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, I need to know if people are still reading this!!!!
Chapter Eight: Party Girl
The four teenagers came through the door, Dawn running to answer the ringing phone.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Dawn?" Buffy asked. "Hey we're at the Magic Box, I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to be getting home until late...but don't worry, Will and Tara put strong spells on the house to keep Glory out."
"Okay," Dawn said. "Bye." And hung up.
"They're all at the Magic Box, won't be home until late," Dawn repeated.
"Muggle school is fantastic!" Hermione sighed.
"Soccer's alright," Ron admitted. "But what on earth would you want to learn French for? Just use a translation spell," He told Dawn.
"But I wouln't...it'd be different. I would want to know it to know it," Dawn explained. "It's like cheating with a spell...like if you had magic do your math homework for you."
"We don't have math homework," Hermione told her.
"Well..." Dawn couldn't really explain it. Muggle subjects she had taken all her life didn't apply to one thing that wizards did.
"I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts," Harry remarked. "I like California...but it's so different from Hogwarts...no one knows about magic. A few know about vampires, but that's it," He stated.
I actually like it about that. Not having to worry about vampires all the time when you're out with your friends, or evil wizards.... Dawn kept her thoughts to herself. It would hurt Harry and the others to know.
"Me too, I'm in desparate need for Diagon Alley and a Quidditch match," Ron remarked.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" Dawn asked.
"Hey girl it's me, Janice," Janice grinned.
"Hey," Dawn was relieved. She wasn't liking the turn of the conversation. How could she tell Harry that she was thinking about staying in Sunnydale?
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Janice asked.
"I don't know, why?" Dawn leaned her head against the wall.
"Well I met these guys at a party, and don't worry, they're not weird like the other ones...You wanna hang out tomorrow?"
"I dunno," Dawn gave a glance at Harry and Ron who were arguing about languages again. "I still have my English friends over.
"They can come too! The more the merrier!" Janice laughed. "Look I know I've been a real bitch lately, but seriously, I miss you!"
"I'll check with Buffy, she's all protective since we got back," Dawn replied.
"Cool. I'll see you at school tomorrow," Janice said.
"Alright, bye," Dawn hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Ron asked.
"Buffy again, she just wanted to make sure I fed you guys," Dawn rolled her eyes. "So what do you guys want to eat?"
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, the four found themselves at the McDonald's a block from the Magic Box. Dawn kept planning how she was going to work tomorrow out. She was going to go out with Janice, but she didn't want the others to come with her.
She needed some serious non-wizard time.
Not that she didn't like her friends and boyfriend, she loved them...but there was just a lack of normal in her life. She missed just hanging out with her old friends, talking about stupid things like who wore what when, and what new movie was coming out.
Her entire year at Hogwarts, she hadn't seen one movie. Television wouldn't work, all the magic interfered with the connection. Dawn bit into her burger, trying to figure out what to do.
* * *
FRIDAY NIGHT
Dawn waited until everyone was asleep, before heading out the back door...farthest from where anyone was sleeping.
Janice met her a few blocks from her house, and grinned. "It's only one...the party's just getting started!" She told Dawn, leading her the few blocks to the party.
Dawn was immediately introduced to five new guys, and swept up in the dancing.
Some good non-wizarding fun. Dawn grinned, and continued dancing.
* * *
A few songs later, Dawn took a breather.
"You want a drink?" Peter, the one she had been dancing with asked her.
"Sure," Dawn shrugged her shoulders. She watched Peter retreat to the kitchen.
"Hey, so having fun?" Janice giggled, drunk.
"Yeah," Dawn shouted over the loud music.
"Please tell me you are gonna stay with us here in Sunny Delight!" Janice slurred.
"I don't know...It really depends on what Buffy says," Dawn told her.
"Buffy Shmuffy!" Janice giggled again. "You stay here...with your real friends! We love you here Dawnie Dee, and we don't want you goin off to stuffy old England with stuffy old Buffy!" Janice went into a fit of laughter, in which her now boyfriend, Armando, had to calm her down.
"I'll think about it Janice," Dawn told her, as Peter came back with a drink.
"Thanks, so you're a junior?" Dawn asked, taking a gulp of the drink. It was bitter, burning her throat. She forced down the rest of the cup.
"Yeah...well I'm supposed to be a senior, but I was traveling, so I took a year off," He shrugged.
"Cool," Dawn's head was swimming. I must have no head for liquior as Spike would say... She giggled to herself. "Let's dance!" Dawn shouted, swaying with the music.
Peter grinned, and began dancing with her.
Dawn was having the time of her life.
* * *
Four hours later, at five-thirty, Dawn was drunk as hell. Janice helped the staggering girl to her house, giving her a couple of mints and perfume to cover up the smell of the alcohol and second hand smoke.
Dawn fell in the kitchen, stumbled up the stairs, and quickly changed into pajama's crawling into her bed. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all asleep on the floor, no one noticing that she had been gone.
Dawn resisted a giggle, and then passed out, sound asleep.
* * *
Dawn's head hurt. Her body hurt. She was pretty sure if it could, her hair would hurt. She put a hand to her head, and made her way to the bathroom, which, surprisingly, was empty. She took a long hot shower, the steam clearing up her head a little bit.
Making her way down the stairs, dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, she grabbed the advil bottle and took two pills.
"Morning sunshine," Spike remarked. "You look like you've been run over with an eighteen-wheeler."
"Thanks, this coming from the one without the reflection," Dawn grumbled. She plopped herself down on the couch, and curled up into a ball. Last night had been so much fun...well at least the parts she could remember...why did she have to feel so crappy now?
"Are you sick?" Buffy asked her. "Cause we're supposed to see Angel today...sort of a whole plan against the hellgod event."
"I'm fine," Dawn protested, even though she refused to open her eyes letting the overly bright sunshine come in.
"Are you sure you aren't sick?" Buffy asked.
"Positive, like the blood Spike drinks," Dawn replied.
"Okay..." Buffy shrugged. "So do you want to come with us? You can sleep if you want."
"Alright," Dawn mumbled.
* * *
Dawn slept soundly in the corner, while Buffy, Xander, Spike, Anya, Tara, Willow, Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Wesley, and Gunn were discussing the recent events. Harry, Hermione, and Ron did the more useful thing, and kept silent.
"I say that when this god comes, we hit her hard," Gunn stated. "Like get all the power we have, and just kill the woman."
"She can't be killed like that though," Buffy stated. "We don't know how to kill her."
"The Council," Anya said suddenly. "They knew she was a god, maybe they'll know something else useful."
Wesley picked up a phone, dialing some numbers. "Giles, this is Wesley. Can you get me the number to the Watcher's Council? No I'm not insane, I need it for information. Yes, vital information...Yes I am calling from Sunnydale....Yes, there's a problem, do you think I just call up the Council to chat!....Buffy! He wants you," Wesley shouted.
"Giles?" Buffy grinned.
"Buffy, what is that man talking about?" Giles asked.
"Giles, she's back...Glory's back."
"Dear God...Is she Ben too?"
"No...I think she's just Glory..." Buffy told him.
"I'll stop by the Watcher's Council...Buffy...I'll be in Sunnydale as soon as I can. You can do this, you'll make it."
"Thanks," Buffy said, placing the phone gently on the hook. "He's going to get in touch with the Watcher's Council.
"So...are we just going to sit here and wait?" Xander asked.
Silence ensued.
"I'm really not all for waiting," Buffy said after a moment. "I think that we should train... and Anya, Xander, you guys have your wedding..." Buffy stopped looking at Angel a minute, "And I'm sure you all have other stuff to do. I'm gonna be in the back, with the punching bag."
* * *
Faith walked from her apartment, and then stopped, getting a weird feeling.
Ignore it she told herself, and continued walking.
* * *
Ben and Glory watched the dark haired Slayer from the rooftops.
"So, Peter Pettigrew, how do we kill the bitch?" Glory asked.
A small man, in wizard's robes, who happened to be missing a finger on his right hand, stuttered. "W-w-well I b-believ-ve that-t we catch her unar-rmed-d, af-fter dark-k. Tonight. I'll preform the d-deadly curse."
"You really need speaking classes," Glory rolled her eyes. "Ben, can we just get a different wizard to kill her? This one smells!"
"He's a loyal supporter," Ben told her.
"He's creeping me out," Glory remarked.
"You had all your ugly little minions, and HE grosses you out?" Ben demanded.
"They had all their fingers," Glory told him.
"I thought you were a hell god!" Ben shouted.
"I am! I just don't like stupid little men without all their stupid little fingers!" Glory yelled, pushing him off the roof.
* * *
Faith spun around, as a man was thrown off a roof. She ran over, but stopped, when he laughed at the woman looking down at him. He faced Faith.
"Looks like I'm going to have to do the job myself," He said, punching her.
Faith was forced to take a step back, but then she regained her balance, a grin appearing on her face. "Let's go," She said, before lunging at him.
* * *
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, I need to know if people are still reading this!!!!
Chapter Eight: Party Girl
The four teenagers came through the door, Dawn running to answer the ringing phone.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Dawn?" Buffy asked. "Hey we're at the Magic Box, I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to be getting home until late...but don't worry, Will and Tara put strong spells on the house to keep Glory out."
"Okay," Dawn said. "Bye." And hung up.
"They're all at the Magic Box, won't be home until late," Dawn repeated.
"Muggle school is fantastic!" Hermione sighed.
"Soccer's alright," Ron admitted. "But what on earth would you want to learn French for? Just use a translation spell," He told Dawn.
"But I wouln't...it'd be different. I would want to know it to know it," Dawn explained. "It's like cheating with a spell...like if you had magic do your math homework for you."
"We don't have math homework," Hermione told her.
"Well..." Dawn couldn't really explain it. Muggle subjects she had taken all her life didn't apply to one thing that wizards did.
"I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts," Harry remarked. "I like California...but it's so different from Hogwarts...no one knows about magic. A few know about vampires, but that's it," He stated.
I actually like it about that. Not having to worry about vampires all the time when you're out with your friends, or evil wizards.... Dawn kept her thoughts to herself. It would hurt Harry and the others to know.
"Me too, I'm in desparate need for Diagon Alley and a Quidditch match," Ron remarked.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" Dawn asked.
"Hey girl it's me, Janice," Janice grinned.
"Hey," Dawn was relieved. She wasn't liking the turn of the conversation. How could she tell Harry that she was thinking about staying in Sunnydale?
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Janice asked.
"I don't know, why?" Dawn leaned her head against the wall.
"Well I met these guys at a party, and don't worry, they're not weird like the other ones...You wanna hang out tomorrow?"
"I dunno," Dawn gave a glance at Harry and Ron who were arguing about languages again. "I still have my English friends over.
"They can come too! The more the merrier!" Janice laughed. "Look I know I've been a real bitch lately, but seriously, I miss you!"
"I'll check with Buffy, she's all protective since we got back," Dawn replied.
"Cool. I'll see you at school tomorrow," Janice said.
"Alright, bye," Dawn hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Ron asked.
"Buffy again, she just wanted to make sure I fed you guys," Dawn rolled her eyes. "So what do you guys want to eat?"
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, the four found themselves at the McDonald's a block from the Magic Box. Dawn kept planning how she was going to work tomorrow out. She was going to go out with Janice, but she didn't want the others to come with her.
She needed some serious non-wizard time.
Not that she didn't like her friends and boyfriend, she loved them...but there was just a lack of normal in her life. She missed just hanging out with her old friends, talking about stupid things like who wore what when, and what new movie was coming out.
Her entire year at Hogwarts, she hadn't seen one movie. Television wouldn't work, all the magic interfered with the connection. Dawn bit into her burger, trying to figure out what to do.
* * *
FRIDAY NIGHT
Dawn waited until everyone was asleep, before heading out the back door...farthest from where anyone was sleeping.
Janice met her a few blocks from her house, and grinned. "It's only one...the party's just getting started!" She told Dawn, leading her the few blocks to the party.
Dawn was immediately introduced to five new guys, and swept up in the dancing.
Some good non-wizarding fun. Dawn grinned, and continued dancing.
* * *
A few songs later, Dawn took a breather.
"You want a drink?" Peter, the one she had been dancing with asked her.
"Sure," Dawn shrugged her shoulders. She watched Peter retreat to the kitchen.
"Hey, so having fun?" Janice giggled, drunk.
"Yeah," Dawn shouted over the loud music.
"Please tell me you are gonna stay with us here in Sunny Delight!" Janice slurred.
"I don't know...It really depends on what Buffy says," Dawn told her.
"Buffy Shmuffy!" Janice giggled again. "You stay here...with your real friends! We love you here Dawnie Dee, and we don't want you goin off to stuffy old England with stuffy old Buffy!" Janice went into a fit of laughter, in which her now boyfriend, Armando, had to calm her down.
"I'll think about it Janice," Dawn told her, as Peter came back with a drink.
"Thanks, so you're a junior?" Dawn asked, taking a gulp of the drink. It was bitter, burning her throat. She forced down the rest of the cup.
"Yeah...well I'm supposed to be a senior, but I was traveling, so I took a year off," He shrugged.
"Cool," Dawn's head was swimming. I must have no head for liquior as Spike would say... She giggled to herself. "Let's dance!" Dawn shouted, swaying with the music.
Peter grinned, and began dancing with her.
Dawn was having the time of her life.
* * *
Four hours later, at five-thirty, Dawn was drunk as hell. Janice helped the staggering girl to her house, giving her a couple of mints and perfume to cover up the smell of the alcohol and second hand smoke.
Dawn fell in the kitchen, stumbled up the stairs, and quickly changed into pajama's crawling into her bed. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all asleep on the floor, no one noticing that she had been gone.
Dawn resisted a giggle, and then passed out, sound asleep.
* * *
Dawn's head hurt. Her body hurt. She was pretty sure if it could, her hair would hurt. She put a hand to her head, and made her way to the bathroom, which, surprisingly, was empty. She took a long hot shower, the steam clearing up her head a little bit.
Making her way down the stairs, dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, she grabbed the advil bottle and took two pills.
"Morning sunshine," Spike remarked. "You look like you've been run over with an eighteen-wheeler."
"Thanks, this coming from the one without the reflection," Dawn grumbled. She plopped herself down on the couch, and curled up into a ball. Last night had been so much fun...well at least the parts she could remember...why did she have to feel so crappy now?
"Are you sick?" Buffy asked her. "Cause we're supposed to see Angel today...sort of a whole plan against the hellgod event."
"I'm fine," Dawn protested, even though she refused to open her eyes letting the overly bright sunshine come in.
"Are you sure you aren't sick?" Buffy asked.
"Positive, like the blood Spike drinks," Dawn replied.
"Okay..." Buffy shrugged. "So do you want to come with us? You can sleep if you want."
"Alright," Dawn mumbled.
* * *
Dawn slept soundly in the corner, while Buffy, Xander, Spike, Anya, Tara, Willow, Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Wesley, and Gunn were discussing the recent events. Harry, Hermione, and Ron did the more useful thing, and kept silent.
"I say that when this god comes, we hit her hard," Gunn stated. "Like get all the power we have, and just kill the woman."
"She can't be killed like that though," Buffy stated. "We don't know how to kill her."
"The Council," Anya said suddenly. "They knew she was a god, maybe they'll know something else useful."
Wesley picked up a phone, dialing some numbers. "Giles, this is Wesley. Can you get me the number to the Watcher's Council? No I'm not insane, I need it for information. Yes, vital information...Yes I am calling from Sunnydale....Yes, there's a problem, do you think I just call up the Council to chat!....Buffy! He wants you," Wesley shouted.
"Giles?" Buffy grinned.
"Buffy, what is that man talking about?" Giles asked.
"Giles, she's back...Glory's back."
"Dear God...Is she Ben too?"
"No...I think she's just Glory..." Buffy told him.
"I'll stop by the Watcher's Council...Buffy...I'll be in Sunnydale as soon as I can. You can do this, you'll make it."
"Thanks," Buffy said, placing the phone gently on the hook. "He's going to get in touch with the Watcher's Council.
"So...are we just going to sit here and wait?" Xander asked.
Silence ensued.
"I'm really not all for waiting," Buffy said after a moment. "I think that we should train... and Anya, Xander, you guys have your wedding..." Buffy stopped looking at Angel a minute, "And I'm sure you all have other stuff to do. I'm gonna be in the back, with the punching bag."
* * *
Faith walked from her apartment, and then stopped, getting a weird feeling.
Ignore it she told herself, and continued walking.
* * *
Ben and Glory watched the dark haired Slayer from the rooftops.
"So, Peter Pettigrew, how do we kill the bitch?" Glory asked.
A small man, in wizard's robes, who happened to be missing a finger on his right hand, stuttered. "W-w-well I b-believ-ve that-t we catch her unar-rmed-d, af-fter dark-k. Tonight. I'll preform the d-deadly curse."
"You really need speaking classes," Glory rolled her eyes. "Ben, can we just get a different wizard to kill her? This one smells!"
"He's a loyal supporter," Ben told her.
"He's creeping me out," Glory remarked.
"You had all your ugly little minions, and HE grosses you out?" Ben demanded.
"They had all their fingers," Glory told him.
"I thought you were a hell god!" Ben shouted.
"I am! I just don't like stupid little men without all their stupid little fingers!" Glory yelled, pushing him off the roof.
* * *
Faith spun around, as a man was thrown off a roof. She ran over, but stopped, when he laughed at the woman looking down at him. He faced Faith.
"Looks like I'm going to have to do the job myself," He said, punching her.
Faith was forced to take a step back, but then she regained her balance, a grin appearing on her face. "Let's go," She said, before lunging at him.
* * *