AN: Here's a Buffy/hp crossover for all of you fans of that out there.
It's probably either going to be harry/Hermione Willow/Tonks, Spike/Dawn,
Buffy/Draco, Giles/maybe McGonnagal. Notice that Ron doesn't appear in my
pairings. I'm a vicious Ron hater and he'll only appear in my stories as a
very minor character, barely appearing at all. Hopefully y'all like this
one better than Goddess. The character Chris might make a regular out of
herself here, and she has the same powers she does in goddess, so if you
want to know what's up with her, check out Goddess, chapter 2, by Chrios,
in the buffy the vampire slayer crossover section.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to Joss Whedon or J K Rowling, but the idea and a few characters belong to me.
Spoilers: a lot. The HP books to date, Order of the Phoenix, and the buffy verse up to... um, I guess season 6, the end of it, Tara died by somethng unnatural, Willow lost control, the three losers all just never happened, Buffy never fell into depression after dying the second time. Faith might show later, I don't know, but it's going to be way AU.
On with the story!!!
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Harry sat staring blankly at the wall in his room, bored out of his mind. He missed Sirius, and even though everyone told him that it was not his fault that Sirius had died, he felt that it was. Harry would have started crying at the thought of the man's name, but he had no more tears left. It was depressing, really. No one could know how he felt, no one. Unless they had lost a parent or close relative and had seen it happen or had seen the person dying or freshly dead, no one could know how he felt. He sighed and thought, 'I feel like going out for a walk. Maybe that could clear my head out. I know that I'll be safe because I'll be watched.' Harry laughed bitterly. 'Nice to know that I'll be in the hands of people who couldn't even save the one person who meant the most to me.'
He went down stairs to the front door with a yelled comment of, "I'm going out!" to his aunt and uncle, and went walking around the park. He decided that he wanted to go see what was playing in the movie theatre, just to take his mind off of what he was thinking about. He was about halfway there, by the high school that he would have gone to had he not been a wizard, when he heard his cousin's voice, along with the voice of a girl(probably around his age) and the voices of Dudley's stupid gang.
'Oh, goody' harry thought, moving to see what his lump of a cousin and his gang were doing to the poor girl. 'Now I get to break up a Dudley fight and rescue someone, risking my own neck in the process. Hermione's right, I do have a hero complex.'
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'Oh god,' Hermione thought, panicking as the great brutes surrounded her, cornering her on the track of a high school. 'My parents are gone, the wizarding world has no idea, I can't find Harry, and now I'm going to be beaten or worse! Oh, Harry, please show up! Please! I need you and your heroics now...' Hermione, despite the predicament that she was in, felt a warm feeling inside just thinking about the boy who lived. His hair was so hot, always messed up in a way that made her go crazy with desire. He could bear to get contact lenses instead of the glasses he wore, but he still looked hot with or without them. 'What am I doing? I'm about to get bloodied up and I'm thinking about how hot Harry is! Well, at least my mind was off of the nasty brutes in front of me for a few seconds,' Hermione thought as the fist of the biggest and stupidest looking one came towards her quickly.
As the fist was about to connect, the bushy-haired girl heard a voice call out, "picking on girls, Dinky Diddydums? I thought that your mum raised you better than that, oh wait, no I didn't, since I was raised with you." The voice took a second, presumably to think. "Oh well, no matter. It's still not very nice of you to pick on girls, especially... Hermione?!" The voice exclaimed, seeing the hair and face, and recognising the clothes as the ones she had been wearing the last time he had seen her. "What're you doing here being bullied by my bastard of a cousin?" harry asked his friend, feeling a shiver go up his spine at the thought of Hermione, any Hermione. He put the feeling away in his mind to think about later, when things weren't quite so... brutal. He saw that girl that he'd had a crush on for years was in trouble, so he immediately pulled his wand out after he saw that his cousin was going to take advantage of the girl's distraction. He yelled at Dudley, "Hey Dinky, how would you like to taste a few hexes that I learned last year? There are a few that I think you'd find quite enjoyable."
"You-you're not allowed to do magic, mum said that if you did any more you-you'd get expelled!" Dudley stuttered, lowering his fist and trying not to look scared in front of his gang, which was still looking at Harry like they knew him from somewhere.
"Hey, looky here! It's Potter, our first punching bag!" Piers Polkiss said suddenly, realising who it was. "Potter, aren't you being a little brave, taking on the whole gang after the beatings that we gave you for years?"
"You're the ones being a little brave, messing with someone who's been attending St. Brutus' Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. Don't you think I've learned something about fighting in the 6 years that I've been attending? Otherwise, I wouldn't even be alive! You lot think you're all that, but the boys I go to school with make you lot look like weaklings with the muscles of little duckies. So leave the girl alone and sod off, before I get really mad!" Harry was yelling slightly, seeing Hermione's confused expression and mouthing, 'I'll explain later.'
The boys all looked at each other and decided that no girl was worth getting beaten over. Especially not a girl that meant something to an incurable criminal. Dudley led them all away and Harry helped Hermione up and asked what she was doing in Surrey. Her eyes started to tear up as she thought about it again.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, Hermione. You don't have to explain yet. Do you want to come to my house to calm down a bit first? I'll just have to sneak upstairs first to get my invisibility cloak, then I'll come and get you. Is that all right?"
Hermione nodded and accepted the hand that he offered to her to help stand. When he let go, however, she collapsed from weakness and fright from the boys and her near-death experience. So Harry put an arm under her shoulders and was surprised when she snuggled up to him and leaned on his chest for support and comfort. They made their way back to Privet Drive and Harry got the cloak and brought Hermione up to his room, where they sat on his bed quietly for a while. The Harry cleared his throat and asked what she had been doing at the school.
Hermione said, "I was hanging out with my muggle friends, going to the movies and out to dinner, you know? And I left them at the corner of my street, where we all part." Harry looked like he was about to interrupt, so she said, "Don't say anyhting just yet please? I want to get it all out." At his nod she continued. "I got to the front door of my house and I felt that there was something wrong but couldn't place what. Then I got inside and saw the dark mark hanging over the bodies of my parents, and they were twisted. There faces were done up in horrible poses, like someone had set them that way. And the death eaters left a note, saying, 'leave the school of witchcraft and wizardry to the pure witches and wizards or you'll soon be seeing your foul mudblooded parents again. Cheers, LV'. Harry, my parents are gone! As soon as I saw that, I ran out of the house with my bag and just kind of walked about in a daze. Then those bludgers found me and started on me, and then you know what happened." Hermione started to cry again, and Harry reached over and pulled her into his arms, holding her and letting her cry.
They stayed like that for some time, Hermione sniffling against Harry's chest and Harry just holding her and comforting her with a sooting tone of voice. Harry heard Dudley come home and decided to make trouble for him, put him on the spot and scare the crap out of him, basically.
"Hey Diddy, how was your outing after I saw you at the park?" Harry asked in a nasty tone that his uncle and aunt missed as they sat in the kitchen with Dudley watching him eat.
"Fine, we, erm, went to do the usual stuff. Y'know, tea, showing off for girls, that stuff." Dudley was nervous. He didn't know who the girl who he had attacked was, but he knew that she was special to Potter, which made her off- limits.
"Really? That's nice. Well, I'll just be around if anyone wants to talk to me," Harry said, putting an emphasis on talk that not even Dudley could miss. He walked out of the room and a few minuted later his cousin came after him with a nervous expression on his face.
"All right, what do you want Potter? An apology? Fine, I'm sorry I attacked the girl. I didn't know that she was special to you," Dudley was saying to Harry, who was standing silently listening to the fat boy with interest.
"Yeah, that girl you attacked? That was my girlfriend,"Harry lied to make an excuse. "She's better than me at magic, and if she hadn't been surprised by you losers she would have cursed you out of the country. Lucky for you, she's nice and feels pity for muggles. You know that I don't feel the same for this family. Do anything to her ever again and I will make sure that your secrets are revealed to your parents. Or are they aware that your tea is lined with crack and Mary Jane?"
"Fine, I'll leave all girls alone from now on, should make it harder to get in trouble any way."
With that the boys went separate ways.
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what do you think? Is it a keeper or no? I have it planned out, so maybe you want to give it time before deciding?
Peace,
Chris
Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to Joss Whedon or J K Rowling, but the idea and a few characters belong to me.
Spoilers: a lot. The HP books to date, Order of the Phoenix, and the buffy verse up to... um, I guess season 6, the end of it, Tara died by somethng unnatural, Willow lost control, the three losers all just never happened, Buffy never fell into depression after dying the second time. Faith might show later, I don't know, but it's going to be way AU.
On with the story!!!
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Harry sat staring blankly at the wall in his room, bored out of his mind. He missed Sirius, and even though everyone told him that it was not his fault that Sirius had died, he felt that it was. Harry would have started crying at the thought of the man's name, but he had no more tears left. It was depressing, really. No one could know how he felt, no one. Unless they had lost a parent or close relative and had seen it happen or had seen the person dying or freshly dead, no one could know how he felt. He sighed and thought, 'I feel like going out for a walk. Maybe that could clear my head out. I know that I'll be safe because I'll be watched.' Harry laughed bitterly. 'Nice to know that I'll be in the hands of people who couldn't even save the one person who meant the most to me.'
He went down stairs to the front door with a yelled comment of, "I'm going out!" to his aunt and uncle, and went walking around the park. He decided that he wanted to go see what was playing in the movie theatre, just to take his mind off of what he was thinking about. He was about halfway there, by the high school that he would have gone to had he not been a wizard, when he heard his cousin's voice, along with the voice of a girl(probably around his age) and the voices of Dudley's stupid gang.
'Oh, goody' harry thought, moving to see what his lump of a cousin and his gang were doing to the poor girl. 'Now I get to break up a Dudley fight and rescue someone, risking my own neck in the process. Hermione's right, I do have a hero complex.'
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'Oh god,' Hermione thought, panicking as the great brutes surrounded her, cornering her on the track of a high school. 'My parents are gone, the wizarding world has no idea, I can't find Harry, and now I'm going to be beaten or worse! Oh, Harry, please show up! Please! I need you and your heroics now...' Hermione, despite the predicament that she was in, felt a warm feeling inside just thinking about the boy who lived. His hair was so hot, always messed up in a way that made her go crazy with desire. He could bear to get contact lenses instead of the glasses he wore, but he still looked hot with or without them. 'What am I doing? I'm about to get bloodied up and I'm thinking about how hot Harry is! Well, at least my mind was off of the nasty brutes in front of me for a few seconds,' Hermione thought as the fist of the biggest and stupidest looking one came towards her quickly.
As the fist was about to connect, the bushy-haired girl heard a voice call out, "picking on girls, Dinky Diddydums? I thought that your mum raised you better than that, oh wait, no I didn't, since I was raised with you." The voice took a second, presumably to think. "Oh well, no matter. It's still not very nice of you to pick on girls, especially... Hermione?!" The voice exclaimed, seeing the hair and face, and recognising the clothes as the ones she had been wearing the last time he had seen her. "What're you doing here being bullied by my bastard of a cousin?" harry asked his friend, feeling a shiver go up his spine at the thought of Hermione, any Hermione. He put the feeling away in his mind to think about later, when things weren't quite so... brutal. He saw that girl that he'd had a crush on for years was in trouble, so he immediately pulled his wand out after he saw that his cousin was going to take advantage of the girl's distraction. He yelled at Dudley, "Hey Dinky, how would you like to taste a few hexes that I learned last year? There are a few that I think you'd find quite enjoyable."
"You-you're not allowed to do magic, mum said that if you did any more you-you'd get expelled!" Dudley stuttered, lowering his fist and trying not to look scared in front of his gang, which was still looking at Harry like they knew him from somewhere.
"Hey, looky here! It's Potter, our first punching bag!" Piers Polkiss said suddenly, realising who it was. "Potter, aren't you being a little brave, taking on the whole gang after the beatings that we gave you for years?"
"You're the ones being a little brave, messing with someone who's been attending St. Brutus' Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. Don't you think I've learned something about fighting in the 6 years that I've been attending? Otherwise, I wouldn't even be alive! You lot think you're all that, but the boys I go to school with make you lot look like weaklings with the muscles of little duckies. So leave the girl alone and sod off, before I get really mad!" Harry was yelling slightly, seeing Hermione's confused expression and mouthing, 'I'll explain later.'
The boys all looked at each other and decided that no girl was worth getting beaten over. Especially not a girl that meant something to an incurable criminal. Dudley led them all away and Harry helped Hermione up and asked what she was doing in Surrey. Her eyes started to tear up as she thought about it again.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, Hermione. You don't have to explain yet. Do you want to come to my house to calm down a bit first? I'll just have to sneak upstairs first to get my invisibility cloak, then I'll come and get you. Is that all right?"
Hermione nodded and accepted the hand that he offered to her to help stand. When he let go, however, she collapsed from weakness and fright from the boys and her near-death experience. So Harry put an arm under her shoulders and was surprised when she snuggled up to him and leaned on his chest for support and comfort. They made their way back to Privet Drive and Harry got the cloak and brought Hermione up to his room, where they sat on his bed quietly for a while. The Harry cleared his throat and asked what she had been doing at the school.
Hermione said, "I was hanging out with my muggle friends, going to the movies and out to dinner, you know? And I left them at the corner of my street, where we all part." Harry looked like he was about to interrupt, so she said, "Don't say anyhting just yet please? I want to get it all out." At his nod she continued. "I got to the front door of my house and I felt that there was something wrong but couldn't place what. Then I got inside and saw the dark mark hanging over the bodies of my parents, and they were twisted. There faces were done up in horrible poses, like someone had set them that way. And the death eaters left a note, saying, 'leave the school of witchcraft and wizardry to the pure witches and wizards or you'll soon be seeing your foul mudblooded parents again. Cheers, LV'. Harry, my parents are gone! As soon as I saw that, I ran out of the house with my bag and just kind of walked about in a daze. Then those bludgers found me and started on me, and then you know what happened." Hermione started to cry again, and Harry reached over and pulled her into his arms, holding her and letting her cry.
They stayed like that for some time, Hermione sniffling against Harry's chest and Harry just holding her and comforting her with a sooting tone of voice. Harry heard Dudley come home and decided to make trouble for him, put him on the spot and scare the crap out of him, basically.
"Hey Diddy, how was your outing after I saw you at the park?" Harry asked in a nasty tone that his uncle and aunt missed as they sat in the kitchen with Dudley watching him eat.
"Fine, we, erm, went to do the usual stuff. Y'know, tea, showing off for girls, that stuff." Dudley was nervous. He didn't know who the girl who he had attacked was, but he knew that she was special to Potter, which made her off- limits.
"Really? That's nice. Well, I'll just be around if anyone wants to talk to me," Harry said, putting an emphasis on talk that not even Dudley could miss. He walked out of the room and a few minuted later his cousin came after him with a nervous expression on his face.
"All right, what do you want Potter? An apology? Fine, I'm sorry I attacked the girl. I didn't know that she was special to you," Dudley was saying to Harry, who was standing silently listening to the fat boy with interest.
"Yeah, that girl you attacked? That was my girlfriend,"Harry lied to make an excuse. "She's better than me at magic, and if she hadn't been surprised by you losers she would have cursed you out of the country. Lucky for you, she's nice and feels pity for muggles. You know that I don't feel the same for this family. Do anything to her ever again and I will make sure that your secrets are revealed to your parents. Or are they aware that your tea is lined with crack and Mary Jane?"
"Fine, I'll leave all girls alone from now on, should make it harder to get in trouble any way."
With that the boys went separate ways.
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what do you think? Is it a keeper or no? I have it planned out, so maybe you want to give it time before deciding?
Peace,
Chris