A/n: hey um I'm pretty sure it was Lisas-lil-angel who said I should make two stories. That's a good idea except that the main plot line goes along with Sami, Ana, Dawn, Giles, Matt, Frankie, Jesse, Greg, and Chris. Plus, I'm really busy with schoolwork, dance, my 2 MSN groups, and my other story (not Buffy). So sorry, it's not happening!

HELP!!!!! I need help! I have a question for some one, anyone! Please e-mail me to tell me you want to help because if I post my question here it might be obvious where I'm going with it and I don't want everyone to know! You must know about 5th/6th season Buffy (Dawn). Iekezhuladancinkuli@hotmail.com

Without further ado, Chapter 6…

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"I love the first day of school!" Hermione smiled happily as she, Harry, and Ron entered the Great Hall on the first day of term. Many students already crowded the hall and the sound of summer memories and clattering plates echoed off the stone walls and never-ending ceiling. The three took seats near the teacher's table in the front.

"So, any word from Si-Snuffles?" Ron asked. He piled sausages and eggs on his plate and dug in.

"Once. About middle of summer. He told me to keep him up to date every week but he wouldn't have time to answer all of them. I guess whatever Dumbledore's got him doing it pretty time consuming." Harry answered.

"Yeah, I wonder were he is and what he's doing." Ron said loudly.

"Shhh." Hermione warned. Fred and George were coming.

"Morning, fifth year schedules." Fred handed the three each a slip of parchment.

"Yes, Muggle Defense first thing…" Harry said looking down at his paper.

"…with the damn Slytherins." Ron added morosely.

"Ron," Hermione interjected, "don't swear please."

"Why the bloody hell not?" Ron turned coolly to Hermione.

"Be-because I don't like it. There are so-so many other words in the English language that could be u-used." Hermione stuttered.

"Well, I like these words. Stay off my back Hermione." He retorted. Hermione just huffed. Ron exchanged a what-the-hell-was-that-about look with Harry who shrugged. Hermione, meanwhile, sent her eyes elsewhere. A certain blond elsewhere. A certain blonde male teacher elsewhere.

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"Spike, do you have to drink that?" Buffy whispered annoyedly, staring at the golden goblet filled with blood.

"Sorry but am I hurting you somehow slayer?" Spike retorted.

"Spike, if one of the students heard I was the slayer…" Buffy snapped.

"What would happen?" Spike asked. He answered himself, "Absolutely nothing, that's what."

"That's not the point, we don't want the students to know." Buffy whispered in a more commanding voice. She noticed a ring.

"Nice ring Spike. Where'd you get it?" Buffy asked.

"Dumbledore. He gave it to me. It protects me from the sun."

Spike took another gulp from his goblet. Willow noticed a pair of eyes staring intently.

"Spike you have a fan." Willow joked and pointed to Hermione. Hermione went brick red and snapped her head toward her plate.

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Buffy sat in her empty classroom reviewing her lesson plan for the millionth time.

"Knock knock, Buffy?" a voice called from the back of the room. Buffy looked up hoping with all her soul for it to be a student, and found a certain redheaded friend.

"Will, what's up?" Buffy asked confused.

"We have time to kill before the students come." Willow walked in and stood in front of Buffy's desk. "Nervous?"

"What makes you say that?" Buffy asked. Willow pointed to the lesson plans scattered across the desk. "Oh, yeah, a little. Aren't you? I mean, these kids have magical powers, not that you don't."

"No, I'm not. I mean ever since I taught that computer class for Miss Calendar, I've always wanted to teach. I just can't believe they would let me interact with kids."

"Why wouldn't they?" Buffy interjected.

"Me trying to destroy the world? Ring a bell?" Willow asked.

"Oh, how are you holding up with the whole magic environment and the whole Tar…?" Buffy's voice flattered.

"I'm dealing. The magic here is different. It's good magic, no evil darkness like last time." Willow said. "Have you heard from Dawn or Giles or that new slayer?"

"No, I told her to owl me as soon as possible but things must be busy." Buffy replied.

Willow looked at her watch. "Oh I better go. Good luck Buffy."

"Thanks, I need it." Buffy laughed.

"You'll be fine, the kids will love you. I promise." Willow said reassuringly. She walked out as the students started filing in and taking their seats. Soon the room was full of fifteen-year-old students in black robes. Buffy had a crossbow laying out somewhere near the Slytherins and a wooden attack dummy in the center of the room. She turned around and stared out the window for a minute to collect her thoughts.

A still silence filled the room. Well almost everyone was still but a slight movement on the Slytherin side in the form of Malfoy. Hermione pointed it out to Harry who elbowed Ron. Ron turned in time to see Malfoy send a wooden stake arrow across the room with strangely accurate aim.

Buffy's slayer-trained ears picked up the sound of the arrow. She spun around and caught the arrow in one hand about two inches away from her nose.

A collective sigh of relief escaped the class. Buffy searched for the culprit.

"What's your name?" she asked the blonde haired boy who could have been a carbon copy of Spike, holding the crossbow.

"Draco Malfoy. Malfoy if you please." Malfoy smiled sarcastically. Buffy marched toward the boy. His eyes widened in shock.

"10 points from Slytherin and don't do that again." Buffy said and ripped the crossbow away in a rather violent manner. She walked back to her desk and placed the crossbow down.

"Welcome to your first year of Muggle Defense. I'm Professor Summers. I would highly recommend you pay attention while I'm instructing so no one will find themselves in the hospital wing." Buffy looked around the classroom. She noticed a hand shoot up.

"Yes, um, sorry I'm learning everyone's names." Buffy said in the direction of the boy.

"Seamus Finnigan. How did you do that? It was wicked cool." He said.

"I was trained. And thank you Mr. Finnigan." Buffy said. She saw another hand raise.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy." Buffy said a little exasperated.

"What do we need this class for?" Malfoy asked.

"In case there calls for a need to protect yourself with out a wand."

"When are we ever going to be with out a wand?"

"You never know."

"I heard you're a muggle, is that true?"

"Yes, now we must get on with our lesson." Buffy watched to the center of the room where the attack dummy was and the class waited with bated breath. Buffy started wailing on the dummy and ended by kicking one of the wooden arms clear to the doorway.

"Oops. Guess I just go carried away." Buffy laughed a bit and ran to pick up the wooden piece that now resembled the oh so familiar stake. "Now I don't expect any of you to be able to do this, well, ever really. I've been training for years now. Today you will learn simply to block and throw punches."

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a/n: what do you think? Well anyway, if you would please help me. I can't go on unless you help me. Peace!

Random quote

-"Slay-er? Chosen One. She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries? You're kidding. Ask around. Look it up: Slayer comma the."-Buffy

~*Julz*~