Disclaimer: I do not own anything from either the Harry Potter book series or the Buffy the Vampire Slayer television series. It's quite sad I know but you just have to push past the unending disappointment that is life.

Author's Note: I'm sorry I don't really have a lot of time to update as frequently as I'd wish but I'm doing the best I can at the moment so bare with me. As for my other HP/BtVS crossover I've hit a little writer's block so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanx…

Chapter Seven:

Time to Get Sorted…OH JOY (notice the sarcasm)

The shocked face of their fellow students (and a few of the professors) was more than a little amusing to the Scooby's. Who kidding who now, it was downright hilarious to watch as the boy's mouths just instantly hit the floor and a puddle of drool started to collect at their feet. This however was in great contrast to that of the girls in the mob, each looking ready to keel over in a jealous rage because of the guys reactions.

Breaking out of his trance first Harry quickly turned about in his chair watching his fellow students' reactions. It was worst than he could possibly imagine…every single persons eyes were glued to the five new foreign exchange students one of them being much to his dismay 'his Buffy.'

Professor Dumbledore was amused to say the least; the new students his good friend Rupert had brought to Hogwarts were quite a sight to behold. It wasn't the overall appearance of the bunch although that alone was eye catching but it was more the way they all held themselves that caught themselves. To others they may hold a lofty air about them but to his old eyes they were ready for any surprise that might befall them, completely aware of their surroundings and ready for a fight if the need were to arise.

"Well I guess we should go on with the sorting then," Minerva McGonagall announced to the silent room as she picked up the tattered old hat and awaited one of the new students to step forward.

Out of the group of teenagers no one would have expected the short blue haired one to be the first to step forward. To the group of eager teens watching in avid attention he just wasn't the type to volunteer for anything. The way he appeared didn't exactly scream normal. Instead of the normal clean white button up shirt the uniform contained he wore a black vintage concert t-shirt, his finger nails were painted black and he had strange black bracelets on his pale wrists. Yet he was the first to come forward and sit on the stool for McGonagall to place the hat on his head.

"Ah I see we have a new werewolf in our midst's…haven't had one of your kind in quite some time. Now lets see lets see… brave but not one to take unnecessary risks but rather use your mind and knowledge to help others as best you can… loyalty plenty of that… and you want to prove yourself as something other than a werewolf. But where to place you…RAVENCLAW!" the hat spoke in Oz's head except for the end.

After he took off the hat the strange boy went back and stood with the rest of the new students before the red head who could easily be confused for a Weasley stepped up. She out of all of her companions seemed to be wearing the uniform properly.

"Power you have plenty of power… but you'll need the knowledge to control it and use it wisely… RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted as yet again the girl went and joined the group.

The taller dark haired boy seemed to be next as he walked over to the stool with his hands firmly placed in his pockets. Unlike the other boy he seemed to be wearing the uniform just not properly. His shirt was wrinkled and wasn't tucked into his pants like the other students with the first few buttons undone to reveal a simple silver cross around his neck.

"So you call yourself the zeppo now that's the strangest term I've ever heard… HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted out as the boy got up with a goofy expression planted on his face as he strolled to the group.

Next came the brunette girl with a tough exterior. Decked our in heavy boots, her skirt seemed to have been cut around the edge making it much shorter showing much more of her legs than would be deemed appropriate with a chain belt, instead of wearing the white dress shirt she wore a black wife beater, and the heavy dark makeup was sure to intimidate the rest of the students and a few of the faculty members.

"Lets see what we've got here… you my dear are willing to join any fight that may need your assistants… not much of a thirst for knowledge but you are quite loyal when it comes to the ones you love… yet your thirst to prove yourself is overwhelming… I know exactly where you belong… SLYTHERIN!" bellowed the tattered old hat as the slightly scary girl jumped up from the stool and strolled over to her friends.

Now was the moment most of the guys were waiting for, one in particular who watched on with eager green eyes as the petit bubbly blond girl seemed to glide to the stool. Instead of wearing the plaid skirt that was in the dress code she had opted for a nice short jean one, unlike the girl before her the blond girl wore the dress shirt except that it hung open to reveal a baby blue halter top, a large silver cross hung around her neck, and her feet were adorned in a pair of white flip flops. To any on looker who didn't know who she was or what she was they would assume her to be an innocent little girl who needed to be protected from the evils of the world.

"Very interesting, very interesting indeed… so you were once friends with mister Potter that should stir things up a bit… plenty of bravery you consider yourself the protector among your group of friends… intelligent yes but it's not your priority in life… loyal without a doubt… but you're the slayer a creator formed from dark magic… SLYTHERIN!"

A/N: So there you now know where they were sorted… I hope you're happy. I wonder how the school will react particularly a broody green eyed savior of the wizarding world…