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Disclaimer. Harry Potter and the Fantastic Beasts series are written by JK Rowling and Buffy The Vampire Slayer by Josh Wheedon or whoever now owns the rights. This story is written with no financial gain, it is my homage to those superb writers.

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A/N; (The Boring stuff)

This is a crossover so obviously AU.

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Full Summary: -

'Death is but the next great adventure...' Dumbledore

Some people believe life exists in parallels, that the same character lives in different universes and faces different choices in each life.

What if...

This was true for Buffy Summers? In one world she was chosen as the Slayer at the age of fifteen and died at the age of twenty. We all know that in BTVS Willow brought her back from the dead, but what if she didn't come back? What if something went wrong with the ritual? What if the soul of a Slayer went into the body of another fifteen year old Buffy Summers who was never chosen to be a Slayer? And what if there was something in this world different to the one she knew.

When Buffy Summers wakes up buried beneath a building, she has no memory of who she is. It is 1942, her only relative is hospitalised and, if that's not bad enough, she's sent to a London orphanage, there are people out to get her, a wizard called Grindelwald is causing trouble and the world is at war. Both worlds, the wizarding and the muggle one.
So who exactly is Buffy Summers, and who can she trust?

Joyce and Buffy Summers, Tom Riddle, Gellert Grindelwald, and Albus Dumbledore.

On with the story...

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Chapter One. ~Prologue

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*The Wizarding World -1942 *

The last person the two Aurors expected to see when out on a routine call was a notorious dark wizard in a busy Muggle London street.

"I'm not believing what I'm seeing," Clogg said. On the opposite side of the road, one of the most wanted men in the wizarding world was sauntering along as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Isn't that..."

"...Hubert Von Kendrick," Moody finished the sentence, his face bright with excitement. Thiswas the reason why he'd joined the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It was to apprehend the darkest of dark wizards and catch the most notorious criminals. It wasn't to traipse around Muggle London looking for four witches who'd gotten into a fight and hexed each other over the last pair of shoes in a Muggle shop. "Do we follow him?" Moody asked, hoping Clogg wouldn't say they had to wait for reinforcements.

"Abso-doodle-utely."

The two Aurors tailed Von Kendrick down into the underground. There, they followed him onto a train filled with unsuspecting Muggles and watched him discreetly from another carriage. When he alighted at St Pancras, the two followed him up to the station, staying by the station wall and pretending to read a poster for Bovril.

Moody picked up a Muggle newspaper left behind on a bench and covered his face. "He's following the two women," he muttered. "Those two blondes over there." He nodded to where a mother and her teenage daughter waited to hand their tickets to the Ticket Collector.

Clogg nodded, taking a leaflet from a nearby display, pretending to check the timetable.

"You think one of us should go back to the Ministry and ask for reinforcements?" Moody asked somewhat reluctantly. He knew that as the younger and less experienced Auror he should volunteer, but the overweight Clogg wasn't the most agile or the brightest wizard in the department. He felt torn, wanting to stay and yet knowing they shouldn't risk letting the dark Wizard slip through their fingers.

"Another few minutes won't hurt," said Clogg, who was as keen as his younger partner to see what Von Kendrick was up to, "and then we'll get another team to follow him. I must say, I'm curious to see why he's so interested in those two and what he's planning."

They left the station. The woman and her daughter walked a short distance along the road before veering off into a side street with Von Kendrick following them. They entered a busy department store, and the dark wizard moved over to the shop window, peering in as if trying to spot them. Moody and Clogg watched from the main street as Von Kendrick walked back over to the shop doorway. He hesitated, seemingly in two minds whether he should enter or not. After a few seconds of dithering, he opened the door and followed them inside.

Inside the store, the two Muggles Von Kendrick had followed were about to make a purchase.

"Mom, can I browse the counters while you wait in line?" the teenage blonde girl asked, eyeing the long line for the till.

"Don't go too far, Buffy," her mother warned as she took her place at the back of the queue.

Buffy nodded and went over to the perfume counter. The assistant was busy with an elderly shopper wearing an expensive fur coat and dithering over which one of two small bottles of perfume she should buy. Buffy walked to the other side of the counter and picked up a sample bottle of Evening In Paris perfume from off the counter. She took a sniff of the contents, wrinkled her nose in distaste, and put it back down. A make-up counter only a few aisles away caught her eye and she wandered over, scanning the colours and looking less than impressed with the slim pickings on offer.

Buffy had known that wartime rationing had hit Briton far harder than it had America. Europe had been at war for several years, and the good she bought easily back home in the States was in short supply here. Even if the goods were in front of you, you still needed the relevant government-issued 'points' to buy them. Neither Buffy nor her Mom were used to dealing with the British points system having only just arrived in England. Despite being given ration books (as well as gas masks) on arriving in England, Joyce had warned Buffy not to spend on non-essentials. Buffy wasn't certain if her Mom was having problems working out the British points system or if she was worried about how long the money they'd brought with them would last.

There was a large mirror on the end of the make-up counter, and Buffy moved across to check her appearance. Angling it so that she could check her hair, a man's face in the reflection caught her eye. A dark, swarthy man with large jowls was stood by the scarf counter behind her. She watched as he pretended to look through the rack of scarves, his eyes on her and not the scarves. The way he was checking her out made her skin crawl. Buffy knew she'd seen him earlier on the subway and later in the station, he'd been watching her then. Had he followed her?

She primped her hair slowly, all the while watching him. He gave her the creeps. She glanced over to her Mom and then back to the mirror, breathing a sigh of relief when she'd noticed the man had gone. Maybe, he'd become bored of ogling her and gone to annoy someone more his own age. Putting the weird guy from her mind, Buffy continued browsing the make-up until the assistant came over, a fake smile on her red lips.

"Would you like to make a purchase, Miss?"

"Just browsing," Buffy replied, flashing her a polite smile.

The assistant's insincere expression vanished, to be replaced by something less pleasant. "In that case, shoo!"

With an indignant huff, Buffy abruptly turned and collided into someone's chest.

She was instantly apologetic. "Gee, I'm sorry about that. I wasn't looking where I was going."

The man she'd bumped into had hold of her arm as if to steady her, and when Buffy looked up she was shocked to see the swarthy man who'd been watching her.

He leaned his face in close, saying in a gruff whisper, "I vant you to come vith me." His eyes flicked about the store, making sure that no one was watching them. "Come now. Do not make a fuss."

"Get off me!" Buffy yelped, trying to twist her arm out of his grip.

The man tightened his hold and jabbed something pointed into her side. Buffy froze. Was that a knife or a gun? She looked down and saw... a stick.

He was pressing a stick into her side. A stick?!

"Go away!" she yelled. "I don't know you! Dirty creep! Get away from me."

As she'd planned, her shouts drew attention to them. People were looking over, trying to work out who was shouting and why. Over at the glove counter, Joyce Summers peered between passing shoppers trying to see where her daughter had gotten to.

"I don't vant to use this here, but I vill," the swarthy man hissed. "Come vith me or I shall kill your mother."

"What you gonna do? Wave your twig at her?" Buffy tugged, trying to free her arm and, at the same time, the make-up sales assistant inadvertently came to her rescue.

"May I help you, Sir?" The counter assistant asked. She glared at Buffy as if it was her fault she'd been grabbed.

The question confused the swarthy man. "You vant to help me?"

"Hubert Von Kendrick!" The shout came from the back of the store, and he swung in the direction of the caller.

The moment Buffy felt Von Kendrick's hold slacken, she yanked her arm free and darted behind a nearby sales counter for safety. There was no sign of the assistant, Buffy wondered if she'd gone for the store manager to have her removed for being a trouble maker.

She was just about to dart out and make a run for her Mom when the swarthy man raised his twig. Buffy ducked out of sight. Peering through a gap between the counter, she watched Von Kendrick lift his stick and shout in a foreign language.

Bright blue light flashed from the end of the stick.

Instinctively, Buffy dropped onto the floor. On the far side of the store, a rack of evening shoes toppled over as Clogg deflected the hex.

Meanwhile, Alastor Moody had discreetly waved his wand and uttered the words, "Fumos Duo." Thick smoke began to billow out and drift around the store.

"FIRE!" Moody bellowed, knowing this was the safest and easiest way to clear an area of Muggles. "Fire! Possibly a bomb! Everyone needs to leave the building!"

Clogg hunkered down, A shield of blue light almost permanently around him as spell after spell came towards him. One ricocheted off the Auror's shield and hit a shop fitting with a loud bang. The display exploded, sending a shower of hats, glass shards, and wooden splinters flying through the air to hit all within range.

Around the store shoppers and staff screamed as some were hit by the flying debris, others simply out of fear. A stampede began, as shoppers and shop workers all charged for the exits. A fat man in a suit jostled Clogg and knocked him into the side of a counter. Clogg stumbled and was knocked yet again. A tiny granny carrying a long umbrella slammed it between the Auror's legs. Clogg, already unbalanced, fell awkwardly and landed heavily onto his arm.

The fall saved him. The Crucio curse Von Kendrick had cast missed him completely, but the woman who'd just ran past him wasn't as lucky. She took the brunt of the spell, falling to the floor, her body jerking as pain ripped through every nerve in her body. Her agonized screams creating hysteria in those jammed in the doorways as they desperately clawed at each other to escape.

A terrified elderly man and his pale wife hid behind the same counter as Buffy. Over by the glove counter, Joyce fought against the surging crowd, steadily being pushed further, and further away from her daughter.

"Buffy! Get out of here!" Joyce yelled, trying to elbow her way through the tide of people pushing past her.

Von Kendrick's wand whirled in her direction and Joyce fell back, knocking over a thin woman wearing tiny spectacles. The thin woman began crawling for the door on all fours. Joyce, her legs shaky, attempted to stand and was hit by another spell as she struggled to her feet. She fell once more, rolling behind the counter and out of Buffy's sight.

Von Kendrick's wand swirled in almost non-stop motion. Angry at the way the situation had escalated, he was not only shouting hexes at the two Aurors but at any Muggle who strayed into his path. Those he wasn't hexing he used for cover, casting from behind them and even using a Flipendo on an unlucky counter assistant who he sent flying at Moody. The young Auror had to jump to the side to avoid the woman's body colliding with him.

On the same aisle as Clogg, Von Kendrick's Incendio spell set a young child's clothing alight. The toddler's high-pitched screams and his mother's frantic cries as she tried to put out the fire with her hands only added to the hellish nightmare. Unwilling to watch an innocent child suffer, Clogg summoned water to put out the flames. The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes wouldn't thank him, it would mean yet another Muggle who needed Obliviating.

Buffy still hid behind her counter, she was coughing now and her eyes watering. The smell of burning human flesh filled the air. On the other side of the counter to her, the old man who'd taken shelter lay on the floor dying. He'd sent his wife to the door first, and although she'd made it out safely, he hadn't been as lucky. The spell Von Kendrick had hit him with had caused the left-hand side of his body to burn away almost to the bone. He stared at Buffy with cataract-grey eyes, his lips drawn back in agony as the light died in his eyes.

Buffy recoiled. It was the first time she'd seen someone die and she didn't think it wasn't something that she would ever forget. She didn't feel safe where she was, but how could she leave? The mad man, Von Kendrick, was too close. Her Mom had told her to get out, but there were bodies between her and the door and she was too scared to crawl over them.

She was also worried about her Mom. Joyce Summers had fallen behind the counter and Buffy hadn't seen her since. Was she injured or hiding until the police arrived? Buffy had no intention of leaving the store without her.

Brightly coloured lights continually flashed overhead, and three men were shouting in a foreign language at each other. Had Hitler invaded? Buffy has no idea how they'd gotten caught up in this - they'd only come in here to shop.

"Moody, get to the Ministry!" Clogg shouted at his partner.

Moody was apparating around the store, throwing spell after spell at the dark wizard from different directions, yet, so far, nothing had broken through Von Kendrick's defences.

Clogg's shout alerted Von Kendrick to Clogg's new hiding place, and the dark wizard sent a Reducto spell at the counter in front of him.

"Expelliarmus, Protego," Clogg cast both spells seamlessly. The first in vain hope of disarming the dark wizard and the other to shield Clogg from the next spell until he found another place to hide. With his broken arm cradled against him, he rolled away, biting back a cry of pain when he accidentally rolled onto his arm. He couldn't let Moody know he'd been injured. The boy was still a Gryffindor, he wouldn't want to leave an injured partner and go for help.

Moody unaware his partner was injured, cast another Fumosto to hide his departure and apparated away.

By now, the shop was virtually empty. Smoke hung in the air, the dead lay in heaps in the aisles, and the moans of the dying drifted around the store as Von Kendrick stalked the aisles hunting for Clogg.

Buffy saw Von Kendrick's distraction and used the opportunity to bolt across to her Mom. As she ran past the place where Moody apparated from, Von Kendrick saw the flash of a blonde head from the corner of his eye.

Assuming the young Auror was back again he shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

Green lightning crackled from his wand. The stream hit Buffy in the centre of her back, she twisted and slumped, lifeless, to the ground.

Von Kendrick swore. Turning, he caught sight of Clogg peeking from his hiding place. With a snarl, the dark wizard charged the remaining Auror. His wand swirling as curse after curse was sent at him. Clogg, already dizzy with pain from his arm, fought desperately to hold him off until help arrived.

Finally, Von Kendrick gained the upper hand as Clogg's wand was yanked away by an Expelliarmus that sent it flying into the far wall. The defenceless Auror knelt on the floor nursing his broken arm and looking horrified at his now empty wand hand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Clogg fell.

Hubert Von Kendrick, dark wizard and a favourite General of Gellert Grindelwald, moved quickly to where Buffy lay face down on the floor. Gently, he turned her over and pressed trembling fingers to her throat. Even as he checked for a pulse he knew that it was in vain. No one had ever survived the powerful killing curse, and his months of careful research had been wasted in one moment of battle rage.

Knowing there was nothing more to be done and that the British Aurors would be arriving at any moment, he placed Buffy's body back onto the floor and rose to his feet. There was only one thing he could do – bury the evidence and hope that no one would know the significance of Buffy Summers. He took out his wand and cast one final spell before apparating away.

Behind him, the ground rumbled and the walls began to collapse inward, burying the dead and dying lying within.

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