Title: Black As Midnight
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: HP/BTVS/ATS
Pairing: Willow/Oliver Wood, Dawn/Draco, others undetermined.
Disclaimer: Rowlings owns HP. Whedon owns BTVS.
Spoilers: Up to Season Seven for BTVS, but before Willow comes back. GOF for HP.
Summary: A new evil rises, transcending the line between Muggle and Wizarding Worlds, and forcing our heroes to join if they wish to survive.
Notes: This is an AU Season Seven fic.
1) Willow did not kill Warren, though Tara did die and she did go to England with Giles. Warren is dead for this fic, but I'm still working out how.
2) Fred and Gunn never dated in this fic.
Part Two
***Berlin, Germany***
The heavy music pounded through the club, heard even down the block. It was loud, very loud, and served a very evil purpose. With all that racket, who would hear the screams?
And she did scream. She screamed as loud as her lungs would let her. She screamed as she ran, turning the corner and onto the street of the club. Her heart swelled at the sight. There would be people there, with people she would be safe.
But she never made it to those people.
The blow came from behind, knocking her to the street. She fell forward, hands hitting the pavement. She felt her skin tear, on her palms and on her right knee. She was bleeding and now bruised. Hands were on her ankles, pulling her backwards, away from the people in the club.
But still she screamed. She kicked, she clawed, she swung wildly, and she screamed. But it did her no good whatsoever. Too many of them for her to fight, far too many.
She felt herself be lifted, being held upright by two of them. One stood in front of her. She stilled in her screaming, looking around her. She was in an alley. A deserted alley. There was no one to save her now.
Tears started rolling down her face at that. She made no pleas, gave no more screams, but she cried silently. They just laughed at her. The one in front grabbed her by the chin, forcing her eyes upward to look at him. She took in that foreboding white mask, knowing the sneer that was underneath. The man was smirking at her, smiling at her pain. She wanted to fight all over again, but she knew it would do no good.
He might have been saying something to her, but she heard none of it. The blood was roaring in her ears as she prepared herself for what was to come. She grit her teeth, refusing to back down from these men, refusing to shrink. She forced herself to stop crying, to stand with the courage her mentor had instilled in her.
He was shaking his head at her, as if in pity. She reared up, spitting in his face. A smile broke over her features at that. The man wiped away the spit, hand shaking with rage. She only laughed out loud, staring defiantly at the man in front of her. He backhanded her roughly, snapping her head to the side.
But she still smiled, she still laughed. She brought her head back to stare at him, fear overcoming her senses and making her giddy. Death was on the horizon for her and there was nothing left to be done. She lost her senses, sagging under the weight of her laughter. Those holding her were pulling on her arms roughly, trying to make her stand on her own again, but she was laughing too hard.
The flash of steel caught her eye, slowing her giggles. She saw the one in front brandish the knife. The blood on her lip was becoming ticklish, and it was a wonder that she could only focus on such a stupid thing at this time.
The knife came swinging downwards and she thought no more.
*****
***London, England***
Hermione Granger jolted awake, eyes opening to a fuzzy vision as she tried to get her bearings. She jumped when she felt a hand brush across her forehead. Her eyes went forward, blinking when she saw her mother.
"Mum?" she ventured slowly. Mrs. Granger smiled at her only daughter, though Hermione could see it was a bit strained.
"You fell asleep," her mother told her, hand reaching over the backseat to caress her daughter's cheek. "Are you all right? You looked a bit tense before. Did you have a bad dream?"
"I think," Hermione mumbled, eyes going out her window. She was startled to see that the car was parking outside the Leaky Cauldron. She must have slept the entire trip away. Odd, considering how well she slept the night before.
The brunette shook her head, running a hand through her formerly bushy hair. She had finally relented over the summer, allowing her mother to take her to a stylist. Her hair was now permanently straightened, falling to her shoulders in layers. Her friends would be shocked no doubt. And she had been looking forward to that. It would be fun to see how Ron and Harry would be thrown for a loop at her new look.
But now, she felt nothing but anxious. Her dream came back to her and she frowned. The sight of that pink haired girl, running from her captors. She wished she had gotten a better look at their faces, but she didn't. All she saw was black robes and white masks, leading her to believe that maybe the events of June were weighing heavily on her mind. She was seeing Death Eaters in her sleep now. It was almost laughable if she didn't feel so disturbed by it.
"Hermione?"
This time it was her dad calling her. She blinked, looking confusedly at her father, who had opened her door while she was off in her thoughts. Her mother was looking more concerned than before. Hermione managed a small smile for them before sliding out of the car.
"Maybe we should go with you to Diagon Alley," her dad ventured. Hermione just tossed her father a smile before shaking her head.
"I'm okay," she assured him. "I was just thinking about some stuff. You guys don't have to worry. Harry's in there waiting, and the Weasleys have probably made it by now. I'll be fine."
Her dad sighed, nodding before helping her lift her luggage from the trunk. She gave him a goodbye peck, hugging her mother through her open window before running into the pub with all her things.
Her parents watched her go, both wondering where this strange sense of foreboding had come from. Sighing again, her father sat himself back behind the wheel and started the car again.
"She'll be fine," he assured his wife immediately. She only sighed, turning to look out her window.
"I know."
*****
***Sunnydale, USA***
"And you're both having funny feeling?"
Dawn nodded at Xander Harris's question. The young man frowned, turning to Buffy.
"And what does the G-Man say?" he asked next. "Are we looking at funny dreams brought on by spicy Mexican foods, or portents? And please say Mexican food, I hate portents."
Buffy managed a wane smile for her friend, her resigned face answer enough for him. Xander sighed, hanging his head a bit.
"What are we looking at?" he wondered. "End of the world, enslavement of mankind, or whatever?"
"We don't know," Buffy answered with a shrug. "Giles wasn't all of the sharing. He just got off a few 'my words' and 'dear lords' without saying much else."
"There is that thing with Willow," Dawn jumped in. Xander immediately came to attention, eyes wide with fear.
"What about Willow?" he demanded. "Is she okay? What happened to-"
"Xander, calm down," Buffy ordered, placing her hands on his arms. She gave them a reassuring squeeze. "Willow is fine. Nothing happened to her."
"Then what is Dawn talking about?" Xander threw back at her. "Look, I know I get overly whacked with stuff concerning Willow, but you have to tell me."
"She's also having some feelings about it," Dawn supplied. Buffy nodded.
"Giles said she's actually gotten better because of it," the Slayer continued with a small smile. "Apparently, she ran all the way to his office and had a scuffle with his secretary until she got in to see him."
Xander felt a ghost of a smile curve his lips at that. He shook his head and took a deep breath.
"At least she's talking again," he laughed mirthlessly. "But I like this idea of feelings and portents less. What's going on?"
"I don't know," Buffy started, cutting herself off as the phone rang. She gave Xander a look before moving off to answer it. Dawn was quick to jump to his side, throwing her arms around him in a hug.
"It's bad Xander," the little girl mumbled. "I know you probably don't want to hear that, but I'm not lying about it. Something very bad is happening, and we all need to be on our guard."
Xander nodded, wrapping his own arms around the girl. He noticed the slight shaking of her body, cursing inwards at whatever was causing her such fear. There was this growing ball of nerves in his stomach, something he was sure they were all experiencing. This whole thing was weird and frightening.
"Um guys?"
Buffy's voice brought him out of his reverie. He turned to his friend, frowning at the slight paleness on her face.
"What now?" Dawn asked immediately. Buffy shook her head, eyes looking slighty far off.
"Angel called," she mumbled. "That girl who works with him, Fred. She's been getting the same kind of feelings too. They're really starting to scare her."
"That makes it four," Dawn whispered. "How many more are there? What the hell is going on?"
Xander hugged her tighter at the frantic tone in her voice. He looked at Buffy with his worry openly shining on his face. The blonde shrugged helplessly, turning back to the kitchen.
"I'm calling Giles again," she tossed over her shoulder. He nodded, leading the shaking Dawn over the couch. The teenager looked at him with a frown, curiosity on her face.
"Has anyone checked on Faith?"
*****
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: HP/BTVS/ATS
Pairing: Willow/Oliver Wood, Dawn/Draco, others undetermined.
Disclaimer: Rowlings owns HP. Whedon owns BTVS.
Spoilers: Up to Season Seven for BTVS, but before Willow comes back. GOF for HP.
Summary: A new evil rises, transcending the line between Muggle and Wizarding Worlds, and forcing our heroes to join if they wish to survive.
Notes: This is an AU Season Seven fic.
1) Willow did not kill Warren, though Tara did die and she did go to England with Giles. Warren is dead for this fic, but I'm still working out how.
2) Fred and Gunn never dated in this fic.
Part Two
***Berlin, Germany***
The heavy music pounded through the club, heard even down the block. It was loud, very loud, and served a very evil purpose. With all that racket, who would hear the screams?
And she did scream. She screamed as loud as her lungs would let her. She screamed as she ran, turning the corner and onto the street of the club. Her heart swelled at the sight. There would be people there, with people she would be safe.
But she never made it to those people.
The blow came from behind, knocking her to the street. She fell forward, hands hitting the pavement. She felt her skin tear, on her palms and on her right knee. She was bleeding and now bruised. Hands were on her ankles, pulling her backwards, away from the people in the club.
But still she screamed. She kicked, she clawed, she swung wildly, and she screamed. But it did her no good whatsoever. Too many of them for her to fight, far too many.
She felt herself be lifted, being held upright by two of them. One stood in front of her. She stilled in her screaming, looking around her. She was in an alley. A deserted alley. There was no one to save her now.
Tears started rolling down her face at that. She made no pleas, gave no more screams, but she cried silently. They just laughed at her. The one in front grabbed her by the chin, forcing her eyes upward to look at him. She took in that foreboding white mask, knowing the sneer that was underneath. The man was smirking at her, smiling at her pain. She wanted to fight all over again, but she knew it would do no good.
He might have been saying something to her, but she heard none of it. The blood was roaring in her ears as she prepared herself for what was to come. She grit her teeth, refusing to back down from these men, refusing to shrink. She forced herself to stop crying, to stand with the courage her mentor had instilled in her.
He was shaking his head at her, as if in pity. She reared up, spitting in his face. A smile broke over her features at that. The man wiped away the spit, hand shaking with rage. She only laughed out loud, staring defiantly at the man in front of her. He backhanded her roughly, snapping her head to the side.
But she still smiled, she still laughed. She brought her head back to stare at him, fear overcoming her senses and making her giddy. Death was on the horizon for her and there was nothing left to be done. She lost her senses, sagging under the weight of her laughter. Those holding her were pulling on her arms roughly, trying to make her stand on her own again, but she was laughing too hard.
The flash of steel caught her eye, slowing her giggles. She saw the one in front brandish the knife. The blood on her lip was becoming ticklish, and it was a wonder that she could only focus on such a stupid thing at this time.
The knife came swinging downwards and she thought no more.
*****
***London, England***
Hermione Granger jolted awake, eyes opening to a fuzzy vision as she tried to get her bearings. She jumped when she felt a hand brush across her forehead. Her eyes went forward, blinking when she saw her mother.
"Mum?" she ventured slowly. Mrs. Granger smiled at her only daughter, though Hermione could see it was a bit strained.
"You fell asleep," her mother told her, hand reaching over the backseat to caress her daughter's cheek. "Are you all right? You looked a bit tense before. Did you have a bad dream?"
"I think," Hermione mumbled, eyes going out her window. She was startled to see that the car was parking outside the Leaky Cauldron. She must have slept the entire trip away. Odd, considering how well she slept the night before.
The brunette shook her head, running a hand through her formerly bushy hair. She had finally relented over the summer, allowing her mother to take her to a stylist. Her hair was now permanently straightened, falling to her shoulders in layers. Her friends would be shocked no doubt. And she had been looking forward to that. It would be fun to see how Ron and Harry would be thrown for a loop at her new look.
But now, she felt nothing but anxious. Her dream came back to her and she frowned. The sight of that pink haired girl, running from her captors. She wished she had gotten a better look at their faces, but she didn't. All she saw was black robes and white masks, leading her to believe that maybe the events of June were weighing heavily on her mind. She was seeing Death Eaters in her sleep now. It was almost laughable if she didn't feel so disturbed by it.
"Hermione?"
This time it was her dad calling her. She blinked, looking confusedly at her father, who had opened her door while she was off in her thoughts. Her mother was looking more concerned than before. Hermione managed a small smile for them before sliding out of the car.
"Maybe we should go with you to Diagon Alley," her dad ventured. Hermione just tossed her father a smile before shaking her head.
"I'm okay," she assured him. "I was just thinking about some stuff. You guys don't have to worry. Harry's in there waiting, and the Weasleys have probably made it by now. I'll be fine."
Her dad sighed, nodding before helping her lift her luggage from the trunk. She gave him a goodbye peck, hugging her mother through her open window before running into the pub with all her things.
Her parents watched her go, both wondering where this strange sense of foreboding had come from. Sighing again, her father sat himself back behind the wheel and started the car again.
"She'll be fine," he assured his wife immediately. She only sighed, turning to look out her window.
"I know."
*****
***Sunnydale, USA***
"And you're both having funny feeling?"
Dawn nodded at Xander Harris's question. The young man frowned, turning to Buffy.
"And what does the G-Man say?" he asked next. "Are we looking at funny dreams brought on by spicy Mexican foods, or portents? And please say Mexican food, I hate portents."
Buffy managed a wane smile for her friend, her resigned face answer enough for him. Xander sighed, hanging his head a bit.
"What are we looking at?" he wondered. "End of the world, enslavement of mankind, or whatever?"
"We don't know," Buffy answered with a shrug. "Giles wasn't all of the sharing. He just got off a few 'my words' and 'dear lords' without saying much else."
"There is that thing with Willow," Dawn jumped in. Xander immediately came to attention, eyes wide with fear.
"What about Willow?" he demanded. "Is she okay? What happened to-"
"Xander, calm down," Buffy ordered, placing her hands on his arms. She gave them a reassuring squeeze. "Willow is fine. Nothing happened to her."
"Then what is Dawn talking about?" Xander threw back at her. "Look, I know I get overly whacked with stuff concerning Willow, but you have to tell me."
"She's also having some feelings about it," Dawn supplied. Buffy nodded.
"Giles said she's actually gotten better because of it," the Slayer continued with a small smile. "Apparently, she ran all the way to his office and had a scuffle with his secretary until she got in to see him."
Xander felt a ghost of a smile curve his lips at that. He shook his head and took a deep breath.
"At least she's talking again," he laughed mirthlessly. "But I like this idea of feelings and portents less. What's going on?"
"I don't know," Buffy started, cutting herself off as the phone rang. She gave Xander a look before moving off to answer it. Dawn was quick to jump to his side, throwing her arms around him in a hug.
"It's bad Xander," the little girl mumbled. "I know you probably don't want to hear that, but I'm not lying about it. Something very bad is happening, and we all need to be on our guard."
Xander nodded, wrapping his own arms around the girl. He noticed the slight shaking of her body, cursing inwards at whatever was causing her such fear. There was this growing ball of nerves in his stomach, something he was sure they were all experiencing. This whole thing was weird and frightening.
"Um guys?"
Buffy's voice brought him out of his reverie. He turned to his friend, frowning at the slight paleness on her face.
"What now?" Dawn asked immediately. Buffy shook her head, eyes looking slighty far off.
"Angel called," she mumbled. "That girl who works with him, Fred. She's been getting the same kind of feelings too. They're really starting to scare her."
"That makes it four," Dawn whispered. "How many more are there? What the hell is going on?"
Xander hugged her tighter at the frantic tone in her voice. He looked at Buffy with his worry openly shining on his face. The blonde shrugged helplessly, turning back to the kitchen.
"I'm calling Giles again," she tossed over her shoulder. He nodded, leading the shaking Dawn over the couch. The teenager looked at him with a frown, curiosity on her face.
"Has anyone checked on Faith?"
*****