Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot and some of the characters Alexandra and William, and some of the demons. If I owned Harry Potter and Buffy I wouldn't be stuck writing this for free, now would I?

A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but I needed this as an intercalary chapter. So enjoy! And please, please REVIEW! Good or flame, I don't care, but REVIEW! Or I'll come at night and I'll be sure to bring Big-Bad Voldy and Dracula with me. Mwuah ha ha ha! Cough cough (with a raspy voice) Please continue reading and ignore my pathetic attempts to be evil.

Chapter 7: With Birth Comes Death

Turn left down the hall and you will see a corridor lit with torches. Walk straight for exactly six feet. Knock four sixteenth notes to the tempo of eighty. The hidden door will slide open. Now, walk for another six feet and with your eyes closed, turn around 360 degrees. Open your eyes. You will now see in front of you seven doors to pick from. Choose the third one from your right and knock, in this order, a dotted quarter note and two eighth notes following it to the beat of eighty-five. Wait five seconds and then say, "Once more, with feeling". Walk down the stairs and brace yourself as you witness your first demon resurrection.

A group of hooded chanters stood around a fire holding ten microphones, one for each immortal.

"More with feeling,

More with fire,

More with power-

Higher and higher!

Let these mortals sing,

Dance and burn.

With merry tunes

Into their graves they turn!"

They threw the microphones into the fire and held each other's hands and brought it up and down as they repeated the chant again and again. The fire vanished suddenly and in its place was a tall box. It was the kind magicians use to make their disappearing acts or the crappy "stick-swords-through-the-box-but-they-never-touch-the-person-inside" act. It was blue of color and decorated with gold stars on three sides; on the fourth side, it was dark red.

The lid of the box popped open and a green-skinned man- or thing- stepped out. He was dressed in an outfit only the Joker would wear. He had two red thorns sticking out of his head, beady eyes, and flaming red hair. No, not Ron's flaming red hair, but literally, flaming red hair, with fire coming out of it. He put his left arm to his stomach, while holding out his right and bowed and then switched arms so that his right arm was now to his stomach.

The demon spread both his arms out to its fullest this time and stepped up. "It's show time."