Title: More Than a Witch
By: Gabby
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Joss Whedon owns all Buffy related things and JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter related things. Also JK Rowling's new HP book (5th one) ROCKS! Great job on it! If you haven't read it..read it!
Summary/Time Lines: What if Buffy had always been a witch and lived in England, where she had found out about Slayers before she became one? I'm having Buffy going to Hogwarts with Charlie and Bill and such, but don't worry, everyone else will be added in there. So obviously this is AU because I'm messing with both stories quite a bit, but it should turn out well and make sense. Also if I've got the amount of years that the Weasley children are apart in age and at school wrong I'm very sorry.
Author's Note: Well here's the story. Hope you enjoy. Also please read and review. I'm open for constructive criticism, but please no flames.
Extra Info: Faith and Michael grew up in America for a little bit, so if they're speech doesn't sound British, that's why.
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Another One.Yet Again
"She's dead isn't she?" Buffy questioned standing up.
"You had another dream?" Angel asked her.
Buffy nodded and sat back down. Doyle walked over and took a seat next to her.
"So you get visions too?" he asked.
"Yes."
"But without the pain...lucky you."
"I wonder who the new Slayer is going to be," Giles pondered.
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"Laurel?" McGonagall called.
Laurel looked up from her notebook, in which she had been writing "I love Todd" over and over again in, and saw the stern teacher looking at her. She quickly closed her book and asked, "Yes?"
"I need you to come with me."
She nodded, gathered up her books, and followed McGonagall out of the room. She swiftly followed the professor down the hall. They stopped in front of a giant stone griffin.
"Toffee," McGonagall stated coldly and the griffin moved aside and they stepped onto a slow revolving staircase.
When they reached the door McGonagall pushed it open. Laurel saw Professor Giles and Headmaster Dumbledore sitting across from each other and staring anxiously at her.
"Please take a seat Laurel," Dumbledore said.
Laurel sat down next to Giles who turned to her and said, "We have something very important to tell you."
Laurel nodded.
"You're the Vampire Slayer."
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"Y-you're a what?" Tegan asked, eyes widening, sitting across from Doyle in the Dangerous Creatures and Beings classroom.
"I'm a...demon," Doyle stated slowly.
"No, no! You, you can't be...they, they aren't real!"
"Well we're real aren't we? Not many people believe in witches and wizards."
"But this is bloody insane! A demon? Who did you get that from? Defiantly not from mum!"
"It's probably from you're father," Angel said.
"Of course," Tegan sighed, "Da was always the problem.."
"I hear you," Buffy stated.
Tegan sighed, stood up, and said, "What are we going to do?" when she suddenly got thrown back into her chair.
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"Kaden Mercade! Get back here this instant!" Shellie Lonquist, a second year, shouted across the Great Hall at her third year boyfriend.
A stunningly hansom boy with deep brown eyes and black hair turned around and walked back to where Shellie was standing tapping her foot. She flung her shoulder length wavy blonde hair over her shoulder. He stopped in front of her, he was about a foot or so taller, so she had to look up to see him.
"C'mon," she grabbed his hand and drug him out into the hall.
Kaden followed quickly behind her, ignoring the glances and calls he was getting from his friends. Just because he was going out with most popular and beautiful Slytherin girl didn't mean he had to show off all the time. Even if it was fun every now and then. He knew where Shellie was taking him. Behind the staircase so she could kiss him. He always got a kick out of how secretive she was when she would probably wear him like a pin, if she could, to show him off.
As she pulled him behind the staircase she heard someone call, "Shellie!" She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall and turned around, trying to hide him, even though he was so much taller.
"Yes?" she called sweetly back.
"What are you doing?" her sister, Kristin, came into view.
Shellie sighed, she couldn't stand her sister. She was like the perfect...Shellie. She was a first year, had straight blonde hair and freckles. She constantly got good marks and was in Ravenclaw. She had her sights set on a good-looking third year, Kyle, who liked her back. But both of them were to naïve to notice.
"Um...I dropped something and I'm looking for it," Shellie lied lamely, she'd hate for her sister to bust her or do something stupid.
Kristin rolled her eyes and walked away. Shellie turned back to Kaden.
"Where were we?" and kissed him.
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"You could just leave me alone y'know?" Faith spoke darkly.
"No, that just wouldn't be fun," Michael said from behind her.
"You've got problems."
"I'm not the one in sodding Gryffindor."
"I'm not the whipped little puppy of a bunch of prissy chicks," Faith said.
"I'm not the lackey of Miss I'm-So-Tough Summers."
Faith turned around and looked at him. She glared at him, but couldn't help but laugh when she was what was on his shoe.
She turned around, "I'm not the one with a wad of toilet paper stuck to my shoe."
"It's not over y'know," Michael growled.
"It never is."
}-{
Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted in so long and that this chapter isn't so long. But I'm gonna try to get more up soon! But thanks for reading! Hope you liked it!
By: Gabby
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Joss Whedon owns all Buffy related things and JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter related things. Also JK Rowling's new HP book (5th one) ROCKS! Great job on it! If you haven't read it..read it!
Summary/Time Lines: What if Buffy had always been a witch and lived in England, where she had found out about Slayers before she became one? I'm having Buffy going to Hogwarts with Charlie and Bill and such, but don't worry, everyone else will be added in there. So obviously this is AU because I'm messing with both stories quite a bit, but it should turn out well and make sense. Also if I've got the amount of years that the Weasley children are apart in age and at school wrong I'm very sorry.
Author's Note: Well here's the story. Hope you enjoy. Also please read and review. I'm open for constructive criticism, but please no flames.
Extra Info: Faith and Michael grew up in America for a little bit, so if they're speech doesn't sound British, that's why.
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Another One.Yet Again
"She's dead isn't she?" Buffy questioned standing up.
"You had another dream?" Angel asked her.
Buffy nodded and sat back down. Doyle walked over and took a seat next to her.
"So you get visions too?" he asked.
"Yes."
"But without the pain...lucky you."
"I wonder who the new Slayer is going to be," Giles pondered.
}-{
"Laurel?" McGonagall called.
Laurel looked up from her notebook, in which she had been writing "I love Todd" over and over again in, and saw the stern teacher looking at her. She quickly closed her book and asked, "Yes?"
"I need you to come with me."
She nodded, gathered up her books, and followed McGonagall out of the room. She swiftly followed the professor down the hall. They stopped in front of a giant stone griffin.
"Toffee," McGonagall stated coldly and the griffin moved aside and they stepped onto a slow revolving staircase.
When they reached the door McGonagall pushed it open. Laurel saw Professor Giles and Headmaster Dumbledore sitting across from each other and staring anxiously at her.
"Please take a seat Laurel," Dumbledore said.
Laurel sat down next to Giles who turned to her and said, "We have something very important to tell you."
Laurel nodded.
"You're the Vampire Slayer."
}-{
"Y-you're a what?" Tegan asked, eyes widening, sitting across from Doyle in the Dangerous Creatures and Beings classroom.
"I'm a...demon," Doyle stated slowly.
"No, no! You, you can't be...they, they aren't real!"
"Well we're real aren't we? Not many people believe in witches and wizards."
"But this is bloody insane! A demon? Who did you get that from? Defiantly not from mum!"
"It's probably from you're father," Angel said.
"Of course," Tegan sighed, "Da was always the problem.."
"I hear you," Buffy stated.
Tegan sighed, stood up, and said, "What are we going to do?" when she suddenly got thrown back into her chair.
}-{
"Kaden Mercade! Get back here this instant!" Shellie Lonquist, a second year, shouted across the Great Hall at her third year boyfriend.
A stunningly hansom boy with deep brown eyes and black hair turned around and walked back to where Shellie was standing tapping her foot. She flung her shoulder length wavy blonde hair over her shoulder. He stopped in front of her, he was about a foot or so taller, so she had to look up to see him.
"C'mon," she grabbed his hand and drug him out into the hall.
Kaden followed quickly behind her, ignoring the glances and calls he was getting from his friends. Just because he was going out with most popular and beautiful Slytherin girl didn't mean he had to show off all the time. Even if it was fun every now and then. He knew where Shellie was taking him. Behind the staircase so she could kiss him. He always got a kick out of how secretive she was when she would probably wear him like a pin, if she could, to show him off.
As she pulled him behind the staircase she heard someone call, "Shellie!" She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall and turned around, trying to hide him, even though he was so much taller.
"Yes?" she called sweetly back.
"What are you doing?" her sister, Kristin, came into view.
Shellie sighed, she couldn't stand her sister. She was like the perfect...Shellie. She was a first year, had straight blonde hair and freckles. She constantly got good marks and was in Ravenclaw. She had her sights set on a good-looking third year, Kyle, who liked her back. But both of them were to naïve to notice.
"Um...I dropped something and I'm looking for it," Shellie lied lamely, she'd hate for her sister to bust her or do something stupid.
Kristin rolled her eyes and walked away. Shellie turned back to Kaden.
"Where were we?" and kissed him.
}-{
"You could just leave me alone y'know?" Faith spoke darkly.
"No, that just wouldn't be fun," Michael said from behind her.
"You've got problems."
"I'm not the one in sodding Gryffindor."
"I'm not the whipped little puppy of a bunch of prissy chicks," Faith said.
"I'm not the lackey of Miss I'm-So-Tough Summers."
Faith turned around and looked at him. She glared at him, but couldn't help but laugh when she was what was on his shoe.
She turned around, "I'm not the one with a wad of toilet paper stuck to my shoe."
"It's not over y'know," Michael growled.
"It never is."
}-{
Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted in so long and that this chapter isn't so long. But I'm gonna try to get more up soon! But thanks for reading! Hope you liked it!