Author: opalrose81
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be a very wealthy person and not in college (oh, how I wish). Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon, while Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: This starts off using the events of season 2, episode 22 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Becoming II). I've changed the ending obviously, but here's the general idea: Angelus never gets his soul back, forcing Buffy to send him to Hell, not Angel. However, he takes her on his little journey. Instead of ending up in Hell, Buffy finds herself in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, among others, are beginning their seventh year.
Author's Note: I know I'm playing around with dates, but I thought this might be an interesting idea. Also, Buffy is 16 here, not 17, when she fights Angelus. Also remember that Hagrid is almost 30 years older than the Marauders. He went to Hogwarts with Tom Riddle and was hired as Gameskeeper not too long after his expulsion.
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Chapter 1
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"Ow! Watch where you're stepping," a voice hissed in the darkened medical room.
"Sorry Padfoot if you move too slow," another voice responded.
"Move too slow? You stupid git," said Sirius as he pulled off James's invisibility cloak, the other Gryffindor only responding with a small chuckle.
"Shh…look, there she is. Madam Pomfrey did a good job healing her," remarked James as he stepped over towards the bed where Buffy slept.
As Sirius was about to respond, the small, unconscious girl began to flail her arms and jerk as if in a nightmare.
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"Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends... No hope."
Angelus smirking face looms over Buffy.
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"I just gotta... I gotta walk away from this," Angels whispers to Buffy at the Bronze.
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"This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after."
"No. When you kiss me I wanna die."
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Angelus looks at Buffy with contempt.
"Angel, there must be
some part of you inside that still remembers who you are."
"Dream on, schoolgirl."
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"My people-before I was changed-they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty... and the heart... Well, you know... Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this."
Angel, sheer love in his eyes, places the ring on Buffy's finger.
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Angel and Buffy, soaking wet, face each other in the mall.
"You know what the worst part was, huh? Pretending that I loved you. If I'd known how easily you'd give it up, I wouldn't have even bothered."
"That doesn't work anymore. You're not Angel."
"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? It doesn't matter. The important thing is you made me the man I am today!"
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Buffy stands at her back door, facing her mother.
"No. I am not letting
you out of this house."
"You can't stop me."
"Oh yes I... You walk out of this house, don't even think about coming back!"
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"You think you know what's to come…what you are…you haven't even begun," a mysterious voice whispers.
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With a sudden jerk and gasp of breath, Buffy awakens from her nightmare. She looks around the darkened room, making out empty beds. Glancing to her right, she is startled by two teenage boys standing over her.
"Wh-who are you? Where the hell am I," she asked, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"It's okay…you, uh, kind of landed here," James began, "I'm James Potter and this is Sirius Black."
"You're at Hogwarts," Sirius stated, hoping to see some recognition in the girl's eyes.
However, the name did nothing but confuse Buffy more. She crossed her arms and arched her eyebrow.
"Hogwhat?"
"Hogwarts," James explained. "It's a school for witches and wizards."
"There's a school for witches? I must've hit my head harder than I thought."
Buffy, disbelief evident on her face, began to rise out of her bed. As she attempted to stand, a wave of dizziness overcame her. Two pairs of hands gently leaned her back against the pillows.
"Yeah, definitely hit my head hard," she said, laughing to herself.
"You looked awful when you arrived," said Sirius (causing a glare from Buffy), "you should rest and heal."
"I'm a fast healer. So, if this is a school…I guess you two are students? And you decided to get a glimpse of the weird girl? Hey look, there's Buffy! Let's go and…"
"Buffy? What kind of name is that," laughed Sirius.
"It's my name, and you're one to talk," was the reply.
Before any argument could occur, Buffy heard footsteps approaching the room. Sirius began to open his mouth to speak, but was silenced by the girl's raised hand. Seeing a figure appear in the dimly lit doorway, the two gentlemen covered themselves in the invisibility cloak, not unnoticed by Buffy, and stepped away from the slayer's bedside.
"Ah…I see you are awake. I hope that you are feeling much better than before," said the wise old man. "I do hope you were not being disturbed," he began, pointedly looking towards the corner behind him.
"Nope, nothing disturb-y here…Just talking to myself. I'm odd that way," Buffy attempted to explain.
The knowing smile of Professor Dumbledore spoke volumes and James and Sirius, hoping to not get into any trouble, quickly retreated out of the hospital room. However, James waved an uncloaked hand to Buffy, signaling their departure.
"Now that we seem to be alone, my dear, I hope we can speak privately. My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore. I am Headmaster here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. May I ask who you are?"
"Umm, well, I'm Buffy. Buffy Summers," Buffy said, with a hint of a smile. There was something about this man, he emoted a feeling of safety. Buffy instantly liked him.
"Miss Summers…the Slayer, from what I sense," Professor
Dumbledore continued, upon Buffy's slight nod.
"You were in a most troubling state when you arrived here. If I may ask, do you know how you have
arrived here?"
Buffy, sensing she could trust him, began her tale leading up to stabbing Angel-no Angelus- and sending him to Hell.
"Most impressive. I sense you loved him. Such a feat is truly courageous."
"I thought I did. I cared about him…I still do. If I think about it now though, after all things he did, I know that I'm not in love with him. Is that awful of me to say?"
"On the contrary, Miss Summers, it seems that the past events have greatly matured you," was the answer from Dumbledore, causing Buffy to smile in gratitude.
"Now that you have enlightened me concerning your predicament, I must inform you that I sense great power within you. Not entirely from your power as the Slayer, either. Are you aware of your being a witch?"
Upon Buffy's blank stare, the professor continued.
"Have you ever received any mail from a magic school in America," he clarified.
"Not that I know of," she started, but suddenly recalled a conversation between her parents. "Wait! I was 10 or so when my mom opened a letter delivered by an owl. I think it said something about witches, but Mom thought it was a joke and threw it away. Is that what you're saying? Am I really a witch?"
"I am most certain of it. Would you like to contact your family? Tomorrow, we'll arrange for your journey home," started Dumbledore.
"No! I-I don't think I'm ready to talk to anyone yet. Besides my mom kinda kicked me out. I'm not sure what I'll do now…can't go back to school, don't want to go back anyway…," Buffy drifted off, unsure of her future.
It was then that Professor Dumbledore smiled as he looked down at the young slayer. She had been through so much it seemed, losing almost everything…it pained him to see one so young look so lost.
"Well then, Miss Summers, I invite you to spend the year here at Hogwarts. Just this night we welcomed the students for the school year, so I say your arrival could not be better timed."
"Began the school year…you start school in the summer," Buffy questioned.
"On the contrary, it is the beginning of September. Is something wrong," Dumbledore began to ask as he noticed Buffy's face blanch at the news.
"September? B-but I fought Angel in June…Three months gone…I wonder what happened. I remember Angelus…he pulled me in…Pain. I screamed. I was in Hell," realized Buffy, tears welling in her eyes.
"There, there Miss Summers, I am quite certain that you did not belong in such a place. It makes perfect sense your landing here, then. You were meant to come to Hogwarts and learn the ways of witchcraft. Great things are expected of you, my dear."
"Great things are always expected of me…part of the stupid slayer package," snorted Buffy. "However, I guess the answer to your invite is 'Yeah'. Like I have any place else to go. But won't I be behind at this school?"
"We'll arrange for some private lessons to catch you up to speed. You are 16, 17?"
"I'll be 17 next January," she answered.
"Well, I believe you'll fit in well with the other 7th years. Once you fully recover, we shall take you to get your school supplies and sort you into your house. With that settled, Miss Summers, I welcome you to Hogwarts. I suggest getting some rest, I believe by tomorrow you will be healthy enough to travel. Goodnight Buffy."
With that, Professor Dumbledore exited the room, leaving Buffy to her thoughts. Suddenly, the last words of her dream made a whole lot of sense.
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Gryffindor Common Room"Wow…that was close," said James as he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fully stepping into the common room, the boys pulled off the invisibility cloak. Remus and Peter, playing a game of wizard chess, as well as Lily, engrossed in a book, noticed their arrival.
"So, you two didn't get caught…did you," asked Peter.
"Peter," gasped Sirius, raising a hand to his chest in faked amazement, "Do we ever get caught?"
"Black and Potter! As Head Girl, I should report you. It's only our first night back and you two are already causing trouble…What do you think Remus," asked Lily, looking at the young man across from her for agreement.
The two students in question looked towards their friend, feigning innocence. Sirius batted his eyes, causing a smile to form on Remus's lips.
"Well, Lily, I think we can let them go…They look as if they've learned their lesson."
"Remus, you always allow them to get away with everything….Oh well, what did you two find anyway," she huffed, trying desperately to restrain the smile on her face.
James, with the aid of Sirius, began to describe their conversation with the strange visitor. From the nightmare, to the girl's healthy-looking condition, finally ending with their interruption by Professor Dumbledore.
"That's all? It's still strange how she appeared on school grounds, and how does Dumbledore trust her," mused Lily.
"I never said that was all, did I? We stood outside the room and picked up bits of what Dumbledore said. We couldn't hear much, but I think she mentioned something about not going back. That's when Dumbledore asked her to stay here! She's going to be a 7th year," told James.
"I wonder where she'll be sorted; she will be sorted, I suppose. Maybe she'll be with us, oh that would be fun! I do hope she's friendly," began Lily, almost lost in another world.
Three gentlemen rolled their eyes in response, unable to comprehend the girl's ability to change a subject. The fourth, seemingly lost in thought, looked to his friend beside him.
"What kind of name is Buffy?"
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Sunnydale, California
Four teenagers walked along the pathway of the darkened cemetery. The moon cast a soft glow on the many headstones, adding to the eeriness of the surroundings.
"Ugh! Do you know how much these shoes cost? They were the last pair too," whined the brunette, looking in despair at her ruined shoes.
"There there, hon. It's just a pair of shoes. I mean, it was either your shoes, or your neck," began the brown haired young man, his voice trailing off at the glare by his girlfriend.
"Just a pair of shoes! These cost more than your entire wardrobe…for the rest of your life."
"Hey Will, what's with the long face. You almost had that one last time," said Xander, quickly trying to change the subject . Looking at his best friend, he noticed the wistfulness and slight despair in her eyes.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing…I was just thinking about Buffy. Where she was, if she was alright…," the redhead trailed off, receiving a reassuring hug from her, now green-haired, boyfriend.
"She better be alright! And she better get back here, like, now…I am so tired of this slaying thing," Cordelia responded.
"Well, at least nothing too major has happened yet. Besides, Giles is looking for her. I'm sure she's okay," Oz said, attempting to reassure Willow, and now Xander.
"What's to make her come back? It's not like she can come back to school. You remember what Giles said, too, about her mom. Why would she come back here," whispered Willow.
The foursome, or the Scoobies, looked at each other, more depressed since the beginning of their night's patrol and resumed their walking.
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Ok…I'm soooooo sorry it took so long, but I'm literally swamped with schoolwork. Finals will be next week, so in between studying I'll be trying to get the next part up.
The funny thing with this chapter is that I wanted to continue, but I also wanted to post something. So I kinda cut it off where it was. I have this massive outline written up and if I follow it, just this story alone will be 43 chapters (if all goes well, I'll be writing multiple continuations)…Thanks to all who've reviewed…You guys ROCK!!!! J