Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, although Jesus knows I wish I did.
The books and characters belong to the Goddess of Life JK Rowling. I do
not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, although Jesus also knows I wish I did.
The show and characters belong to the God of Genius, Joss Whedon. I do not
own Charmed, although Jesus knows I wish I was. The show and characters
belong to the Goddess of Creativity, Constance M. Burge.
Rating: I really don't care for ratings...they just seem a little stupid...no a lot stupid. If we weren't all mature young adults, we wouldn't be on the internet in the first place! But if I had to, I'd have to say R for future language, angst-y chapters and a possibility of mild sexuality. So there ya go...if you don't you can take it...don't read it.
~*~Buffy: alternate end to season six
~*~Charmed: before The Source is vanquished
~*~Harry Potter: post OotP
Summary: Evil Willows pain and rage can be felt world wide. Voldemort summons her to him and they then join forces. Soon after, The Source joins with them and they agree to rule the underworld together. The world of Harry Potter, The world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and The world of the Charmed Ones must unite together to stop these forces of evil before the entire world is turned over to the Forces of Dark.
*** For the sake of everything, all the worlds will be on Buffy time. Roughly June 2002, so that Hogwarts is out of session at that time. Buffy gets slowed down a few months (around the time season six ended), Charmed gets sped up a couple of years (the beginning of season four) and Harry Potter gets sped up from 1996 to June 2002 ***
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Also, I got the name for the story from the Charmed episode, "The Day the Magic Died". For all those Charmed buffs, that's the episode where Wyatt is born. I just thought that title would be fitting, since everyone in every world is recovering from a magic(k)al death, whether it was the relationship that was magic(k)al, or the person who was lost was magic(k)al. Tara-Willow: their magic was lost forever, Sirius-Harry: the father-son bond was once again lost for Harry, and Prue-Piper and Phoebe: the bond of sisterhood was lost.
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This first chapter came out very depressing in my eyes. If angst isn't really your scene...im sorry, but some of the things in this chapter will come into play later on in the story. This chapter and the two after it will just be catch up on one specific world; with emphasis on Harry in this chapter, Willow on the next one, and possibly Phoebe and Piper in the third. After that, anything's up for grabs since I haven't written it all yet! I hope you enjoy... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Day the Magic Died
Chapter One
Grieving
~*~Harry Potter, Privet Drive~*~
Harry Potter sat on his bed in the little square room his aunt and uncle had allowed him to stay in. He sat in silence. The silence was so loud; he had to make noise to stop himself from going deaf. He just started tapping his feet, but he hadn't known when he started rocking back and forth.
He picked up his wand, asking himself if he should use it. He started to think of everything. Ron and Hermione, Dumbledore, Voldemort and Bellatrix...Sirius. Suddenly, red and gold sparks flew from his wand.
Harry snapped out of his trance, Sirius' face flew from his mind. He threw his wand down and jumped from the bed. Harry ran his hand through his hair and as he did, he looked at his trunk. He hadn't unpacked it since coming back to Privet Drive, only occasionally opening it to take out various items or clothes. He knelt down in front of it.
Harry began to pick everything out of it, throwing everything across his room. After everything had been thrown out, he saw it. There it was, lying in pieces in the bottom of his trunk. Harry began to search around for the biggest piece he could find. Finally, he found it. Harry pocketed his wand and headed out of his room.
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Harry was down the stairs and heading for the door when...
"And where do you think you're going?"
Such hatred and anger rose in Harry that, were he holding his wand, sparks wouldn't be the only thing flying out of it.
"Dudley," Harry said, trying to swallow the anger until he was outside, "If you know what's good for you, you'll get the hell outta my way."
"Empty threats," Dudley whispered. "MUM!! DAD!! Harry's trying to leave!"
The floor began to creak and even the walls shook as Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came bustling into the room.
"What is the meaning of this?! I was just watching t...AHH!!" Uncle Vernon jumped and ushered Aunt Petunia behind him.
Harry had taken out his wand and pointed it at his aunt and uncle.
"Im going to go outside and you're not going to stop me," Harry said surprisingly calm. He glared at Uncle Vernon and to his surprise, his uncle simply nodded. As Harry lowered his wand, the same red and gold sparks shot out of his wand again, which made Aunt Petunia and Dudley scream. Harry, who took no notice of this, turned around, pushed Dudley out of his way and left the house.
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Harry just walked. To where, he had no idea yet. All he could think about was his anger. His anger towards his family, towards Voldemort...towards Sirius.
"What am I doing?" Harry asked himself. "How can I be mad at Si...him." Harry couldn't bring himself to say his name.
"Siri...Sir...Siriu...S...S-Sirius!" Harry yelled. He stopped walking and turned his head to see he was standing right next to his favorite bench, the one he always sat at. It was some what secluded from the community, though on rare occasions, Harry had seen people walk by it. His feet had naturally taken him there.
Harry sat down and suddenly, he felt the tears well up in his eyes. It was the first time he had cried about Sirius. He couldn't believe he was crying at all. He raised his head and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Harry felt his pocket to see if the shard was still there. When it still was, he pulled it out of his pocket. He stared at the mirror. He stared at it as if he was trying to break it with his mind.
"I have to try again," he said out loud to himself. "I have to. What if he's still waiting for me?"
He imagined hearing his godfather's voice saying to him...
"This is a two way mirror. I've got the other if ever need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions."
Sirius' voice faded from Harry's mind as another tear rolled down Harry's cheek and onto his neck.
"S...S-Sirius?" Harry whispered. "S-Sirius? Sirius. Sirius Black. Sirius!" Harry began to yell into the open dead space. "Why'd you have to die?! Huh?! You could have taken her!" Harry yelled up at the sky.
The sun had just set, but the afterglow was still there. If he hadn't been there to yell at Sirius, he would have thought it was beautiful; orange with a hint of pink. In the moment he stopped yelling, he thought of Hermione. He remembered her telling him one time that she loved sunsets.
And in that instant, Harry had forgotten why he had gone out there. Thinking of Hermione made him of Ron. Ron made him think of Fred and George. Fred and George made him think of Hogwarts.
"I can't wait to see all my friends again," Harry thought as he stared at the sky which was now fading from orange to deep blue.
"I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts now that Umbridge is gone," Harry thought. "I can't wait to see Ron and Hermione and talk to Sirius again."
"Oh, my God," Harry said. He ran his hand through his hair again and tugged hard on it.
"How could I forget that?" He groaned, mentally kicking himself in the ass. "How stupid am I? How could I forget that he died? How could I forget that he...left me?"
Harry laid his head in his hands and began to sob into them. He ran the words he just said in his mind over again.
"How stupid am I? How could I forget that he died? How could I forget that he...left me?"
Anger welled up in Harry. He raised his head and looked up at the sky.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" Harry yelled up at the Heavens. "Why?! Why'd you leave me?! You weren't supposed to die!!" Harry yelled at the sky. He was breathing hard, his face was tear-stained, and he had his fists clenched tight together. He glanced down towards his right hand and opened it up. He had a small cut right in the middle of it. Blood seeped out as he took the shard out of his hand.
He looked at his hand with a confused daze. He saw the cut, but he couldn't feel the pain. He willed himself to feel the pain. He wanted to feel it, at least that meant he was alive. But he was too numb, too disconnected from himself to feel anything physical.
Then, he directed his attention to the mirror again.
"Why'd you leave me all alone?" Harry waited and waited for an answer, but he waited in vain.
"Aren't you gonna answer me!?!" Harry yelled up at the black sky.
Nothing. No answer, nothing. All he could see was one star, one star in all the sky and it was as if it was put there just for him.
He sat on the park bench in silence, looking at his star. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks for what seemed like an eternity. Then eternity stopped and, eventually, with it, so did the tears.
Harry had no idea how long he sat there. It was almost as if he blacked out. He couldn't recall his thoughts or, if any, actions. But he didn't care. He wished he could pass all his time like that. For the first time, he couldn't remember having that pain above his heart. He supposed it was the hole in his heart that Sirius had filled; that had since emptied again since his death.
After that, he tried not to think of Sirius. Again, Hermione's face popped in his head. She was smiling. Then Ron showed. Harry closed his eyes and he was back in his world, the world to which he belonged. It was amazing. Harry could actually feel Ron's hand on his back. Ron was talking to him!
"Hey? Son?"
"'Son?'" Ron would never say that. Harry opened his eyes and saw a man. The stranger had his hand on Harry's back.
"Are you alright?" The man asked.
"Oh, yeah. I was just thinking...about something." Harry's voice was hoarse from all the yelling he had done.
"Oh, well, it's very late out," the stranger said as he checked his watch, "nearly half past ten. Does your family know you're out here?"
"My family......." Harry trailed off. He really couldn't care less about the Dursley's right now.
Harry stood up so he could at least see who he was talking to, for the mans face had been silhouetted in the darkness.
When Harry stood up, he looked the man in the face. The stranger looked back for a second and then smiled. Harry figured he could be trusted. He seemed to be an ordinary Muggle man, since he didn't explode at the sight of Harry's scar.
The man looked old, but not too old, maybe mid-40's. He was tall, somewhat built. He wore glasses and, clearly from his accent, was from England. Harry imagined that, were his father alive, James might look a little like this man.
"Well," the man started before clearing his throat, "I really must be off. I just wanted to stop and make sure you were alright."
"Wow," Harry thought, "I've never known Muggles to be this kind, least of all, to me."
"Um, yeah, thanks. I'll make sure to get home right away, sir," Harry told the stranger.
The man gave Harry another pat on the back and a friendly smile.
"Ok," the man said. He turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the Dursleys house. Harry watched as he walked out of view. But just before the man turned the corner, Harry whispered, much to his own surprise, "Dad."
Harry dropped his head and gave a heavy, painful sigh.
And then, he began to walk. He didn't want to go to the Dursleys, but he knew he had to. As e walked he tried to clear his mind, as he had done so often during second term for his Occlumency lessons.
He passed the time by kicking rocks along that he had found by the side of the road and on the sidewalks.
He sighed again. Eternity had come back to him. He walked and walked and walked...
And then, he stopped. He pulled his head up and saw right in front of him "4 Privet Drive."
Harry opened the door and was surprised that they hadn't locked him out. As he closed the door, he looked straight ahead; the kitchen.
"No," Harry thought, "I just wanna pass out."
Harry dragged himself up the stairs and to his room. He entered the room and closed the door. He began to examine his room. His bed, his closet, his desk. As he looked at all his Muggle things, he desperately wanted to be back in the wizarding world again.
Harry threw himself on his bed, not even bothering to change his clothes or take off his glasses. He closed his eyes and fatigue washed over him. Dreams came and went. All either about Hogwarts or The Burrow, the only place that ever felt like a real home with a real family to him.
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Harry awoke the next morning with his glasses still on. He wished he could have stayed asleep; his dream was good, even better than his real life. But remembered Dumbledore telling him in his first year, "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that."
Just then, he was startled out of his thoughts by the ruffling of feathers in his window. The owl dropped the letter on his desk and rook off again.
Harry reached over for the letter and saw that the letter was from Dumbledore...
TBC
Ok, so that's chapter one. I hope you liked it.I had a lot of fun writing it since it's the first time I have ever written a fan fic that didn't center around Ron and Hermione. Next chapter.Willow and her thoughts on Tara's death.
Rating: I really don't care for ratings...they just seem a little stupid...no a lot stupid. If we weren't all mature young adults, we wouldn't be on the internet in the first place! But if I had to, I'd have to say R for future language, angst-y chapters and a possibility of mild sexuality. So there ya go...if you don't you can take it...don't read it.
~*~Buffy: alternate end to season six
~*~Charmed: before The Source is vanquished
~*~Harry Potter: post OotP
Summary: Evil Willows pain and rage can be felt world wide. Voldemort summons her to him and they then join forces. Soon after, The Source joins with them and they agree to rule the underworld together. The world of Harry Potter, The world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and The world of the Charmed Ones must unite together to stop these forces of evil before the entire world is turned over to the Forces of Dark.
*** For the sake of everything, all the worlds will be on Buffy time. Roughly June 2002, so that Hogwarts is out of session at that time. Buffy gets slowed down a few months (around the time season six ended), Charmed gets sped up a couple of years (the beginning of season four) and Harry Potter gets sped up from 1996 to June 2002 ***
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Also, I got the name for the story from the Charmed episode, "The Day the Magic Died". For all those Charmed buffs, that's the episode where Wyatt is born. I just thought that title would be fitting, since everyone in every world is recovering from a magic(k)al death, whether it was the relationship that was magic(k)al, or the person who was lost was magic(k)al. Tara-Willow: their magic was lost forever, Sirius-Harry: the father-son bond was once again lost for Harry, and Prue-Piper and Phoebe: the bond of sisterhood was lost.
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This first chapter came out very depressing in my eyes. If angst isn't really your scene...im sorry, but some of the things in this chapter will come into play later on in the story. This chapter and the two after it will just be catch up on one specific world; with emphasis on Harry in this chapter, Willow on the next one, and possibly Phoebe and Piper in the third. After that, anything's up for grabs since I haven't written it all yet! I hope you enjoy... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Day the Magic Died
Chapter One
Grieving
~*~Harry Potter, Privet Drive~*~
Harry Potter sat on his bed in the little square room his aunt and uncle had allowed him to stay in. He sat in silence. The silence was so loud; he had to make noise to stop himself from going deaf. He just started tapping his feet, but he hadn't known when he started rocking back and forth.
He picked up his wand, asking himself if he should use it. He started to think of everything. Ron and Hermione, Dumbledore, Voldemort and Bellatrix...Sirius. Suddenly, red and gold sparks flew from his wand.
Harry snapped out of his trance, Sirius' face flew from his mind. He threw his wand down and jumped from the bed. Harry ran his hand through his hair and as he did, he looked at his trunk. He hadn't unpacked it since coming back to Privet Drive, only occasionally opening it to take out various items or clothes. He knelt down in front of it.
Harry began to pick everything out of it, throwing everything across his room. After everything had been thrown out, he saw it. There it was, lying in pieces in the bottom of his trunk. Harry began to search around for the biggest piece he could find. Finally, he found it. Harry pocketed his wand and headed out of his room.
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Harry was down the stairs and heading for the door when...
"And where do you think you're going?"
Such hatred and anger rose in Harry that, were he holding his wand, sparks wouldn't be the only thing flying out of it.
"Dudley," Harry said, trying to swallow the anger until he was outside, "If you know what's good for you, you'll get the hell outta my way."
"Empty threats," Dudley whispered. "MUM!! DAD!! Harry's trying to leave!"
The floor began to creak and even the walls shook as Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came bustling into the room.
"What is the meaning of this?! I was just watching t...AHH!!" Uncle Vernon jumped and ushered Aunt Petunia behind him.
Harry had taken out his wand and pointed it at his aunt and uncle.
"Im going to go outside and you're not going to stop me," Harry said surprisingly calm. He glared at Uncle Vernon and to his surprise, his uncle simply nodded. As Harry lowered his wand, the same red and gold sparks shot out of his wand again, which made Aunt Petunia and Dudley scream. Harry, who took no notice of this, turned around, pushed Dudley out of his way and left the house.
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Harry just walked. To where, he had no idea yet. All he could think about was his anger. His anger towards his family, towards Voldemort...towards Sirius.
"What am I doing?" Harry asked himself. "How can I be mad at Si...him." Harry couldn't bring himself to say his name.
"Siri...Sir...Siriu...S...S-Sirius!" Harry yelled. He stopped walking and turned his head to see he was standing right next to his favorite bench, the one he always sat at. It was some what secluded from the community, though on rare occasions, Harry had seen people walk by it. His feet had naturally taken him there.
Harry sat down and suddenly, he felt the tears well up in his eyes. It was the first time he had cried about Sirius. He couldn't believe he was crying at all. He raised his head and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Harry felt his pocket to see if the shard was still there. When it still was, he pulled it out of his pocket. He stared at the mirror. He stared at it as if he was trying to break it with his mind.
"I have to try again," he said out loud to himself. "I have to. What if he's still waiting for me?"
He imagined hearing his godfather's voice saying to him...
"This is a two way mirror. I've got the other if ever need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions."
Sirius' voice faded from Harry's mind as another tear rolled down Harry's cheek and onto his neck.
"S...S-Sirius?" Harry whispered. "S-Sirius? Sirius. Sirius Black. Sirius!" Harry began to yell into the open dead space. "Why'd you have to die?! Huh?! You could have taken her!" Harry yelled up at the sky.
The sun had just set, but the afterglow was still there. If he hadn't been there to yell at Sirius, he would have thought it was beautiful; orange with a hint of pink. In the moment he stopped yelling, he thought of Hermione. He remembered her telling him one time that she loved sunsets.
And in that instant, Harry had forgotten why he had gone out there. Thinking of Hermione made him of Ron. Ron made him think of Fred and George. Fred and George made him think of Hogwarts.
"I can't wait to see all my friends again," Harry thought as he stared at the sky which was now fading from orange to deep blue.
"I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts now that Umbridge is gone," Harry thought. "I can't wait to see Ron and Hermione and talk to Sirius again."
"Oh, my God," Harry said. He ran his hand through his hair again and tugged hard on it.
"How could I forget that?" He groaned, mentally kicking himself in the ass. "How stupid am I? How could I forget that he died? How could I forget that he...left me?"
Harry laid his head in his hands and began to sob into them. He ran the words he just said in his mind over again.
"How stupid am I? How could I forget that he died? How could I forget that he...left me?"
Anger welled up in Harry. He raised his head and looked up at the sky.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" Harry yelled up at the Heavens. "Why?! Why'd you leave me?! You weren't supposed to die!!" Harry yelled at the sky. He was breathing hard, his face was tear-stained, and he had his fists clenched tight together. He glanced down towards his right hand and opened it up. He had a small cut right in the middle of it. Blood seeped out as he took the shard out of his hand.
He looked at his hand with a confused daze. He saw the cut, but he couldn't feel the pain. He willed himself to feel the pain. He wanted to feel it, at least that meant he was alive. But he was too numb, too disconnected from himself to feel anything physical.
Then, he directed his attention to the mirror again.
"Why'd you leave me all alone?" Harry waited and waited for an answer, but he waited in vain.
"Aren't you gonna answer me!?!" Harry yelled up at the black sky.
Nothing. No answer, nothing. All he could see was one star, one star in all the sky and it was as if it was put there just for him.
He sat on the park bench in silence, looking at his star. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks for what seemed like an eternity. Then eternity stopped and, eventually, with it, so did the tears.
Harry had no idea how long he sat there. It was almost as if he blacked out. He couldn't recall his thoughts or, if any, actions. But he didn't care. He wished he could pass all his time like that. For the first time, he couldn't remember having that pain above his heart. He supposed it was the hole in his heart that Sirius had filled; that had since emptied again since his death.
After that, he tried not to think of Sirius. Again, Hermione's face popped in his head. She was smiling. Then Ron showed. Harry closed his eyes and he was back in his world, the world to which he belonged. It was amazing. Harry could actually feel Ron's hand on his back. Ron was talking to him!
"Hey? Son?"
"'Son?'" Ron would never say that. Harry opened his eyes and saw a man. The stranger had his hand on Harry's back.
"Are you alright?" The man asked.
"Oh, yeah. I was just thinking...about something." Harry's voice was hoarse from all the yelling he had done.
"Oh, well, it's very late out," the stranger said as he checked his watch, "nearly half past ten. Does your family know you're out here?"
"My family......." Harry trailed off. He really couldn't care less about the Dursley's right now.
Harry stood up so he could at least see who he was talking to, for the mans face had been silhouetted in the darkness.
When Harry stood up, he looked the man in the face. The stranger looked back for a second and then smiled. Harry figured he could be trusted. He seemed to be an ordinary Muggle man, since he didn't explode at the sight of Harry's scar.
The man looked old, but not too old, maybe mid-40's. He was tall, somewhat built. He wore glasses and, clearly from his accent, was from England. Harry imagined that, were his father alive, James might look a little like this man.
"Well," the man started before clearing his throat, "I really must be off. I just wanted to stop and make sure you were alright."
"Wow," Harry thought, "I've never known Muggles to be this kind, least of all, to me."
"Um, yeah, thanks. I'll make sure to get home right away, sir," Harry told the stranger.
The man gave Harry another pat on the back and a friendly smile.
"Ok," the man said. He turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the Dursleys house. Harry watched as he walked out of view. But just before the man turned the corner, Harry whispered, much to his own surprise, "Dad."
Harry dropped his head and gave a heavy, painful sigh.
And then, he began to walk. He didn't want to go to the Dursleys, but he knew he had to. As e walked he tried to clear his mind, as he had done so often during second term for his Occlumency lessons.
He passed the time by kicking rocks along that he had found by the side of the road and on the sidewalks.
He sighed again. Eternity had come back to him. He walked and walked and walked...
And then, he stopped. He pulled his head up and saw right in front of him "4 Privet Drive."
Harry opened the door and was surprised that they hadn't locked him out. As he closed the door, he looked straight ahead; the kitchen.
"No," Harry thought, "I just wanna pass out."
Harry dragged himself up the stairs and to his room. He entered the room and closed the door. He began to examine his room. His bed, his closet, his desk. As he looked at all his Muggle things, he desperately wanted to be back in the wizarding world again.
Harry threw himself on his bed, not even bothering to change his clothes or take off his glasses. He closed his eyes and fatigue washed over him. Dreams came and went. All either about Hogwarts or The Burrow, the only place that ever felt like a real home with a real family to him.
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Harry awoke the next morning with his glasses still on. He wished he could have stayed asleep; his dream was good, even better than his real life. But remembered Dumbledore telling him in his first year, "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that."
Just then, he was startled out of his thoughts by the ruffling of feathers in his window. The owl dropped the letter on his desk and rook off again.
Harry reached over for the letter and saw that the letter was from Dumbledore...
TBC
Ok, so that's chapter one. I hope you liked it.I had a lot of fun writing it since it's the first time I have ever written a fan fic that didn't center around Ron and Hermione. Next chapter.Willow and her thoughts on Tara's death.