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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 words 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!!!!
A/N3: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, I promise I'll keep updating this though :)
Chapter Seven: Public Education
Buffy headed back to her house, to see all the inhabitants munching away on pancakes and eggs. "Someone knows how to cook?" Buffy wondered.
"Tara," Dawn grinned.
"There's some more in the kitchen if you're hungry," Willow offered.
"No, Faith and I ate at Denny's," Buffy replied.
"Faith?" Xander looked puzzled, then spotted the other Slayer through the doorway. "Oh...you mean Faith, the person."
"Hi," Faith called from the door.
"Faith, you're out of jail!" Willow exclaimed.
"Yeah," Faith answered. "So, Angel and all them here?" Faith asked, looking around hopefully.
"No, they called and told us what hotel they were staying at though," Tara answered.
"Oh," Faith sounded dissappointed. "Well I better go check in with Angel, he'd want to know that I'm out," Faith gave Buffy a sly look as she wrote down the address.
"Good luck," Buffy muttered under her breath.
"I've still got a few years B," Faith replied, winking and then heading out.
"What was that about?" Xander asked.
"Nothing," Buffy answered, not wanting to give away Faith's secret. "So, I went out thinking, and I don't think it's safe for us to go to England, at least not for a little while. School starts in two days-"
"School doesn't start until September," Ron corrected her.
"Public Muggle school starts in two days," Buffy explained. "And Dawn has to go, until we can sort out things England-wise. There's not as many teaching positions open...well hardly any since all the teachers came back, and Social Services is coming to check up on us in a week. Dawn you have to be enrolled in school," Buffy told her.
"Buffy, I just spent last year at a school that doesn't teach a SINGLE class that has anything to do with our world," Dawn informed her.
"I can kind of update you," Willow offered. "I mean I did go to highschool, I remember."
"And didn't you finish Algebra before Hogwarts? You can just go into Geometry with the other Sophmores," Tara assured her.
"Hey, I was...How many years *did* I take Geometry?" Xander wondered.
"Not encouraging," Dawn muttered. "Fine."
"Hey, high school's nothing!" Buffy assured her. "I mean, we all lived through it...well...most of us...the majority," Buffy assured.
"I would love to experience Muggle schooling!" Hermione voiced.
"You would," Ron told her.
"I think we should all do it, it's good to see the muggle point of view on things," Hermione informed them.
"I'm with Hermione on this one...American muggle schooling," Harry grinned.
"Seriously? You guys don't mind?" Dawn asked.
"We're in," Hermione and Harry agreed.
"I'm not bloody going to any school," Ron laughed.
"You're going or I'll send an owl to your mum and tell her about what really happened to your Chudley Cannon comforter," Hermione threatened.
Ron turned bright red. "Fine."
"You can't just leave it there," Xander told him.
"He was trying to change it into a flying blanket, and it turned into a bird," Hermione grinned.
"And then flew out the window," Ron added sourly. "I had to tell mum that my wand accidently went off and blew it up."
* * *
TWO DAYS LATER...
"Okay, and remember, don't use wizard words, or muggle, or any magic!" Dawn reminded them. She looked at her three friends, dressed in modern clothing, and almost laughed. They fit right in...which was funny as Harry and Ron didn't get the concept of such baggy pants, and Hermione didn't understand why her shirt had rips in it.
"You guys look great, don't stress," Dawn assured them. If only I could assure myself... "We all have World History together, but this unit is supposedly on American History. Just try to look like you know all about it...and the teacher shouldn't call on you," Dawn instructed.
"Oh, I know all about it," Hermione stated.
"Okay, then you'll be fine," Dawn replied. The three stared at the halls of the highschool. Janice came up to them.
"Dawn! I thought that you were going to school in England?" Janice asked, grinning at Harry.
"Well Buffy wanted to stay for a little, so I'll be going to school here for a few weeks," Dawn informed her. "We've got to get to class though, don't want to be late," She flashed Janice a grin, taking Harry's hand, and headed towards the class.
"When did we become such a bitch?" Janice asked no one in particular, but Dawn was already out of earshot.
* * *
"Who won the Revolutionary War?" Mrs. Brown droned on. She had decided to give a review to the class.
Hermione's hand shot up.
Everyone else in the class stared at the evil teacher who was trying to make their brains work on the first day back.
"Um....Hermione?" Mrs. Brown checked her attendance.
"The Americans," Hermione said, her English accent catching the attention of a few people.
"Very good, and who was the first president?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Hemione," Mrs. Brown called.
"George Washington," Hermione answered.
"Very good..."
* * *
By the end of the class, Hermione was the only person to answer a single question. She was also the only student who Mrs. Brown knew the name of.
"This is so wonderful!" Hermione beamed. "What's next?"
"Gym," Dawn groaned.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You know, sports?" Dawn told him.
"Like Quidditch?" Ron asked.
"Like basketball and soccer," Hermione replied. "Don't you know ANYTHING?"
"What's basketball?" Ron asked.
"Honestly," Hermione rolled her eyes.
* * *
"I don't understand the rules of the game!" Ron protested.
"That's alright sonny, just follow the other kids!" Mr. Ford gave him an assuring pat on the back, and blew the whistle.
The soccar game began, and Ron dodged the ball as it went through the net.
"You're supposed to block the ball," Dawn told him.
"Oh, right," Ron nodded.
The whistle blew again, and Harry watched as Dawn ran forward, her long hair flowing against the wind.
"She's quite good," Hermione remarked.
"She is," Harry agreed, kicking it to Dawn.
Dawn scored a goal for her team.
The whistle blew again, and Janice, eager to show up Dawn, made a run for the ball, but ended up tripping over her untied shoelaces, and fell in the wet grass instead.
"My shirt!" She shrieked.
"You should have changed out into your P.E. clothes!" Mr. Meyer laughed, and then the game started again. The ball was kicked towards the goal, and nervously, Ron moved to intercept it. It bounced off his head, but was blocked from the goal, and his team mates laughed and congratulated him.
"See, you're getting the hang of it," Harry grinned at him.
"I still prefer Quidditch," Ron muttered.
* * *
Lunch went by quickly, Dawn had to explain to them the concept of English, writing, different parts, and spent most of math explaining it also.
However, in English, the teacher just went over the year with them, and gave them numerous hand outs to have parents sign.
"Waste of lunch," Dawn grumbled.
Ron fell asleep in Science, which annoyed the old woman who prefered to be called Professor Thompson.
Their last period, French, didn't go so well, when Ron almost had a full out arguement with Hermione on learning Mermish or goblin.
"I'd rather learn elvish," Harry put in.
"Elves haven't been seen for hundreds of years," Hermione told him. "Goblins will be dealt with more-"
"And Mermish is more commonly spoken among water creatures!" Ron growled.
"Silence!" Madam told them.
"Sorry..."
Dawn tried to absorb everything the teacher was saying. "Je m'appelle Dawn Summers," She introduced.
The rest of the class did so, while Dawn realized something over their arguement on languages.
I want to learn French, be something respectful and great, like a doctor, or a lawyer...Maybe I'd teach English in France. If I go back to Hogwarts...I'll never be able to do that...I'll learn some magical language, and heal bones with a piece of wood...I'll be surrounded by the supernatural all my life.
Dawn sighed, and held back tears.
Do I really want to go back?
* * *
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 words 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!!!!
A/N3: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, I promise I'll keep updating this though :)
Chapter Seven: Public Education
Buffy headed back to her house, to see all the inhabitants munching away on pancakes and eggs. "Someone knows how to cook?" Buffy wondered.
"Tara," Dawn grinned.
"There's some more in the kitchen if you're hungry," Willow offered.
"No, Faith and I ate at Denny's," Buffy replied.
"Faith?" Xander looked puzzled, then spotted the other Slayer through the doorway. "Oh...you mean Faith, the person."
"Hi," Faith called from the door.
"Faith, you're out of jail!" Willow exclaimed.
"Yeah," Faith answered. "So, Angel and all them here?" Faith asked, looking around hopefully.
"No, they called and told us what hotel they were staying at though," Tara answered.
"Oh," Faith sounded dissappointed. "Well I better go check in with Angel, he'd want to know that I'm out," Faith gave Buffy a sly look as she wrote down the address.
"Good luck," Buffy muttered under her breath.
"I've still got a few years B," Faith replied, winking and then heading out.
"What was that about?" Xander asked.
"Nothing," Buffy answered, not wanting to give away Faith's secret. "So, I went out thinking, and I don't think it's safe for us to go to England, at least not for a little while. School starts in two days-"
"School doesn't start until September," Ron corrected her.
"Public Muggle school starts in two days," Buffy explained. "And Dawn has to go, until we can sort out things England-wise. There's not as many teaching positions open...well hardly any since all the teachers came back, and Social Services is coming to check up on us in a week. Dawn you have to be enrolled in school," Buffy told her.
"Buffy, I just spent last year at a school that doesn't teach a SINGLE class that has anything to do with our world," Dawn informed her.
"I can kind of update you," Willow offered. "I mean I did go to highschool, I remember."
"And didn't you finish Algebra before Hogwarts? You can just go into Geometry with the other Sophmores," Tara assured her.
"Hey, I was...How many years *did* I take Geometry?" Xander wondered.
"Not encouraging," Dawn muttered. "Fine."
"Hey, high school's nothing!" Buffy assured her. "I mean, we all lived through it...well...most of us...the majority," Buffy assured.
"I would love to experience Muggle schooling!" Hermione voiced.
"You would," Ron told her.
"I think we should all do it, it's good to see the muggle point of view on things," Hermione informed them.
"I'm with Hermione on this one...American muggle schooling," Harry grinned.
"Seriously? You guys don't mind?" Dawn asked.
"We're in," Hermione and Harry agreed.
"I'm not bloody going to any school," Ron laughed.
"You're going or I'll send an owl to your mum and tell her about what really happened to your Chudley Cannon comforter," Hermione threatened.
Ron turned bright red. "Fine."
"You can't just leave it there," Xander told him.
"He was trying to change it into a flying blanket, and it turned into a bird," Hermione grinned.
"And then flew out the window," Ron added sourly. "I had to tell mum that my wand accidently went off and blew it up."
* * *
TWO DAYS LATER...
"Okay, and remember, don't use wizard words, or muggle, or any magic!" Dawn reminded them. She looked at her three friends, dressed in modern clothing, and almost laughed. They fit right in...which was funny as Harry and Ron didn't get the concept of such baggy pants, and Hermione didn't understand why her shirt had rips in it.
"You guys look great, don't stress," Dawn assured them. If only I could assure myself... "We all have World History together, but this unit is supposedly on American History. Just try to look like you know all about it...and the teacher shouldn't call on you," Dawn instructed.
"Oh, I know all about it," Hermione stated.
"Okay, then you'll be fine," Dawn replied. The three stared at the halls of the highschool. Janice came up to them.
"Dawn! I thought that you were going to school in England?" Janice asked, grinning at Harry.
"Well Buffy wanted to stay for a little, so I'll be going to school here for a few weeks," Dawn informed her. "We've got to get to class though, don't want to be late," She flashed Janice a grin, taking Harry's hand, and headed towards the class.
"When did we become such a bitch?" Janice asked no one in particular, but Dawn was already out of earshot.
* * *
"Who won the Revolutionary War?" Mrs. Brown droned on. She had decided to give a review to the class.
Hermione's hand shot up.
Everyone else in the class stared at the evil teacher who was trying to make their brains work on the first day back.
"Um....Hermione?" Mrs. Brown checked her attendance.
"The Americans," Hermione said, her English accent catching the attention of a few people.
"Very good, and who was the first president?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Hemione," Mrs. Brown called.
"George Washington," Hermione answered.
"Very good..."
* * *
By the end of the class, Hermione was the only person to answer a single question. She was also the only student who Mrs. Brown knew the name of.
"This is so wonderful!" Hermione beamed. "What's next?"
"Gym," Dawn groaned.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You know, sports?" Dawn told him.
"Like Quidditch?" Ron asked.
"Like basketball and soccer," Hermione replied. "Don't you know ANYTHING?"
"What's basketball?" Ron asked.
"Honestly," Hermione rolled her eyes.
* * *
"I don't understand the rules of the game!" Ron protested.
"That's alright sonny, just follow the other kids!" Mr. Ford gave him an assuring pat on the back, and blew the whistle.
The soccar game began, and Ron dodged the ball as it went through the net.
"You're supposed to block the ball," Dawn told him.
"Oh, right," Ron nodded.
The whistle blew again, and Harry watched as Dawn ran forward, her long hair flowing against the wind.
"She's quite good," Hermione remarked.
"She is," Harry agreed, kicking it to Dawn.
Dawn scored a goal for her team.
The whistle blew again, and Janice, eager to show up Dawn, made a run for the ball, but ended up tripping over her untied shoelaces, and fell in the wet grass instead.
"My shirt!" She shrieked.
"You should have changed out into your P.E. clothes!" Mr. Meyer laughed, and then the game started again. The ball was kicked towards the goal, and nervously, Ron moved to intercept it. It bounced off his head, but was blocked from the goal, and his team mates laughed and congratulated him.
"See, you're getting the hang of it," Harry grinned at him.
"I still prefer Quidditch," Ron muttered.
* * *
Lunch went by quickly, Dawn had to explain to them the concept of English, writing, different parts, and spent most of math explaining it also.
However, in English, the teacher just went over the year with them, and gave them numerous hand outs to have parents sign.
"Waste of lunch," Dawn grumbled.
Ron fell asleep in Science, which annoyed the old woman who prefered to be called Professor Thompson.
Their last period, French, didn't go so well, when Ron almost had a full out arguement with Hermione on learning Mermish or goblin.
"I'd rather learn elvish," Harry put in.
"Elves haven't been seen for hundreds of years," Hermione told him. "Goblins will be dealt with more-"
"And Mermish is more commonly spoken among water creatures!" Ron growled.
"Silence!" Madam told them.
"Sorry..."
Dawn tried to absorb everything the teacher was saying. "Je m'appelle Dawn Summers," She introduced.
The rest of the class did so, while Dawn realized something over their arguement on languages.
I want to learn French, be something respectful and great, like a doctor, or a lawyer...Maybe I'd teach English in France. If I go back to Hogwarts...I'll never be able to do that...I'll learn some magical language, and heal bones with a piece of wood...I'll be surrounded by the supernatural all my life.
Dawn sighed, and held back tears.
Do I really want to go back?
* * *