Harry Potter and the Vampire Slayers

Chapter 45 – Life isn't a fairytale.

DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything.

TIMELINE: AU. Set ten years before (Around 1988) "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone", during and after Harry Potter book 5, "Order of the Phoenix"(2003). During and after BTVS season 7, "Chosen". Pretend HP book one happened in 1999 during Buffy season three), After Angel season 5.

SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. There are always 'what ifs', and what 'could've happened'. What if the supposedly dead James and Lily Potter find themselves lyingbeside a shattered hellmouth? What if Buffy Summers and the rest of the Scoobies had found them? Surprised the couple was when they found out that they had unknowingly traveled forward into the future and that they would finally get a chance to see their now grown son. With the Scoobies following them, they have no idea of the impact of what they will find out when they step foot into the Wizarding World after many years of absence. War, love, death, betrayal, happiness, and despair are just six of the many things they will stumble upon.

PAIRINGS: Buffy/Charlie, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Dawn, James/Lily, Oliver/Vi, Faith/Remus, Willow/Tara, Sirius/Amy, etc.

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"Harry!"

"Umm..." Harry groaned and pulled his covers over his head. He didn't want to get up. He knew what day it was...

"Harry!"

"Le' me sleep..."

"Harry!"

"GAH!"

Harry flew up when he felt the ice-cold water hit him, and glared at Ron, who gave him an amused look.

"Sorry mate, but you wouldn't wake up. Dumbledore wants us all in the Great Hall."

Harry sighed.

"Right. Just give me a minute..."

He dragged himself towards his trunk and put on some clean robes. Everything went in slow motion for him today - he really didn't want to face Voldemort. Or Dumbledore. Or anybody at all for that matter.

"Harry, mate, hurry up!" Ron growled impatiently. "Everybody's waiting!"

With a sigh, Harry put on his shoes and followed Ron out of the dorm. His dorm...he'd spent six years in here...and it was probably the last time he'd ever see it again...

"HARRY!"

"Huh? Right..."

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Harry and Ron quietly slipped into their seats. Hermione gave them a reproachful look, as if asking 'where have you been?' They both ignored her. The silence over the Hall was deafening.

"Morning, all students." Dumbledore said gravely. "I won't say it is a good morning, because then I would be lying. You are probably all wondering why I have dragged you down here so early- usually, the end of the year feast does not begin until evening. But today is not as usual. Today, we are going to battle."

Gasps came from the student body, and everyone started to whisper. Dumbledore held up his hand for silence.

"I had hoped the day when Voldemort- " More gasps.

"- Would attack the castle would not yet be happening- but it is. And today, we are going to face him, to defend our school, home and classmates. Today, house rivalries do not matter. Today, homework does not matter. Today, grades do not matter. Today, the only thing that does matter is staying alive." He closed his eyes tiredly.

"It is wishful thinking of me to believe everyone will make it out of the battle. War always claims its victims. It could be me, you, or the one sitting next to you. Your best friend might be the one who falls. But remember, if you fall, you fall for a good cause. Peace. To rid the world of the man - or monster- that has haunted us for so long."

He turned his eyes to the Slytherin table.

"I am telling you now, all of you - " he let his eyes sweep over everyone.

"- That if there is anybody in here who believes in hate, death and war and supports Voldemort, then stand up. Stand up."

Nobody stood. Not even Draco Malfoy.

"I am telling you all now, all of you, that if there is anybody who does not want to take partinthe battle, to leave this Hall, and go up to your dormitories. I do not want to send you to death. I do not want to force you to fight. Only if you are willing, stay."

This time, more of the half school population- and most of the Slytherins, including Draco Malfoy- left. Harry was proud to see that all the students he had trained last year stayed firmly put.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

"And so here we are. Standing on the edge of battle. All first through third year that are still remaining here, I want you to leave. No young children- even if all of you are children- are to fight or lose their lives today. Neither unwillingly, nor willingly."

The few students from the lower years that still remained got up with a scowl, but left. Some even looked relieved.

Dumbledore looked over those remaining.

"Today, we are fighting. We are fighting for our world, for our future, for our friends...for our very existence. Show Voldemort and his followers no mercy, because you will get none in return. He has brought armies of dark wizards, armies of Giants, armies of Werewolves, Vampires and Demons. I want you to think carefully- if our world weren't so prejudiced, do you think these people, beings, would have followed him? No. They wouldn't have. You are the future. You can change it for the better. But only if you try. Today, we are taking the first step towards that future. Because it belongs to us."

Suddenly, the castle shook.

"It is time."

Dumbledore stood up, quickly followed by the teachers, the Scoobies, the Order (who had arrived earlier that morning), the Slayers, Angel's meagercrew and lastly the students. Harry gripped his wand so hard it hurt. He closed his eyes.

'Somebody give me strength...'

They all paraded out of the Great Hall, until they stood in front of the doors. They all formed battle lines, Dumbledore, Harry and the teachers first, the Scoobies, the Order, and Angel's crew second. Then came all the Slayers in fifteen different rows, and lastly the students.

Dumbledore lifted his arms, and the doors flew open.

The light and the dark side was facing off.

Buffy paled. Thousands of vampires and demons. Hundreds of Giants, Death Eaters and Werewolves. They were more than the Turok-Han- and even though they were defeated, they had been standing on a higher ground, and therefore, had had an advantage. Now they didn't.

"Dumbledore!" A voice called. "Why don't you leave your precious golden boy to me, and you and your students will be spared."

Dumbledore's eyes blazed.

"That is not going to happen, Tom. You will meet your downfall today."

Voldemort burst out laughing, and then he sneered, stepping forwards.

"Really?" He shook his head. "I don't think so. I will be victorious, and your castle will fall."

He turned his red, blazing eyes to Harry, who inwardly flinched, but met Voldemort's eyes nonetheless.

"So sad..." Voldemort hissed. "So alone... and nobody notice. You are scared, aren't you boy? Hmm? Scared of me... scared of death." He laughed again. "I guess Dumbledore couldn't make you believe that 'death is nothing but the nextgreat adventure'-crap. Smart boy. You know it's hopeless. You know you're going to loose. So why so defiant? Why don't you let me finish you off - I promise it will be painless."

He chuckled. Dumbledore stepped in front of Harry.

"You will not kill Harry, Tom. Harry is not scared of you. He has something you will never have- and that is a heart."

Voldemort burst out laughing again.

"Can't the boy speak for himself? And who needs a heart when you have everything else in the world?"

Suddenly, as if they all got an invisible sign, all of Voldemort's forces started to run forwards. Dumbledore's forces followed, and on the middle of the ground, they all clashed together, in a blur of smoke, blood and magic.

Buffy and Faith stood back to back, fighting a group of vampires. They saw Willow, taking out several of the Death Eaters at once, her hands aligned with Tara's.

"So, B," Faith said, as she decapitated a demon. "What do you say? When we're done with this bitch, we're going to the kitchen? I'm already starved."

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Sure, F- if we make it."

"Stop being so negative, B- that's never good."

Buffy just sighed, as she ducked, before staking a vampire.

"You never change, do you?"

"Nope."

A bit away from them, Ron and Hermione were fighting side by side, along with Neville, Ginny, Luna and some other members from the DA. Suddenly, a green spell came flying seemingly out of nowhere, hitting Dean Thomas straight in the chest. For awhile, everyone just stared in shock, as the body hit the ground, before Seamus Finnigan let out a cry of rage. The next second, he joined Dean on the ground.

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Vi licked away some blood from her lip, as she drew out her stake from one of the vampires, watching as it turned to dust, before turning to face another one. She was barely aware of her fellow Slayers- among them Rona and Shannon- two of the surviving Slayers from Sunnydale- fighting alongside each other. Suddenly, she heard someone cry her name, and she looked up, just in time to see Oliver stare with wide eyes on something behind her. She quickly turned around, and in the next second, everything went black.

"NO!" Oliver screamed, as he saw Vi hit the ground, when a yellow beam of light hit her. He had no idea what the spell had been, and he didn't really care. He lunged forwards on the Death Eater responsible, and soon, they were engaged in a fist fight. As he threw of the mask, he recognized the Death Eater as Marcus Flint, a graduated Slytherin, who also had been captain of the Slytherin team.

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Ron gritted his teeth hard together, and cast a quick look at Hermione. She was pale, but otherwise okay. After the shock from the deaths of Dean and Seamus, they had all become more vicious in the fighting, and Ron was pleased to note that the ground around them was littered with unconscious- or in some cases - dead- bodies.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, as he took a closer look on the Death Eater he was fighting.

"What the- " He muttered, before he quickly cast three spells in a quick session. The Death Eater managed to avoid the first two, but the third- a full body bind- hit him straight in the chest. As soon as he fell down, Ron kneeled down beside him, throwing of the mask.

His eyes widened.

"Percy?"

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Dawn was fighting beside Spike and Angel- they were bickering all the time, but at least they got the job done. She suddenly felt the urge to hurl, as she saw Illyria out of the corner of her eye, ripping off the head of a demon with her bare hands. Well, at least it was effective... Suddenly, she felt a cold, bony hand on her arm, and she turned around, meeting the red eyes of lord Voldemort. Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to scream, but she found she was unable to do anything.

"DAWN!" She heard Buffy scream, and she saw Angel and Spike whip around, their eyes widening as they got sight of her.

Voldemort chuckled.

"POTTER!" He screamed. "Why don't you come forwards so we can finish this once and for all, or your little girlfriend will die!"

Dawn saw Harry step up towards them, covered in green demon blood.

"Let her go," he said. "She hasn't done anything."

Voldemort smiled cruelly.

"Well, it's more about the fact that she exists, if you know what I mean."

Harry blanched. Weren't those almost the exact words his father had once used? Suddenly, he felt two hands on his shoulders, and he spun around, meeting the eyes of his parents.

"Don't let him get to you, Harry,"Lily said. "We believe in you," James continued.

Harry tried to smile, and he took a step forwards.

"We'll be behind you every step of the way," another voice said.

'Sirius...'

"You can do it..."

'...Remus...

"You go, kid."

'Amy...'

He took another step forwards. Voldemort smiled cruelly.

"Don't you think you're going a little bit slow?"

He lifted his wand at Dawn.

"AVADA- "

A shadow ran forwards, standing in front of Dawn protectively.

"- KEDAVRA!"

A body hit the ground.

"WORMTAIL!" Voldemort screamed in rage. Harry stared at the body- Peter Pettigrew's - in shock. Beside him, he more felt than saw the others do the same. In his head, a conversation played out...

Flashback

"Pettigrew owes his life to you. You have sent Voldemort a deputy who is in your debt...When one wizard saves another wizard's life, it creates a certain bond between them... and I'm much mistaken if Voldemort wants his servant in the debt of Harry Potter."

"I don't want a connection with Pettigrew! He betrayed my parents!"

"This is magic at its deepest, its most impenetrable, Harry. But trust me... the time may come when you will be very glad you saved Pettigrew's life."

End Flashback

Voldemort threw Dawn aside like a rag doll, and turned his eyes towards Harry. Suddenly, he felt something- like an invisible hand - pull him towards Voldemort, and before he knew what happened, he was standing right in front of him.

"The game is over, Potter! This ends here, right now. A wizard's duel, you and me. I think we both know what the looser gets."

Harry's eyes narrowed. Voldemort backed a few steps. Harry did the same, neither taking their eyes of the other. Around them, the battle had stopped, everyone was watching the final showdown between Harry Potter and lord Voldemort. They all knew that who won would decide the outcome of the battle.

"And then we bow..." Voldemort hissed. Harry stared defiantly up at Voldemort.

"I SAID BOW!"

And just like in the cemetery, after the Triwizard tournament, Harry felt himself bow, having no control over his own body. Voldemort chuckled.

"That's better."

Then the duel began. Dark against light. Black against white. A boy against his mortal enemy.

'...And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...'

So the prophecy spoke. Tonight, it would be fulfilled, one way or another.

It went so fast. For a moment, it looked like Harry had an advantage, and in the next second, Voldemort was standing right beside Harry, whispering something in his ear, making his eyes widen. In the next second, Voldemort smiled. He lifted his wand.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

There was a blinding flash of green light, and a body hit the ground.

The boy-who-lived, lived no more.

"...HARRY!"

A/N: THE END! Just kidding. LOL. Seriously though, it's still five chaps left...I'm evil, aren't I? Hope you liked it - two updates in one day, not bad, eh? REVIEW lots, and I'll update ASAP!

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