Note This is a crossover with Harry Potter, Buffy the vampire Slayer and Charmed. They will pretty much have equal parts in this story.
Rating PG
Spoilers For Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix
For Buffy: The entire series
For Charmed: Up to Necromancing the stone (season 5)
Note: The events in both episodes of Charmed and Buffy indicted above occurred in July as opposed to May. Slight AU I know, but it works out better this way. Because there has been mentions of Harry Potter in both Buffy and Charmed we're just going to pretend they never happened okay. ;) Which means Charmed have never encountered the wizards. (We're off to see the wizard) Also in order for Buffy and Charmed to fit together the episode where Paige became a vampire (Bite me) also never happened and Phoebe has never mentioned Buffy before.
Shipper This isn't a romance story, but there are couples that form. I will only reveal one at the moment and that is Phoebe Halliwell/Xander Harris
Summary When a new prophecy involving Voldemort arises, three different magical worlds must combine in order to stop him.
Disclaimer Sadly I do not own any of these characters, but unless you're JK Rowling, Joss Wheldon or Brad Kern you don't own them either!
Credit The prophecy in this story is actually an altered version of the one in Becsulet's 'Blood of Enemies Blood of Friends' ...which can be found at size=1 width=100% noshade>It was all over. Buffy looked into the deep crater. It looked like something that would be the result of a large meteorite. But it wasn't. Spike had done this. Buffy had done this. Willow had done this. Xander, Giles, Dawn, Anya, Andrew, Faith, Robin and all the Slayers had also done this. They were victorious. The First, its Uber-vampires and the bringers had been defeated. The first watchers had also been beaten. Faith and Buffy were no longer the 'chosen-two'. They had been freed from that responsibility.
But it was a bittersweet victory. As Buffy continued to look into the large hole before her sadness came over her. In that hole used to be her house, her stuff, her mothers grave, even her stuffed pig that she had loved so much. Spike was dead and Buffy had a feeling Anya was too. Many of the slayers Buffy had trained herself were also now fallen soldiers.
But with her friends around her happily joking and chatting about what to do next, Buffy's mind was thrust back to the thoughts of what they had just accomplished. Soon Buffy would become the longest living Slayer in History.
"Yeah Buffy what are we gonna to do now?" Dawn curiously asked her sister.
A small smile formed on Buffy's lips when Dawn asked the question. Her mind drifted back to the conversation with Angel in the graveyard. Two words formed in her mind.
ICookie dough/I
"Buffy?" Dawn poked her sister after not getting an answer right away.
"Oh" Buffy turned to her sister and poked her back. The she turned around to look back at the school bus. "Well first we need to get to a hospital. We slayers may heal quickly, but not without a good dose of morphine. And then we better head to Los Angeles. I told Angel to be prepared if we lost, he'll want to know what happened. And we don't have much money…unless one of you stashed all your savings in you're pockets?"
Willow couldn't help to smile at the hopeful look in Buffy's eyes. It reminded her of high school Buffy, the one who joked about stealing a vampire's shoes before staking her.
"Damm…okay I'll start a new fashion trend then. It'll be called 'blood and hole in shirt'. It'll be all the rage in Paris" Buffy joked as she stuck her finger through the hole in her shirt.
"Buffy" Giles gasped not realizing that Buffy had been cut so badly. She easy ran and jumped on the bus he had no idea.
"I'm fine. Let's get going. I want to be at Angel's before dark" Buffy brushed Giles concern off and walked back towards the bus, this time she was going to be riding inside it.
Harry starred out his window. It was pitch black outside. Harry was looking up at the stars and the moon. Since it was summer there were little clouds around blocking the stars view. From his astronomy class Harry could pick out a few consolations. Then again he probably failed his astronomy O.W.L so maybe he was getting it all wrong. Harry could have sworn he had heard his professor tell him that the Southern Cross could only be seen from the Southern Hemisphere, but for some reason Harry could see it in the sky. Or maybe it was Orion's belt.
The stars though meant little to Harry. Looking at them was just a distraction from the dreams. They were similar ones he had suffered after Cedric's death. Harry was grateful that Dudley had been sent to some wrestling summer camp. Harry didn't need his cousin harassing him about Sirius.
Harry glanced at his alarm clock, borrowed from Dudley's room. In about an hour the sun would be up and the Daily prophet would be delivered to Harry. After about half an hour of reading about the wizard world, Harry would make his way downstairs for breakfast. There Petunia would be in the kitchen cooking something for the two males of the house. Harry would then shower and go for a walk. This was the way each day had gone since Harry returned from Hogwarts.
He had to admit though that life was certainly better than it had ever been. Dudley going away was probably the best thing that ever happened to Harry. It meant that Petunia was forced to pay Harry attention for once out of lack of things to do. She had taken him shopping for new clothes and even treated him to (a very cheap) lunch. Vernon didn't dare question Harry watching the news anymore and allowed Harry to watch TV, so long as it was a program that he and Petunia wanted to watch of course. Harry was still not even close to being as spoiled as Dudley was.
Currently Harry was lying on his bed waiting for the Daily prophet owl to arrive. However instead of one owl there were two. Harry paid for his newspaper before turning to the unfamiliar owl. This one was very upper class in appearance. His feathers had been kept well and his chest puffed out the way it should. Harry wondered if an owl could possibly look pompous. It gave a small hoot to Harry indicating to him to take the letter off its leg. Harry obeyed and watched the owl swiftly fly off into the west.
Harry looked down at the letter. He knew this handwriting. It was the same handwriting on the thousands of letters Harry had received from Hogwarts. It was his O.W.L results.
"Finally" Harry muttered as he ripped open the envelope.
It was a very formal letter as Harry expected. Similar to the letters he received towards the end of each summer from Hogwarts. Harry closed his eyes for a moment before turning over the page for his results. Quickly he reopened them and turned the page to face the music.
Harry hadn't done all that bad in the end. Naturally his History of Magic and Astronomy O.W.Ls were not too great because of the interruptions. Divination was by far Harry's worse subject. He wondered how Ron had gone in it. Hermione had been right most of it was nonsense. Harry had done well in the rest of his subjects, scoring the Outstanding he expected in Defence Against the Dark arts.
That'll show Umbridge Harry thought to himself happily. He hoped that the rest of Dumbledore's army had also scored well on the O.W.Ls and exams.
The biggest surprise for Harry was a confusing form of happiness. Next to the word 'potions' was a clearly marked E for exceeds expectations. For a few seconds Harry wondered if the examiners had somehow gotten confused with the letters P and E. Harry remembered Snape stating he would only accept those with O.W.Ls of 'outstanding' into his class, but surly McGongall would keep her promise to Harry. This meant he still had a chance of becoming an Auror.
The day was already beginning to look a little brighter than the others. It had also been three days since Harry's last phone call to Hermione's place. Since Ron didn't have a phone Harry had chosen to ring Hermione instead in order to keep to Moody's rule of 'contact every three days'. Harry would be able to happily talk to his friend about his results without feeling incredibly disappointed or guilty.
Though as Harry made his way down the stairs for breakfast he had a sudden feeling that something was coming. As if he had just remembered a dream or a buried memory. Harry passed it off as the fact that the smell of Vernon's horrible aftershave still remaining in the air.
Paige sat in the kitchen playing peek-a-boo with her nephew Wyatt who sat in his high chair.
Paige covered her hands over her eyes for a few minutes for taking them off and saying 'peek-a-boo' to Wyatt. He appeared to be enjoying the time with his aunt, giggling throughout the game. Paige placed her hands over her eyes again as someone entered the room.
"Hey Piper" She coolly said before she continued her game with Wyatt.
"Morning Paige. Have you seen Leo anywhere?" Piper asked.
"Leo had to orb out. One of his charges needed him I think" Paige explained the whereabouts of her brother in law.
Piper's lips pursed together. Since Leo and her started counselling she was trying to accept that her husband would often be called away. Piper had to learn to respect what Leo did and make allowances for him. It didn't mean she had to enjoy doing it.
"I hope he's not too long. I wanted to go on a picnic today" Piper commented as she pulled a bowl of strawberries out from the fridge.
"We can go on a picnic if you like. I can work on my tan" Paige said looking down at her very pale arms.
"I don't think it's too romantic to have your sister feed you chocolate covered strawberries" Piper sighed as she sat down at the table with the bowl.
Paige reached into it pulling out a large strawberry. She then placed it into her sisters mouth. Paige wasn't a good aim and had smushed it slightly on Piper's lips.
"Yeah I see what you mean" Paige laughed as Piper wiped strawberry juice off her lips.
Piper smiled back at her sister. Compared to her other two sisters, Piper had only known the youngest Halliwell sister for a short time. Yet they had become close quickly. It was the fact they were often thrown into life threading situations. People tended to bond quickly over those ones rather than the less-thrilling situations. Piper remembered the first time she had called Paige her sister. It was right after she had attempted to kill her. Now Piper would proudly wear a 'Paige Halliwell-Matthews is my sister' t-shirt. After all Wyatt's middle name came from her.
Paige was thinking about something different to Piper. The colour of the strawberries had reminded her of the dream she experienced the night before. Paige had been having reoccurring dreams for the past few nights. After the first one Paige hadn't thought anymore about it, but when the dreams continued Paige got the feeling that something was up.
"You haven't been having weird dreams lately have you?" Paige asked.
"Depends on what you call weird Paige. We don't exactly live in a normal world." Piper pointed out.
"I mean something-is-a-brewing dreams. I can't remember exact details, but I just get this feeling that something big is going down soon. And its not just going to involve us"
"It might just be a dream" Piper hopefully said.
She had learnt to accept magic in her life, but Piper wanted it to remain at a bare minimum. The dreams could mean nothing but Paige's unique mind.
"Or my subconscious trying to tell me something. I did know it was you who walked into the room before remember?"
"Yeah, but you only had two choices. Me or Phoebe. How do you know it wasn't a lucky guess?"
"Because I knew it was you. It was that sixth sense thing Leo was going on about. I've been trying to develop it a little since he told us about it. I think these dreams are real"
"Or hormones?"
"Yeah or hormones."
It had been a few days since Buffy reached the Hyperion in LA. She had recovered from the gapping wound in her stomach. The other slayers had also begun to recover at a rapid rate, although many bones were still in casts. With the power of Wolfram and Hart, Willow, Giles and Wesley had teamed up together to find the slayers Willow had awoken around LA. Wood was the only one of the group still at the hospital. Being utterly mortal Wood naturally didn't heal as fast as the slayers. Xander happily comforted him by saying he wasn't the only one to be stuck in hospital longer than the rest.
Now being the owner of Wolfram and Hart, Angel was able to give the Scoobies and the junior slayers money to buy on urgent items of need. They were all extremely grateful for the donation, as most of the slayers were teenagers whose money came from their parents rather than the atm machine.
Buffy and Angel had begun to spend a lot of time together. Buffy although had made it clear that she wasn't even ready to be put in the oven yet. Somehow Angel understood. She had confessed to him that she had told Spike she loved him. At first Angel had been repulsed by it, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all if Buffy knew he and Cordelia had feelings for each other she probably would think he was drugging his blood.
Dumbledore sat in his office with Professor Trelawney. The pair was having a cup of tea and chatting about the summer. She was surprised that Dumbledore had invited her for tea considering he was extremely busy with the war on Voldemort. But even Dumbledore had to take tea breaks every now and then. Plus it was an excuse to have some sweets, which Dumbledore could never resist. Trelawney however could resist them and spoke over Dumbledore unwrapping a lemon drop.
"I do hope many students chose divination at the N.E.W.T level. I do have some students, which show signs of being seers. I expect those to receive O's for their O.W.L.S" Trelawney told the headmaster. "In a times like these we can surly use more se-"
With a sudden jerk Trelawney's eyes rolled back into her head showing only the whites. Dumbledore knew what this meant. For the second time in her life Trelawney was about to give Dumbledore a real prediction. Quickly he whipped out his quill and parchment as he jotted down every word the seer said.
Once she had finished her prophecy, Trelawney excused herself to go the bathroom stating she felt ill. This gave the headmaster a chance to read over what his teacher had said. His lips curled into a smile and his eyes twinkled. Most people would have seen the prophecy as a negative occurrence, but Dumbledore saw it differently. This meant he would finally have an excuse to meet those who greatly intrigued him.
With time being of the utmost importance, Dumbledore quickly drafted two letters sending them off with two of the schools owls.
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