I dream of visions fan club," Cordelia explained.

"Hold the phone, you've only been here a few days and already you've got a fan club?" Xander asked.

"Get used to it. We went to another dimension and within ten minutes Cordy was Queen," Wesley remarked.

"Well technically she was a slave first," Fred said.

"I'm really not even going to ask," Buffy said. "She looked at a large black dog that was lying in the corner. "Hey boy, where's you're owner?" She asked. His ears perked up, and he came and jumped on the couch, lying next to her. She scratched him behind his ears.

"Cute dog," Willow said.

"Yeah, he's probably a flying dog, knowing our luck," Gunn said, but he couldn't resist scratching him.

Spike entered. "Oh, didn't realize this was a big group meeting. Did I miss the big group hug?" He asked.

"It was right after the big group orgy," Xander joked.

"Sorry I missed it," Spike said, staring at the dog. "What the hell is he doing here?" Spike asked.

"He may be a dog, Spike, but he's welcome, unlike certain people I could name," Buffy remarked.

"I wouldn't let that man rest his head in my lap if I were you," Spike said.

"Man? Spike this is a dog. You've been drinking haven't you?" Xander said.

The dog suddenly changed form, and soon a handsome man was lying in the dog's place. Buffy shoved him off of her. "What the hell!"

"I told you," Spike laughed. "Sirius you old git, how've you been?" Spike asked, giving him a hug, slapping him on the back.

"Out of Azkaban. It was Peter Pettigrew who was the secret keeper, he set me up," Sirius said.

"Have they caught him yet?" Spike asked.

"Nope, he's brought Voldemort back, almost full power. He's got a body and everything," Sirius said, and Spike looked concerned.

"And Harry?" Spike asked.

"He's fine, he's got smart friends who'll help him," Sirius said. "You'll help?" He asked.

"Course mate, I owe it to the Potters. Which reminds me, don't you owe me twelve pounds?" Spike asked.

Sirius elbowed him slightly. "It's been sixteen years and you remember that?" He asked, laughing.

"Well I'm off, I'll find you later," Spike said, and left.

Buffy glared at Sirius. "You shouldn't eavesdrop on people's conversations," She said.

"You shouldn't pet strange dogs," Sirius laughed. "Well I better go, have to find Harry," He chuckled, and turned back into the dog, trotting off.

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