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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. ~*~ is a letter. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :)
A/N2: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I have 65 now, I don't know how but I do!!!! Thank you so much you guys, the reviews keep me getting chapters up faster!!! To everyone who hasn't, come on R&R!!!
Chapter Twenty-Five: Victory & Defeat
Buffy felt her heart jump in her chest as the carpet landed, and the battle raged on. Bodies littered the ground, and it was hard to tell demon from demon, dark wizard from good.
Buffy jumped off the carpet, and gave a last look at everyone still on it. She turned, taking her big hammer, a sword in it's sheath at her side. She knocked dark demons out of her way, wizards before they could hex her, the dragons were mostly gone now.
She saw that students were throwing curses out of a window. She wondered if Dawn was one of them. Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw what must be Voldemort, his skin white as snow, eyes glinting madly.
She made her way over to him, stopping to kill a troll who wanted her hammer.
* * *
Angel, Wesley, Gunn, Cordelia, and Fred got off the carpet, immediately going to work. Gunn weilded his axe, slicing off the head of a nearby demon.
Angel and Cordelia had swords, while Wesley and Fred used crossbows. Slowly, they were making their way to the center of the battle. A troll came, knocking Fred out of the way, while three of them tried to keep it from stepping on her. Gunn cut off one of his feet, while Wesley shot an arrow into its head.
Spike used a saber, while Xander and Anya protected Willow, Tara, and Giles while they recovered.
* * *
Dumbledore and Voldemort were facing each other, ten yards apart. Buffy saw the two pull out their wands, and then shout words she didn't understand. Voldemort impaled with blades, losing blood rapidly, his wand lying to the side.
Dumbledore had gotten a curse too, and was lying on his side, staring up at the sky with glassy eyes. Buffy ran over, breaking the wands into pieces, as Voldemort pulled the last blade out of him.
"Now we're on my terms," She announced. She took her hammer, and hit Voldemort full in the face with it, sending him sprawling backwards.
He charged at her, pushing her several feet back. He punched her, knocking her down.
This guy is STRONG Buffy realized. She flipped back to her feet, swinging her hammer horizontally across his skull. She head a crack, but he did was spit out a tooth. He made a motion with his hands, and Buffy was lifted into the air, and then dropped, landing with a thud. He repeated to do this, and Buffy could feel her strenght leaving her.
Buffy remembered the instructions that Dumbledore had given her. "No."
"No what? No friends to help you, no strength left?" Voldemort hissed.
Buffy used her sword, as she was once again lifted into the air, and hurled it straight into Voldemort's heart.
Buffy fell to the ground, as Voldemort fell back. She could tell he was losing blood now, he probably only had one more minute before it was completely gone. She pulled the sword out, and slit his wrists, and his throat.
"Not over yet," He gasped, and then looked at the sky. His eyes glazed over, his heart didn't beat.
"No, but it will be." Buffy replied. She took out a packet of herbs, and sprinkled it over the body. She lit a match, and the body burst into flames. Buffy watched as the body burned, watched until it became ash.
* * *
Tara felt her magic returning, and forced herself to get up. "Xander, Anya, you guys go. I'm okay now, I'll watch them," She said.
"You're still weak Tara," Anya stated.
"Just go help them, I think Spike might need help," Tara lied.
"Okay," Xander said, and they headed off.
Tara saw the witch stared at her. The witch who had become dead to her, ever since she joined the dark wizards. They shared the same color of hair, golden blonde, but the witch's eyes were brown.
"You're fighting on the side of good?" She hissed at Tara.
"You used to," Tara said. She was now several yards away from Willow, Giles, and Lorne.
"You should join with me," The witch hissed. "We're the winning side, instead you give up your family, when you could really be something!" The witch hissed.
"Mother, I am telling you this because I love you. I know I shouldn't but I do. Leave now, or I'll kill you," Tara said strongly.
"My daughter, so kind and considerate," The witch said sarcastically, as she ran a blade through Tara. "But very very stupid."
* * *
"Tara!" Willow shouted, and Spike saw the witch go down. He ran over, slicing off the head of the smirking woman, and carried her back to the carpet.
"Oh god," Giles said, stunned, as Tara began choking for breath.
"No, baby, come on, hold on just a little longer," Willow sobbed.
"Out of the way!" A voice commanded, and they saw a short little woman coming over. She used a flick of her wand, and the wound began to heal.
"Poppy," McGonagall called. "Come here!"
"Willow?" Tara seemed to be getting her color back.
"You're okay, Tara, you're okay," Willow was grinning hysterically, holding on tightly to Tara. Spike couldn't handle the mushy moment, and took off again, looking for the Slayer.
* * *
"Hey B, whatcha doing?" An all too familiar voice asked.
"Faith," Buffy stated. "I'm killing this guy."
"Oh," Faith said, beheading a dementor. "So how's life going?" She asked, kicking a demon in the stomach.
"I'll let you know if I still have one," Buffy replied. She slipped the amulet on, and repeated the incantation.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Faith asked, turning to see Buffy, but all that was left in her place was the paper that had the incantation written on it.
* * *
"Buffy!" Spike shouted, as she dissappeared.
"Where'd she go?" Faith asked.
"I don't bloody know," Spike growled. "Probably off to get herself killed if I know her."
* * *
Buffy opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a class room. Voldemort sat on a desk, facing her.
"This is where you pick for me to kick your ass? This is your big scary place?" She asked.
"It's a school, where they meld your brain to think whatever they want to teach you. You could have an army of children willing to do what you say because you're the teacher, and they listen to you."
"Okay..." Buffy gave him a look. "Can we fight now?"
"You defeated me," He said.
"So you're pouting about it?" She asked.
"No, I'm thinking what I'm going to do to you first," He tilted his head slightly. "Rip out your intestines and strangle you with them, or break every bone in your body, finally crusing your skull. Which sounds more painful?" He asked.
"Ew," Was all Buffy said.
"You're right, the last one would last longer," He jumped off the desk, and landed a kick to Buffy's face. She felt blood trickle from her forehead.
Buffy reacted by throwing a desk at him, knocking him down. "Good scary place," She remarked, as she leaped on top of one, and kicked him in his chest, sending him crashing into a black board.
He punched her in her stomach, as she punched him in his face. As he recoiled, she landed a blow to his temple, and another to his nose.
He knocked her down, and she swept his feet out from under him. He was getting tired, but Buffy was almost worn out. He used his levitation trick again, sending Buffy crashing into the ceiling, then into the floor. Buffy didn't have any weapons to throw at him this time.
"Scared Slayer?" He chuckled. "Scared you're going to die? I know you've died before. Tell me, how did it feel?" Voldemort said, throwing her into a desk.
Buffy felt her right arm break.
"Which time hurt the most?" Voldemort wondered. She was frozen in midair, and he yanked her headback, by her hair.
"Answer me!" He shouted.
Buffy used this oppertunity to punch grab a desk with her left arm and slam it into his face.
"Bitch!" He shouted.
"That's more like it," Buffy remarked, slamming the desk into his face several times, until he lay, gasping for breath.
"There are still followers, they're still out there, they'll hunt you down, kill your-" Buffy stopped his talking by snapping his neck. He lay dead, and his body crumbled.
"I'm the Slayer, I'm always in danger," She stated. She touched the amulet, and felt herself being transported back to the castle.
* * *
Buffy surveyed the ended battle. Those that could still walk, ran off into the night, but the dark wizards were defeated.
The teachers had returned, and several were weeping over Dumbledore, who was dead.
"Everyone okay," Buffy asked Spike.
"All safe and accounted for love," Spike replied.
Buffy nodded quickly, than threw up on the grass.
* * *
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. ~*~ is a letter. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :)
A/N2: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I have 65 now, I don't know how but I do!!!! Thank you so much you guys, the reviews keep me getting chapters up faster!!! To everyone who hasn't, come on R&R!!!
Chapter Twenty-Five: Victory & Defeat
Buffy felt her heart jump in her chest as the carpet landed, and the battle raged on. Bodies littered the ground, and it was hard to tell demon from demon, dark wizard from good.
Buffy jumped off the carpet, and gave a last look at everyone still on it. She turned, taking her big hammer, a sword in it's sheath at her side. She knocked dark demons out of her way, wizards before they could hex her, the dragons were mostly gone now.
She saw that students were throwing curses out of a window. She wondered if Dawn was one of them. Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw what must be Voldemort, his skin white as snow, eyes glinting madly.
She made her way over to him, stopping to kill a troll who wanted her hammer.
* * *
Angel, Wesley, Gunn, Cordelia, and Fred got off the carpet, immediately going to work. Gunn weilded his axe, slicing off the head of a nearby demon.
Angel and Cordelia had swords, while Wesley and Fred used crossbows. Slowly, they were making their way to the center of the battle. A troll came, knocking Fred out of the way, while three of them tried to keep it from stepping on her. Gunn cut off one of his feet, while Wesley shot an arrow into its head.
Spike used a saber, while Xander and Anya protected Willow, Tara, and Giles while they recovered.
* * *
Dumbledore and Voldemort were facing each other, ten yards apart. Buffy saw the two pull out their wands, and then shout words she didn't understand. Voldemort impaled with blades, losing blood rapidly, his wand lying to the side.
Dumbledore had gotten a curse too, and was lying on his side, staring up at the sky with glassy eyes. Buffy ran over, breaking the wands into pieces, as Voldemort pulled the last blade out of him.
"Now we're on my terms," She announced. She took her hammer, and hit Voldemort full in the face with it, sending him sprawling backwards.
He charged at her, pushing her several feet back. He punched her, knocking her down.
This guy is STRONG Buffy realized. She flipped back to her feet, swinging her hammer horizontally across his skull. She head a crack, but he did was spit out a tooth. He made a motion with his hands, and Buffy was lifted into the air, and then dropped, landing with a thud. He repeated to do this, and Buffy could feel her strenght leaving her.
Buffy remembered the instructions that Dumbledore had given her. "No."
"No what? No friends to help you, no strength left?" Voldemort hissed.
Buffy used her sword, as she was once again lifted into the air, and hurled it straight into Voldemort's heart.
Buffy fell to the ground, as Voldemort fell back. She could tell he was losing blood now, he probably only had one more minute before it was completely gone. She pulled the sword out, and slit his wrists, and his throat.
"Not over yet," He gasped, and then looked at the sky. His eyes glazed over, his heart didn't beat.
"No, but it will be." Buffy replied. She took out a packet of herbs, and sprinkled it over the body. She lit a match, and the body burst into flames. Buffy watched as the body burned, watched until it became ash.
* * *
Tara felt her magic returning, and forced herself to get up. "Xander, Anya, you guys go. I'm okay now, I'll watch them," She said.
"You're still weak Tara," Anya stated.
"Just go help them, I think Spike might need help," Tara lied.
"Okay," Xander said, and they headed off.
Tara saw the witch stared at her. The witch who had become dead to her, ever since she joined the dark wizards. They shared the same color of hair, golden blonde, but the witch's eyes were brown.
"You're fighting on the side of good?" She hissed at Tara.
"You used to," Tara said. She was now several yards away from Willow, Giles, and Lorne.
"You should join with me," The witch hissed. "We're the winning side, instead you give up your family, when you could really be something!" The witch hissed.
"Mother, I am telling you this because I love you. I know I shouldn't but I do. Leave now, or I'll kill you," Tara said strongly.
"My daughter, so kind and considerate," The witch said sarcastically, as she ran a blade through Tara. "But very very stupid."
* * *
"Tara!" Willow shouted, and Spike saw the witch go down. He ran over, slicing off the head of the smirking woman, and carried her back to the carpet.
"Oh god," Giles said, stunned, as Tara began choking for breath.
"No, baby, come on, hold on just a little longer," Willow sobbed.
"Out of the way!" A voice commanded, and they saw a short little woman coming over. She used a flick of her wand, and the wound began to heal.
"Poppy," McGonagall called. "Come here!"
"Willow?" Tara seemed to be getting her color back.
"You're okay, Tara, you're okay," Willow was grinning hysterically, holding on tightly to Tara. Spike couldn't handle the mushy moment, and took off again, looking for the Slayer.
* * *
"Hey B, whatcha doing?" An all too familiar voice asked.
"Faith," Buffy stated. "I'm killing this guy."
"Oh," Faith said, beheading a dementor. "So how's life going?" She asked, kicking a demon in the stomach.
"I'll let you know if I still have one," Buffy replied. She slipped the amulet on, and repeated the incantation.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Faith asked, turning to see Buffy, but all that was left in her place was the paper that had the incantation written on it.
* * *
"Buffy!" Spike shouted, as she dissappeared.
"Where'd she go?" Faith asked.
"I don't bloody know," Spike growled. "Probably off to get herself killed if I know her."
* * *
Buffy opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a class room. Voldemort sat on a desk, facing her.
"This is where you pick for me to kick your ass? This is your big scary place?" She asked.
"It's a school, where they meld your brain to think whatever they want to teach you. You could have an army of children willing to do what you say because you're the teacher, and they listen to you."
"Okay..." Buffy gave him a look. "Can we fight now?"
"You defeated me," He said.
"So you're pouting about it?" She asked.
"No, I'm thinking what I'm going to do to you first," He tilted his head slightly. "Rip out your intestines and strangle you with them, or break every bone in your body, finally crusing your skull. Which sounds more painful?" He asked.
"Ew," Was all Buffy said.
"You're right, the last one would last longer," He jumped off the desk, and landed a kick to Buffy's face. She felt blood trickle from her forehead.
Buffy reacted by throwing a desk at him, knocking him down. "Good scary place," She remarked, as she leaped on top of one, and kicked him in his chest, sending him crashing into a black board.
He punched her in her stomach, as she punched him in his face. As he recoiled, she landed a blow to his temple, and another to his nose.
He knocked her down, and she swept his feet out from under him. He was getting tired, but Buffy was almost worn out. He used his levitation trick again, sending Buffy crashing into the ceiling, then into the floor. Buffy didn't have any weapons to throw at him this time.
"Scared Slayer?" He chuckled. "Scared you're going to die? I know you've died before. Tell me, how did it feel?" Voldemort said, throwing her into a desk.
Buffy felt her right arm break.
"Which time hurt the most?" Voldemort wondered. She was frozen in midair, and he yanked her headback, by her hair.
"Answer me!" He shouted.
Buffy used this oppertunity to punch grab a desk with her left arm and slam it into his face.
"Bitch!" He shouted.
"That's more like it," Buffy remarked, slamming the desk into his face several times, until he lay, gasping for breath.
"There are still followers, they're still out there, they'll hunt you down, kill your-" Buffy stopped his talking by snapping his neck. He lay dead, and his body crumbled.
"I'm the Slayer, I'm always in danger," She stated. She touched the amulet, and felt herself being transported back to the castle.
* * *
Buffy surveyed the ended battle. Those that could still walk, ran off into the night, but the dark wizards were defeated.
The teachers had returned, and several were weeping over Dumbledore, who was dead.
"Everyone okay," Buffy asked Spike.
"All safe and accounted for love," Spike replied.
Buffy nodded quickly, than threw up on the grass.
* * *
