A/N: Just to make it clear this is not a Scoobies go to Hogwarts story. This is meant to be dark and The Wizards and The Scoobies are not gonna be best friends but not mortal enemies. Each group is gonna still not really be able to trust one another even if they find out the truth so they'll keep each other at arms length. Ok?
Also I couldn't remember if Macnair got arrested or not so I just put him in anyway!
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling.
Chapter Ten Breath.
Mist swept over a large grave yard, it was evening dusk and the grave stones sent out forebodingly sinister vibes. A cloaked woman hastily ran across the dewy grass, away from a large hill with a stormy black manner placed upon it.
The woman stopped abruptly almost tripping over her long robes. She straitened up and took a large intake of breath before disappearing with a reverberating crack.
Bellatrix Lestrange arrived a few moments later outside a set of black gates, behind which sat a large house 'The Malfoy Manner'.
She lent forwards uttering a password, the gates swung open and she was soon striding up the path and ringing the doorbell.
A broad shouldered Death Eater by the name of Macnair was the person who answered the door and ushered Bellatrix into the unwelcoming drawing room, where Narcissa Malfoy was standing at the front of five Death Eaters about to start the meeting.
"Ahh Bella nice to see you. Please do sit down," Narcissa said offering Bella a seat.
"Now that we are all here I will start the meeting properly. As you all know the Dark Lord has been taking an interest in slayers. He is afraid that they may team up with the ministry and Dumbledore's lot. This theory was stumped by the Dark Lord's genius idea to have Bella here, interfere with the sorting hats song with a 'warning,'"
Narcissa stopped to allow the Death Eaters a little applause.
"He also told a spy inside the ministry to tip the Minister of about the 'evil' slayers he sent out a team to catch them however they were unsuccessful. The Dark Lord is now asking us to kill them. We have a spy in the Watchers Council under the imperious curse he has tipped us of where the slayers inner circle is now. We are to go there now and we shall fight."
The Death Eaters cheered, rising from their seats and disappeared in eight load cracks.
It had been almost week since Dawn and Faith were attacked by ominous robed men. And the weather had changed for the worse rain lashed out against the newly installed windows. Hale stones pounded against the roof.
On Thursday morning the Scoobies (Angel, Spike and Giles aside) found themselves traipsing around a little square with cute cafes and dinky ice cream vans. Upon realisation that today it wasn't raining or hailing the Scoobies had decided a shopping trip was in order.
This had been a bad idea as it may not have been raining but the wind wasn't much worse, it bit against their exposed hands and sent their coats flapping open.
"I think there might be a table in that place, it looks preety empty," Xander shouted over the howling winds.
All six of them made their way over to the secluded little restaurant. Suddenly Eight cracks sounded around them, they were surrounded by more robed figures this time wearing ugly distorting masks.
"Oh shit," Faith winced.
"I agree," Buffy said from her right ear. The Scoobies had formed a back to back circle and were now glancing from masked man to masked man.
"We are here to kill the slayers and anyone who stands in are way," A woman's voice hissed.
"Well then I'm sorry we aren't any slay…" Buffy's monolog was cut of by the woman shouting the words "Avada cadavra"
000
Giles was sitting in his plush office enjoying a nice cup of tea. He had his favourite song by Cat Power on repeat, the slow jazz melody proving to be a great soother to his nerves. When the door burst open and in came a dishevelled Buffy.
"That is it we are going to England now! That's the second attack and probably not the last!" Buffy shouted her face streaked from the assassin like wind.
"Buffy calm down what happened did these people attack again?" Giles asked.
"Well some wizards did, but they said they served the Dark Lord, Voldemort and only him!"
"Voldemort are you sure?"
"Yes, why?"
"Voldemort is one of the darkest wizards ever to walk this earth. He supposedly died sixteen years ago and seems to now be back. Buffy the wizarding world must be at war with him right now and if we are on his death list then we are in grave danger."
"No matter how hard we try we are part of this war now. We must leave for England we need to talk to the Ministry and try to explain because otherwise we will not only be on Voldemort's death list but the whole wizarding communities."
Buffy swallowed "we need to tell the others, meeting in the dining room."
Hours later with much explanations and theories shared, the Scoobies still sat at the dining room table debating their fates.
"So it's decided we're going to England this Saturday?" Willow asked nervously.
"Yeah I think that's all we can do. I mean we can't just let this war fly over our heads pretending to be oblivious to it. These people want us dead and we don't even know why although I kinda am starting to want them dead to," Buffy said.
"Back to the mother country it is then," Lola said after a brief silence.
"Hay I was gonna say that you beat me to it!" Xander said mock angrily.
"Careful luv you wouldn't want to start thinking like the whelp…if you can call it thinking," Spike said a fag hanging out the side of his mouth rather unattractively.
Lola glared at him for a few seconds before bursting into a wide smile soon followed by unrestrained laughter. Xander sulked silently.
Dusk had fallen and the grey canvas of sky was now sheltering Cleveland, every so often a glimmer of a star braking out of the drab atmosphere. Angel was not in any mood to sleep or watch the telly, so had settled for reading at his nice and big oak desk.
He shuffled over to it trying to squeeze his bulky form through the gap between the desks edge and the wall. He gave an extra shove and slid through knocking down a large pile of papers. They slipped of the desk and waltzed to the carpet spreading out to reveal their secrets.
Angel bent down ignoring the spread sheets and doodling's he picked up a brightly coulered card the bold words hit him like a truck.
X-ray vision, invisibility, accessibility to sunlight, disappearing and reappearing and all NEW fly for a day!
Do you want to be the superhero of you're town? Then come to Justin's Jet set on Warwick Avenue.
Other worldly beings welcomed at all times.
Angel gripped the card tightly trying to calm his racing mind it's probably a joke but what if it's not I'll get back the one thing I miss about being human and so will Spike.
He swallowed and set of for Buffy's room.
Reflection.
The sun may set and rise:
But we contrariwise
Sleep after one short light
One everlasting night.
Sir Walter Raleigh.