The Slayer, A Vampire, and An Unknown School
Disclaimer: You know that I don't own Buffy and her characters, like Dawn and Angel, their Joss Whedon and the entire HP characters are JK Rowlings, so yeah.
A/N: OOOKKKK. It's been like, what was it, 8 months since I wrote my last chapter. I know it's taken a long time, but grade 11 is much harder than you think. especially in Ontario. damn this new system. Anyways, I'm now actually going to get into a plot this time. I really didn't like the 5th Harry Potter that much, I did like it a bit though, but still, I'm not going to have the same plot, but there will be similarities. Don't flame me for it though. English is so not my best subject.
I'm really itching to bring some characters in. I really want some conflict between. well you'll find out soon enough.
For those of you reading who have become completely PotC obsessed, like myself, I've been reading the PotC fanfiction religiously. If you really want a good story try "Flight of the Sparrow." It is honestly the best fan fic I have ever read and I think it even has a sequel out as well. Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, (Merry Christmukah for those watching the O.C.) and have an awesome New Year.
Well, enough about me. You want more of the story.
Here we go!
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Shocking Results
It was the night that the three Gryfindors got almost no sleep. Harry, Ron and Hermione stayed up half the night looking up 16th Century vampires, while the rest of the students, including Dawn, dreamt soundly.
They thought that they had gotten off to a good start because they had found one of the oldest vampires during the era Professor Summers had mentioned: The Master.
Hermione explained to the other two that they would have better luck if they looked up major vampires somehow strongly linked to the most powerful vampire in the 16th Century - this Master.
A few hours passed, when surprisingly enough, Ron found something interesting.
"Hey guys, look here!" Ron exclaimed proudly.
"What did ya find Ron?" Harry questioned, while sporting a rather large yawn.
"A female vampire that the Master was rather fond of during the 16th Century. Her name was Darla. It says here 'She was as vicious as she was beautiful, which is why she became the favourite of the all-powerful Master'," Ron explained as Hermione came over to sit near where Ron and Harry were. Ron continued, "She even has her picture here."
Harry opened his eyes widely. "Wow, she's kind of hot!"
Hermione shot a deadly glare at Harry.
Harry quickly responded. "I mean. for an evil, bloodsucking, four hundred year old fiend."
"Sure," Hermione replied sarcastically, while rolling her eyes. But she continued, "I think she's the one we've been looking for. This Darla looks an awful lot like Professor Summers."
"No, that can't be Professor Summers," Harry exclaimed. "They look totally different."
Hermione was the one who replied. "Harry, haven't you seen what they can do with surgery lately?"
"For some reason, I don't think that if Professor Summers was a vampire, she would need plastic surgery." Harry replied. Ron wasn't answering, clearly confused by Harry and Hermione's talk about 'plastic surgery'.
"Maybe you're right, but I still think she is the one we should look up now." Hermione answered. All three nodded and went back to working.
Way passed midnight, Hermione found something that chilled her to the bone.
"Guys." Hermione stuttered. "You better come here quick."
The two hurried over to see what had spooked their intelligent friend.
"Look here," she began. "Darla, in the late 18th Century, was torn away from the Master for quite sometime. The reason is that she had found a playmate of sorts in an Irishman called Liam O'Roake."
The two boys gasped in shock, while Hermione continued. "He was brutal and loved the night life -that means he loved to drink." Hermione explained looking at Ron.
"Yeah, I know what it means," Ron replied, clearly annoyed.
"Well then, just making sure," Hermione said. "Anyways, Darla turned Liam into a vampire and renamed him Angelus - the one with the angelic face. Together the tortured Europe for nearly a century until Angelus found a girl with the gift of foresight - Drusilla. He delivered successful every mental torture he knew on this girl until she went insane and went to a monastery. The day she took her holy vows, Angelus turned her into a vampire. Later, in the 19th Century, Drusilla found herself a playmate as well - one known as William, but as a vampire became known as William the Bloody, or Spike because he liked to kill his victims with railroad spikes. These four vampires - Angelus being the worst - became known as the scourge of Europe, the best of their kind, and left ruins and dead bodies wherever they went. That was, until the turn of the century - the early 1900s, when Angelus disappeared and the scourge was split. It was heard that he went to America, abandoned the name Angelus and instead used the alias, Angel."
Hermione stopped.
"Isn't th.at.what Professor Summers calls Professor O'Roake?" Ron stammered.
"Yes," Harry replied, stunned that someone, no something as dangerous as a vampire - especially that vampire - would be teaching or even allowed to teach at Hogwarts. "That means he's like, 250 years old!"
"We have to tell Dumbledore," Hermione said suddenly.
"No," Harry replied quickly. "Dumbledore is the smartest man I ever knew. If he didn't know, I would be extremely surprised. And the DADA Professors even challenged us to find the answer. Why would they do that if they had something to fear?"
"Good point," Ron said encouragingly. "Let's talk to Summers and O'Roake about it tomorrow. I really need some rest."
"Yeah, I'm beat," Harry answered.
"Fine," Hermione reluctantly agreed.
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Early the next morning, all three of our favourite Gryfindors hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall to find the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professors so that they could tell them of their discovery.
They were lucky enough to find both of them at the teachers table talking. Professor Summers was eating an apple, while Professor O'Roake had only a glass of something liquid. The hall was emptied enough, since it was earlier that when most would get up.
The inseparable three ran over to the blonde and the brooding.
"Professors!" All three students exclaimed almost simultaneously.
"What is it?" Buffy asked worried.
Angel raised his eyebrows. "Did you do your little extra assignment? Is that why you're here?"
"Yes, we did, and I think we found out much more information than we needed," Hermione replied.
This made Buffy sight in relief. "Oh. What is it then?"
The children told them everything they learnt the previous night.
Buffy's warm smile turned grim by the time they were finished speaking.
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A/N: Sorry this chapters a short one, but I started this chapter in a different direction, and now I want my original for chapter 8, or maybe 9. Yes, that means more excitement sooner then my usual half a year. probably for tomorrow if you're lucky! I still had tons of work to do. BAH! I hate chem. and physics. (Too much work for me.) English class doesn't help. Anyways, there is a little button down there that lets you review. I love your feedback.
~Meaghan~
Disclaimer: You know that I don't own Buffy and her characters, like Dawn and Angel, their Joss Whedon and the entire HP characters are JK Rowlings, so yeah.
A/N: OOOKKKK. It's been like, what was it, 8 months since I wrote my last chapter. I know it's taken a long time, but grade 11 is much harder than you think. especially in Ontario. damn this new system. Anyways, I'm now actually going to get into a plot this time. I really didn't like the 5th Harry Potter that much, I did like it a bit though, but still, I'm not going to have the same plot, but there will be similarities. Don't flame me for it though. English is so not my best subject.
I'm really itching to bring some characters in. I really want some conflict between. well you'll find out soon enough.
For those of you reading who have become completely PotC obsessed, like myself, I've been reading the PotC fanfiction religiously. If you really want a good story try "Flight of the Sparrow." It is honestly the best fan fic I have ever read and I think it even has a sequel out as well. Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, (Merry Christmukah for those watching the O.C.) and have an awesome New Year.
Well, enough about me. You want more of the story.
Here we go!
**************************
Shocking Results
It was the night that the three Gryfindors got almost no sleep. Harry, Ron and Hermione stayed up half the night looking up 16th Century vampires, while the rest of the students, including Dawn, dreamt soundly.
They thought that they had gotten off to a good start because they had found one of the oldest vampires during the era Professor Summers had mentioned: The Master.
Hermione explained to the other two that they would have better luck if they looked up major vampires somehow strongly linked to the most powerful vampire in the 16th Century - this Master.
A few hours passed, when surprisingly enough, Ron found something interesting.
"Hey guys, look here!" Ron exclaimed proudly.
"What did ya find Ron?" Harry questioned, while sporting a rather large yawn.
"A female vampire that the Master was rather fond of during the 16th Century. Her name was Darla. It says here 'She was as vicious as she was beautiful, which is why she became the favourite of the all-powerful Master'," Ron explained as Hermione came over to sit near where Ron and Harry were. Ron continued, "She even has her picture here."
Harry opened his eyes widely. "Wow, she's kind of hot!"
Hermione shot a deadly glare at Harry.
Harry quickly responded. "I mean. for an evil, bloodsucking, four hundred year old fiend."
"Sure," Hermione replied sarcastically, while rolling her eyes. But she continued, "I think she's the one we've been looking for. This Darla looks an awful lot like Professor Summers."
"No, that can't be Professor Summers," Harry exclaimed. "They look totally different."
Hermione was the one who replied. "Harry, haven't you seen what they can do with surgery lately?"
"For some reason, I don't think that if Professor Summers was a vampire, she would need plastic surgery." Harry replied. Ron wasn't answering, clearly confused by Harry and Hermione's talk about 'plastic surgery'.
"Maybe you're right, but I still think she is the one we should look up now." Hermione answered. All three nodded and went back to working.
Way passed midnight, Hermione found something that chilled her to the bone.
"Guys." Hermione stuttered. "You better come here quick."
The two hurried over to see what had spooked their intelligent friend.
"Look here," she began. "Darla, in the late 18th Century, was torn away from the Master for quite sometime. The reason is that she had found a playmate of sorts in an Irishman called Liam O'Roake."
The two boys gasped in shock, while Hermione continued. "He was brutal and loved the night life -that means he loved to drink." Hermione explained looking at Ron.
"Yeah, I know what it means," Ron replied, clearly annoyed.
"Well then, just making sure," Hermione said. "Anyways, Darla turned Liam into a vampire and renamed him Angelus - the one with the angelic face. Together the tortured Europe for nearly a century until Angelus found a girl with the gift of foresight - Drusilla. He delivered successful every mental torture he knew on this girl until she went insane and went to a monastery. The day she took her holy vows, Angelus turned her into a vampire. Later, in the 19th Century, Drusilla found herself a playmate as well - one known as William, but as a vampire became known as William the Bloody, or Spike because he liked to kill his victims with railroad spikes. These four vampires - Angelus being the worst - became known as the scourge of Europe, the best of their kind, and left ruins and dead bodies wherever they went. That was, until the turn of the century - the early 1900s, when Angelus disappeared and the scourge was split. It was heard that he went to America, abandoned the name Angelus and instead used the alias, Angel."
Hermione stopped.
"Isn't th.at.what Professor Summers calls Professor O'Roake?" Ron stammered.
"Yes," Harry replied, stunned that someone, no something as dangerous as a vampire - especially that vampire - would be teaching or even allowed to teach at Hogwarts. "That means he's like, 250 years old!"
"We have to tell Dumbledore," Hermione said suddenly.
"No," Harry replied quickly. "Dumbledore is the smartest man I ever knew. If he didn't know, I would be extremely surprised. And the DADA Professors even challenged us to find the answer. Why would they do that if they had something to fear?"
"Good point," Ron said encouragingly. "Let's talk to Summers and O'Roake about it tomorrow. I really need some rest."
"Yeah, I'm beat," Harry answered.
"Fine," Hermione reluctantly agreed.
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Early the next morning, all three of our favourite Gryfindors hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall to find the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professors so that they could tell them of their discovery.
They were lucky enough to find both of them at the teachers table talking. Professor Summers was eating an apple, while Professor O'Roake had only a glass of something liquid. The hall was emptied enough, since it was earlier that when most would get up.
The inseparable three ran over to the blonde and the brooding.
"Professors!" All three students exclaimed almost simultaneously.
"What is it?" Buffy asked worried.
Angel raised his eyebrows. "Did you do your little extra assignment? Is that why you're here?"
"Yes, we did, and I think we found out much more information than we needed," Hermione replied.
This made Buffy sight in relief. "Oh. What is it then?"
The children told them everything they learnt the previous night.
Buffy's warm smile turned grim by the time they were finished speaking.
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A/N: Sorry this chapters a short one, but I started this chapter in a different direction, and now I want my original for chapter 8, or maybe 9. Yes, that means more excitement sooner then my usual half a year. probably for tomorrow if you're lucky! I still had tons of work to do. BAH! I hate chem. and physics. (Too much work for me.) English class doesn't help. Anyways, there is a little button down there that lets you review. I love your feedback.
~Meaghan~