Well, no one reviewed. I feel sad. Not too sad though, which lead me to believe I still have some semblance of sanity. Still, a review or two would be nice. Even if you just say 'This is dumb!'. Anyway, don't own BtVS or HP, not making any money by this.

Parallel Lines Converge in the Distance

She was dreaming. She was sitting on a park bench, in the afternoon sunlight. She was wearing her winter robes, despite the summer scenery, but didn't feel hot. Suddenly, a host of teenage girls began to appear around her. Some sat on other benches around hers, some on the edge of a fountain before her, and others stood on the gravel path between them. They were dressed in all manners of clothes, from modern pants and shirts to full skirts in a range of historical fashions, and some in native garb from varying cultures. Suddenly one saw her and broke into a huge grin. She wore a neat pair of jeans and a simple blue tee shirt, and came to sit beside her on the bench.

"Hermione! You figured out how it works!"

Hermione looked at her in confusion, "Er, pardon, but how what works? And who are all of you?"

The girl laughed. "Oh, sorry. Of course you don't recognize us, though we know you. The ring. You figured out how to work it."

Hermione still stared at her, lost. She smacked herself on the forehead and laughed.

"Sorry again. My brain ain't with me today. I'm Addy. Addenya Galeni Hildisson, I believe I wrote in the letter. These some of the past Slayers. They all wanted to come, but obviously we wouldn't all fit in one room."

Hermione's jaw dropped, "The last Slayer? But how is this happening?"

Another girl, a brunette dressed in tight leather, laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the fountain. "Obviously, the ring, H. Oh, I'm Faith by the way. Slayer, 96'-98'."

Hermione nodded. "How do you do?"

"Five by five, H."

A dark skinned girl sighed. "She says that a lot. I'm Kendra, her predecessor. I found the ring. How did you get it to work? It never did a ting for me."

"Well now, it wouldn't, would it?" a fourth girl asked. She was standing to Hermione's left. Everyone stopped to look at her. She was wearing a soft leather dress, embossed with dark blue symbols. She nodded to Hermione.

"Gryffindor, I presume?"

Hermione nodded. "How did you know?"

"I was, too. The Hat considered Slytherin, but it decided on Gryffindor. Guess it saw a piece of what would happen to me." The girl smiled sadly.

"I'm Achira. I was the Slayer for nearly five years in the sixth century AD. Unfortunately, when I had my final battle, it didn't end. I was changed but the vampire I lost to, and the demon that stole my body ravaged Europe for over a thousand years. I have to thank you again, Kendra, from freeing me from that. I was trapped, dead but unable to continue on to the afterlife. You freed me." Achira stopped, then continued, "Anyway, I got the ring from my watcher, a Roman. He had gotten it in Egypt, from a the tomb of a female mummy."

"That was me," a heavily accented voice interjected. "I was much revered by the pharaoh. When I was killed fighting 'an incarnation of Set', he had me mummified and enshrined. The ring was made for me by one of the high priests. I never had a watcher, but the priests kept track of me, helped me and such. But the ring, while I could feel its power, never did this."

Achira nodded. "Yes. Kendra, Faith, and Addenya felt the power, but could not use it. But that's because you're muggles. Hermione and I, on the other hand, are witches. I don't know what spell you used, but this happened to me when I ordered it to reveal its secrets."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, that's exactly what I used."

"The effect will last beyond this, I think. One or two of us will be able to visit you while you're awake."

A slight blonde girl laughed. "I think I missed out on something cool here. I could've used some pointers in the field."

Addenya snorted. "Oh, yeah right. Dude, you were slayer for, like, 5 years. You should be the one giving pointers."

"Five years?" Hermione asked, looking at her modern muggle clothes. "If Addy was last, and Faith and Kendra came before her, and each of them made it as long as they did, when did you exist?"

The blonde laughed, "I'm Buffy. I'm recently deceased. Just last spring, in fact."

Hermione shook her head, "How is that?"

Buffy sighed. "Well, I did die my second year in the business, but my friend Xander brought me back with good old CPR after the Master drowned me."

"Wait, how did your friend know?"

A new girl called, from her position lying on the grass in the sun, "Because Buffy, here, threw the Watcher codes to the wind. She had a group of friends to help her along with her Watcher."

Hermione looked back at Buffy. "Yeah, its true. Will and Xander, Oz and Tara, Cordy and Anya, even Riley and Angel. I don't know about you, but I credit my long career to them."

She looked seriously at Hermione, "How old are you?"

"15," Hermione answered softly.

"I'm telling you, if you want to make it to your graduation and beyond, you need a good trusted friend or two alongside you and your Watcher."

"But Professor McGonagall said I wasn't allowed to tell anyone." Hermione argued.

Faith laughed, "Screw the Watchers."

Kendra and India looked shocked and Buffy shook her head, "No, your Watcher is the most important person in your Slayer life. Faith had a bad time with them, but most of us get along nicely."

Faith rolled her eyes. "Says the girl who quit the Council."

"Definite distinction there," India pointed out. "Kit was nice. He loved his precious Watchers' Council, but when they sent me after Quen'taj Xenlys, he tried to get me not to go."

Addenya nodded in agreement. "Daniel always said 'The Council is a bunch of old men in England. They aren't here. They aren't the Slayer, you are.'"

Buffy smiled. "Giles was a good one. The Council fired him for caring about me too much. From then on, there was no love lost between me and them. I did briefly join them again, last year, but all they could tell me about my final opponent was that she was a goddess.

"So anyway, tell a friend or two. How about those two we saw you with tonight? You looked all close. Kudos on the fighting, by the by."

Hermione smiled, "Yes, I think I will. Harry would understand, he's had someone trying to kill him for his whole life. And Ron will think its cool, even though its not."

"Pardon?" Faith yelled. "You're the frickin' Slayer, girl. The Chosen One. You are the coolest person alive."

Addenya and Buffy nodded reluctantly. India elaborated, "You have a great gift to society. And of all the people in history, alive today, or yet to be born, you are one of the few who know that, however short you life will be from this point, you made a difference."

Suddenly the sunny park began to fade. The girls began to disappear. "What's happening?" Hermione cried.

"Not to worry," a voice called through the soft light around her. "You're just waking up. See you later."