Sara Crabtree - 2 - Fanfiction
Crossover A Slayer as a Teacher
A/N – sorry I haven't updated in a seriously long time. Here's a quick chapter. Between school and college applications I haven't had much time to write. This is all I can fit in right now. Enjoy – Silentchild10
Chapter 9
Harry feel asleep to the sound of his roommates snores, and the image of Hermione in a wedding dress. With a small smile on his face, he drifted peacefully into the land of dreams. With a jerk he felt himself pulled outside of his body. Looking around he found himself in the DADA hallway. Professor Summers sat outside the statue of a young female warrior, her hand wrapped around a stake and a sword across her back. She wore a white dress, her hair was down, and her eyes vacant.
"When you've given everything you are and have to the world, when you are broken and dead on the inside. How do you go on? How are you able to exist in this world, knowing what it once held?" The words were whispered but they seemed to reverberate through the halls of Hogwarts, echoing and repeating. Harry took a step towards her.
"You live each moment by each moment, you fill your thoughts with trivia, and try not to think at all. At night you bury your head under a pillow and scream your rage and guilt. You make a front on your grief, so that others do not know it exists." Harry whispered getting closer to the young professor until he was crouched in front of her his mouth next to her ear.
"Your grief will end" the statement rippled through the hall coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Harry leaned back and as one the two warriors looked down the hall. Buffy's eyes filled with tears at the sight of the man clothed in black.
With a start the two awoke, the image of the man imprinted in the eyes, as well as his prophetic words that seemed to speak to them both.
Harry dug out the notebook he kept in the bottom of his trunk, writing down the dream, as he did all of his remembered dreams. Rolling over to try and sleep again he was struck with the inability to do so. Instead he picked up his potions book, knowing that Snape would ask him advanced question again the next day. It was what happened everyday. He would take off points from Gryffindor for his answers, whether they were correct or not, and attempt to get the boy-who-lived out of his NEWT level potion class. Thankfully when Snape first attempted to give him a T, Dumbledore took over the grading of Harry in that class.
Now he was actually not doing so badly. These thoughts, and the dryness of the Potions book, numbed his brain and he soon found himself with heavy eyes and the urge to sleep. Giving in happily to this urge Harry Potter slept through the rest of the night peacefully.