HP/BTVS Crossover. My first fic. Instead of going to Heaven after jumping into the portal in S5, Buffy gets trapped in another dimension, where she meets none other than Sirius Black, who also is trapped. Both families and friends believe them to be dead, but together they will escape the world behind the Veil. They will re-enter the lives they once left behind, won't they?

....Basically I'm taking this AU. Everything up to the episode 'The Gift' happened, except Buffy's body being found. And for Harry Potter, it will be taking place in Harry's first year out of Hogwarts. Sirius has been 'dead' for 3 years....Voldemort has still not been defeated...etc... Any questions? Ask meh.

Chapter 1: Wish I May, Wish I Might.

Everything Buffy Summers had just said to her younger sister repeated through and through again in her mind. Bolts of lightening jabbed and jolted at her skin, wincing at every movement. The swift wind of the glowing portal, consumed Buffy like a Thanksgiving meal.

Swirls of blue, silver and white surrounded her now limp body, swallowing it whole. In a moment, the flashes stopped, the noises from the deadly creatures obliverated, just as Buffy's body did.

Rupert Giles stood at the bottom of the tower, looking up into the hazy purple sky, seeing the sun begin to rise over the horizon. No sign of Buffy whatsoever. Dawn, Buffy's only sister, came slowly down the steps of the tower built by crazy civilians, clutching the wound on her stomach.

She too, had noticed Buffy's disappearance. Tears swelled beneath her dark lashes and then shed freely beyond. Xander, carrying his girlfriend, also an ex demon, Anya, froze in his place. He knew what had happened. He glanced over at his other life long friend, Willow Rosenburg who had burst into tears. Tara held her and whispered soothing words into her ear.

A peroxide blonde vampire that looked thouroughly damaged sat weeping among a pile of debri. Dawn's chin quivered as she thought of her brave sister's last words. 'Be brave. Live. For me.' Then she had jumped, right before Dawn's eyes.

Dawn closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. Her mother was gone, and she learned to accept that. But now, the one person she had left, was gone too. Sure, Willow, Xander, Giles, and everyone else would be there to help take care of her, but it just wasn't the same.

Looking up to the early morning sun, that was rising up toward the sky, Dawn scowled. It wasn't fair that her sister, Buffy, the girl who had saved the world so many times before, saved lives for years, had to die. It wasn't fair. But then again, since when was life fair?

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Everything was spinning. Although everything was black, swept over in darkness, Buffy's stomahc did flipflops, telling her that she was still moving. Her body felt like it was flying through air, yet it ached all over.

She knew what it was like to have a two-edged sword jabbed through her abdomen, and this pain was much more than that. Suddenly, the world seemed to stop spinning and Buffy felt like she had made contact with solid ground. But she was dead right?

Was it all a dream? A nightmare that she had? Maybe Glory didn't exist, just a figment of her imagination. Dawn wasn't The Key, but a normal teenage girl who hated everyone.

Buffy's hazel orbs flickered open slowly to find herself in more swirling colours. The ground that she lay on was a murky grey and her surroundings and sky were vast shades of lavender and violet.

She needed a door to escape. A way out. When she stood upright, Buffy felt a pulling sensation behind her navel and she fell back onto the dark, stormy ground below.

Putting a hand against her forhead, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again to find a tall man with long stringy black hair staring down at her.

He looked just as confused as she did and he offered her a hand up. She dismissed his hand and stood, slowly of course, on her own. Buffy glared at the man that seemed a little put out now.

He was wearing a dress of some sort... No. Robes. They were robes. He looked scruffy and unshaven. The man had eyes of a steel blue that Buffy could tell had seen almost as much as she had, maybe more. The man looked to be in his early forties.

Buffy swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke dryly. "Who are you?" She eyed the man questioningly and he frowned, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion.

"Sirius. Sirius Black."