Harry Potter and the Vampire Slayers

Chapter 49 – Last Battle.

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)

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.

Reviews respond:

Naitch03: Yeah, you'd think. But it will be explained in this chap.

korrd: 'Cause they're stupid? Seriously though,everything will be explained.

TriguetraWarrior: Happy you liked the talk and the explanation of the waiting-place!

Nininox: Yep, pretty buried. And just read on and you'll find out!

wackycavegirl: Ummm...I don't know. Maybe because the way Harry woke up was exactly like that? And no, I won't stop with the cliffies! I love writing them so much! LOL. As for the slap of my head...I can slap myself for you -slap- Ouch. Anyway, as for romance: This isn't really a romance fic - there are so many couples (a little too many) and so much else to write that I simply can't focus on the paitings as much as I'd like to. But I think overrall there has been romance, and there will be a little/lot (depends) of it in the Epilogue, 'kay?

The Lady Morgaine: Yeah...and now only the epilogue...feels weird. I mean, it feels like I'´ve been writing this story forever, y'know? And now when the trip's over...it's strange, but nice. It leaves me to focus on my other fic "Out of the Blue" and new projects. Possibly/Probably including that SW-fic we were talking about. Good, the world needs a balance between wacky and crazy people. LOL. Happy you liked wacky Dumbledore (isn't he just funny?) and maturing Harry. (And was there anyone but me that noticed his new sense of humor "soggy teacup" anyone? LOL)And I agree - Andrew is so funny (and his reaction when realising he is in the Star Wars-verse would be so amusing!)

Buffy-CrazyaboutAngel: Yep, Dumbledore got the shortest straw. Although you almost got your wish fulfilled. Almost. As for Harry being underground...well, you'll just have to read and see what happens.

Just Me: Well, you won't have to wait long!

Katrina Marie Pace: Read and find out! (But you know,layers of thickness takes a while to get rid off. -wink-)

SiriusSpikeLover: Thanks! And yeah, you'd think...

EmmieLou555 (ch 1): Answer sent off in a nice little e-mail.

Vld: -Blink- I agree with you on everything, except Buffy turning dark and start fighting her friends. Just can't see that happening. (At least not in this fic) And who ever said Harry was pulled out of Heaven? He was in the waiting-place, i.e. the foggy, soggy place with likeness to Trelawney's teacups in Divination.

Papa Wheelie: I proved you wrong? Oh, yay! -Does Snoopy-dance-

Zantac the Barbarian: Hmm...I didn't think he sounded like Spike...far from it...but maybe he was a bit slangy. That was kind of the point - to get us to see the crazy/funny/not wise/not mature side of our late Headmaster. And I do have a beta.

Technocratic Sith Lord: Well, you'll just have to read on, eh? Butit isn't completely like Buffy - Harry never got to Heaven, so things shouldn't/won't be as painful.

Moony's Mate: You'll just have to read and see whether or not it will tramautise poor Harry!

Kat: Thank you so much for your very long, and very complimenting review! (You made me blush) I know I tended/tends to use a bit dialogue sometimes - it's a fault I have that I have been working a lot on to stop. And in the beginning I didn't have a beta either, so thatis probably the reason toall the spelling/grammar mistakes. However, I am so glad you think I got/get better and better - it is the best compliment a author/authoress can get from someone - that we develops. That we grow with our writing and slowly change it into something better. I am so glad you think I manged to handle the character amount and stick with canon - I was terrified when I begun - I thought I had gotten in way over my head, because there were so many characters, and I didn't get to focus as much on the couples (again too many) as I would have liked to. But reading that you think I handled it well, really warms my heart. James is one of my favourite's too (in fact, all the marauders (minus Wormtail) and Lily are) and I'm happy you don't think the reason they're back is weird and wacky and unrealistic. And don't we all love Sirius' commenting? As for Dawn - yeah, she finally got to play that big part. And it is still not too late for her to tell Harry about her feelings. As for her powers - yes, she did flicker in and out and that released a lot of the key's energy, mostly into the spell and the amount of energy that would be needed (all of it) to bring Harry back, although not all of it went to waste. Dawn's energy will be easier to get access to - the ritual opened up that little block in her that kept her from using the entire key's power. It will be mentioned in the epilogue. Although this isn't all good, which will also be explained. And I will definitely keep writing after this. I am currently writing "Out of the Blue" - it has been written andpublishedalongside most of this story, and is another HP/BTVS crossover, although it takes place in the marauders era and its to main-characters are Buffy and Remus. That story will be aproximately eighty chapters, (35 is published) and then it will be followed up with at least two sequels. It is the storyI ammost proud of, and the only story that has been carefullyplanned from the beginning.I have finished another crossover, called "Buffy, the Witchy Vampire Slayer" and although it begins good (I had big plans for it) the rest is not so admirable. It does kind of suck. And I will begin another story soon as well (A HP-one), called "The Return of the Hero" - the first four chaps are written, and the rest planned out. I also have plans for a story taking place after the HBP (although I have a lot to plan before I even begin writing it) and I might also write a Star Wars-crossover with a friend. So you don't have to worry I'll stop writing. At all. AndI hope to hear from you again in a review for one of my other stories!

Thanks to:

Trench Mouth

...my beta - Charmed Chick

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...In a small cemetery, a buried corpse slowly transformed back into a functional body, and Harry opened his eyes with a gasp.

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Dawn sighed as she looked around the Great Hall. Most of the students had left after the death of Dumbledore, which they couldn't really explain unless they told everyone about the ritual. The official word was that he had died of old age.

It had all been for nothing. Dumbledore had died for nothing. Harry hadn't returned. As soon as Dumbledore had fallen, they had all waited for Harry to pop out of nowhere. That hadn't happened. So that's when Buffy had gotten the idea he might be in his grave. So they had hurried to the cemetery, watching, listening for anything that might be a sign of Harry being alive. There hadn't been any. Mad-Eye had even looked with the help of his magical eye through the grass and earth, and through the coffin...but nothing. Harry's body was remaining still, rotting, and lifeless. The ritual had failed.

Dawn would never forget the look on everyone's faces as they realized this. That Harry had not returned. That Dumbledore was gone also, and they were all alone to defend the world against Voldemort. This had been six months ago. Ever since, the Wizarding World had fallen. When Voldemort got word that his last true feared enemy - Dumbledore - was gone, he hadn't wasted any time. Britain was burning. The people were dying. And sooner or later the time would come when Voldemort came to conquer Hogwarts at last. And Dawn knew the odds were against them.

Not soon after Dawn had let that thought cross her mind, the castle suddenly started shaking.

It seemed like sooner or later was waiting on the doorstep.

She listened as Buffy and McGonagall ordered the youngest students up to their dorm. The older refused to listen. The only people that remained in the school were those who wished to fight. All others had left. And those who remained were now clearly getting ready to go to war...and face an almost certain death. Still, their jaws were set in determination, as they stood, wands at the ready, facing the doors leading out to the Hogwarts grounds. And Voldemort.

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Harry gasped and slowly felt how he started to panic. He felt numb. He couldn't breath. The coffin in which he was confined in was barely big enough to store him, let alone someone moving. Somehow though, he managed to get his arms to move, flaring around wildly as he felt for something - anything - that would help him get out. He did. His wand, the only thing in the coffin (except himself) that had not yet crumbled under the rules of nature. Magic had kept it preserved. He gripped it tightly in his right hand, and lifted it, and sent of a Reducto-curse, blasting the roof of the coffin into pieces, making dirt and splinters fall down on him, threatening to bury him.

Harry was not going to let that happen. With fierce determination, he sat up, and clawed himself upwards, trying to ignore the fall of more dirt and stones, which threatened to bury him again if he happened to loose his grip.

With strength he didn't know he had, he somehow managed to get up that last bit that was separating Harry from solid ground. After he got up, he fell down on his back, panting heavily from the effort. He had never been so glad to feel solid ground under his body in his whole life. He was back.

After he had caught his breath, and cleared his mind and sorted through all the thoughts that crossed it, he sat up and looked around. He got sight of his gravestone, and felt cold creep up through his veins. It was wrong. It shouldn't be there. It didn't mean anything anymore. He narrowed his eyes, and with another Reducto-curse he blasted the stone into thousands of pieces. He felt oddly satisfied by this simple action.

Harry looked down on himself. He was dressed in the green dress robes that he had purchased along with his parents in Hogsmeade one weekend.

He sighed and took in his surroundings. He was in an unfamiliar place, and Harry knew he didn't want to stay here for much longer. He felt an urgent need to get to Hogwarts. Why, he didn't know, but he must. He frowned. He didn't really know how though. He guessed he could fly as a Griffin, but he felt he was running out of time...like he wouldn't get there quickly enough if he did fly.

He frowned again. Maybe a portkey? But then again, he didn't know how to make one. If he wasn't careful, he might end up in the Bahamas. Not that the Bahamas was a bad place, but it was not the place to which he needed to go. At least not right now.

He frowned for the third time that evening. Did he dare do it? He had read about the theory...and it certainly couldn't be that hard? Or could it? He closed his eyes. It was worth a try. He pictured he was standing on the Hogwarts grounds. Looking up at the castle. Something was egging him onin the back of his head...an annoying voice saying that it was impossible to apparate in and out of Hogwarts...but he tried to ignore it. Maybe...if he tried really hard...

CRACK!

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Harry landed a little wobbly on the legs. That experience was not something he wanted to try again. Ever. He opened his eyes and gasped. He was standing right beside Hagrid's hut. It was on fire. He could see his fellow students, friends and family dueling for their lives. And dead or unconscious bodies were sprawled across the ground.

Nobody seemed to have noticed him. Everyone was too busy holding their own. And for that, Harry was grateful. He didn't need Voldemort to know he was back until he was standing with his wand pointed at his throat.

Slowly, he moved forwards. Towards the middle of the battle. He was silently praying that nobody would notice him. Somehow, someone, somewhere must have heard him, because he got only metrs away from his mortal enemy before he was noticed.

Buffy, Angel, Illyria, Spike, Faith, Lily, James, Sirius, Remus and Amy had all been fighting Voldemort, distracting him. Unfortunately, Amy, Sirius, Remus and Spike had all been taken out, by either stunners, blood-loss or other means. Luckily, none of them had died.

Suddenly, Harry heard a sharp intake of breath from the people surrounding him.

"It's Harry Potter!"

"He's alive!"

"He's come to save us!"

Buffy, Angel, Illyria, Faith, Lily and James all turned to look at Harry, disbelief written all over their features. But Voldemort's expression was the most amusing. The man went all white, and he was actually gawking at the boy-who-can't-seem-to-bloody-die, before he shut his mouth with a snap and his red eyes narrowed to slits in anger.

"So you continue to be a thorn in my side, Potter." He spat. "How is it that you manage to stand here, alive, when I know for a fact that I killed you a year ago?"

Harry got a wicked smile on his lips.

"All thanks to you, actually. Did it ever occur to you that that ritual of yours could be used by someone other than yourself?"

Voldemort looked surprised for a moment, before he sneered again.

"Didn't think so," Harry quipped.

"It doesn't matter, Potter," Voldemort spat. "I have killed you once, and I can - will - do it again."

"We'll see about that," Harry said through gritted teeth, lifting his wand.

The spectators had all stopped to watch Harry and Voldemort duel. They all were in too much shock to do anything. Voldemort cast the first curse, and Harry easily blocked it.

For several minutes, the two dueled furiously, although it was more Voldemort dueling, and Harry blocking. Suddenly, he was hit with a disarming charm.

Voldemort laughed.

"So it ends again, Potter! Although I must say I'm impressed. This was a much better attempt than your last one. But it will end the same."

Harry narrowed his eyes. Not if he had anything to say about it.

He lifted his hand, and set off a wandless stunner. Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise for a moment. His eyes narrowed as the stunner made an impact on his shield. It had been powerful.

"So you can do wandless magic, can you, Potter?" He spat. "This is certainly a surprise." His lips curled up in a sneer.

"But it does make you a worthy opponent. To some degree."

They started to duel again. This time, Harry had a little better luck, and even managed to get in a hit or two. The only fault was that Voldemort managed to hit him more than twice. Thankfully, not with anything fatal.

It went quick. No one really knew how it had happened. Harry had just hit Voldemort with a leg-locker-curse when Harry suddenly fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Voldemort had somehow shot off another curse at the same time...a soundless Cruciatus curse.

Harry's entire body was on fire. He hurt. Everywhere. The pain was awful. Worse than anything he'd ever felt. He watched dizzily as Voldemort broke Harry's curse on him, and started to put more and more power, more and more malice in the painful curse.

Then Harry heard voices. His friends, family, screaming his name. That they knew he would win. That he would succeed. That they believed in him - That they loved him. Harry was grabbed in a fierce determination. He was not going to let red-eyes win. Not like this. He hadn't been brought back and been granted a second chance by the PTB's only to die again, and waste the chance...again. With a power he didn't know he had, he rolled away from Voldemort, away from the curse, and stood up.

Out of nowhere, Fawkes the phoenix appeared in a burst of flame, a sword in his beak, dropping it in front of Harry's feet...The sword of Gryffindor. Harry bent down to pick it up, and as he gripped it, he felt new power float into his veins, warming his limbs.

Harry knew this would end here, tonight. Voldemort would die, one way or another. And it seemed like fates had picked the way for him. He charged at Voldemort, only to find his sword blocked by another. A sharp blade, it's handle dressed in Slytherin-green stones, and a painted snake. The sword of Slytherin.

Suddenly, Harry felt a sense of Dejá vu - like a battle like this had taken place once before, with the same swords, but two different people using them. In his mind's eye, Harry got sight of a man, standing proud, dressed in red and gold, and his opponent, a man with a sneer on his face, his body dressed in a green and silver robe. Just as quick as the picture had come, it disappeared, and Harry was again standing face to face with Voldemort, swords pressed to each other.

Voldemort sneered.

"You think you can take me out with a sword? I think that I am a better swordsman than you - what makes you think I will be defeated?"

Harry's emerald eyes blazed fiercely with power and determination as he met Voldemort's eyes proudly, no sign of doubt to be seen anywhere in those green depths.

"I don't think you can be defeated - I know you can."

And with that, Harry moved his sword away from Voldemort's, making him stumble forwards as his sword no longer met a resistance. This was what Harry had waited for. He swung the sword of Gryffindor in a wide arch towards his enemy, cutting Voldemort's head of.

As it rolled to the ground, Harry could clearly see shock written in Voldemort's dead features and lifeless eyes.

Harry dropped his sword to the ground, sinking down to his knees, watching, as Voldemort's head and the rest of his body seemed to catch fire and started to smoke, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes and clothing were he once laid.

"You were not immortal, Tom," he mumbled. "And now you never will be."

And with that, the boy-who-lived let himself fall into oblivion, his mind gratefully blank.

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A/N: Puh, the end! Only the epilogue left! I hope you liked it, and if you wonder why Harry turned up a half-year after the ritual was performed, it was because time travels quicker on Earth than in the "dead-dimension", and even if Dumbledore and Harry's talk onlywere afew (let's say six) minutes for them, for those on Earth, it was several (six) months. Hope that explains it! And I just want to say thank you for all your lovely reviews! They are much appreciated - keep 'em coming!

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