Key- "Blah" = dialogue
*blah* = thoughts
[blah] = Author's notes
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Buffy looked out over the assembled students, sizing them up. They looked about average. She'd have to go easy on them. "Alright. Since this is your first class, Professor O'Donerty and I are gonna give you all a demonstration. Tomorrow we'll start the actual classes. So, get out of the way, and watch."
The students moved to the back wall of the class. Buffy turned her back to Angel, who picked up two swords. And then, the fight started. Angel threw the sword at Buffy's back. The students gasped as she flipped around to catch it by the hilt. The fight was on.
Buffy and Angel moved around the room, with neither gaining the upper hand. Their deadly dance continued on, both secretly enjoying it. The students looked on in awe of their new professors. They were *good*!
After almost all of the class had been taken up, it started to go in favour of Angel. He managed to get Buffy's sword out of her hands; the students thought the fight was finally over. But then they saw the professors' faces. They were smiling. Angel's sword went directly at Buffy's face.
The students were amazed. They had expected Professor O'Donerty to stop the thrust, but between Professor Summers' hands was the blade of the sword, mere inches from her face. She pushed the sword back at Angel, and managed to phase him for a bit, getting her sword back. The fight was still going. Finally, they both came to a silent truce, and it finished.
Buffy looked at Angel. "It didn't work the first time, Angel."
"Just testing you."
"Don't."
Buffy and Angel turned to face the class. Most of the mouths were hanging open, and their eyes were the size of saucers.
"Well, that was your demonstration for swordplay. We'll try to teach you that stuff, but it does take a certain amount of skill before-hand. Even so, you should do well." Buffy told them all.
"And, I see we've taken up the whole class, so, you better get going," Angel finished.
The students filed out, each babbling noisily about how great that class would be.
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Divination class ended much like any other. Harry was going to die. He came out of the classroom and sighed in relief. It was over for today. Ron walked out beside him, and they made their way to the DADA classroom. They were all eager to see what the new Professor was like. If this class was anything like they thought Muggle Defence was going to be like, it would be good.
They entered the classroom and found it almost empty. Professor Smith was nowhere in sight. The only other person in the room was Hermione, seated right at the front.
"Hi Hermione." Ron addressed her.
"This is our perfect opportunity Ron!"
"What?" Harry asked her.
"Oh, for heaven's sake! You two can be so thick! This is perfect time to prove there's something up with Professor Smith!" the boys just stared at her. "Well, don't just stand there! Sit!" The two sat down with Ron beside Hermione, just as the rest of the students began to enter the classroom. The noise level was considerably high when Spike entered the classroom.
"Shut up!" he yelled. He smirked at the shocked looks on their faces. "No, I'm not like other teachers in the least." He looked at the time, and decided to start class a few minutes early. "Ok, if you're not here, say so." When nobody spoke, he started the class. "Ok then, well, our first unit will be trolls." Before he could get any farther, Malfoy came into the class. "You're late," Spike pointed out.
Malfoy checked the time. "No I'm not! I'm right on time! You just started class early!"
Spike glared daggers at Malfoy. "This class starts whenever I want it to start. I'll be here five minutes before each class is scheduled to start. I suggest you be here then too, if you don't want to be late. Five points from Slytherin for being late, and ten points for talking back." [AN- can you tell I don't like Draco? Wink!]
Malfoy sat down in his seat, completely peeved off. First, Professor Summers, and now Professor Smith! This was not going to be a fun year.
Spike started up the class again. "As I was saying, we will be researching trolls first. Our next unit will be Gods. We will then move on to other demons. Our last unit will be vampires. Part of this unit will be Slayers. Yes, Ms. Granger?" Hermione's hand was straight up in the air.
"Slayers aren't real."
"Yea." Draco chimed in. "They're a myth."
Spike glared at them. They would be trouble. "Five points off each of your houses for pure insolence!"
Hermione and Draco gaped. Hermione had never - NEVER - lost points in class before. It just didn't happen! And so far, Draco had lost 140 points in one day! From only two classes! This was *definitely* not going to be his year.
Professor Smith started the class again. "Is there any other objections to my teaching? No, good. Then let's get started. Ho, and if you're lucky, we might get a troll hammer in, but that depends on whether or not Professor Summers will let us use it."
"Professor Summers has a troll hammer?!" Hermione screeched.
"Yes. Now, open your books to page one-seventy-three and we'll get started."
The class went on, and Spike managed to extract the right amount of fear from each student before it was time for them to leave.
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Willow looked up as Dawn entered her room. "Ok Will, here's the homework. I still can't believe you're teaching me!"
Willow smiled at the young brunette in front of her. "Thanks Dawnie. Now, go have fun or something. You don't want to hang out with your sister's friends, do you?"
"Nope! I'm gonna explore the castle grounds or something. See ya later Will!"
Dawn left the room, bumping into Oz on her way out. "Oh, hi Oz! Bye Oz!"
"Later."
Dawn went out to the back of the castle and looked around. There was a small hut in the distance, and a field slightly closer. It looked like there was someone in the air. *probably flying on a broom* she thought to herself. *they're just proving that all the stereotypes are right.* she made her way to the field, wondering who it was.
Unbeknownst to Dawn, it was the Quidditch pitch, and it was Harry flying around on his broom. As Dawn got closer, she saw the messy black hair, and assumed it was Harry up there. She'd been told that he was really good at flying, and this guy was the best flyer she'd ever seen. Of course, he was the *only* flyer she'd ever seen... but, oh well. She stood by the pitch and watched as he flew around fast. He slowed down, and seemed to finish his flying, when he noticed her.
Harry flew down to meet Dawn. She had a wide grin on her face, that told him she had seen him flying for a while.
"Hey," was all she said.
"Um... hi," he answered back. "How long were you standing there?"
"Long enough. You're good. In fact, the best I've ever seen!"
"I'm sure I'm not *that* good."
"Oh, but you are. Between you and me, though, you're the *only* I've ever seen." Dawn winked.
Harry laughed. "Well then, I guess I am the best. So, why are you here?"
"Just exploring."
"Well then, let me show you around. You should come meet Hagrid! He' the keeper of key's and grounds here."
Dawn's head snapped up. "Keys?"
"Yea, you know, to locks."
"Right. Key's to locks. Which is what most of them are for. Locks. With keys. I'm babbling. Let's go see Hagrid."
Harry gave her a strange look before leading her to Hagrid's hut. Soon after he knocked on the door, it opened. Hagrid stood there, a broad smile on his face.
"Well hello there Harry. I was wonderin' when you'd come ta see me. Oh, and young miss Summers, how do y'do?"
"Just call me Dawn. And, uh, great... I guess. I was just looking around a bit when I found Harry here."
"Well, come in. But it's goin' ta have ter be a quick visit. Sun's goin' down soon."
"And I'll have to go see Buffy." Dawn mentioned as they came in.
"Right. Your sister. What's she teaching again?"
"Muggle Defence," Harry supplied. "With Professor O'Donerty."
"And how'd that go Harry?"
"Well, they put on an amazing sword fight. Those two are good!"
"Has yer sister been teachin' you Dawn?"
"Um... yea. But I'm not as good as her. She's been doing that stuff for years! And Angel, well, again, years." Dawn replied. "Many, many years," Dawn added under her breath.
"Oh, and Malfoy got one hundred and forty points away from him!" Harry quickly recounted the events that led up to Malfoy's points being taken away. Hagrid laughed loudly.
"That sounds like them alright. Which reminds me, I better get going to meet them. I've gotta train and stuff."
"Me too," Harry added. "Not training, but going. The sun's going down, and I already got caught last night." He groaned. "Bye Hagrid!"
"See ya!" Dawn called out, rushing out the door.
"Come back soon!" Hagrid replied.
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Buffy looked up as Dawn entered the room. She checked her watch. "You're late."
"One minute!" Dawn exclaimed.
"Hey, it's still late," Buffy replied, a grin on her face.
Dawn laughed. "So, what's the plan for tonight?"
"We go, we slay, we come back. Pretty basic."
"Anyone else coming?"
"Nope. Sister bonding time."
"Yes, and no other bonding activity can beat turning things to dust."
"Except maybe decapitating a demon."
"Or pounding a hell god with a troll hammer," Dawn suggested.
"Or grinding our enemies bones into powder with a sludge hammer."
"Ah, memories." Dawn sighed jokingly.
Buffy laughed. "Ok, let's get going! Forbidden Forest, here we come!"
The girls headed out, chatting loudly so the vamps would know where they were, and so they wouldn't have to hunt. It was a lazy night. Usually stake, and continue with the conversation. Some of them put up a fight, but not most.
"Man, is it me, or are the vamps not trying?" Dawn asked.
"I think it's just that you're used to Hellmouth vamps, Dawnie."
"Probably." Dawn conceded. "Are we done here, I was gonna go meet Spike."
Buffy eyed her sister. "I still can't believe you two. But yea we're done. Go have fun with your boyfriend."
"See ya Buff!"
Dawn ran off, and Buffy followed slowly. The night was over. All she had to do was gain the trust of Harry Potter. That prophecy sounded serious.
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