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 Fifteen: Defeated Glory
Buffy put a hand to her head the next morning, feeling sick at the memories of what she had done. The second she had found the kid who had tried to rape Dawn she beat him up out of rage. He was probably lucky to be alive.
Spike was recovered from his near death experience and was pissed at Dawn.
Dawn had shut herself up in her room, allowing no one to enter.
The others didn't know what to say. Xander, Anya and Tara were still waiting to know what happened, and Buffy told Willow to fill them in. She headed up to her room, to get some much needed sleep.
* * *
Ben didn't know if his idea would work. All he knew is that he needed more power.
"Minion, make sure of her location," He ordered.
"Yes master of the heavens, oh handsome god of the underworld-"
"Shut up," Ben replied.
* * *
"So Dawn almost got raped, and Buffy just let the guy go?" Xander asked in disbelief.
"I wouldn't go that far," Spike remarked. "I'm betting the Slayer went and found herself a nice teenage punching bag last night."
"Yeah, I did," Buffy groaned. "I don't know what happened,, this rage just came over me...like a cloud. I just hit and kicked at him over and over again - all I could think about was what he did to Dawn, what he tried to do."
"We get that Buff," Xander squeezed her hand. "Hell, I'm sure I would have done the same thing, only with less strength."
"But Dawn's right. If she couldn't use her magic to save herself, then what's the point in sending her back to Hogwarts?" Buffy asked. "I've been thinking, all night actually. I have, we have, an aunt up in New York, and it's not that far away from England..."
"Buffy are you sure? I mean if Dawn's magic isn't working, then maybe she just needs more training," Tara suggested.
"Yeah, sending her to New York, defenseless?" Willow sighed. "Are you sure that's what she wants?"
Buffy nodded. "It's exactly what she wants."
* * *
"Alright, I've found someone to play the part of your Aunt. Her name is Julia, she was Joyce's half-sister that she didn't want Dawn to know about," Giles told her.
"Thank you so much Giles," Buffy said into the phone.
"Are you sure about this, that she'll be safe there?"
"She knows she will, she's the one who came up with the idea," Buffy answered.
"Alright, well take care, I'll be in touch soon."
"Bye," Buffy hung up the phone. She quietly made sure Dawn was out of her bedroom, while she replaced her diary.
* * *
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had no clue what was going on with Dawn. They had no clue that she had gone out drinking, now they knew from the fight scene in the living room. Harry knocked on Dawn's door, and a "come in," was heard.
Dawn was packing her clothes, into three large suitcases.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked her.
"Packing," Dawn answered, refusing to meet his gaze.
"I mean why are you packing?"
Dawn didn't answer for a moment.
"I'm going to New York," She finally said.
"What? Why?" Harry asked her.
"Because-I have to go stay with my aunt. It's not safe for me here," Dawn stated, throwing a sweater into a suitcase.
"It's not safe for anyone here! We're in the middle of a bloody demon hotspot!" Harry exclaimed.
"But you've all got magic to protect you!" Dawn shouted.
"So do you-"
"No I don't!" Dawn slammed the suitcase down. "I don't have it anymore, whatever it was, it was a leak, and it's gone now."
"I don't believe you," Harry stated.
"Fine, I'll prove it!" Dawn raised her wand, "Accio vase!" And nothing happened. "Now you try."
Harry raised his wand. "Accio vase!" And it flew right into his arms. He paled, "You're magic's just gone?"
"Yep, so I'm defenseless. And with two crazy hellgods on the loose, not to mention Doc, who worships them, I'm feeling a little helpless right about now."
"But you're not the key anymore," Harry told her.
"If I weren't still the key, I'd probably dissappear. This energy thing that I was, it's magic keeps me alive, human. If that were to dissappear, then I'd be gone. I figured it out from a few of Giles' books."
Harry felt his stomach plummet. "So what, you're just going to stay in New York until we go to Hogwarts?"
"No, I'm not going to Hogwarts," Dawn replied.
Harry's stomach fell further.
"So what then? When will I see you again?"
Dawn looked at him finally. "You probably won't."
Harry felt as if his stomach had just gotten eaten by a giant spider.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"Look, your world, it's alot different than mine. I like you alot Harry, but I'm an apocalyptic ending waiting to unleash hell upon the world. You have a future, I don't until Glory and Bob and Doc are finally dead. And with gods who are immortal...that may take awhile."
"That's not it is it? You've been strange since we got here," Harry told her.
Dawn shifted uncomfortably.
"That's it isn't it. It's not that you have to go into hiding, it's that you're choosing to. Just tell me the truth damn it!"
Dawn finally looked at him, with tears in her eyes. "Alright, I am choosing to hide. You can't act like you understand, you don't!" She quickly left the room, and knocked over a few books from her nightstand. Harry picked them up, finding her diary.
He was about to put it back, when he decided to try and find out why she was acting like such a brat.
He opened to the most recent entry, and began reading.
* * *
Glory watched Buffy enter the graveyard, and then appeared behind her.
"Hey Slayer, wanna have a little go?" Glory asked.
"Sure, I'm in the mood to pummel something, you'll do," Buffy replied.
Glory punched her, and Buffy slammed her head together with Glory's. Fighting back stars, Buffy punched Glory in the cheekbone, and then the stomach.
Glory laughed, and rammed her knee into Buffy's stomach, and Buffy pushed Glory down, catching her breath. She elbowed Glory in the neck, and backflipped, kicking Glory in the jaw.
Picturing Mark's face, Buffy landed punch after punch, kick after kick, barely feeling those Glory landed on her.
It was when Buffy was sitting ontop of an unconcious Glory, that she realized she had knocked out the hellgod a long time ago.
Getting up, Buffy quickly ran through the graveyard, towards her house.
* * *
Ben stood over Glory.
"Benny boy, help me up," Glory whispered.
"Sorry Glory, but I'm feeling hungry," He said, plunging his fingers deep into her skull as she screamed in pain.
* * *
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 Fifteen: Defeated Glory
Buffy put a hand to her head the next morning, feeling sick at the memories of what she had done. The second she had found the kid who had tried to rape Dawn she beat him up out of rage. He was probably lucky to be alive.
Spike was recovered from his near death experience and was pissed at Dawn.
Dawn had shut herself up in her room, allowing no one to enter.
The others didn't know what to say. Xander, Anya and Tara were still waiting to know what happened, and Buffy told Willow to fill them in. She headed up to her room, to get some much needed sleep.
* * *
Ben didn't know if his idea would work. All he knew is that he needed more power.
"Minion, make sure of her location," He ordered.
"Yes master of the heavens, oh handsome god of the underworld-"
"Shut up," Ben replied.
* * *
"So Dawn almost got raped, and Buffy just let the guy go?" Xander asked in disbelief.
"I wouldn't go that far," Spike remarked. "I'm betting the Slayer went and found herself a nice teenage punching bag last night."
"Yeah, I did," Buffy groaned. "I don't know what happened,, this rage just came over me...like a cloud. I just hit and kicked at him over and over again - all I could think about was what he did to Dawn, what he tried to do."
"We get that Buff," Xander squeezed her hand. "Hell, I'm sure I would have done the same thing, only with less strength."
"But Dawn's right. If she couldn't use her magic to save herself, then what's the point in sending her back to Hogwarts?" Buffy asked. "I've been thinking, all night actually. I have, we have, an aunt up in New York, and it's not that far away from England..."
"Buffy are you sure? I mean if Dawn's magic isn't working, then maybe she just needs more training," Tara suggested.
"Yeah, sending her to New York, defenseless?" Willow sighed. "Are you sure that's what she wants?"
Buffy nodded. "It's exactly what she wants."
* * *
"Alright, I've found someone to play the part of your Aunt. Her name is Julia, she was Joyce's half-sister that she didn't want Dawn to know about," Giles told her.
"Thank you so much Giles," Buffy said into the phone.
"Are you sure about this, that she'll be safe there?"
"She knows she will, she's the one who came up with the idea," Buffy answered.
"Alright, well take care, I'll be in touch soon."
"Bye," Buffy hung up the phone. She quietly made sure Dawn was out of her bedroom, while she replaced her diary.
* * *
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had no clue what was going on with Dawn. They had no clue that she had gone out drinking, now they knew from the fight scene in the living room. Harry knocked on Dawn's door, and a "come in," was heard.
Dawn was packing her clothes, into three large suitcases.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked her.
"Packing," Dawn answered, refusing to meet his gaze.
"I mean why are you packing?"
Dawn didn't answer for a moment.
"I'm going to New York," She finally said.
"What? Why?" Harry asked her.
"Because-I have to go stay with my aunt. It's not safe for me here," Dawn stated, throwing a sweater into a suitcase.
"It's not safe for anyone here! We're in the middle of a bloody demon hotspot!" Harry exclaimed.
"But you've all got magic to protect you!" Dawn shouted.
"So do you-"
"No I don't!" Dawn slammed the suitcase down. "I don't have it anymore, whatever it was, it was a leak, and it's gone now."
"I don't believe you," Harry stated.
"Fine, I'll prove it!" Dawn raised her wand, "Accio vase!" And nothing happened. "Now you try."
Harry raised his wand. "Accio vase!" And it flew right into his arms. He paled, "You're magic's just gone?"
"Yep, so I'm defenseless. And with two crazy hellgods on the loose, not to mention Doc, who worships them, I'm feeling a little helpless right about now."
"But you're not the key anymore," Harry told her.
"If I weren't still the key, I'd probably dissappear. This energy thing that I was, it's magic keeps me alive, human. If that were to dissappear, then I'd be gone. I figured it out from a few of Giles' books."
Harry felt his stomach plummet. "So what, you're just going to stay in New York until we go to Hogwarts?"
"No, I'm not going to Hogwarts," Dawn replied.
Harry's stomach fell further.
"So what then? When will I see you again?"
Dawn looked at him finally. "You probably won't."
Harry felt as if his stomach had just gotten eaten by a giant spider.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"Look, your world, it's alot different than mine. I like you alot Harry, but I'm an apocalyptic ending waiting to unleash hell upon the world. You have a future, I don't until Glory and Bob and Doc are finally dead. And with gods who are immortal...that may take awhile."
"That's not it is it? You've been strange since we got here," Harry told her.
Dawn shifted uncomfortably.
"That's it isn't it. It's not that you have to go into hiding, it's that you're choosing to. Just tell me the truth damn it!"
Dawn finally looked at him, with tears in her eyes. "Alright, I am choosing to hide. You can't act like you understand, you don't!" She quickly left the room, and knocked over a few books from her nightstand. Harry picked them up, finding her diary.
He was about to put it back, when he decided to try and find out why she was acting like such a brat.
He opened to the most recent entry, and began reading.
* * *
Glory watched Buffy enter the graveyard, and then appeared behind her.
"Hey Slayer, wanna have a little go?" Glory asked.
"Sure, I'm in the mood to pummel something, you'll do," Buffy replied.
Glory punched her, and Buffy slammed her head together with Glory's. Fighting back stars, Buffy punched Glory in the cheekbone, and then the stomach.
Glory laughed, and rammed her knee into Buffy's stomach, and Buffy pushed Glory down, catching her breath. She elbowed Glory in the neck, and backflipped, kicking Glory in the jaw.
Picturing Mark's face, Buffy landed punch after punch, kick after kick, barely feeling those Glory landed on her.
It was when Buffy was sitting ontop of an unconcious Glory, that she realized she had knocked out the hellgod a long time ago.
Getting up, Buffy quickly ran through the graveyard, towards her house.
* * *
Ben stood over Glory.
"Benny boy, help me up," Glory whispered.
"Sorry Glory, but I'm feeling hungry," He said, plunging his fingers deep into her skull as she screamed in pain.
* * *