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 on Wednesdays, so be sure to look for it and review :)
Chapter Thirteen: No Words
Ben realized something while he was fighting the angry vampire. He loved the Slayer whose brain Glory had eaten. How can a vampire love a human? Ben wondered, as he drove his fist into Spike's stomach, throwing the vampire back several feet.
How can a human love a vampire? He asked himself, as he crashed Spike's head with his.
He laughed as he realized how funny humans were. They went through this whole process of trying to fit in, when all they ended up doing was becoming more of a freakshow.
"I'll tell your girlfriend you fought like a girl," Ben told him, as he brought a stake down, plunging it in Spike's chest.
* * *
"Done," Cordelia announced, finishing cleaning Faith's head wound.
"Thanks," She told her, and got up to leave. Instead she found herself on the ground.
"Whoa there cowgirl, I don't think you should be going back out to battle just yet," Cordelia told her, helping her to a seat.
Faith pulled out a few crumpled bills. "Can I get a phone?" She asked.
"Why?" Fred asked, handing her one.
"Cab," Faith grunted.
"Well seeing as there's a few hellgods on the loose, a deranged midget magician, and god knows what else out there, I don't think you should be going to far," Cordelia stated.
"I'm going," Faith muttered.
"Uh-huh, and tomorrow Angel's going to be getting a tan, and I'm going to sell Connor on the black market. Tune in next time for things that aren't gonna happen," Cordelia told her.
"Cordy's right, you should stay here with us," Angel agreed. "Wesley has an extra bed."
"Wesley?" Faith came to life. "Well hell, if I'm suffering a concussion I probably shouldn't be alone right?"
"I'm sure a concussion is exactly what you're suffering," Cordelia muttered.
* * *
Hermione slept peacefully by Ron, while Harry watched over the two of them. He wondered why he hadn't seen the possibility before, of the two best friends becoming more.
And this made him think of Dawn, and how distant she was becoming lately. She was hiding something, and Harry was scared of what it could be. Ever since they had gotten to Sunnydale, things had gone downhill.
It'll be better though, once we get to Hogwarts, Harry assured himself.
* * *
LATER THAT NIGHT...
Dawn carefully snuck out, meeting Janice down the road.
"What took you so damn long?" Janice asked.
"You know, my sister never sleeps," Dawn reminded her.
"Wow am I glad that I don't have your sister," Janice grinned. "Come on, I've found some new guys for us to party with!"
"What happened to the other ones?" Dawn asked.
"Oh them...let's just say they got boring," Janice laughed. "Anyways, these guys...ahh! They're so hot! Maybe you'll think of leaving Harry in the dust-"
"Not gonna happen," Dawn said.
"You haven't seen them yet," Janice shrugged. "Anyways, here we are," She announced, arriving at a large house with lights glaring and music blaring.
"This is the party? It's like a mansion!" Dawn exclaimed.
"I know, lots of bedrooms," Janice raised her eyebrows suggestively.
* * *
Buffy woke suddenly. Something wasn't right.
You're being paranoid, She thought.
She looked to the empty side of the bed. "Spike?" She called. No answer, and she could tell he hadn't been there.
She got dressed, and headed out on a search.
* * *
Sirius glared at Grimly.
"You know, if I didn't feel sorry for you-"
"Feel sorry for me? People should be writing songs about me! I'm a tradgedy for the love of sorrow!"
"Look, part of your curse was the ability to hear the earth speaking to you. I need you to tell me what she's saying, now," Sirius rolled his eyes.
"And I'll do that why-"
Sirius held up a saw. "You don't talk, limbs fly."
"Mangy no good lying wizard," Grimly muttered, closing his tree eyes.
"What do you hear?"
"Shh! I can't hear if you talk the entire time!"
Sirius gave him another glare.
"A greater power than Glory is stirring, even the mother herself doesn't know what it is, only that it deals with evil. If successful, it will destroy all good, bringing evil to everything. Good will turn evil, pure to unclean, and souls will vanish."
Sirius shuddered.
"And I thought we had problems with Voldemort."
* * *
Dawn didn't know why she had ended up dancing with Mark. It wasn't like he was even that nice of a guy - but he had been the nearest guy and she really liked this song.
Was it Shakira? She didn't know. Maybe it was Michelle Branch.
"So, you like this song?" Mark asked her, swaying to the music with her.
"Uh-huh," She nodded.
"You don't strike me as a big fan of Jennifer Lopez," He told her.
How drunk am I? She wondered.
"Yeah, I love her," She replied, and continued to dance. Mark's hands were all over her, but she was too drunk to find the words to say anything.
Janice had gone into a bedroom hours ago. Come to think of it, Janice had been by the door earlier...
She left, Dawn realized, just as she realized she wasn't by that many people anymore. Mark seemed to be leading down the hall, into a dark room.
"Where..." She managed.
She stumbled, sitting on the bed. He started unbuckling his belt, and Dawn felt fear overcome her.
"No," She announced.
"Don't worry, you'll like it," He grinned at her.
"No..." She repeated. "Please..."
"Shh...this is gonna be fun," He slurred.
* * *
Faith shifted uncomfortably in her bed. Wesley still hadn't come in the room. Where are you? She asked him silently. Come through the door, come on Wes...
As if on cue, he entered.
"Sorry," He apologized, as he saw she was "sleeping".
"It's alright," She told him. "Out partying?"
"Researching actually," Wesley looked tired.
"Come here," Faith patted the spot next to her, as she sat up.
"Why...do you have a knife under the pillow or something?" He asked.
"That's so last year," Faith joked, as Wesley did as she said. She placed her hands around his shoulders, and began massaging. "Slayer strength is good for something."
"That feels...good," Wesley confessed.
"Good," Faith continued massaging him. "So, rough night?"
"I could ask the same of you...you're the one in my room," Wesley reminded her.
"So you want me to leave?" She asked.
"That's not what I meant. It's not like I get a gorgeous girl in my room everynight," He told her. "It's just that you seem to have a head wound and-"
"What did you just say?"
"That's not what I meant?"
"No, the gorgeous girl part," Faith said.
Wesley realized what he had said, and blushed. "Well, I-"
Faith kissed him before he could say anymore. Wesley forgot what he was going to say, and kissed her back, forgeting that he should be fearing her.
* * *
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 on Wednesdays, so be sure to look for it and review :)
Chapter Thirteen: No Words
Ben realized something while he was fighting the angry vampire. He loved the Slayer whose brain Glory had eaten. How can a vampire love a human? Ben wondered, as he drove his fist into Spike's stomach, throwing the vampire back several feet.
How can a human love a vampire? He asked himself, as he crashed Spike's head with his.
He laughed as he realized how funny humans were. They went through this whole process of trying to fit in, when all they ended up doing was becoming more of a freakshow.
"I'll tell your girlfriend you fought like a girl," Ben told him, as he brought a stake down, plunging it in Spike's chest.
* * *
"Done," Cordelia announced, finishing cleaning Faith's head wound.
"Thanks," She told her, and got up to leave. Instead she found herself on the ground.
"Whoa there cowgirl, I don't think you should be going back out to battle just yet," Cordelia told her, helping her to a seat.
Faith pulled out a few crumpled bills. "Can I get a phone?" She asked.
"Why?" Fred asked, handing her one.
"Cab," Faith grunted.
"Well seeing as there's a few hellgods on the loose, a deranged midget magician, and god knows what else out there, I don't think you should be going to far," Cordelia stated.
"I'm going," Faith muttered.
"Uh-huh, and tomorrow Angel's going to be getting a tan, and I'm going to sell Connor on the black market. Tune in next time for things that aren't gonna happen," Cordelia told her.
"Cordy's right, you should stay here with us," Angel agreed. "Wesley has an extra bed."
"Wesley?" Faith came to life. "Well hell, if I'm suffering a concussion I probably shouldn't be alone right?"
"I'm sure a concussion is exactly what you're suffering," Cordelia muttered.
* * *
Hermione slept peacefully by Ron, while Harry watched over the two of them. He wondered why he hadn't seen the possibility before, of the two best friends becoming more.
And this made him think of Dawn, and how distant she was becoming lately. She was hiding something, and Harry was scared of what it could be. Ever since they had gotten to Sunnydale, things had gone downhill.
It'll be better though, once we get to Hogwarts, Harry assured himself.
* * *
LATER THAT NIGHT...
Dawn carefully snuck out, meeting Janice down the road.
"What took you so damn long?" Janice asked.
"You know, my sister never sleeps," Dawn reminded her.
"Wow am I glad that I don't have your sister," Janice grinned. "Come on, I've found some new guys for us to party with!"
"What happened to the other ones?" Dawn asked.
"Oh them...let's just say they got boring," Janice laughed. "Anyways, these guys...ahh! They're so hot! Maybe you'll think of leaving Harry in the dust-"
"Not gonna happen," Dawn said.
"You haven't seen them yet," Janice shrugged. "Anyways, here we are," She announced, arriving at a large house with lights glaring and music blaring.
"This is the party? It's like a mansion!" Dawn exclaimed.
"I know, lots of bedrooms," Janice raised her eyebrows suggestively.
* * *
Buffy woke suddenly. Something wasn't right.
You're being paranoid, She thought.
She looked to the empty side of the bed. "Spike?" She called. No answer, and she could tell he hadn't been there.
She got dressed, and headed out on a search.
* * *
Sirius glared at Grimly.
"You know, if I didn't feel sorry for you-"
"Feel sorry for me? People should be writing songs about me! I'm a tradgedy for the love of sorrow!"
"Look, part of your curse was the ability to hear the earth speaking to you. I need you to tell me what she's saying, now," Sirius rolled his eyes.
"And I'll do that why-"
Sirius held up a saw. "You don't talk, limbs fly."
"Mangy no good lying wizard," Grimly muttered, closing his tree eyes.
"What do you hear?"
"Shh! I can't hear if you talk the entire time!"
Sirius gave him another glare.
"A greater power than Glory is stirring, even the mother herself doesn't know what it is, only that it deals with evil. If successful, it will destroy all good, bringing evil to everything. Good will turn evil, pure to unclean, and souls will vanish."
Sirius shuddered.
"And I thought we had problems with Voldemort."
* * *
Dawn didn't know why she had ended up dancing with Mark. It wasn't like he was even that nice of a guy - but he had been the nearest guy and she really liked this song.
Was it Shakira? She didn't know. Maybe it was Michelle Branch.
"So, you like this song?" Mark asked her, swaying to the music with her.
"Uh-huh," She nodded.
"You don't strike me as a big fan of Jennifer Lopez," He told her.
How drunk am I? She wondered.
"Yeah, I love her," She replied, and continued to dance. Mark's hands were all over her, but she was too drunk to find the words to say anything.
Janice had gone into a bedroom hours ago. Come to think of it, Janice had been by the door earlier...
She left, Dawn realized, just as she realized she wasn't by that many people anymore. Mark seemed to be leading down the hall, into a dark room.
"Where..." She managed.
She stumbled, sitting on the bed. He started unbuckling his belt, and Dawn felt fear overcome her.
"No," She announced.
"Don't worry, you'll like it," He grinned at her.
"No..." She repeated. "Please..."
"Shh...this is gonna be fun," He slurred.
* * *
Faith shifted uncomfortably in her bed. Wesley still hadn't come in the room. Where are you? She asked him silently. Come through the door, come on Wes...
As if on cue, he entered.
"Sorry," He apologized, as he saw she was "sleeping".
"It's alright," She told him. "Out partying?"
"Researching actually," Wesley looked tired.
"Come here," Faith patted the spot next to her, as she sat up.
"Why...do you have a knife under the pillow or something?" He asked.
"That's so last year," Faith joked, as Wesley did as she said. She placed her hands around his shoulders, and began massaging. "Slayer strength is good for something."
"That feels...good," Wesley confessed.
"Good," Faith continued massaging him. "So, rough night?"
"I could ask the same of you...you're the one in my room," Wesley reminded her.
"So you want me to leave?" She asked.
"That's not what I meant. It's not like I get a gorgeous girl in my room everynight," He told her. "It's just that you seem to have a head wound and-"
"What did you just say?"
"That's not what I meant?"
"No, the gorgeous girl part," Faith said.
Wesley realized what he had said, and blushed. "Well, I-"
Faith kissed him before he could say anymore. Wesley forgot what he was going to say, and kissed her back, forgeting that he should be fearing her.
* * *