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: Sorry for the lack of updates, but I was caught up in finals, but now they're over, and it's summer! So look for lots of updates!
Chapter Fourteen: Waking Up
Spike kicked the hellgod off him.
Buggar! That had hurt, the damn idiot had missed the heart, leaving Spike alive and in pain.
"Huh?" Ben was confused.
"You stupid git!" Spike snarled, striking Ben. "You moronic imbecile!"
Ben threw Spike several feet away, and ran.
* * *
Dawn tried to kick Mark away, but for some reason her legs didn't want to listen to her brain.
"Please, stop," Dawn begged.
"Shh..." Mark started undoing his belt buckle.
"No!" Dawn repeated. She felt her shirt buttons being undone. Why won't my arms move?
Someone came in the door, and threw Mark off of her.
Dawn used all her energy to sit up, and saw that the blurry world was coming into more and more focus.
Spike was kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, as Mark stood up, looking at Spike furiously.
"This is none of your business man," Mark growled.
"Mess with her, and it is," Spike stood up, and slammed his fist into Mark's angry face. Mark sloped to the ground, unconcious, and Spike fell to the ground in pain.
"Spike!" Dawn scrambled by him, seeing that he was bleeding.
"You okay Nibblet?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, I think..." Dawn couldn't really tell.
"Good, because once I'm better I'm going to kill you," Spike told her.
"Alright, just let's get out of her first," Dean suggested. She helped Spike up, both of them leaning on each other for support.
* * *
Buffy ran into Dawn and Spike a block from Janice's house.
"Spike!" Buffy helped Dawn support him. "What happened?"
"Ben, the ponce almost staked me," Spike replied.
"And...Dawn. What are you doing out so late?" Buffy asked.
"We just came from a party," Spike muttered, and Dawn looked away.
"So that smell is liquor!" Buffy almost dropped Spike when she put her hands on her hips.
"Careful love, gentle with me," Spike reminded her.
"Look, I know I'm gonna be grounded for a while, but I promise it won't happen again. Nothing happened anyway," Dawn said, as she opened the door of her house.
"Nothing bloody happened!" Spike shouted. "So that prat with his pants off about to shag you while you were out of it was nothing!"
Dawn gulped, and for the first time noticed that Harry, Ron, Hermione, Xander, Anya, Sirius, Willow, Tara, and Grimly were all in the room.
"What?" Buffy demanded. "Dawn, what?"
Dawn looked nervously around. "Can we do this somewhere else...please?" She begged.
"No, because you lied to me. We're doing this here," Buffy announced. "Willow, do a truth spell please. I'd like to know if my darling sister is lying."
"Buffy-"
"I wouldn't even if I were you," Spike told her.
Willow nodded.
"Alright Dawn, how long have you been sneaking out to parties?"
"Only a few times-"
"I want a number, not an estimate," Buffy told her.
"Three," Dawn said, and a light above her head shone green.
"Alright, and at how many did you get drunk?"
"Uh, three?"
The light shone green.
"And how many did you have sex-"
"What!" Dawn demanded. "Buffy, I didn't have sex," She insisted, and the light shone green.
"Well then what was tonight?" Buffy asked.
"Please, don't make me say it here," Dawn pleaded, and tears were pouring down her face.
Buffy hesitated a minute, before having Willow and Spike follow her into the kitchen.
"I went to the party, and this guy Mark...I was dancing with him, you know, no big. And I had too much to drink, and he started...touching me. I said no, but he took me in this bedroom. He wouldn't let me go, and I kept asking him and begging him to let me go, but he was too strong-" Dawn began sobbing. "I thought he was going to rape me, but then Spike came and stopped him."
Buffy started crying.
"I'm so sorry," Dawn sobbed. "I am so so sorry," She repeated.
"It's my fault, since Mom died I haven't been a good enough example," Buffy brushed away her tears. "I mean that's it right, that's why you did it?"
"Not everything is about you Buffy!" Dawn shouted. "I did it to be normal! How many times did you get drunk in highschool? Or how many years of Spanish or French did you learn? These are normal things, normal things I don't get to do when I'm at Hogwarts! At least when we were here it was semi-normal, I could still be something, still have an important job!" Dawn screamed.
"Dawn you can at Hog-"
"No, I can't! What am I going to learn? Mermish? Gobbledegook?" Dawn asked sarcastically. "Get real Buffy, I'm not a witch, I'm a key. I'm a ball of energy waiting to open up some hell portal once another crazy gets the idea to end the world. But those monks, they designed me so that I could fit in, hide from the crazy people. I highly doubt that going to a school for wizards and using my magic helps my situation at all!"
Buffy stood silently.
"I don't want to go back. I don't have to stay here, but once we go back, I'm going to some public school. I don't care where, but I won't go to Hogwarts," Dawn shouted. "Magic isn't useful in the realworld, and I live in the real world!"
With that, Dawn ran up the stairs to her room, and began sobbing on her pillow.
Buffy stood, trancelike, and then grabbed her coat, heading out.
* * *
Dear Diary,
I finally realized something: I'm not a real person. Or at least, that's not all I am. I'm a key, I open things. Stuff like hell portals. The world has almost ended so many times, that I know how important it is for it to continue thriving and going on. Sacrifices must be made, I realized this sometime during the whole battle with Lord Voldemort last year.
But I'm a potential threat to the world, and I'm guessing that the monks made me as a normal human girl so I would be less obvious, harder to find. If they had wanted to equip me with a way to defend myself, I'm sure they would have sent me in the form of a powerful demon. But they didn't.
That's why they sent me to the Slayer. Buffy. Monks really are peaceful, they don't want to create anything harmful to the world, so they send this great power to something already harmful. Buffy. Now bright idea in theory, but why didn't the monks just send me to New York or something, where there are millions of people. Glory would have gone psycho, and she wouldn't have been able to find me. I'm sure of it. And if they were worried about protection, well hell there's always that nifty thing called a phone, and the Slayer could have met me at the airport. Glory would be looking in New York, and I'd be safe in Sunnydale.
But then my magic started leaking, giving me these witchy powers. I thought, hey, here's a way to defend myself from all those things looking to kill me. But I can't even defend myself from a human guy, looking to rape a drunk girl.
So what good are these powers? If they can't protect me, then going to Hogwarts and using them will only get me found by one crazy or another. If not Glory, then Doc. If not Doc...then someone else miserably unhappy with life.
So, I'm not just being selfish when I write about how much I want to live. Because I'm just trying to keep the world from ending. And if a human can kill me - then the world is in big trouble.
* * *
Buffy entered the room full of drunk teenagers.
"Which one of you is Mark?"
* * *
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: Sorry for the lack of updates, but I was caught up in finals, but now they're over, and it's summer! So look for lots of updates!
Chapter Fourteen: Waking Up
Spike kicked the hellgod off him.
Buggar! That had hurt, the damn idiot had missed the heart, leaving Spike alive and in pain.
"Huh?" Ben was confused.
"You stupid git!" Spike snarled, striking Ben. "You moronic imbecile!"
Ben threw Spike several feet away, and ran.
* * *
Dawn tried to kick Mark away, but for some reason her legs didn't want to listen to her brain.
"Please, stop," Dawn begged.
"Shh..." Mark started undoing his belt buckle.
"No!" Dawn repeated. She felt her shirt buttons being undone. Why won't my arms move?
Someone came in the door, and threw Mark off of her.
Dawn used all her energy to sit up, and saw that the blurry world was coming into more and more focus.
Spike was kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, as Mark stood up, looking at Spike furiously.
"This is none of your business man," Mark growled.
"Mess with her, and it is," Spike stood up, and slammed his fist into Mark's angry face. Mark sloped to the ground, unconcious, and Spike fell to the ground in pain.
"Spike!" Dawn scrambled by him, seeing that he was bleeding.
"You okay Nibblet?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, I think..." Dawn couldn't really tell.
"Good, because once I'm better I'm going to kill you," Spike told her.
"Alright, just let's get out of her first," Dean suggested. She helped Spike up, both of them leaning on each other for support.
* * *
Buffy ran into Dawn and Spike a block from Janice's house.
"Spike!" Buffy helped Dawn support him. "What happened?"
"Ben, the ponce almost staked me," Spike replied.
"And...Dawn. What are you doing out so late?" Buffy asked.
"We just came from a party," Spike muttered, and Dawn looked away.
"So that smell is liquor!" Buffy almost dropped Spike when she put her hands on her hips.
"Careful love, gentle with me," Spike reminded her.
"Look, I know I'm gonna be grounded for a while, but I promise it won't happen again. Nothing happened anyway," Dawn said, as she opened the door of her house.
"Nothing bloody happened!" Spike shouted. "So that prat with his pants off about to shag you while you were out of it was nothing!"
Dawn gulped, and for the first time noticed that Harry, Ron, Hermione, Xander, Anya, Sirius, Willow, Tara, and Grimly were all in the room.
"What?" Buffy demanded. "Dawn, what?"
Dawn looked nervously around. "Can we do this somewhere else...please?" She begged.
"No, because you lied to me. We're doing this here," Buffy announced. "Willow, do a truth spell please. I'd like to know if my darling sister is lying."
"Buffy-"
"I wouldn't even if I were you," Spike told her.
Willow nodded.
"Alright Dawn, how long have you been sneaking out to parties?"
"Only a few times-"
"I want a number, not an estimate," Buffy told her.
"Three," Dawn said, and a light above her head shone green.
"Alright, and at how many did you get drunk?"
"Uh, three?"
The light shone green.
"And how many did you have sex-"
"What!" Dawn demanded. "Buffy, I didn't have sex," She insisted, and the light shone green.
"Well then what was tonight?" Buffy asked.
"Please, don't make me say it here," Dawn pleaded, and tears were pouring down her face.
Buffy hesitated a minute, before having Willow and Spike follow her into the kitchen.
"I went to the party, and this guy Mark...I was dancing with him, you know, no big. And I had too much to drink, and he started...touching me. I said no, but he took me in this bedroom. He wouldn't let me go, and I kept asking him and begging him to let me go, but he was too strong-" Dawn began sobbing. "I thought he was going to rape me, but then Spike came and stopped him."
Buffy started crying.
"I'm so sorry," Dawn sobbed. "I am so so sorry," She repeated.
"It's my fault, since Mom died I haven't been a good enough example," Buffy brushed away her tears. "I mean that's it right, that's why you did it?"
"Not everything is about you Buffy!" Dawn shouted. "I did it to be normal! How many times did you get drunk in highschool? Or how many years of Spanish or French did you learn? These are normal things, normal things I don't get to do when I'm at Hogwarts! At least when we were here it was semi-normal, I could still be something, still have an important job!" Dawn screamed.
"Dawn you can at Hog-"
"No, I can't! What am I going to learn? Mermish? Gobbledegook?" Dawn asked sarcastically. "Get real Buffy, I'm not a witch, I'm a key. I'm a ball of energy waiting to open up some hell portal once another crazy gets the idea to end the world. But those monks, they designed me so that I could fit in, hide from the crazy people. I highly doubt that going to a school for wizards and using my magic helps my situation at all!"
Buffy stood silently.
"I don't want to go back. I don't have to stay here, but once we go back, I'm going to some public school. I don't care where, but I won't go to Hogwarts," Dawn shouted. "Magic isn't useful in the realworld, and I live in the real world!"
With that, Dawn ran up the stairs to her room, and began sobbing on her pillow.
Buffy stood, trancelike, and then grabbed her coat, heading out.
* * *
Dear Diary,
I finally realized something: I'm not a real person. Or at least, that's not all I am. I'm a key, I open things. Stuff like hell portals. The world has almost ended so many times, that I know how important it is for it to continue thriving and going on. Sacrifices must be made, I realized this sometime during the whole battle with Lord Voldemort last year.
But I'm a potential threat to the world, and I'm guessing that the monks made me as a normal human girl so I would be less obvious, harder to find. If they had wanted to equip me with a way to defend myself, I'm sure they would have sent me in the form of a powerful demon. But they didn't.
That's why they sent me to the Slayer. Buffy. Monks really are peaceful, they don't want to create anything harmful to the world, so they send this great power to something already harmful. Buffy. Now bright idea in theory, but why didn't the monks just send me to New York or something, where there are millions of people. Glory would have gone psycho, and she wouldn't have been able to find me. I'm sure of it. And if they were worried about protection, well hell there's always that nifty thing called a phone, and the Slayer could have met me at the airport. Glory would be looking in New York, and I'd be safe in Sunnydale.
But then my magic started leaking, giving me these witchy powers. I thought, hey, here's a way to defend myself from all those things looking to kill me. But I can't even defend myself from a human guy, looking to rape a drunk girl.
So what good are these powers? If they can't protect me, then going to Hogwarts and using them will only get me found by one crazy or another. If not Glory, then Doc. If not Doc...then someone else miserably unhappy with life.
So, I'm not just being selfish when I write about how much I want to live. Because I'm just trying to keep the world from ending. And if a human can kill me - then the world is in big trouble.
* * *
Buffy entered the room full of drunk teenagers.
"Which one of you is Mark?"
* * *