Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns BtVS and Ats, J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Paint the Stars in the Sky, the Scooby Gang returns to Hogwarts to fight a new evil, 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. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you all you people who reviewed, I love you all!!!! Please keep on reviewing!!!!
Chapter Five: Midnight Movies
"Hey boys, guess what we've got here," A tall girl called. "It's the Slayer's sister..."
"Yummy," A short man licked his fangs. "Dibs on her."
"They really don't like your sister do they?" Ron asked.
"I get the Slayer's sister," the tall girl informed him. "After all, I found them."
"No, you didn't," A buff teenager replied. "I did."
"Actually I would like to make it clear that it was MY idea that we go here tonight," A blonde boy clarified.
Dawn lunged at the tall girl, staking her while she argued with the blond.
"God, how does Buffy put up with the idiotic chatter?" Dawn asked aloud.
"Your sister has some idiotic chatter of her own," the blonde boy retorted, lunging at Dawn, knocking her off her feet.
Hermione used a spell to light one on fire, and was going to light a second one when her wand was snapped in half by the buff vampire. "Hey!" She snapped.
Harry and Ron battled the short vampire, but he was gaining. He threw Ron to the side, and grabbed Harry by the neck. "I'll settle for you then!" He announced, going to sink his fangs into Harry, when Harry felt himself falling.
"Never settle, always try for higher," Anya remarked, holding a stake as the vampire's ashes scattered with the wind.
Dawn kicked her vampire, punching the blond in the face.
"Bitch!" The vampire swore, punching her hard enough to snap her head back. "Just because your sister's the Slayer, don't think you can kill our kind too!"
Dawn fell to the ground, and the vampire moved to bite her, when Dawn felt dust spraying her face. She had stabbed the vampire with the stake in his heart.
Hermione was losing the battle, when Xander cut off the vampire's head with an axe.
"Now this could just be me," Xander remarked, "But am I the *only* one who can see that cemetaries, and the night DON'T scream midnight stroll?"
* * *
"Buffy is so never going to let me go anywhere again," Dawn muttered on the way home.
"Sure she will. Just after we send Glory back to hell, and Doc, and everyone else who wants you or her dead," Anya assured her.
"Buffy's never going to let me go anywhere again," Dawn repeated.
"Sure she will Dawnie, we'll just explain how much this wasn't your fault," Xander promised.
* * *
"Dawn I am so never going to let you go anywhere again!" Buffy stated.
"But this wasn't my fault! I was doing the smart thing, you know, running to safety!" Dawn insisted.
"Why didn't you find Xander and Anya?" Buffy asked.
"We couldn't find them in the crowd, and it was kind of scary. Demon guy that managed to come back to life twice isn't exactly a Sesame Street friendly," Dawn remarked.
"Look, I understand that you were doing this to stay safe, but I don't think you should go out for a while, at least not without one of us there with you," Buffy informed her.
"Fine," Dawn said. "But that means you have to buy me food, as in pizzas, WITH pepperoni," She demanded.
"Whatever," Buffy rolled her eyes. "It's getting late, you guys want to watch a movie?" Buffy asked.
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.
"He's out of town at the moment, something about potions? He said he'd be back tomorrow," Willow told them.
"You guys want to see Willow kiss a guy?" Xander asked.
"Xander they're NOT watching that movie!" Willow stated. "All we need is for these nice British teenagers to think all Americans are horny, sex-crazed fiends!"
"Willow, all Americans are horny, sex-crazed fiends," Xander informed her. "But one of them looks just like Willow, it's freaky!"
"I think we'll stick to something else," Dawn replied, sifting through the movies. "What haven't you guys seen?"
"What's the movie that everyone talks about?" Ron asked. "It started with an S...Shriek?"
"Shrek?" Dawn guessed.
"No, it was scary," Ron scratched his head.
"Yeah, did you see that movie? Talking donkeys, little blind rats...which part wasn't scary?" Dawn asked.
"Scream!" Willow shouted. "Sorry...just I never guess right. I'm right, right?"
"Right," Ron grinned. "Do you have those?"
"I actually do..." Dawn popped in the tape, and the movie fest began.
* * *
"If I ever see a knife in my life again, I think I'll have a heart attack," Hermione remarked after watching the third Scream movie.
"Hey, just wondering if you lot wanted any apples?" Spike asked, holding an apple in one hand, and a big knife in the other.
Hermione shrieked, leaping into Ron's lap.
Spike chuckled. "Gotcha."
"Not funny Spike. Using vampiric hearing to play jokes is cheating," Buffy informed him. Tara used her magic to have a giant clown appear behind Spike.
"Hermione, you can stop clinging to me now," Ron told her, but she refused to move. "Hermione, I think I'm turning blue."
Spike continued to chuckle, and turned, shouting as he saw the clown behind him. "Funny," He remarked, and then headed back into the kitchen.
* * *
Cordelia snored in the front seat, her head on Angel's shoulder.
"You'd never think the popular girls in highschool were the weird sleepers," Gunn remarked.
"I think we should tape record her, play it for pigs, see what happens," Wesley laughed.
"Hey, hey, that's my future wife we're talking about!" Angel protested. "Besides, I want to put it on the answering machine for Angel Investigations."
Fred, Wesley, and Gunn started cracking up.
"Are we there yet?" Cordelia asked.
"Almost."
* * *
Everyone was more or less asleep, not bothering to get up from where they were in the living room.
"Why was today so long?" Buffy wondered, her head on Spike's chest.
"I dunno love," Spike replied.
"We should get everyone to bed," Buffy remarked. "I mean I don't think that we should all sleep out here...it's like an eighth grade sleepover," She stated.
"Never had one of those," Spike told her.
"You missed out, we braided hair, did each other's nails, got facials...but then again we were fourteen-year-old girls..." Buffy realized. "Guys probably did different things."
"I used to paint my nails," Spike reminded her.
"Toenails?" Buffy asked.
"That's too girly," Spike answered.
"Can I paint your toes?" Buffy asked.
"No," Spike said firmly.
"Please," Buffy begged. "You've got pretty feet."
"Thanks, my manly pride has been reinstated," Spike informed her sarcastically.
"Hey, you owe me," Buffy told him.
"For what?" Spike demanded.
"Fine I'll owe you," Buffy told him.
"You are NOT painting my toes, and that's final," Spike crossed his arms, sitting up.
* * *
"See, isn't this fun?" Buffy asked him.
"Well, kind of," Spike rolled his eyes. "IT tickles.
"It's supposed to," Buffy told him, putting on another coat of skyblue.
"Does it have to be that color?" Spike complained.
"Yes, it brings out your eyes," Buffy told him.
"Who's going to be looking at my feet and my eyes at the same time?" Spike wanted to know.
"I don't know, but hold still or your going to be a smurf," Buffy threatened, and that was the end of his complaining.
Dawn got up to get a snack. "Why are you using my nail polish?" She asked groggily.
"Spike let me paint his toes," Buffy explained.
Dawn gave a tired thumbs up, and headed to the kitchen.
* * *
Dawn lay back in her sleeping bag, ignoring Buffy and Spike laughing. It's four in the morning, you'd think they'd sleep or something.
She cuddled up next to Harry, who put an arm around her.
* * *
"Okay, I die, and there's no one trying to kill these losers?" Glory demanded. "I mean, yeah I was a major threat and all, but come on, there's nothing better to do than have a pajama party?"
"Glorificus, your frightfulness, no other evil doer is worthy of the Slayer's fear but you," A minon bowed.
"Oh kiss the ground somewhere else," Ben growled. "The point is, she has to know we've arisen, and why the hell isn't she running like she did last time?"
"We'll make her run, right home to the little hell she came from," Glory swore. "Um, minion, why aren't you worshipping me?"
* * *
Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Paint the Stars in the Sky, the Scooby Gang returns to Hogwarts to fight a new evil, 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. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you all you people who reviewed, I love you all!!!! Please keep on reviewing!!!!
Chapter Five: Midnight Movies
"Hey boys, guess what we've got here," A tall girl called. "It's the Slayer's sister..."
"Yummy," A short man licked his fangs. "Dibs on her."
"They really don't like your sister do they?" Ron asked.
"I get the Slayer's sister," the tall girl informed him. "After all, I found them."
"No, you didn't," A buff teenager replied. "I did."
"Actually I would like to make it clear that it was MY idea that we go here tonight," A blonde boy clarified.
Dawn lunged at the tall girl, staking her while she argued with the blond.
"God, how does Buffy put up with the idiotic chatter?" Dawn asked aloud.
"Your sister has some idiotic chatter of her own," the blonde boy retorted, lunging at Dawn, knocking her off her feet.
Hermione used a spell to light one on fire, and was going to light a second one when her wand was snapped in half by the buff vampire. "Hey!" She snapped.
Harry and Ron battled the short vampire, but he was gaining. He threw Ron to the side, and grabbed Harry by the neck. "I'll settle for you then!" He announced, going to sink his fangs into Harry, when Harry felt himself falling.
"Never settle, always try for higher," Anya remarked, holding a stake as the vampire's ashes scattered with the wind.
Dawn kicked her vampire, punching the blond in the face.
"Bitch!" The vampire swore, punching her hard enough to snap her head back. "Just because your sister's the Slayer, don't think you can kill our kind too!"
Dawn fell to the ground, and the vampire moved to bite her, when Dawn felt dust spraying her face. She had stabbed the vampire with the stake in his heart.
Hermione was losing the battle, when Xander cut off the vampire's head with an axe.
"Now this could just be me," Xander remarked, "But am I the *only* one who can see that cemetaries, and the night DON'T scream midnight stroll?"
* * *
"Buffy is so never going to let me go anywhere again," Dawn muttered on the way home.
"Sure she will. Just after we send Glory back to hell, and Doc, and everyone else who wants you or her dead," Anya assured her.
"Buffy's never going to let me go anywhere again," Dawn repeated.
"Sure she will Dawnie, we'll just explain how much this wasn't your fault," Xander promised.
* * *
"Dawn I am so never going to let you go anywhere again!" Buffy stated.
"But this wasn't my fault! I was doing the smart thing, you know, running to safety!" Dawn insisted.
"Why didn't you find Xander and Anya?" Buffy asked.
"We couldn't find them in the crowd, and it was kind of scary. Demon guy that managed to come back to life twice isn't exactly a Sesame Street friendly," Dawn remarked.
"Look, I understand that you were doing this to stay safe, but I don't think you should go out for a while, at least not without one of us there with you," Buffy informed her.
"Fine," Dawn said. "But that means you have to buy me food, as in pizzas, WITH pepperoni," She demanded.
"Whatever," Buffy rolled her eyes. "It's getting late, you guys want to watch a movie?" Buffy asked.
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.
"He's out of town at the moment, something about potions? He said he'd be back tomorrow," Willow told them.
"You guys want to see Willow kiss a guy?" Xander asked.
"Xander they're NOT watching that movie!" Willow stated. "All we need is for these nice British teenagers to think all Americans are horny, sex-crazed fiends!"
"Willow, all Americans are horny, sex-crazed fiends," Xander informed her. "But one of them looks just like Willow, it's freaky!"
"I think we'll stick to something else," Dawn replied, sifting through the movies. "What haven't you guys seen?"
"What's the movie that everyone talks about?" Ron asked. "It started with an S...Shriek?"
"Shrek?" Dawn guessed.
"No, it was scary," Ron scratched his head.
"Yeah, did you see that movie? Talking donkeys, little blind rats...which part wasn't scary?" Dawn asked.
"Scream!" Willow shouted. "Sorry...just I never guess right. I'm right, right?"
"Right," Ron grinned. "Do you have those?"
"I actually do..." Dawn popped in the tape, and the movie fest began.
* * *
"If I ever see a knife in my life again, I think I'll have a heart attack," Hermione remarked after watching the third Scream movie.
"Hey, just wondering if you lot wanted any apples?" Spike asked, holding an apple in one hand, and a big knife in the other.
Hermione shrieked, leaping into Ron's lap.
Spike chuckled. "Gotcha."
"Not funny Spike. Using vampiric hearing to play jokes is cheating," Buffy informed him. Tara used her magic to have a giant clown appear behind Spike.
"Hermione, you can stop clinging to me now," Ron told her, but she refused to move. "Hermione, I think I'm turning blue."
Spike continued to chuckle, and turned, shouting as he saw the clown behind him. "Funny," He remarked, and then headed back into the kitchen.
* * *
Cordelia snored in the front seat, her head on Angel's shoulder.
"You'd never think the popular girls in highschool were the weird sleepers," Gunn remarked.
"I think we should tape record her, play it for pigs, see what happens," Wesley laughed.
"Hey, hey, that's my future wife we're talking about!" Angel protested. "Besides, I want to put it on the answering machine for Angel Investigations."
Fred, Wesley, and Gunn started cracking up.
"Are we there yet?" Cordelia asked.
"Almost."
* * *
Everyone was more or less asleep, not bothering to get up from where they were in the living room.
"Why was today so long?" Buffy wondered, her head on Spike's chest.
"I dunno love," Spike replied.
"We should get everyone to bed," Buffy remarked. "I mean I don't think that we should all sleep out here...it's like an eighth grade sleepover," She stated.
"Never had one of those," Spike told her.
"You missed out, we braided hair, did each other's nails, got facials...but then again we were fourteen-year-old girls..." Buffy realized. "Guys probably did different things."
"I used to paint my nails," Spike reminded her.
"Toenails?" Buffy asked.
"That's too girly," Spike answered.
"Can I paint your toes?" Buffy asked.
"No," Spike said firmly.
"Please," Buffy begged. "You've got pretty feet."
"Thanks, my manly pride has been reinstated," Spike informed her sarcastically.
"Hey, you owe me," Buffy told him.
"For what?" Spike demanded.
"Fine I'll owe you," Buffy told him.
"You are NOT painting my toes, and that's final," Spike crossed his arms, sitting up.
* * *
"See, isn't this fun?" Buffy asked him.
"Well, kind of," Spike rolled his eyes. "IT tickles.
"It's supposed to," Buffy told him, putting on another coat of skyblue.
"Does it have to be that color?" Spike complained.
"Yes, it brings out your eyes," Buffy told him.
"Who's going to be looking at my feet and my eyes at the same time?" Spike wanted to know.
"I don't know, but hold still or your going to be a smurf," Buffy threatened, and that was the end of his complaining.
Dawn got up to get a snack. "Why are you using my nail polish?" She asked groggily.
"Spike let me paint his toes," Buffy explained.
Dawn gave a tired thumbs up, and headed to the kitchen.
* * *
Dawn lay back in her sleeping bag, ignoring Buffy and Spike laughing. It's four in the morning, you'd think they'd sleep or something.
She cuddled up next to Harry, who put an arm around her.
* * *
"Okay, I die, and there's no one trying to kill these losers?" Glory demanded. "I mean, yeah I was a major threat and all, but come on, there's nothing better to do than have a pajama party?"
"Glorificus, your frightfulness, no other evil doer is worthy of the Slayer's fear but you," A minon bowed.
"Oh kiss the ground somewhere else," Ben growled. "The point is, she has to know we've arisen, and why the hell isn't she running like she did last time?"
"We'll make her run, right home to the little hell she came from," Glory swore. "Um, minion, why aren't you worshipping me?"
* * *