So a couple reviewers don't like the idea of any more crossovers in this story. Well they're aren't going to be in this story. They're going to be in the sequel. That's right sequel. And I already have a teaser for the sequel up. It's called "Tips for Fleeing Death Eaters and Staying Alive." Because Bree isn't going to stay a school where Snape is headmaster. She's not even going to stay in England so there won't be much from the seventh book from the sequel. This is a good thing, because you know what happened in the seventh book? EVERYBODY DIED. Even Harry died, but he came back. He was the only one to do so.
You know, I'm not even sure why I'm getting protests now. I've mentioned that seventh year is going to be a crossover several times in authors notes in this story and in "88 rules for a peaceful Hogwarts experience." You should have said something those times. Unless you didn't read the A/N. Also, the point of doing a multi-cross is so that hopefully everyone will see something they're familiar with. If it makes you feel better I'll put the sequel in the x-overs and Harry Potter section.
And now, as punishment to those who don't read the A/Ns, and to those who leave THE CAPSLOCK ON WHEN THEY REVIEW SO IT'S SCREAMING AT ME, I will now kill Bree off. Multiple times. And they'll be crossovers.
The hospital in New New York hadn't been able to remove the psychic worm. The Doctor had managed to put it into a dormant state. But Bree had ran when Death Eaters took over the ministry, and all the panic and stress and fear from running had woken up the worm. The worm started to force information into Bree's head at a more rapid pace than before. True, the information helped keep Bree, and by extension the worm, alive. But it was slowly killing her, and so far Bree had been unable to contact the Doctor so he could put it back to sleep.
Bree was leaning against a tree in the woods. Her head was throbbing. She could feel the worm wriggling under her skin. She was dieing, and now the worm was going to flee her body a save itself. Bree screamed as skin on the back of her neck tore, muscle, veins, and arteries were damaged, and blood dribbled down her back while the worm made it's frantic escape. The worm looked like a cross between a tapeworm and a centipede. As soon as it was out, Bree grabbed it, stunned it, and burned it into ash. Now all she could do was wait for death. She wondered what would kill her first, the blood loss or the information overload. In the long run it didn't really matter, she would die alone either way.
She heard the distinct sound off the TARDIS materializing nearby. How could someone with a time machine always be too late? The Doctor ran over to her. He cradled her dieing body in his arms. The last sound Bree ever heard was "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Actually the above scene was actually supposed to happen at the end of the story, although there was some internal debate about which character would find Bree, what fandom they'd be from, and whether they'd find Bree before or after her death. And then I decided not to pull a Rowling.
Bree Smith somehow ended up being the only non-demon deal witch in existence. There wasn't a single magical community left. Fenrir Grayback, while still technically a wizard, though he'd rip you're throat out if you suggested it, was the last werewolf in existence. There were very few muggles left for him to turn, those that hadn't been killed by Voldemort's forces were wiped out by the apocalypse. Anyone left now knew enough about the supernatural to defend themselves against a werewolf.
Over time, Bree and Grayback had developed a somewhat grudging respect for each other. Grayback had a high opinion of the fact that Bree had become the most bloodthirsty and vicious warriors on the side of "light." She would have made a good Death Eater if she wasn't a mud-blood. Or a good werewolf if she didn't whip out a silver dagger every time she saw a one. Bree admired Grayback's shear will to survive and the fact that he could toss a demon through a wall, even when not transformed.
Even though there was really no reason for them to fight anymore, both their causes having been wiped out, they kept trying to kill each other anyway because of habit and the fact the apocalypse was on, so it's not like they could settle down and rebuild their lives. Their fights to the death kept getting interrupted by the apocalypse (they kept calling a truce and helped each survive whatever was thrown their way so they could get back to killing each other) or by the Winchester brothers who were determined to keep their relative alive, whether she liked it or not.
Sick of all the interruptions, Bree and Grayback teamed up and conjured a barrier to kept all everything out. Except air. Air was important.
So having made preparations for their battle to the death, Bree and Grayback faced each other in the harsh desert landscape that was once Iowa.
"So this is it, huh? You and me, the last of our kind, finally having the battle we've been waiting for and this time no demon, angel, vengeful ghost, undead army, or Winchester is going to get in our way." Bree said with a grin.
Grayback responded with his own grin. "Looks like it. Nice knowing you, brat."
And then they fought, throwing every they could each other until they both lost their wands. Then Bree pulled out a silver dagger and stabbed Grayback in the chest. This gave Grayback the opportunity to sever Bree's jugular with his abnormally sharp teeth. Dean and Sam got there right as Grayback bit Bree in the neck. They couldn't get to Bree until the barrier fell and by then she was already dead.
The headline in the Daily Planet read "Teenage Girl Run Down By Batmobile."
Thus you have witnessed the power of the author. Tremble before my might. Read the A/Ns and don't Caps lock your reviews. Or else.
