Hey all! I hope you guys like this chapter. Sorry it has taken so long to get out!

I'm thinking about moving this story to Harry Potter fanfiction, but I'm still not sure. Just because...well, I don't know. I just have this feeling. Well, if I do, you can always just go to my name and continue the story after getting it from there. Ta!

Warning:

This is Harry / Dawn, Draco / Hermione, Ron / ? fanfiction. Not totally sure about the Buffy pairings as of yet. We'll see what happens. You can give me your opinion in your review on that if you like... ( hint, hint )

I hope these pairings don't make you want to not read the story, but hey... I've been told I write well, so hopefully the story will make up for any pairings you do not favor. Thanks!

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Chapter 3

"Oomph."

The group fell into a heap on the floor. Buffy was the first to regain her composure. Looking up, she breathed, "Wow."

They were in a large, majestic room. Everyone who had read the books in the Scooby Gang recognized it as the Great Hall.

Four long tables sat in the room, topped with golden goblets and plates. Thousands of candles flickered over them, suspended in midair. Finally, looking upwards, they could see the famed enchanted ceiling, which was clear and dotted with stars that night.

As they looked in wonder about them, seeing this storybook place come alive, they suddenly realized the presence of lots of students all around them, gazing curiously at the intruders. Apparantly, they had obviously chosen an inopportune time to arrive:

The state-of-term Feast. In other words: dinner.

Buffy offered a weak smile at the crowd as she pulled her friends onto their feet, off the soft ( and very nicely made ) rug.

Dumbledore had already made his way up to the front of the room, and he smiled widely at them, his long silver hair shining in the light. " Hello students. Welcome back to Hogwarts; or for the first years, just welcome. You have all realized that we have some visitors, have you not?" He smiled at the group, who grinned weakly, " They are here to help in the fight against Voldemort." The hall gasped at the name, but Dumbledore went on, oblivious. " This is Anya Emerson, formerly known as Anyanka - " Anya smiled and curtsied to the students, while a gasp came from a girl with a huge book; her pages started flying.

" - and she will helping to teach History of Magic with Professor Binns."

"Teach?"

The whole Scooby Gang looked dumbstruck at Dumbledore. He grinned at them, eyes twinkling.

"Yes. Teach. You all have experience beyond compare; more than many wizards can boast of. It will be helpful to all of the students for you to share your expertise."

Buffy still looked a little fazed. " But I don't - I'm not a - I fight, not - " she sputtered. " Teach?" she asked meekly.

Dumbledore continued. " This is Willow Rosenberg, and she will be helping Professor Snape in Potions." She grinned and gave a small wave to the students. Snape looked like he was going to be sick. " This is Tara Maclay, and she will be helping Professor McGonagall with Transfiguaration." She smiled a little uncertainly. The Deputy Headmistress looked at her reassuringly. " This is Mr. Alexander Harris, and he will be teaching with Hagrid in Care of Magical Creatures." Xander looked about to faint at the thought of dealing with any more owls. " This is Mr. ... Spike. Just Spike. Creative name, eh?" Dumbledore looked at the students, eyes twinkling. Spike stepped forward, took an appraising glance around, nodded, and stepped back. Buffy, who had been watching this amusingly, announced to the students, " Don't mind him. He's just trying to get back to the eighties - where it was cool to have only one name, dress punk, bleach your hair, and act stupid." This emitted both uproarious giggles from the muggleborns, and confused stares from the purebloods ( who didn't have a clue what the 'eighties' 'punk' or 'bleach' was. ) Dumbledore ( being a highly intelligent, informed wizard ) chuckled along with his students as Spike turned back to Buffy and spat, " Well, Slayer, you have some of those things in common."

" Hey! I do not dress punk." She realized what she had said. " Or act stupid."

She rethought it all. Then she punched him hard in the arm.

" And I do not bleach my hair!"

Spike rubbed his arm where she had hit him. " Luv, that's even worse. Being blonde and stupid go together."

She sneered at him. " You should talk."

Dumbledore watched this exchange, then cleared his throat. " And you all have just witnessed a vampire Slayer fighting. Albeit, not physically, as is her forte. However, Ms. Summers appears to be quite sharp-tongued as well!" He chuckled, as Buffy blushed. " I am happy to introduce Ms. Buffy Summers. She will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. With Mr. Spike."

The two stared at each other. " WHAT!"

"Oh," the Headmaster continued. " This is Dawn Summers; Buffy's sister. She will be attending Hogwarts for the duration her sister and friends must stay."

Dumbledore turned to the crowd. " I would now like to say a few words. Plumpay! Granhid! Oiscaun! Thank you.

" Let the feast commence!"

******

At Gryffindor table, excited chatter was occuring, along with cavernous eating.

" I hope she gets put in Gryffindor,"

" Me too," mumbled Ron Weasley, spraying the rest of the fifth years with pieces of treacle tart. A soft roar came from his classmates, trying to get the remnants of his chewed-tart off of their various belongings. Neville Longbottom attempted to fish a piece out of his pumpkin juice, but he just succeeded in tipping it over.

Hermione Granger wrinkled her nose, and spitefully flicked a particularly saliva-soaked piece of tart off of her shoulder.

" Eww! Ron! Don't talk and eat at the same time. And with your mouth open. It's disgusting."

Ron reddened, matching his hair. He obediently closed his mouth and chewed. He had some... feelings for Hermione, especially after last years' Yule Ball. He had thought she was even prettier, all dressed up, and her hair straightened. But Ron had also changed, along with his friends and classmates. He had shot up over the summer, reaching six foot one; and he had frosted his red hair black at the tips. And, since he had been practicing his Quidditch skills all summer to make the Gryffindor team that year, his muscles had developed nicely. But Hermione... all he could really say was DAMN.

It didn't help that she had come to school this year looking fabulous. The other girls had been cooing over the change all day.



*****

With her hair all curly ( not bushy ), makeup that accentuated her delicate features - especially her deep, russet brown eyes -, and a figure that had filled out in all the right places, the boys had been goggling at her all day. Actually, more at the mini skirt, sleeveless blouse, and kneeboots she had worn to Kings Crossing and on the Hogwarts express. There had been a collective groan when she had come out of the compartment in her black, standard Hogwarts robes when they had reached Hogwarts.

And, she had noted, the most goggling boy of all had to be Draco Malfoy. She smiled, remembering that morning...



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