Buffy, the witchy vampire slayer
Chapter 20 – Epilogue.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything…-sighs-
TIMELINE: AU. BTVS: After Buffy season three. HP: Before and after Harry's birth (Takes place during the marauders 19:s and up). The years follow the Buffy timeline.
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. Buffy leaves Sunnydale after Graduation to catch up with her past.
BIG SUMMARY: Buffy is an eleven year old witch and friends with the Hogwarts marauders (a year older), until her parents tells her they're moving to LA, because they wants to take her away from all the 'magic-stuff' (They don't want to accept the fact that she's a witch). Four years later, she's called as the slayer.
CENTRAL PAIRING: Buffy/Sirius
OTHER PAIRINGS: James/Lily, Willow/Remus, Xander/Anya
Reviews respond:
mysticallove: Hi! Yeah, I'm glad I decided not to kkill 'em both of... and Harry as a mini-Prongs/Padfoot...it is a scary thought. But a fun one! Yeah, poor Lils... -cries- But I had to kill her! I wrote a version in which she survived as well, but it just didn't sound right, so I rewrote it to this version... Happy you liked evrything else as well, and hope you get better soon. (I ramble too btw.) And Sirius and James as TEACHERS? Now that's a scary thought...but a good one! When/if I do a sequel, I may use that... And yeah, I hate that too...again, hope you get better, and good luck in the finals!
Chrios: Hi! So glad you like it...and yeah...poor Prongs and Lily-flower...but it had to be done...or it didn't had to had to, but it had to...gah! Y'know what I mean! You cried? Yay me! That must mean I can write emotionally...(and I'm not the one weird, 'cause I almost cried as well...but only almost...maybe 'cause it's coming to an end more than killing Lils and leaving Jamie behind...)
mika: BWAHAHA! Yeah, I bet he wishes that too...poor Prongsie - never let him have a break... Yeah, I'm glad I didn't too...I was going to first, but then I thought: Why? And I definitely think Nev would have been different growing up with his parents, so that's what he is: Different.
Chailyn Cole Runewood: You do? Sorry. I like both Lily and James just as much, but I couldn't kill of James and not Lily. That would have meant changin a lot - Like Lily defending James and Harry while they ran up and hid, and then James died for Harry...it would just sound...weird... nothing wrong with it, of course, but I can't see James running away and letting Lily face Voldie. It just...sound plain wrong and out of character. So the only option was either save James or kill 'em both. (Or save 'em both, I tried that, but it didn't work out so well.)
airyckah: Hi! Your welcome, I'm glad too...I was thinking of killing James for awhile, but I'm happy I didn't. And btw, I never had ANY plans on putting Siri in Azkaban. So if you did worry I would, you didn't have to. But if I made you sweat a little... D
The Lady Morgaine: You're sick? Hope you get better soon - I hate being sick. You're hypersensitive? -Squeal- So am I! Not that it's a good thing, but it's goodc to know I'm not alone. I always catches colds, and they last longer than anyone elses, and when it's over, it takes about a wekk...and then SPLAT. Another one. And when I'm seriously ill, it lastes like FOREVER! And I'm always tired, even if I go to bed early, and isn't doing anything. It sucks, right? Happy you like ickle little Pronglets! I think I bounced him to the right character too. After all, he was raised with Prongs senior, and that's bound to show! Go out with a bang? Can't promise, but I'll do my best!
bella-lover: Hi! So glad you loved it. And here's the last chap. You'll have to wait (I think a kind of long time, or 'til I finsihed one of my other stories) for a sequel though!
IsiwaruOfCkaloatia: Yeah, poor froggie... Thanks for your review!
SR: Happy you liked ickle Harry! Thanks for reviewing!
…and special thanks to: My Beta – CharmedChick
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September 1, another five years later.
Platform 9 ¾ was, as usualon September first, full of excited kids who were on their way to board the Hogwarts Express, and start another (or their first) year at Hogwarts. One of these kids was a boy named Harry James Potter.
"You'll be careful this year, promise?" James said. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I promise."
"Good. Remember the ten holy rules?"
"Yes. 1- When you play a prank, make sure it's well planned. 2 - Stay out of Filch's way. 3- Stay out of Minnie's way. 4 - Never forget to use the invisibility cloak. 5 - Be a pain in the arse to the greasy potions master. 6- Don't get caught while breaking the rules. 7- Don't get expelled. 8 - Explore the Forbidden Forest and everything else forbidden. 9 - Make Malfoy miserable. 10 - Make Slytherin miserable."
"Excellent!" James beamed. "Hogwarts, beware! The second generation of marauders are on their way! I just wish you had the marauders map as well...but it was confiscated...hey, let's add another rule! 11 - If possible, get into Filch's office, and take the map back!" He paused.
"Let's add a twelfth one while we're going at it, shall we? 12- Stay out of Peeve's way, or gain his friendship."
Harry grinned.
"Aye, aye, dad."
"So, Harry, ready to board?" A voice suddenly said. Harry turned around. Behind him stood Remus Lupin and Willow, and a girl.
"Remus!" James said, surprised. "I thought you were in Italy!"
"Well, couldn't miss our favorite marauder starting his career, could we?" Remus grinned.
Willow laughed.
"Oh, mum, please, can't I go?" The girl said.
"No, Alyssa," Willow said. "You have to wait another two years, we've talked about this."
"But please! I'm just as smart as any eleven year old!"
Remus and Willow rolled their eyes. Their daughter had truly gotten their intelligence and study genes. The only difference was that she was fully aware of being smart- She was a bit too confident, both Remus and Willow thought, and were afraid she'd end up in Slytherin- but it could also be Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw- or even Hufflepuff, because she was so loyal to her friends. But there was no doubt that she was both cunning and ambitious- both Slytherin traits.
"Oh, look, here come the Weasleys!" Remus said.
"And Buffy and Sirius," Willow added.
"Hi!" Sirius said, and gave Harry a hug. "So here is the beginning of Harry Potter's prankster career."
"Yup," Harry said. "Dad even taught me the ten- I mean, twelve holy rules."
"Great!" Sirius laughed.
"Where is the kid, then?" James asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Oh, you mean Darien? We forced him to stay at home with the baby-sitter," Buffy said. "Can't take him anywhere without him destroying the place."
James laughed. Darien was Buffy and Siriusfour year old son, and he was just as much of a prankster as Sirius had been. And he had Buffy's genes for getting into trouble even if he didn't mean to.
"Probably wise. Hello, Molly."
"Oh, hello James. Oh, Fred, can you help Ron with his trunk?"
"Oh, honestly, woman! You call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" One of the twins said. Harry was sure it was Fred, even though he said he was George.
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred." Fred dragged Ron's trunk up on the train.
Molly took out her handkerchief.
"Come here, Ron, you've got something on your nose." Ron tried to jerk out of the way, but Molly got a hold of him and began rubbing the end of his nose.
"Mom-geroff." He wriggled free.
"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefing on his nosie?" said George.
"Shut up," said Ron.
"Where's Percy?" Molly asked, looking around.
"He's coming now."
Percy Weasley came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and Harry noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P in it.
"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves-"
"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-"
"Or twice-"
"A minute-"
"All summer-"
Harry, Ron, James, Sirius, Buffy, Willow and Remus all snickered.
"Oh, shut up," said Percy.
"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" said Fred, who had now returned.
"Because he's a prefect," said their mother fondly. "All right, dear, well, have a good term-send me an owl when you get there."
She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins.
"Now, you two-this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've-you've blown up a toilet or-"
"I think she should be more worried about what Harry and Ron will do," Sirius whispered conspiratorially to James, who nodded, barely being able to hold in his laughter.
"...Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."
"Great idea though, thanks, Mum."
"It's not funny. And look after Ron."
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."
"Shut up," said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins by now, and his nose was still pink where his mother had rubbed it.
"Hey, look, there's Neville!" Harry exclaimed, as the Longbottoms made their way towards them.
"Hi, guys! Look, my parents bought me a toad. His name's Trevor."
Harry snickered, remembering Buffy and Sirius; wedding day.
"Try not to stomp on it."
Neville looked confused for a moment, then he too remembered, and his face broke into a grin.
"Oh, talking about pets!" Ron said, and took out something out of his pocket. "This is Scabbers. I got him from Percy - he found him in the attic. He's always sleeping though. George showed me a spell that will turn him yellow, let's try it on the train, alright?"
"Sure," Harry said, casting a glance at his father, who were busy talking to the other grown-ups. No one took a look at Scabbers, which was too bad, because if they had, they would have seen Scabbers wasn't really Scabbers, but an animagus called Peter Pettigrew. Ron put 'Scabbers' back in his pocket.
"We should board the train soon...hey, dad?" James stopped talking to Sirius and turned around.
"Yes?"
"Can we board the train?"
"Sure. You've got everything?"
"No. You got it," Harry said, nodding towards his things, which were safelyplaced beside James. His snow-white owl, Hedwig was sitting in a cage onhis trunk.
"Oh. Right." James levitated the trunk up on the train.
"Hey, mum, why don't you ever do that?" One of the twins wined.
"So, be careful this year - never forget the twelve holy rules. Give Hagrid a hug from me by the way." James said. Sirius snickered.
"Yeah, and watch out for whatever wild animal he's trying to breed."
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They boarded the trainat the last second, finding an empty compartment. They weresoon engrossed in talking about all the pranks they'd pull when they got to Hogwarts, and barely noticed how the train carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
"Yes!" Harry said, and both he and Neville jumped up. Ron mumbled something about having sandwiches. They bought a little of each: Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and some other weird things. He paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts. Neville bought just some of Bertie Bott's Beans, saying he had to lose weight if he wanted to be able to get on a broom. This earned laughter from both Harry and Ron, who had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef," he wined.
"Swap you for one of these," said Harry, holding up a pasty. "Go on-"
"You don't want this, it's all dry," said Ron.
"Go on, have a pasty," said Harry, soon, they were all feasting on the candy (the sandwiches were long forgotten, and so was Neville's diet.)
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache.
"Dumbledore," he muttered. "I've already got five of him..." He then shrugged, and turned the card over to read it anyway.
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
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CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.
Ron suddenly picked up a green Bertie Bott's bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner.
"Bleaaargh. Sprouts."
They had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans, and soon the countryside flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Let's test that spell, shall we?" Ron exclaimed, putting down the still sleeping 'Scabbers' on the table, before rummaging around in his trunk and pulling out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.
"Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway-"
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open, and a girl entered. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
"Hello. I was just coming here to tell you we will probably be at Hogwarts soon, so you should change," she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. "And clean up in here," she added, when she saw the mess in their compartment. Then she turned to look at Ron, wand still in hand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
"Er-all right."
He cleared his throat.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."
Harry was on a good way to laugh, and so was Neville from the look of it. There was no way that spell would work! And they were right: Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep. The girl seemed to have thought in the same lines.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" she said. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked out for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard- I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough- I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and Neville, who looked stunned. Learned all the course books by heart? Was she mad?
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.
"Neville Longbottom," Neville said.
"Harry Potter," said Harry.
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course- I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."
"Am I?" said Harry, feeling dazed. He wasn't really interested in his fame. It wasn't really anything to brag about...after all, his mother had died because of it...
"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," said Hermione. "Do either of you know what House you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad... Anyway, you three had better change." And she left.
"Whatever House I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron, and Harry silently agreed. Ron threw his wand back into his trunk. "Stupid spell- bet George knew it was a dud."
Neville and Harry snickered.
Suddenly, the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Hermione Granger this time. Three boys entered, and Harry realized who the middle one was at once- Draco Malfoy.
"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry, voice full of loathing, as he was looking at the other boys. both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."
He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. Or maybe you already know that. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your mudblood mother. Your parents didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys, it'll rub off on you."
Both Harry, Neville and Ron stood up.
"Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Unless you get out now," said Harry, warningly, silently promising himself the first prank he played would be on Malfoy.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron, who leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell. 'Scabbers' the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle- Crabbe and Malfoy both backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets, or perhaps they'd heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in.
"What has been going on?" she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
"I think he's been knocked out," Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. "No - I don't believe it- he's gone back to sleep." And so he had.
He turned to Hermione. "Can we help you with something?"
"You still haven't put your robes on! You'd better hurry up, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!â€
"Scabbers has been fighting, not us," said Ron, scowling at her. "Would you mind leaving while we change?"
"All right- I only came in here because people outside are behaving so childishly, racing up and down the corridors," said Hermione in a huffy voice. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?"
Ron glared at her as she left. Harry peered out of the window. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.
They all took off their jackets and pulled on their long black robes. Ron's were a bit short for him, you could see his sneakers underneath them.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
Harry's stomach lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles. They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor.
"Do you know how we will get sorted?" Ron mumbled. "Fred said something about wrestling a troll..."
Neville paled.
"My dad and Sirius said we had to get past a dragon," Harry muttered, and this time both Ron and Neville looked sick with fear.
"Let's hope for the troll, shall we?" Ron whimpered.
THE END.
A/N: AND THAT WAS IT! So what do you think? I might do a sequel to this, after all, it ended in a way that could make it possible, but if I do, it will have to wait until I've finished one of my others. I don't think I could handle writing three at once again! Plus, I think I'm gonna rewrite some of the chaps in this story as well, since I'm not too pleased. It had much less Buffy/Sirius than I would have liked, and it was also less describing, and a bit rushed, so even though it's finsihed, look out for updates or "BtWVS rewritten". LOL. PLEASE REVIEW!
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