He viewers here is the next chapter I hope you like it!!!!!

I would like to say I don't own any of Joss Whedon's excellent characters from Buffy and Angel, I is just bowwowing dem for my own wicked purposes in this chapter.

So the following are some more of my new characters, remember if you want to use them you can ask but only if you leave a review (hehehehehehehe)

New characters this chapter:

Harry Summers

Dusk Summers

Lily Summers

Willow Weasley

Remus "Oz" Lupin jr

Xander Granger

Draconis

Cordelia Parkinson

Pomeroy Summers

Maleficent Malfoy

Narcissus Black

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Constance Malfoy

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Chapter 5

The Cards Are On The Table

Godric's Hollow-on – the- Hellemouth - 1997

It was Samhain, a highly magical night for those in this small magical English town but to Harry Summers it was just like any other night of his young life for you see not only is Harry a powerful wizard but also the current slayer. Yes that's right Harry Summers is a Vampire Slayer and a very reluctant one at that.

"Mum, I am going on patrol I will be home soon,"yelled Harry as he started to leave to join up with his friends so they can patrol for unruly vampires.

"You come back here young man," parried Lily Summers to her eldest child. "You know I have a gallery opening tonight and you promised to look after your little brother."

"Shit!" Harry said under his breath.

"I heard that young man," laughed Lily "Can you take Dusk with you then but please look after him."

"Ok then Mum, DUSK ALBUS SUMMERS GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!!" Harry bellowed up the stairs. At this command down trundled a thirteen year old bundle of energy.

"What do you want dumbass?" said the youngest Summers, peering up through jade green eyes hidden by unruly blond bangs at his older brother.

Clipping his brother around the back of his head Harry says to the young boy "How would you like to come on patrol with me and the gang tonight?"

"Sure why not. I wasn't doing anything special anyway," replied the small blond boy.

A knock came to the front door, Dusk ran over and opened the door and standing on the porch were the rest of his brothers posse.

Infront of him standing was his brothers best female friend prankster extrordinaire Willow Weasley, the walking encyclopedia Xander Granger and Willow's boyfriend Remus "Oz" Lupin jr.

"How are my favourite blond boy's this evening," clucked Willow as she threw her red hair over her shoulder in a glamourous flick.

"We're good Will, just a bit wigginsy about patroling tonight of all nights though," replied Harry as he hugged the young grl.

Half an hour later found the Hogwarts Scoobies – so named for the school they all go to and their favourite cartoon – trudging around the various headstones at an abandoned cemetary.

"By the Gods this is so boring tonight," mused Harry as he run a hand through his messy blond hair.

"Ain't it the truth," queried Oz.

"So the little slayer is finding it boring out this evening, I might have to show him something to releive his boredom," cackled a high pitched females voice .

Out from behind a rather large tombstone stepped a girl no more than 16 wearing what looked like the remants of a Moulin Rouge outfit.

"Well what do you know," piped up Xander, "if it isn't Cordelia Parkinson modelling the latest in hooker wear."

At this the Scoobies all started to laugh at the girl in front of them.

"You will all be sorry when The Dark Lord rises again," she screamed.

"You know you really are a pain in the neck Cordy, both when you were alive and now that you are dead," queried Harry with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised as he slowly dusted her with Mr. Pointy.

"Now my darling, you didn't have to mess this grave yard with her dust now did you?" echoed an ethereal voice with a slight giggle.

Harry looked around and there in front of him was his eternal lover Draconis.

Draconis was a two hundred year old vampire who had recently had his soul returned to him. He stood at just over six feet and had beautiful black hair down his back, pulled back in a pony tail. But the bodily piece that had caught Harry's eye so few years ago were Draconis' cobalt blue eyes.

Harry rushed over to his mate and jumped into his arms and smothered him with small butterfly kisses.

" He, he, oh my lion, how you push my buttons," murmured Draconis as he brought Harry into a soul searching kiss.

While this was going on Dusk was off exploring around the tombstones, checking out some of the names such as: Seamus Finnegan, Maleficent Malfoy, Narcissus Black and Pomeroy Summers. As Dusk went on the next tomb, he heard a sound. He looked around and there between the Snape Crypt and the Riddle Tomb was a bright crystal pyramid and it was slowly rolling towards him.

All Dusk could do was run and as he ran he screamed, "HARRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"

Hearing his brothers anguished screams Harry jumped out of Draconis' arms and gathered up his weapons and ran to where his brothers voice was coming from. He turned a corner and saw his brother and the pyramid rolling down the aisle, Harry and the gang race for Dusk but it is too late as they are engulfed by the pyramid, leaving the graveyard vacant as if they were not even there.

Lightning flashed through the scrying pool. A thunderous scream, shattered the silence. The Player worked frantically chanting some of the scrying hymns by the look of it something had gone wrong – badly wrong. Unless he could stabilise the situation there was grave danger of temporal instability. He worked feverishly, and then the siren was stilled and the warning lights ceased to flash. The Player leaned back, exhausted.

In the scrying pool he could see the distorted, slowly rotating shapes of Harry and Draconis and the rest of the Hogwarts Scoobies. They were trapped in a freak eddy in the vortex - and he had neither the skill nor the energy to free them. But although it was a set-back, it was by no means complete disaster. There were already four versions of Harry Potter on the board, as well as companions, all of them luckless pawns in the game. Enemies, old and new, were already in place. One more piece on the board, and the game could enter the next, most vital phase.

The Player leaned forwards and worked on the controls. The trapped Harry Potter faded and The Boy Who Lived appeared...

Hogwarts - 1997

Once inside the Gryffindor common room, Harry pulled free from Draco and Hermione, and staggered over to one of the comfy couches and sat down. Eyes staring blankly ahead as if he was contemplating what was going on in his head. Harry blacked out and slid gently to the ground.

"Oh no!" gasped Ron.

Hermione knelt beside Harry, taking his pulse, it was strong and steady. For confirmation, Hermione put a hand on Harry's chest and felt a steady thump-thump.

Hermione straightened up. "I see. Well, his body seems to be all right, as far as I can tell... he seems to be just fading away."

She looked angrily at Draco. "Why did he have to come back here ? Why couldn't we have taken him to the Infirmary," she cried.

Draco wasn't listening. He was staring in horror at Harry's unconscious body. Harry really was fading away - quite literally.

His body was actually becoming transparent, as he faded slowly out of existence.

Draco knelt and grasped the already insubstantial hand. "Harry!"

Harry responded, and he felt his hand become solid and real inside his own.

He looked in anguish up at Hermione.

"What's going on?" he cried as he tried to hold back the tears that were starting to form in his eyes.

While Hermione and Draco were looking after Harry, Ron was sitting on the window seat looking out over the Hogwarts lake wondering what was happening to his best friend when he noticed something in the distance. He tried to strain his eyes to see what it was. He called Hermione over to see if she could work out what it was. Hermione looked quite pointedly at what Ron was looking at and gasped for there on the horizon clouded by mist was an Island. It looked like it had a bleak and threatening landscape. At its center loomed a dark and sinister tower.

"I wonder why we can see that island?" Hermione enquired.

"I don't really know. I wonder if if has something to do with whats happening to Harry?" Ron thought outloud.

"Well if it has, then shouldn't we go and take Harry to see what it is," Hermione retorted. "What do you reckon Draco?"

"I think that is as good a place as any to start looking. I am really worried about my poor Harry. I don't think I could go on without him," Draco whispered.

"Then it is agreed. We take Harry over to that island and see if that is what has been making him fade in and out," said Ron, taking charge of the situation.

They bundle Harry up and trudge back out onto the Hogwart's Grounds. Once there the three carry Harry over to the Quidditch Pitch and grab some brooms so they can fly out to the island. Once in the air, on two brooms – Draco and Harry on one and Ron and Herione on the other, they set out for the island.

As they approached the island, they could see an old castle nestled on the lakes edge, hidden from view by a forrest of thick pine trees. Draco signals to Ron to land over at the castle. Once landed they carry Harry into the entrance way of the castle to get out of the elements.

The Player gave a great sigh of relief. As he had hoped, the presence of four Harry Potter's had been powerful enough to draw the sixth to the other's side, even though the fifth Harry was still missing. Drawn irresistibly by his need to be whole again, Harry had delivered himself and his companions into the trap.

The Player took a model of a young Harry Potter, and a model Draco, Ron and Hermione from the box and pushed them on to the Game Table.

While Draco kept a watchful eye on Harry, Hermione carried out a quick check around the castle to see if there was any information about where they were.

"As far as I can make out from some of these books, we're nowhere," she said as she poured over a couple of old dusty tomes.

"So how did it get here? And what do we do now that we are here?" Ron moaned.

Hermione looked sombrely down at Harry. He was still unconscious, and breathing heavily, but at least he was there.

"I suppose we just wait, till Harry recovers.'

"And if he doesn't?" asked Draco.

For this Hermione had no answer.

A/N Please Please please review It is very taxing writing this with nobody to read it. I have seen other pieces of drivel that are so poorly written that have up to 100 reviews – sometimes I just don't get it!!!!!!!

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