So much for your opinions swaying me to the other side! I've got about 50/50 on the

houses and the pairings! Except for Angel. He still is history until possibly the 15th ch.

because she needs to have a stable relationship with one of the characters first if I even

think of bringing him in. Also, the housing was half and half too! Some say it would be

better for her to be in Gryff, because it would make it easy for a Harry/Buffy fic. Then,

there are people who want tension between the sistas, so they want Buff to be in Slyth.!

I'm confused now more than ever, so I guess I'll just write and see where I end up. Also,

if you see lyrics in the beginnings of some chapters, it's because I love lyrics and will use

them whenever possible. I don't care if you don't like it, I do! *sticks out tounge*.

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Less Than Jake

She's Gonna Break Soon:

She's gonna break soon

With so many problems in her life

It really comes as no surprise

She's gonna break soon

She's gonna break

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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, but it took me a while to get through this

chapter because I got some complaints saying my chapters were too short. I'm happy to

say this one is more than twice as long as the others. ; )

Chapter 3: Make-Over Magic

Buffy got up and went over to the girl who had appeared in the middle of the

room. She had dark brown hair, the same as hers before she'd dyed it, but Hermione's

was a whole lot frizzier. Their eyes were the same, full of a fire, only her sisters was still

pent up while hers had been let loose.

"Hello, I'm Hermione." she said after evaluating her the same way Buffy had

done to her.

"I'm Buffy."

"Buffy? I thought you were Anne."

"Na. My adoptive parents call me Buffy Summers." Buffy held out her hand, and

then waited for the reluctant teen before her to shake it. Eventually Hermione grabbed

her hand. Buffy didn't understand why, but she had a feeling that this girl didn't trust

her. Like there was something that Hermione thought she was hiding.

"Well," *she's nervous* Buffy thought, "would you like to come into my room

until Mr. Weasly is finished speaking to my parents?" she didn't know why, but this girl

totally reminded her of Willow, only with way different hair.

"Alright, let's go." she replied to the offer, and let Hermione lead her to her room.

Buffy entered the most plain and normal room that she could imagine. The walls

were white, not off-white, just a brilliant white. A brown ceiling fan and light hung in

the middle of the room, and there was nothing on the walls. The room was small, and a

six foot desk with a computer on it all but took over one entire wall. A bed took over

another, and so did a large dresser and night stand. A closet was the only decoration on

the last one. There was also only one window, and there weren't any trinkets, save the

two things on the dresser; a picture of Hermione with two guys (apparently Harry and

Ron) and also a card collection book that said 'Frog Cards' on it. If it was possible, this

room made Buffy feel even more uncomfortable and trapped than the last.

"Please sit down," she said, and Buffy obeyed.

"Is one of those guys your boyfriend?" Buffy asked, pointing at the picture.

"Ya, Ron, the red-head, is. We got together this Summer, and the other guy is

Harry. Do you have a boyfriend?" that question. It was so softy spoken, so nonchalant,

and it was the question that cracked her reality. That created this black whole of a heart

that she had left. It made her blood run cold from lack of such creature. From her lack

of Angel. From lack of her love, first and forever. She was surprised when her answer

came out so easily.

"No, I just had a really bad break-up. We'd been going out for two years when he

became a jerk and, well, we don't need to talk about it. Anyways, is the whole witchcraft

thing easy, I mean I'm what, six years behind." she said, trying to lighten the mood, or at

least her mood.

"You will catch up, it's hard, but if you are anything like me it will become

simple after a while."

"So, you're a brain. That's cool. I have a friend back in Sunnydale who's a total

brainiac with the witchy stuff. The only thing that I can do is read people's minds

sometimes when I really try to." Buffy said, telling Hermione the ability that she had

somehow gotten after she'd killed the judge. She hadn't told anyone yet, she was too

afraid of what it might mean that she had gotten a demonic power.

"Telepathic, wow, that's genius. You could help us out when any death eaters

come after Harry again." Hermione's eyes sparkled as she said it. Obviously this Harry

meant a lot to her, and so was protecting him.

"What's a death eater, and what would they want with Harry?" she asked,

suddenly interested in this boy and why people were out to get him. Hermione dived into

Harry's story, telling Buffy how they had stopped Voldemort five times and how they

barely escaped each time. She found it ironic that he had lived, and she had died. They

were opposites, and Buffy couldn't help but feel that the entire situation with her parents

had been so that she could get to Harry, to help him fight the forces of darkness.

They were both so wrapped up in talking to each other that they jumped three

inches off o the bed when they heard a knock at the door. Mr. Weasly opened the door at

Hermione's 'come in', and walked in.

"We are leaving in about ten minutes, so be sure your both packed." he said, then

left again. Buffy looked down at her clothes, and realized she hated them.

"Would you like to change before we leave?" Hermione asked, noticing that

Buffy was pulling at her shirt. Buffy nodded and asked where she could change.

"The closet is walk in, so you can change in there." she said while packing up

some things from her desk.

Buffy went into the closet that was full of... books. It was like n entire room all

its own, and less than a third o it held her clothes and shoes. As she read five of the

titles, she realized that all of the books were on monsters and magic. *wow, Giles would

be soo jealous*. She rummaged through her bag until she found her black leather pants,

black tee, and black combat boots. She looked at her jewelry, and found her Celtic cross

that Angel had given her. Also on the chain was the ring, the one that he had given her

on her seventeenth birthday. She quickly put everything (including the necklace) on and

emerged out of the closet.

"All set." she said.

"Um. That is a different outfit. Why are you wearing that?" she said in awe.

"It matches my personality. Plus, from what you say, I only have two more days

to wear normal clothes. I mine as well wear this stuff now. Hey, I could totally change

your look today! It would be so cool!" she said, wanting to bond with this girl more than

anything because she was her only friend, and she wanted to be thought of as a comrade

too. Actually, more than a comrade, a sister.

"I do not really think that I would look good in anything you have, plus we only

have about five minutes left..."

"Plenty of time. Just shut up and come over here so I can see what your size is..."

she grabbed Hermione's hand, and with both of them giggling, they rushed into the closet

for the make-over.

When Hermione came out of the closet looking like a different person. With

perfectly straight hair and red leather pants with a white tank, she really was Buffy's

twin. Looking at the mirror on the back of the door, she said only one thing.

"Wicked."

"It's time girls, dissapparate to the bookstore. That's where you're meeting Ron

and Harry. Go back to the Burrow after you're done shopping. We're expecting you no

later than six!" Mr. Weasly called through the door, then the voice left with an abrupt

popping noise.

"Ready 'Mione?"

"Ready Buff. Just grab my hand and I'll do the rest."

"Ok." Buffy said, holding her sisters hand and feeling a sudden lurch in her

stomach as she felt like she was thrown foreword. Before she could say 'wizard' she was

standing in a crowded street with a whole bunch of people in robes around them.

"Do I really look ok?" Hermione asked, becoming self conscious.

"You look, what was that word? Oh, ya, wicked. You look wicked." Buffy said,

trying to mimic Hermione's accent.

"Alright, let's go find Ron and Harry." Buffy was lead through the crowd to a

bookstore. Once inside all of the heads turned and stared at the two. Buffy controlled

her blush, while Hermione resembled a tomato.

"They aren't here yet. Just look around until they get here." Hermione said,

drifting to a section of the store labeled 'advanced sorcery'. *well that's not for me*

Buffy went to the 'Demon' section instead.

Looking through the different books, she found one named 'Chosen: A Biography

of Each Slayer'. Buffy read the back 'Although it is considered 'controversial' whether

the Slayer exists or not, you are holding in your hands several documentaries from each

person that I believe to be a Slayer. These are in my records, and they were all the proof

I needed to be convinced. I hope you too will see the truth while reading my work.'

Flipping open the book to the contents, she looked at some of the names on the list of

Slayers. 'Haley Waters, Madison Creel, Kristen Greer, Beth Mckay, Allyson Turner,

Buffy Summers, Kendra Allania, Faith Brookson. (italicized names are those who are

now called and in action)' Buffy almost laughed. So much for a secret identity in the

world of 'let's publish everything that's supposed to be a secret'. She decided she'd buy

it, wondering what would be written about her in it.

She was looking for about ten minutes when she saw another book that caught her

attention. An Angelic Face. On the cover was a picture of Angel. The left side of his

face was normal, almost human, while the other was his demonic side, with fangs

showing at the sides. Buffy's hand automatically went to her necklace, but dropped back

down as if ashamed by the memories.

"Who is that?" Hermione asked, she was standing right behind Buffy.

"My ex." was Buffy's reply.

"What?"

"Don't feel like talking about it, maybe later," as if by a miracle a spot of red

appeared in the doorway, "Oh, isn't that Ron, your boyfriend?" Thank goodness. If she

would have had to answer that question she would have straight up cried and lost it.

"Harry! Ron! We're over here!" Hermione shouted, noticing the red hair too.

"Hermione, bloody hell, you look wicked. Who's this?" Ron asked.

"Oh, you know how I told you that I had a sister who lived in America? Well,

this is her. She just came this morning and is going to go to Hogwarts with us. Isn't that

wonderful. She did this make-over on me. You really like it?" she asked.

"It looks fantastic." Ron and Harry said simultaneously. Ron bent down and

kissed Hermione.

"Not again." Harry said. The couple was staring into each others eyes like they

were hypnotized.

"Ugh. I seriously need a blindfold. Oh, by the way, I'm Buffy Summers." she

said, holding out her hand.

"Harry Potter. Nice to meet you. You want to go get a butterbeer? They won't

be out of that phase for a while." he said, jabbing his thumb in Hermione's direction.

"Sounds good." she yelled to Hermione, "I'm going with Harry, meet up with ya

later!" after what she thought was a nod Buffy paid for her two books and left with Harry.

They were walking along when suddenly a hand purposely hit Buffy's backside and she

heard a bunch of snickers behind her. She whipped around and saw a younger version of

Spike smirking at her, his eyebrows raised.

"Don't make a scene. That's Draco Malfoy, and his dad's a deatheater. He's

trouble, so just stay away." Harry warned after seeing what Draco had done, but Buffy

wouldn't listen. She marched right up to Draco, murder in her eyes.

"You want to try that again?" she asked.

"What?" he asked, surprised that she had come back to say something to him.

"I said, would you like to touch my ass again?" she paused a second, and when

there was no reply, she said, "Well, since that's a no, you should try keeping your hands

to yourself. Got that sparky?"

"No, I don't think I do, Yankee. You're just another fan of Potter's. I'd watch it

if I were you." he got up in her face, and she punched him. Just like that. It wasn't that

he really deserved to be smacked like that, it was just that the whole thing about Angel

and being in England with no one else, and ya. All of that pent up anger was unleashed

in one hit.

"What the bloody hell was that?" he asked, his nose bloody.

"It's called making a fist and hitting people with it. We Yankees call it a punch,

and unless you want me to do it again, you'd better shut up. Come on Harry, let's go."

she said, and Harry (who had been standing behind Buffy the whole time) left the scene

with her to go get a drink, wondering how Hermione could be related to such a beautiful

woman with such a short fuse.

A/N: I have not chosen pairings, but I have chosen the house Buffy is going to be in and...

It's gonna be shown during the next chapter. Thank you for the reviews, and if you have

any problems, blame someone else, not me. Never me! Anyways, I know my jokes suck,

but R&R still. Tell me if it's starting to suck! And also tell me if it was long enough this

time! LOL!!! And also I won't be updating for maybe five days. Sorry!