It's A Slayerful Life.
Spoilers- BTVS: Everything up to and including S7 Chosen
HP: Up to and including Order of the Phoenix.
Disclaimer- Not mine! Not mine! Stop interrogating me! I told you they don't belong to me!
Note- There seems to be this pattern I have of taking an idea that has been done before and putting my own spin on it (I hope), its fun!
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Ginny let out a sigh of relief as she closed the door to the Burrow with barely a squeak behind her. After she and Ron had accompanied Harry to the Ministry, her mother had decided that having Ron and Ginny living at the Order's Headquarters had given them ideas. This summer she had restricted them solely to the Burrow and at least one visit to Diagon Alley for their school supplies, something that had Ron and Ginny protesting loudly.
They were, however, allowed to have Harry and Hermione over during the last two weeks of summer holidays. Mrs. Weasley had been reluctant to leave Harry in the presence of his aunt and uncle and considering that both Harry and Hermione were underage she thought it would be better to have them in the Burrow where she could protect them then have them unprotected in the non-wizarding world. Not matter what Dumbledore said; Mrs. Weasley refused to believe that Harry would be treated properly at Privet Drive. He was always so thin and depressed when he arrived at the Burrow and after the year he had just endured the Weasleys didn't want Harry to have to spend all summer with the people he reluctantly called his relatives.
This summer Mrs. Weasley had taken a smaller role in the Order so she could spend more time at the Burrow with her two children that remained at home. Unfortunately this had meant that Ginny and Ron had felt smothered from the over attention. To make it worse Ginny had been feeling antsy for a few weeks now, it was like she had an itch under her skin that she couldn't scratch. Not matter how much she played one on one quidditch with Ron, no matter how many times she flew until the sun went down, she still felt like energy was vibrating under her skin. It was so bad that most nights she couldn't sleep, sometimes the dark made it worse; like there was something she should be doing, like there was something that drew her to the darkness.
It was making her restless, a couple of times she had almost thumped Ron or her father because they had startled her. She had even thrown a glass at Fred and George when they had set off one of their prototype fireworks just outside the kitchen; somehow she had managed to throw the glass so that it hit Fred on the nose then rebounded and hit George directly between the eyes.
Ginny shaded her eyes as she watched the sun rise; she had decided to start running morning and night. Hermione had suggested it when Ginny had owled her with her problem. Hermione had promised that she would look into it, though with her limited resources she didn't think she would find much until they returned to Hogwarts. She thought that maybe it was some previously unknown wizarding side effect to growth spurts; she theorized that it may affect witches and wizards in different ways. Much to Hermione's amusement Ginny had joked that maybe that's why Ron ate so much.
Ginny rolled her shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had settled in them. She shook out her long slender limbs, rolling her head as she put herself through an easy warm up routine Katie Bell had shown her. Ginny's eyes narrowed as she felt prickles dance down her spine; her head snapped up, her sharp eyes searching the bushes. "Fred, George, come out of there."
The warm breeze rustled through the leaves in the trees and a lone bird sung. Ginny peered into the dense bush, unable to see anyone. She exhaled heavily, finishing her warm up. Her eyes swept the surrounding area, reassuring herself that there was no one watching her. She bounced lightly on her toes and flipped her long braided hair behind her. She started to jog in a wide circle around the Burrow, keeping her breathing steady.
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A dark scruffy man peered cautiously from around a tree, his crazed eyes watching the slender redhead as she quickly made her way around the strange looking house. A large demented grin permanently resided on his face, which was framed by his Einstein-esque hair. He looked down at the ring on his finger, he was glad he had worn it; it acted like an invisibility cloak. Her instincts were developing rapidly; she had sensed him even though he knew he had not made a sound to give himself away.
He pulled a dirty rag out of his pocket; coating it liberally with chloroform from a small bottle he had stashed in one of his various pockets. He and few colleagues had been lucky, they had been spared from the explosion that took the lives of the majority of the Watchers Council. God had spared them; he had spared them for a reason. They were to do his work; they were to do what was meant to be done. In the last decade the line had been perverted, it had been tainted. But now, now they had the chance to correct that. They were given the chance to return to the original goals, to fulfill the duty that they had sworn to.
Ezekiel crouched in preparation, visually tracking her as she looped around the house and came back towards the bushes in which he sheltered. He licked his lips as she drew closer and closer. His muscles tensed in anticipation. She was so close he could hear her steady puffs of breath. He lunged quickly out of the bushes, catching her by surprise. Before she could let out a cry of surprise he slapped the chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose, forcing her to inhale it.
Ezekiel grunted as the redhead struggled. Her flaying limbs struck out, hitting him around the head and legs, her struggles grew weak as the chloroform took effect. Her eyelids started to grow heavy. He let her slip out of his arms.
Ginny fell to the ground, blinking slowly. She stared up at the man that stood over her, her limbs heavy.
Ezekiel grinned down at her, kneeling to push a stray lock of hair out of her face. "You have been Chosen, my dear. You have a destiny. You have destiny and we are going to help you fulfill it. You are the Slayer."
"Wha…?" Ginny's throat was thick.
He put a finger to his lips. "Shh, sleep. We're going to take care of you; we're going to train you. Sleep, my Slayer, sleep."
"N-o, please."
Tears leaked uselessly from the sides of her eyes as darkness came to consume her.