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 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, I need to know if people are still reading this!!!!
A/N3: I'll be updating this story every Wednesday, so be sure to look for it and review :)
Chapter Eleven: Lost Her Marbles
Buffy ran faster than the vampires, desparate to catch up to Glory.
She was no match for the hellgod in speed, and was losing ground every second.
Something whizzed by her, and she saw what she thought was Harry on a broomstick. She kept running, hoping something would stop Glory.
* * *
Harry urged his Firebolt faster and faster.
He could see that he was gaining on the woman who had Hermione.
Come on, come on! He urged.
As she was only ten feet away, Harry pulled out his wand.
"Nocturnus Totalus!" He shouted, and Glory began slowing down.
"What the hell?" She wondered, her arms becoming to heavy to move. She spun around to see Harry after her. "Little wizards, it's not fair," Glory schreeched.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" He shouted, pointing his wand at Hermione. Nothing happened.
"Little magic's...not so hot...now," Glory was slowing down, but Harry didn't know how much longer the spell would last. The spell would have knocked out a wizard by now, and she was still running faster than the Slayer.
"Accio Hermione!" He shouted, and Hermione's body flew towards him. Catching her with an umph! he quickly flew in the opposite direction, knowing that the hell god would come tearing after him.
* * *
Buffy's fist met Glory's nose with a loud smack!
"Hellbitch you should have just stayed dead!" Buffy punched her in her ribs. Glory seemed to recover from the sleepy spell, and threw Buffy across the street, through a window.
Angel and Spike rushed up, Spike getting in a good punch before he went crashing into a car.
Angel caught Glory's attention.
"You're handsome, want to be my servent?" She asked.
Angel slammed his leg into her chest.
"Fine, you'll have to settle for slave," Glory banged her head with his.
Angel pummeled her face, but Glory just laughed.
"So nice to be rid of those annoying feelings!" She remarked, throwing the vampire behind her.
She punched his face as he ran up behind her.
She seemed interested in one thing: the Slayer.
* * *
Faith was discharged from the hospital, given a warning not to do any strenuous activity for the next few days.
"I wouldn't think of it!" She insisted to the elderly doctor.
Dr. Waters nodded. "Alright, but make sure to keep it clean," She told Faith.
"Of course Doctor, I hate getting dirty," Faith promised.
She headed out onto the streets. Where's a good fight when you need one?
*Crash*
"Party time," Faith laughed, heading towards the commotion.
* * *
"I'm going to love killing you!" Glory announced, as she picked up Buffy, and threw her against a nearby wall.
Buffy kicked and punched, but Glory was gaining back her strength.
"It's weird being dead. It's like you're not a part of the world anymore, you're just sitting in the sidelines. But you wouldn't know about that would you? You wouldn't know since you killed me!" Glory ranted.
Buffy felt herself dozing in and out of consciousness. She knew that he head had been banged against a wall several times, but then that's where the knowledge of her wounds ended.
Glory however, was having the time of her life.
She continued to rant about the lower beings she had to associate with while dead, how she couldn't even get back to her own dimension.
Buffy kicked, punched, used the last of her strength to keep Glory at bay.
But it wasn't working.
Glory was winning, and she knew it.
Buffy finally sat, accepting that she was going to die now. She couldn't even bring herself to open her eyes, the blood was so extreme.
Glory laughed at the site of the Slayer kneeling before her.
"That's more like it," She grinned, and then placed her hands on Buffy's head, about to break her neck.
A tear fell down Buffy's bloody cheek, and she felt a small ray of hope come back to her.
She leaped up, and knocked Glory back, hard enough to impale her on a shard of broken glass.
Then Buffy fell, unconscious, passed out.
Glory hovered over the Slayer.
"I was just going to kill you, but now you're going to go through the pain!"
* * *
The hellgod walked out of the store, acknowledging that the two vampires were coming towards her.
"Please," She muttered. She laughed as they looked around for Buffy. "Looking for the Slayer?" She asked. "Don't think all there right now!" This brought up a fit of giggles. "Come and get me boys, bring on you're best shot!"
Glory saw a sword come through her chest. Faith stood behind her.
"Ladies first," She smiled sweetly, and pulled the sword out.
Glory gasped in pain.
"Mortal bitch," She choked.
"Just kick the bucket already," Faith told her.
Faith then went flying, hitting the asphalt with a thump.
"So much for no rough activity," Faith muttered, getting up just in time to see Angel smash the god's face in.
The three of them worked as a team, hitting, punching, and kicking, until the hellgod knocked the three of them away - and ran.
* * *
Hermione hugged Harry until they reached the Magic Box.
Then she ran inside, holding on to Ron.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
"Where's Buffy?" Dawn asked, seeing no sign of them.
"She stayed to fight the demon thing," Harry replied.
"That was Glory," Willow informed him.
"That woman was Glory?" Hermione asked.
"She would have killed you, or had your brain for dinner," Anya stated.
"That's our way of saying - you're lucky to be alive," Xander translated.
"Well shouldn't we help Buffy?" Fred asked.
"There's nothing we can do," Willow sighed. "Glory can't be fought with magic, wounds can be healed, and the weaknesses are few."
"Angel's out there, along with Spike and Buffy. We can't just sit here and do NOTHING!" Cordelia insisted.
"We're not going to do nothing, we're going to get enough magic together to protect homes, and the shop," Willow ordered. "Glory's here, and she's real. We don't need to worry about her coming in the middle of the night and eating our brains!"
"Will's right, we should find protection. Buff's a fighter, and Spike - he'll follow her wherever she goes," Xander assured Cordelia.
"That's either reassuring - or really creepy," Cordelia told him.
"I go with really creepy but you're choice is fine," Xander whispered.
"Xander!" Cordelia rolled her eyes.
Angel and Faith entered, and began speaking with Willow in hushed tones.
"Take her round the back," Willow told them, and they exited.
"What's going on?" Dawn asked.
"Fred, can you make sure everyone stays out of the training room?" Willow asked. "Tara, I need you-"
"What the hell is going on with my sister?" Dawn demanded. "I deserve to know what-" She cut off, because she saw through the window what was wrong. Buffy was being supported by Spike, giggling about how pretty the lamplight was.
"Oh god..." Dawn realized. "Glory's...eaten her brain."
Buffy looked straight at her, and Dawn felt chills up her spine.
The look was blank, the same one Tara had worn a year ago.
Buffy was gone, a mindless body in her place.
* * *
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, I need to know if people are still reading this!!!!
A/N3: I'll be updating this story every Wednesday, so be sure to look for it and review :)
Chapter Eleven: Lost Her Marbles
Buffy ran faster than the vampires, desparate to catch up to Glory.
She was no match for the hellgod in speed, and was losing ground every second.
Something whizzed by her, and she saw what she thought was Harry on a broomstick. She kept running, hoping something would stop Glory.
* * *
Harry urged his Firebolt faster and faster.
He could see that he was gaining on the woman who had Hermione.
Come on, come on! He urged.
As she was only ten feet away, Harry pulled out his wand.
"Nocturnus Totalus!" He shouted, and Glory began slowing down.
"What the hell?" She wondered, her arms becoming to heavy to move. She spun around to see Harry after her. "Little wizards, it's not fair," Glory schreeched.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" He shouted, pointing his wand at Hermione. Nothing happened.
"Little magic's...not so hot...now," Glory was slowing down, but Harry didn't know how much longer the spell would last. The spell would have knocked out a wizard by now, and she was still running faster than the Slayer.
"Accio Hermione!" He shouted, and Hermione's body flew towards him. Catching her with an umph! he quickly flew in the opposite direction, knowing that the hell god would come tearing after him.
* * *
Buffy's fist met Glory's nose with a loud smack!
"Hellbitch you should have just stayed dead!" Buffy punched her in her ribs. Glory seemed to recover from the sleepy spell, and threw Buffy across the street, through a window.
Angel and Spike rushed up, Spike getting in a good punch before he went crashing into a car.
Angel caught Glory's attention.
"You're handsome, want to be my servent?" She asked.
Angel slammed his leg into her chest.
"Fine, you'll have to settle for slave," Glory banged her head with his.
Angel pummeled her face, but Glory just laughed.
"So nice to be rid of those annoying feelings!" She remarked, throwing the vampire behind her.
She punched his face as he ran up behind her.
She seemed interested in one thing: the Slayer.
* * *
Faith was discharged from the hospital, given a warning not to do any strenuous activity for the next few days.
"I wouldn't think of it!" She insisted to the elderly doctor.
Dr. Waters nodded. "Alright, but make sure to keep it clean," She told Faith.
"Of course Doctor, I hate getting dirty," Faith promised.
She headed out onto the streets. Where's a good fight when you need one?
*Crash*
"Party time," Faith laughed, heading towards the commotion.
* * *
"I'm going to love killing you!" Glory announced, as she picked up Buffy, and threw her against a nearby wall.
Buffy kicked and punched, but Glory was gaining back her strength.
"It's weird being dead. It's like you're not a part of the world anymore, you're just sitting in the sidelines. But you wouldn't know about that would you? You wouldn't know since you killed me!" Glory ranted.
Buffy felt herself dozing in and out of consciousness. She knew that he head had been banged against a wall several times, but then that's where the knowledge of her wounds ended.
Glory however, was having the time of her life.
She continued to rant about the lower beings she had to associate with while dead, how she couldn't even get back to her own dimension.
Buffy kicked, punched, used the last of her strength to keep Glory at bay.
But it wasn't working.
Glory was winning, and she knew it.
Buffy finally sat, accepting that she was going to die now. She couldn't even bring herself to open her eyes, the blood was so extreme.
Glory laughed at the site of the Slayer kneeling before her.
"That's more like it," She grinned, and then placed her hands on Buffy's head, about to break her neck.
A tear fell down Buffy's bloody cheek, and she felt a small ray of hope come back to her.
She leaped up, and knocked Glory back, hard enough to impale her on a shard of broken glass.
Then Buffy fell, unconscious, passed out.
Glory hovered over the Slayer.
"I was just going to kill you, but now you're going to go through the pain!"
* * *
The hellgod walked out of the store, acknowledging that the two vampires were coming towards her.
"Please," She muttered. She laughed as they looked around for Buffy. "Looking for the Slayer?" She asked. "Don't think all there right now!" This brought up a fit of giggles. "Come and get me boys, bring on you're best shot!"
Glory saw a sword come through her chest. Faith stood behind her.
"Ladies first," She smiled sweetly, and pulled the sword out.
Glory gasped in pain.
"Mortal bitch," She choked.
"Just kick the bucket already," Faith told her.
Faith then went flying, hitting the asphalt with a thump.
"So much for no rough activity," Faith muttered, getting up just in time to see Angel smash the god's face in.
The three of them worked as a team, hitting, punching, and kicking, until the hellgod knocked the three of them away - and ran.
* * *
Hermione hugged Harry until they reached the Magic Box.
Then she ran inside, holding on to Ron.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
"Where's Buffy?" Dawn asked, seeing no sign of them.
"She stayed to fight the demon thing," Harry replied.
"That was Glory," Willow informed him.
"That woman was Glory?" Hermione asked.
"She would have killed you, or had your brain for dinner," Anya stated.
"That's our way of saying - you're lucky to be alive," Xander translated.
"Well shouldn't we help Buffy?" Fred asked.
"There's nothing we can do," Willow sighed. "Glory can't be fought with magic, wounds can be healed, and the weaknesses are few."
"Angel's out there, along with Spike and Buffy. We can't just sit here and do NOTHING!" Cordelia insisted.
"We're not going to do nothing, we're going to get enough magic together to protect homes, and the shop," Willow ordered. "Glory's here, and she's real. We don't need to worry about her coming in the middle of the night and eating our brains!"
"Will's right, we should find protection. Buff's a fighter, and Spike - he'll follow her wherever she goes," Xander assured Cordelia.
"That's either reassuring - or really creepy," Cordelia told him.
"I go with really creepy but you're choice is fine," Xander whispered.
"Xander!" Cordelia rolled her eyes.
Angel and Faith entered, and began speaking with Willow in hushed tones.
"Take her round the back," Willow told them, and they exited.
"What's going on?" Dawn asked.
"Fred, can you make sure everyone stays out of the training room?" Willow asked. "Tara, I need you-"
"What the hell is going on with my sister?" Dawn demanded. "I deserve to know what-" She cut off, because she saw through the window what was wrong. Buffy was being supported by Spike, giggling about how pretty the lamplight was.
"Oh god..." Dawn realized. "Glory's...eaten her brain."
Buffy looked straight at her, and Dawn felt chills up her spine.
The look was blank, the same one Tara had worn a year ago.
Buffy was gone, a mindless body in her place.
* * *