Draco Malfoy

"Ugh! It is not meant for me to see the beginning of this show! I've seen this episode four times, but every time I come in during the theme song!" Blaise complained.

We were sitting on my bed, watching TV, and eating animal crackers to celebrate our last day of freedom. Tomorrow we'd be on the train to Hogwarts. Blaise is my best friend, and every year he spends the night at my house on the day before school starts so we can catch the train together.

I had just changed the channel to see the newest episode of Wiz-Kidz of the Future, and the theme song had just come on. "Have you really seen this four times without seeing the beginning?" I questioned.

"Yes! Can you believe my luck?" Blaise screamed, frustrated.

Somehow, I couldn't believe this. Blaise has a history of exaggerating a bit when he's upset. He's probably only seen it twice. "So…what happens?" I asked since I'd never seen it before.

"Well, Liam and Lila have this big fight because Lila was caught by Liam kissing Maurice--"

"I knew they liked each other!" I screamed before I could stop myself.

"Yeah, well Liam hated it. He got so, so made at her, and now they aren't speaking. Meanwhile, Ronda and Holly are teaching Mandy how to ride a bike and at the end Ronda and Liam get into a huge fight. Liam punches Ronda and it's just over," Blaise explained.

Just as Blaise was explaining why Liam and Ronda got into a fight, my mum stepped into my room. "Mum! I was getting the 411 of Wiz-Kidz of the Future!" I complained.

"Sorry—I'm only going to be a minute. I'm just reminding you boys not to stay up too late. Summer's over."

"Mum, summer's not officially over until I enter the doors of Hogwarts," I said.

"Honey, you still need to get into bed at a decent hour or you'll be grumpy tomorrow."

"No, I won't!" I argued. "Besides, mum, I can sleep on the train!"

"Oh, and since when have you ever slept on the train?" Mum questioned.

"All the time. Four or five times," I lied.

Blaise snickered beside me so I elbowed him. "Yeah, he really has," he said to back me up.

"Anyways, if I did fall asleep, you wouldn't know it," I told her.

"Yes, I know that, but it's not in your character, and whenever I ask you about it, you tell me I'm nuts," she replied.

Oh, she's good. I thought a moment. "Well…I lie a lot, you know. How do you know I was telling the truth?" I asked.

She sighed. "Are you ever going to agree with me?" she questioned.

"No," I snapped.

"Fine," she said, "But please get some sleep—you, too, Blaise."

She walked away, shutting the door behind her. "Your mum…" Blaise mumbled a few moments later.

"Is what?" I questioned.

"Well, let's see…she's overprotective, annoying, an interference to everyone, a--"

"Well, gee, Blaise, if you don't like me just say so!" I said, grabbing a handful of animal crackers.

"I'm talking about your mum here, bro," Blaise replied, also grabbing a handful.

"I know, but my mum is a huge part of me! Without her, I wouldn't be here!" I told him.

"Yeah, but you trash your dad all the time, and, I hate to break it to you, but it would be kinda hard for you to be here without him, too," Blaise pointed out.

"That was SO not my point," I said after a few moments of silence.

"Then, what WAS your point?" Blaise challenged, taking a bite out of a lion-shaped cracker.

"My point is," I said, "that I don't like people trashing my mum. She's a nice lady, really, once you get to know her."

Blaise laughed. "And your dad…?" He questioned.

"My dad…oh, please, don't even go there," I told him, not wanting to trash my dad at the moment.

Blaise know I'm not that fond of my dad, and I think he wants to hear me really trash him—he's always asking about my dad. He knows that I'm just bursting to say something about him, especially after pretending to be fond of him during school. "Guess we'd better get to bed before your mum comes back here," Blaise commented after a little while.

I laughed bitterly. "Since when have you and I ever done anything my mum told us to do? She knows we won't go to bed, anyway. She just likes to say it is all," I explained to him. "So…where were we? Ah, yes! You were giving me the 411 of Wiz-Kidz of the Future."

Blaise then continued to explain the episode. Too bad we'd be on the train to Hogwarts tomorrow…

Buffy Summers

August 15th came before I could blink. I really didn't look forward to this. Like Cordy said, "I've already been to school."

"How are we getting there?" I asked.

"Train?" Willow supplemented with a casual shrug.

"Floo powder," Giles answered.

"What flew?" Cordelia questioned.

"Floo powder," Giles repeated as if he were talking to a room full of 2 year olds.

I don't like the sound of that. It sounds iffy. A little too iffy for my tastes. "And how will this take us to Hogwarts?" I asked.

It's probably something like 'you eat it and then do the hokey pokey and dance all around!'

"You sprinkle it over your head and say 'Hogwarts'" Giles explained.

"But that's not allowed!" Willow exclaimed. " I read it in Hogwarts: A History. Made for interesting reading after--"

"Of course you did," I grumbled.

Willow was the model student. She never turned in anything late. She always did better than me on tests back in High School. "Dumbledore's allowing us to do it this way so we don't have to take a train ride over there!" Giles stated.

Great, getting somewhere through magic powder. Sounds fun. "Buffy'll go first followed by Angel, Cordelia, Willow, Xander, Andrew, Anya, and then I'll go," Giles ordered.

He handed me some white powder. "Hogwarts!" I shouted shakily.

The room began to spin—faster and faster until I thought I would be sick. Finally, I found myself in a hallway. There was a stone gargoyle in front of me. "If I had of went here, school would've been fun," I mumbled.

"Aaah!" I screamed feeling a hand on my shoulder.

I turned around and saw Angel along with Cordelia. "Jumpy much?" she questioned.

"Creepy much?" I retorted.

"Who's creepy?" Willow asked as she arrived.

Before I could reply, the gargoyle moved. "What DID you do?" Cordy asked Willow.

"Nothing," Willow replied as we walked into the room.

"Sure, nothing bad happens in here. If it does, I'm so blaming Giles," Cordelia grumbled.

"B, I wasn't expecting to see you here!" Faith said.

Faith! Millions of questions ran through my head. "Really?" I asked. "What are you…? Why are you…?"

I trailed off as I lost my ability to form words. "Wes told me I was needed here. He got a call from Dumbledore 'bout some big bad. Said I was to be an undercover student," Faith explained.

"You're supposed to be in Sunnydale slaying vamps not here," I replied when I found my voice.

"That's what you think," Faith said smugly. "Fred, Lorne, and Spike are in Sunnydale right now patrolling."

"What about my son?" Angel exclaimed.

I glanced at Angel. Conner was everything to him. I could see that now. "Relax," Cordy soothed.

"He's in Sunnydale with Dawn. She agreed to baby-sit him. Plus, it made it easier for Wes and Gunn to manage Angel Investigations," Faith explained.

Angel crossed his arms clearly looking upset. "Just you wait until Giles finds out what a bad little Slayer you've been!" Cordelia snapped.

Faith snickered. "Or maybe Giles just didn't get the memo that I was the Slayer for this job and not B. I mean obviously Dumbledore wanted me! He did call me after all!"

Willow rolled her eyes and mumbled something to herself that sounded like, ' Talk about immature.'

"Good. You're all here," a voice rang out from seemingly nowhere.

He sat down at his desk and folded his hands. He didn't look anything like what I'd imagined. For one, he looked as if he was 90 years old. "I need your names so Professor McGonagall can put them on the list for the sorting ceremony," he said.

"Angel O'Conner, Cordelia Chase, Willow Rosenberg, Buffy Summers, and Faith…" Angel trailed off not knowing Faith's last name.

Come to think of it, I don't think even Giles knows it. "Ryan," Faith supplied.

"Mind explaining why she's here?" Cordy asked pointing to Faith. "And Faith Ryan? That sounds dumb!"

"I like it. Besides my mom named me not you. Not to mention the fact that I'm being truthful unlike Angel here!" Faith stated.

"Just make up a last name!" Willow replied impatiently.

"Fine…how about Adams?" Faith inquired.

"Better," Cordelia approved.

I couldn't help grinning. I had forgot how funny Cordelia could be. "Now that's cleared up we can get onto business. First, you are to act as transfer students from California School of Magic. Anything you discover or find out that's related to Voldemort will be reported to me immediately understood?" he asked.

"Yes, sir!" we all replied.

He's like an older Giles—no nonsense. No wonder they're friends. Dumbledore then waved his wand and with a few words 5 cups appeared before us. "You'll drink this so that you will look like a group of 16 year olds. Then I'll escort you to your temporary dorms. After the sorting you will be sleeping in the dorm of the house you've been sorted into," he explained.

"Wait a minute!" I exclaimed. "You mean there's a chance I could be separated from my friends?"

I really don't want to be stuck with a bunch of strangers and not be able to talk to anyone I know. "There's a chance of that—yes," replied Dumbledore.

"Well that's good. I hope I get into the house with the best schedule!" Cordy mused.

We then each took a cup and drank the liquid. I gulped mine down and immediately regretted my decision. My throat felt as if it was on fire. It felt like I had just had too much spicy salsa. Definitely not of the good. I made a face and coughed. "This is awful!" Cordelia screeched.

"You think getting younger is a pleasant experience?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Well, yeah!" Cordy replied.

"The potion should kick in around September 1st. It's a slow working potion so that it will last longer. Now, Willow, Faith and Buffy you will follow me to your room. Cordelia and Angel, wait for someone to come and get you," Dumbledore stated.