Key- "Blah" = dialogue
*blah* = thoughts
[blah] = Author's notes
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Giles looked up as Buffy, Angel and Spike rushed into his room.
"Spike! What took you so bloody long?!"
"Slayer here had some students in. Seems they just couldn't wait to get detention."
Giles sighed. "I trust you received the message?"
"Not before Spike told everyone I was the Slayer!"
"Spike!"
"I didn't mean to! I didn't know they were there! Besides, it's not like they believed me anyways! Whole bloody lot thought the Slayer was a hoax!"
"Lucky for you," Angel grumbled.
"Can you all please cease and desist!" Giles snapped. The room went quiet. "Thank you. Now, I believe I called you here to talk about the prophecy."
"What's it say?"
"Well, the general idea is that Harry Potter will, will fight a great evil, Lord Voldemort."
"Is that it?"
"Well, the translation was "unto the Lily and her mate, a child will be born. He alone will have the power to defeat the Unnamed. He will fight, guided by the Light and Night, and with the aid of those he holds dear. Be his heart pure, he will be victorious."
"I don't see how it concerns us any." Buffy mentioned.
"Well, I believe 'Light' and 'Night' refers to you and Angel, the warriors of the Light and the Night."
"Ah. Getting it now."
"The Unnamed, does it mean Voldemort?" Angel inquired.
"I believe so. And the Lily and her mate would be Lily and James Potter."
"So, we help the kid, avert an apocalypse, and go home happy? Hmmm... a day in the life of Buffy Summers." Buffy drawled. "And I thought it would be serious."
"Buffy, I am aware that this is an ordinary task for you, but this is new to young Harry."
"Like hell it is!" Spike exclaimed. "That kid's got something trying to kill him every bloody year since he came to this sodding castle!"
"Really?" Buffy asked, interested. "Well then, I guess I can relate to him. So, when are we going to tell him about the prophecy?"
"We wont. Not until he's comfortable with you all. I only hope that it wont be too late by then."
"Oh, that's encouraging!" Spike said sarcastically.
"Shut up Spike," Angel growled.
Giles glared. "I suggest you all get some sleep. The first day of class is tomorrow."
"Ugh. And I thought I finished school. Does the torture never stop?!" Buffy looked around the room. "And, I'm suddenly thinking that torture is not a good subject to bring up around you three. Ok, bed."
She left the room after a quick goodnight to Giles and Spike (extra quick for Spike!), followed by Angel. Spike left after them, and Giles settled down in his bed, truly happy for his Slayer. Happy for his daughter, because that's what she was to him. Perhaps not in blood, but in spirit, and that's what mattered.
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Harry woke at about five in the morning. He couldn't help but think about the new professors. Hermione was right, there was something off about them, but it didn't unnerve him like it did her. In fact, strange as it might sound, it comforted him. And, the young girl, Dawn, she put him at ease. All of these strangers made him feel safe, and almost like he wasn't the only strange person around. He felt a strong connection to both the Summers girls, and he didn't know what to think about it. With such thoughts flitting about in his head, he slowly drifted back to a dreamless sleep.
Harry awoke at seven next, and dragged himself out of bed, slowly getting ready for classes. He couldn't wait for muggle defence, as he was eager to have a new class. He deliberately dawdled, knowing he had time to kill before he had to be in the great hall. After a while, and once everyone else was up, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to the great hall for breakfast, and to look at their schedules.
"Ugh," Harry started, "potions with Slytherins, first period. But, hey, we've got muggle defence after that!"
"Oh, but look what's next, Divination with Trelawnly," Ron grumbled. "I wonder if she's still on that death hitch."
"Most likely," Hermione stated. "She didn't give up last year. I just hope I don't ever have to take that again."
"I don't know why I signed up for it," Harry conceded.
"Me neither," Ron followed.
"And then there's Defence against the Dark Arts, with Professor Smith." Hermione said. "I wonder if he'll last longer than the others." She pondered.
"Doubtful. Looked like he just graduated himself!" Ron chided. "Dumbledore *must* be getting desperate!"
"Well, we better get going then. Won't do to be late in Snape's first class. He hates us enough as it is." Harry sighed. The trio started off down the corridors.
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The trio emerged from Potions with frowns on their faces. Snape had his knickers in a twist today, that much was certain. It seemed he was even more upset than before to miss out on the DADA job. It truly irked him that one so young as Professor Smith would get the job, or so it seemed. Unbeknownst to the trio, he was truly irked because a *vampire* had gotten the job!
They made their way to the Muggle Defence class, also a double with Slytherin. They entered the classroom first, and found Professor Summers sitting with her back to them, cross-legged on the floor. They kept quiet, not wanting to disturb her. Directly behind her was an array of weapons. Swords, crossbows, wooden poles, and the like. Anything that anyone could imagine, it was there. Professor O'Donerty was seated beside her in the same fashion. As the room started to pile up with students, the noise level amazingly stayed the same. There was something about the two in front of them that had the students on edge. Malfoy entered the room, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. Even *they* were quiet! However, Malfoy saw the crossbow. He quietly stopped down, and picked it up without a sound.
"Look Harry," Hermione whispered, barely audible, "Malfoy's got the crossbow!"
"Mr. Malfoy," Professor O'Donerty's voice rang through the classroom, piercing the silence. "Would you kindly place the crossbow down." he hadn't even looked at them, his back was still turned. How did he know?
Malfoy aimed the crossbow carefully so that it would graze the top of Professor Summers' head. He pulled the trigger, and the shot zoomed forward. That's when it happened. The class suddenly realized why this slight girl had gotten this position.
Only her arm moved. The rest of her was the same as before. But, clutched in her hand, was the shot. It was about two feet above her head, and way more to the side than he wanted. Malfoy gaped. Nobody should have been able to catch that, let alone a girl like her! She hadn't even looked at him. How did she even know the shot was coming! For God's sake, she was a mud-blood!
"H-how?!" he stuttered.
Professor Summers rose slowly, and turned around to face him. "If you pay *very* close attention in this class, and have the right potential, you can do that too." She started to walk away, but turned around, grabbed the crossbow, and added, "oh, and I believe my husband told you to put that down." At the word 'husband' all the girls' faces fell. They all brightened at the next sentence though (well, the Gryffindor's anyway!) "Fifty points from Slytherin for not listening, and fifty points *more* from Slytherin for firing at a professor." The Professor thought for a bit, before continuing, "And ten points on top of that for crappy aim!"
Malfoy just stared. In one move, he had lost 110 points! "You can't take points off for aim!"
Professor Summers walked slowly over too him. Her voice came out icy and hard. "This class if for learning things like that. I can take points off for whatever I want. I'm the Professor, not you. And unless you can beat me in a sparring match, it'll stay that way." She turned and walked off, but called back over her shoulder. "Oh, and ten more points for talking back."
The Gryffindors' faces all split into wide grins. Not only had Professor Summers taken away 120 points from Slytherin, but she had taken them from *Malfoy*! Thus securing her place as their favourite teacher ever.
This class was going to be interesting.
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