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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, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision.
A/N2: Thank you to everyone who reviewed!!!! To everyone who hasn't, come on R&R!!!
Chapter Fifteen: Vampires and Sun Don't Mix.
Spike awoke to something burning. He felt hot all over, and opened his eyes only to find a big bright yellow thing shining at him.
He realized what it was, and jumped up, using his duster to cover him. He ran as fast as he could to shade, hoping that he would make it before he was dusted.
* * *
Sirius heard shouting, and woke up, to see Spike running supernaturally fast to nearby shade, smoking under his jacket. He chuckled, realizing that they had passed out on the lawn the night before. He began to walk at stroll, whistling some tune he had picked up at the Three Broomsticks. Too bad Spike didn't see the humor in this situation. As soon as Sirius had gotten to where Spike stood, Spike snarled at him.
"You stupid git, you let me fall asleep!"
Sirius chuckled. "I fell asleep before you."
"Well did they come to bloody collect or not?" Spike hissed.
"I don't know idiot! I just woke up! I may be a wizard, but I'm not a bloody psychic," Sirius snapped. "I've got to go check on my god son, later Spike," He laughed, and headed inside.
"Oh, that's right, leave the vampire without a sodden blanket!" Spike shouted.
* * *
Buffy was worried. She didn't like being worried, and thought she did it enough. Dawn got into enough trouble as it was, but now Spike had been gone the entire night. Buffy rolled her eyes as the class came in, Spike was a vampire, he was used to staying up all night.
But he usually was staying up all night with *me* Buffy thought.
"Alright, so, vengence demons. How do you get rid of them?" Buffy asked, but most of the girls of the class were staring out the window.
"Lavender, what are you looking at?" Buffy asked, coming to stand by her desk.
"Well, I'm wondering what Spike's doing outside during the daytime. Aren't vampire's killed by sunlight?" Lavender asked. Buffy's eyes widened as she saw Spike standing under a tree.
"Bloody hell," Buffy muttered. Whoa, I am spending *way* too much time with that vampire.
Buffy quickly ran down to the grounds, grabbing a rug out of one of the hallways. She ran over to Spike, relieved that he was okay. The first thing she did when she saw him was punch him.
"What the bloody-"
Buffy kissed him, backing him up against the tree. "Don't ever scare me like that again. I thought you had been dusted!"
"You were worried about me were you?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
Buffy kissed him again. "If I get gray hairs I'm going to stake you."
"Love, not that I'm not enjoying the attention, but, well we've got an audience," Spike stated. The entire Defense Against the Dark Arts class was watching them, their faces pressed up against the window.
"Oh god, I totally forgot they were there," Buffy took a step back.
"Maybe it's good. You know, I won't have to deal with the girls with hormones on parade," Spike joked. Buffy laughed.
"Come on, here's a rug...let's go to the vampire friendly enviroment," Buffy suggested, and they set off to the castle at a run.
* * *
Anya appeared next to Xander's side, while he taught a bunch of Ravenclaws the basics of griffens.
"Hey honey," He said, giving her a quick kiss. "Whatcha doing here?"
"Well Wesley said I had to stop teaching the kids about all the wizards I tortured, so I thought I'd come keep you company. Oh! Griffens, my favorite! Always did like me," She remarked, petting one.
The entire class froze. They had just been told never to touch a griffen without it's permission. However, this griffen kept butting it's head softly against Anya's arm to be petted.
"They like demons, or former demons," Anya explained. Xander watched her as she began to tell them how to suck up to a griffen.
* * *
Giles quickly ran about the library, gathering all the necessary items. He had to tell Buffy what was going to happen, and fast. If they knew ahead of time what was going to happen, then maybe they could stop it. That was the last thought Giles had before he felt a searing pain in the back of his head, and then felt nothing.
Peter Pettigrew looked at the man lying on the ground, unconcious. He muttered to himself, as a few wizards thew an invisibility sheet over themselves, and carried the man out.
* * *
Tara and Willow walked along the grounds, holding hands. Willow still didn't use magic, she was too afraid of what she might to do other people. Dawn had been enough of a warning, she didn't need another one.
Tara grinned. "So, I had this idea, where you and I have a picnic, with all the other Scoobies."
"A picnic, I like," Willow agreed. "I can make cookies, I'm good with that," Willow offered. "It'd be nice to you know get away from all this teacher stuff. We don't really get together unless it's a whole end of the world event."
* * *
"A picnic? Sure, love to!" Dawn instantly agreed, much to Willow's happiness.
* * *
"Why not? Any excuse to eat, I'm there," Buffy said.
"Make it near a patch of shade," Spike added.
"Will do," Tara noted.
* * *
"As long as there are no kids there trying to grope Xander!" Anya announced. "Too many of them look at him during his class, it's impolite," Anya stated.
"The pot calling the kettle black An. You grabbed my ass in the middle of the lesson," Xander informed Willow.
"Overshare," Willow told them.
* * *
And so, the next day, the Scoobies were camped out on the lawn for lunch, half of the picnic blanket in the shade, the other half in the sun.
Willow had snuck down to the kitchens to make cookies, while Tara and Anya had made sandwiches. Dawn had decided to make a fruit salad, and managed to get whipped cream from the House Elves last minute.
"Nummy," Spike remarked, biting into a cookie. "Last time I had one of these..." He looked at Buffy.
"Hey, don't tell me you mind that now! You two getting married would be..." Willow trailed off.
"Extremely disturbing," Xander filled in.
"I think it'd be cute," Dawn said. "As long as I get to be the flower girl! I call it!" Dawn said immediately.
"Maid of Honor!" Willow said.
"Guys, we're not getting married," Buffy laughed. "Slayer, vampire, not exactly going to look good on a marriage licsense."
Spike pretended to be hurt. "You mean you won't marry me?" He asked, in mock surprise.
"Not if you give me that skull ring as an engagement ring," Buffy retorted.
"It's a token of my love, I nicked it from a biker girl in the eighties," Spike grinned at her.
"Sexy," Xander quipped. "And I only got my ring from the jewelry store."
"Honey, if you got me a biker chick's ring, I'd put a vengence spell on you," Anya assured him.
"Did I tell you today how much I love you?" Xander looked at her. He gave her a kiss, and Buffy expected to see Giles clean his glasses.
Buffy looked around, and noticed that Giles was nowhere in sight. "Hey guys, where's Giles?"
* * *
Wesley looked around the library, seeing the papers that had been thrown to the floor. He bent down, and saw drops of red liquid on the floor. He bent closer, and saw that it was blood. Gile's briefcase lay on the floor, and Wesley put two and two together.
"Damn it!" Wesley muttered, running as fast as he could to Cordelia's room.
* * *
"Giles?" Buffy shouted, knocking on the door. "You in there?"'
No answer. Buffy looked both ways, to see if anyone was around. They weren't, so she stood back, and kicked the door open.
Giles' room was perfectly clean and in order, except for one desk, which was covered in papers. Buffy walked over to them, wondering where Giles was. She leafed through the pages, prophecies scrawled on them, translated, math calculations littering the edges.
All the prophecies seemed to be dealing with Voldemort, and the end of the world. She didn't understand the calculations, but decided that Willow would. She hastily swooped up all the papers, gathering them in her arms. Willow would know what the calculations meant.
* * *
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, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision.
A/N2: Thank you to everyone who reviewed!!!! To everyone who hasn't, come on R&R!!!
Chapter Fifteen: Vampires and Sun Don't Mix.
Spike awoke to something burning. He felt hot all over, and opened his eyes only to find a big bright yellow thing shining at him.
He realized what it was, and jumped up, using his duster to cover him. He ran as fast as he could to shade, hoping that he would make it before he was dusted.
* * *
Sirius heard shouting, and woke up, to see Spike running supernaturally fast to nearby shade, smoking under his jacket. He chuckled, realizing that they had passed out on the lawn the night before. He began to walk at stroll, whistling some tune he had picked up at the Three Broomsticks. Too bad Spike didn't see the humor in this situation. As soon as Sirius had gotten to where Spike stood, Spike snarled at him.
"You stupid git, you let me fall asleep!"
Sirius chuckled. "I fell asleep before you."
"Well did they come to bloody collect or not?" Spike hissed.
"I don't know idiot! I just woke up! I may be a wizard, but I'm not a bloody psychic," Sirius snapped. "I've got to go check on my god son, later Spike," He laughed, and headed inside.
"Oh, that's right, leave the vampire without a sodden blanket!" Spike shouted.
* * *
Buffy was worried. She didn't like being worried, and thought she did it enough. Dawn got into enough trouble as it was, but now Spike had been gone the entire night. Buffy rolled her eyes as the class came in, Spike was a vampire, he was used to staying up all night.
But he usually was staying up all night with *me* Buffy thought.
"Alright, so, vengence demons. How do you get rid of them?" Buffy asked, but most of the girls of the class were staring out the window.
"Lavender, what are you looking at?" Buffy asked, coming to stand by her desk.
"Well, I'm wondering what Spike's doing outside during the daytime. Aren't vampire's killed by sunlight?" Lavender asked. Buffy's eyes widened as she saw Spike standing under a tree.
"Bloody hell," Buffy muttered. Whoa, I am spending *way* too much time with that vampire.
Buffy quickly ran down to the grounds, grabbing a rug out of one of the hallways. She ran over to Spike, relieved that he was okay. The first thing she did when she saw him was punch him.
"What the bloody-"
Buffy kissed him, backing him up against the tree. "Don't ever scare me like that again. I thought you had been dusted!"
"You were worried about me were you?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
Buffy kissed him again. "If I get gray hairs I'm going to stake you."
"Love, not that I'm not enjoying the attention, but, well we've got an audience," Spike stated. The entire Defense Against the Dark Arts class was watching them, their faces pressed up against the window.
"Oh god, I totally forgot they were there," Buffy took a step back.
"Maybe it's good. You know, I won't have to deal with the girls with hormones on parade," Spike joked. Buffy laughed.
"Come on, here's a rug...let's go to the vampire friendly enviroment," Buffy suggested, and they set off to the castle at a run.
* * *
Anya appeared next to Xander's side, while he taught a bunch of Ravenclaws the basics of griffens.
"Hey honey," He said, giving her a quick kiss. "Whatcha doing here?"
"Well Wesley said I had to stop teaching the kids about all the wizards I tortured, so I thought I'd come keep you company. Oh! Griffens, my favorite! Always did like me," She remarked, petting one.
The entire class froze. They had just been told never to touch a griffen without it's permission. However, this griffen kept butting it's head softly against Anya's arm to be petted.
"They like demons, or former demons," Anya explained. Xander watched her as she began to tell them how to suck up to a griffen.
* * *
Giles quickly ran about the library, gathering all the necessary items. He had to tell Buffy what was going to happen, and fast. If they knew ahead of time what was going to happen, then maybe they could stop it. That was the last thought Giles had before he felt a searing pain in the back of his head, and then felt nothing.
Peter Pettigrew looked at the man lying on the ground, unconcious. He muttered to himself, as a few wizards thew an invisibility sheet over themselves, and carried the man out.
* * *
Tara and Willow walked along the grounds, holding hands. Willow still didn't use magic, she was too afraid of what she might to do other people. Dawn had been enough of a warning, she didn't need another one.
Tara grinned. "So, I had this idea, where you and I have a picnic, with all the other Scoobies."
"A picnic, I like," Willow agreed. "I can make cookies, I'm good with that," Willow offered. "It'd be nice to you know get away from all this teacher stuff. We don't really get together unless it's a whole end of the world event."
* * *
"A picnic? Sure, love to!" Dawn instantly agreed, much to Willow's happiness.
* * *
"Why not? Any excuse to eat, I'm there," Buffy said.
"Make it near a patch of shade," Spike added.
"Will do," Tara noted.
* * *
"As long as there are no kids there trying to grope Xander!" Anya announced. "Too many of them look at him during his class, it's impolite," Anya stated.
"The pot calling the kettle black An. You grabbed my ass in the middle of the lesson," Xander informed Willow.
"Overshare," Willow told them.
* * *
And so, the next day, the Scoobies were camped out on the lawn for lunch, half of the picnic blanket in the shade, the other half in the sun.
Willow had snuck down to the kitchens to make cookies, while Tara and Anya had made sandwiches. Dawn had decided to make a fruit salad, and managed to get whipped cream from the House Elves last minute.
"Nummy," Spike remarked, biting into a cookie. "Last time I had one of these..." He looked at Buffy.
"Hey, don't tell me you mind that now! You two getting married would be..." Willow trailed off.
"Extremely disturbing," Xander filled in.
"I think it'd be cute," Dawn said. "As long as I get to be the flower girl! I call it!" Dawn said immediately.
"Maid of Honor!" Willow said.
"Guys, we're not getting married," Buffy laughed. "Slayer, vampire, not exactly going to look good on a marriage licsense."
Spike pretended to be hurt. "You mean you won't marry me?" He asked, in mock surprise.
"Not if you give me that skull ring as an engagement ring," Buffy retorted.
"It's a token of my love, I nicked it from a biker girl in the eighties," Spike grinned at her.
"Sexy," Xander quipped. "And I only got my ring from the jewelry store."
"Honey, if you got me a biker chick's ring, I'd put a vengence spell on you," Anya assured him.
"Did I tell you today how much I love you?" Xander looked at her. He gave her a kiss, and Buffy expected to see Giles clean his glasses.
Buffy looked around, and noticed that Giles was nowhere in sight. "Hey guys, where's Giles?"
* * *
Wesley looked around the library, seeing the papers that had been thrown to the floor. He bent down, and saw drops of red liquid on the floor. He bent closer, and saw that it was blood. Gile's briefcase lay on the floor, and Wesley put two and two together.
"Damn it!" Wesley muttered, running as fast as he could to Cordelia's room.
* * *
"Giles?" Buffy shouted, knocking on the door. "You in there?"'
No answer. Buffy looked both ways, to see if anyone was around. They weren't, so she stood back, and kicked the door open.
Giles' room was perfectly clean and in order, except for one desk, which was covered in papers. Buffy walked over to them, wondering where Giles was. She leafed through the pages, prophecies scrawled on them, translated, math calculations littering the edges.
All the prophecies seemed to be dealing with Voldemort, and the end of the world. She didn't understand the calculations, but decided that Willow would. She hastily swooped up all the papers, gathering them in her arms. Willow would know what the calculations meant.
* * *
