TITLE: The Goddess Must Be Crazy.. Who Are We Kidding? She Is.

AUTHOR: Silence

DISCLAIMER: Joss, Fox, UPN and whoever own all things Buffy. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and what not. Allison Warren is all mine. Imp 13 belongs to Weirdbard.

SPOILERS: General warning for everything

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Part 2: 13 Is A Lucky Number

Harry Potter entered the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom with a concerned look. "What's going on?"

Potter was known as "The Boy Who Lived" and "He Who Defeated You Know Who". He had been through almost as much, if not more, then Buffy Summers in his teenage life at Hogwarts. Of course he couldn't really compare since he didn't even know who she was. But that was neither here nor there. Or something like that. Not to mention he wasn't the teenager he used to be. He was twenty, going on twenty-one now, and teaching at his Alma matter. It was either that or work at the Ministry of Magic, and with Hermione Granger as his boss, best friend or not, it could get messy.

He still looked very much the same as he used to, with his messy dark hair, the wire framed glasses that a pair of emerald green eyes lurked behind, and his little lightning bolt scar on his forehead. At least he thought he looked the same. The girls who went to school at Hogwarts now, tended to sigh over him as Hermione once did over Gilderoy Lockheart.

Of course, Harry was oblivious to that. But it mattered not, now that school was out for the summer break.

At the moment, Harry was looking concerned because, as he walked the halls of Hogwarts, he noticed a large amount of smoke wafting out of the DADA room. To his shock, he didn't find one of his fellow instructors.. But a child. The child was about four feet tall with a shock of red hair visible from behind the smoke. The child turned around and coughed, even as it waved a hand to move smoke away from it's person.

Pulling out his wand, Harry pointed it to the room. "Aboriscifumus! " The smoke vanished and Harry realized he wasn't staring at a child at all. It looked like an imp…

It had red skin, a pair of horns on it's head, and a small pair of wings on it's back. It wore a light green toga, small black wristbands with spikes on them.. And a pair of fishnet stockings.

The imp coughed and gave a wave. "Hey." The voice was very distinctively male and was filled with mischief. "Anyone tell you smoke is bad for you?"

Harry blinked. "Ahem. Yes, well, I wasn't the one who started a fire."

"Who said there was a fire? Maybe it was just a smoke bomb from an angry mob of women from a small town on an island located on a nexus of realities." The imp smirked and hopped onto a table. "Ever think of that? Huh?"

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Harry asked, getting straight to the point.

"Imp 13." He swung his legs back and forth. "I think you're too young to know the what. Got any beer around here?"

"This is a school, not a pub."

13 looked confused. "So? Bard's school has beer. You can always trust Pierson to have the good stuff too. Come on, any hidden stashes somewhere?"

"No, I'm sorry." Harry said, getting slightly impatient. "How did you get here? The wards should-"

"Wards?" 13's wings flapped, "Why does a school need wards? Where am I anyway?"

"You don't know where you are?"

"No. My first priority was getting the hell out of dodge." 13 lowered his voice, "You'd run too if you saw those women. You make one video and they want to burn you at the stake.."

"You're at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft & Wizardry."

13 nodded. "Okay.. You haven't seen a girl with blue hair in pigtails have you?"

"No.. why?"

"Good." 13 sighed in relief. "Then I'm safe."