Hi guys. Chapters won't be updated as often as this. I'm only updating now 'cause I have the first few chapter already written. It came to my notice that I had forgotten to put up disclaimer, so here it is. If I was Joss Whedon of J.K Rowling, why would I be writing fanfiction about the T.V and books? This chapter has much dialogue.
-Sunny

Chapter One

Buffy was by a giant lake where thirty kids wearing dresses were staring at her. She looked up. No portal. She sighed in relief. Something happened right. She looked at the kids, examining them. Looking for weaknesses, strengths, weapons. One of the kids, a black-haired boy with a strange scar on his forehead, pinged on Slaydar. She examined him closer. He dressed like the rest of the kids. Nothing about him seemed evil.

Three older people walked towards them. One of the guys looked familiar. One of them looked impossibly old. The other looked like he smelled something very walked in front of her. The man who looked familiar gasped.

"Buffy!" Buffy examined him carefully. He definitely looked familiar. Maybe from college? He looked the same age. Buffy pulled on a mask of indifference in case it was an enemy.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her muscles tense and ready to attack if needed. He chuckled in disbelief and shook his head.

"Wow. I never thought you wouldn't be able to recognize your old flame." Buffy stood alert.

"Sorry. I've just gone through very traumatizing events where the only Ex that seemed to give a damn was Angel. Which one are you?" she said flatly. The man walked closer.

"Didn't think Sunnydale was that bad. I mean, the only thing that was bad when I was left was our relationship and your mother." Buffy's mask slipped slightly before she pulled herself together.

"I have nothing to say to you." The man chuckled coldly. He nodded to the kids.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Buffy."

"Riley, how do you know her?" asked the black-haired kid.

"We dated, he started getting temporary highs by putting his life in danger because I didn't need him, and he left without looking back even though I ran after him and was calling his name. He just doesn't realize what stuff I was dealing with when it happened," Buffy said bitterly. Riley's face softened slightly.

"Buffy..."

"You don't know what happened to us last night. And you're not going to until I call Spike." Riley's face twisted up.

"You talk to Spike?"

"He's the only one apart from Giles who'll only tell when I want, how I want, and what I want. Plus, he's been looking after Dawn since you left." His face went back to normal, kind of. "And what happened to 'no civilian contact'?"

"I kind of, um, ditched them when Dumbledore asked me to teach a class on the supernatural." Buffy blinked and began laughing.

"The only things you know about the supernatural you got from capturing them and us. Why didn't he get anyone from the stupid British bastards who nearly killed me? And don't give me that look; you know it's true. Is there a phone anywhere I can use?" asked Buffy.

"Muggle technology doesn't work at Hogwarts. The magical pulses interferes with the electricity," explained a bushy haired brunette. Buffy sighed.

"Then, is there any damn way I can get word to Spike?" The Gandalf look-a-like stood.

"My dear, you could always use an owl." Buffy looked at him confused.

"You people use owls to deliver messages? What's wrong with you?" The old guy chuckled.

"I can assure you, my dear, that there is nothing wrong with us."

"Except?"

"Oh for God's sake, Buffy!" Riley exploded.

"I'm sorry. I wouldn't happen to land here unless the almighty puppeteers didn't have something for me to do," Buffy retorted.

"There is currently a wizard doing evil. Murdering and torturing innocent people. His name is Lord Voldemort." The crowd flinched.

"So you guys are afraid of some dude named Volleywart? Please, the Mayor sounds like he was harder to kill."

"This isn't Sunnydale, Buffy! You have no clue what you're going up against!" shouted Riley. Buffy narrowed her eyes. Please. She had just defeated a hell god with a hammer. This guy could be a piece of cake.

"Again, I say, you know nothing about the shit me and Dawnie went through. Hell, even what Spike went through! Is there anything I can do to kill this guy? Is he human?"

"Maybe we should continue this discussion in private," suggested the old guy, nodding to the growing crowd. Buffy nodded.

"Riley already knows me. He can be excluded from the discussion. You, me, and whoever else needs to know this," said Buffy, glaring at Riley. he old man nodded and began walking inside. Buffy followed him in.

They walked through the halls at a brisk pace. Buffy looked at the walls and was shocked to see the pictures moving. The stairs moved. Buffy almost fell off a couple times, but she was saved by her Slayer balance. The suits of armour decorating the walls seemed normal. The only thing that made her uncomfortable were the ghosts and the poltergeist. She flashed back to when the two ghosts possessed her and Angelus in her junior year. And again when inhabited her and Riley.

She shivered. These trips down Memory Lane were not helping. At least no one looked like her friends. She wouldn't be able to deal with that. They stopped in a stone gargoyle. Giles would've come up with impossible explanations for this and be correct. Buffy smiled fondly.

"Pepper Imps," said the guy. The gargoyle moved aside to reveal a staircase. The climbed the staircase. The old guy opened the door. What met Buffy was not what she expected. A familiar blonde male and brunette female were standing in the room.

"Buffy!" Said girl was tackled by the brunette. Buffy hugged her back tightly as the brunette sobbed into her chest. Then the girl punched her. Buffy had been expecting it. There was a thing that teens do called "rebellion."

"Never do that again! If you die again, you'll probably stay dead!" she shouted. Buffy looked taken aback.

"Wait-what? When did I die?" she demanded of her sister. Dawn looked like it was the mot obvious thing in the world.

"The portal when the blood stops flowing. That means you died and someone brought you back. Duh. Anyways, Spike had the idea of checking his old professor's for any idea where you might be." Buffy looked around Dawn at Spike.

"Thank you for keeping your word, Spike. That's two things you've done for us now." Spike shrugged, looking almost uncomfortable with the attention.

"You just remember what I said earlier, love," Spike reminded her gently. The professor looked at Spike.

"My dear William, you look remarkably preserved for someone who must be over one hundred years old." Spike shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah, well. Face plants, y'know. Hurt like hell, but you look much better for it," he lied quickly. Dawn snorted in Buffy's shoulder. Buffy thwacked her on the head.

"Be nice."

"But it's Spike! Do I have to?" she whined. Spike pulled an affronted look on his face.

"Hey! I'm a person, too!"

"No, you're not," the sisters replied in unison. Spike sniffed.

"Fine. Next time you try and drag me into your business I'll just leave you there to die," he said. Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Drop the act Spike. What's the deal here? Everyone's wearing dresses. The pictures and staircases move." Spike snorted.

"Duh, Goldilocks. This is a magic school. You aren't the only special person in this world." Buffy shrugged.

"Why didn't Willow and Tara come here?"

"These are the stereotypical magical folks. Wands, brooms, cauldrons, pointy hats. It's them. And before you ask how I know this stuff, I used to come here. My wand was made of blackthorne and dragon heartsring." Dawn snorted. Buffy looked at her strangely until Spike's comment registered in her head. She gave Dawn a disturbed look.

"You have spent way too much around Xander and Anya," Buffy said, disturbed by her sister's thoughts.

"So said you."

As heartwarming as this discussion is, ladies, there is one thing I need to tell Dumbledore about. It's about Dawn." Buffy paled and gripped Dawn tighter.

"About the thing?" she asked slowly, ignoring Dawn's pleas for breath. Spike shook his head.

"God, no. This involves something else. You can stay Buffy. Tall, dark, and greasy over there can leave. This involves us and no one else." The man looked to Dumbledore, who nodded. The man left. Spike looked relieved.

"So about me?" asked Dawn curiously, but she had a scared look on her face. Buffy rubbed her shoulders before glaring at Spike.

"Does it have to be brought up now? Especially after last night. Can't it wait?" asked Buffy. If it had potential to be dangerous, it could wait a few days. Dawn was still wearing the damn dress Glory put her in, for Heaven's sake(A/N: Hehehe). Spike shook his head, looking grave.

"No, the sooner the better."

"Well, then, what is oh so important?" Buffy asked sarcastically. Hey, she had watched her sister be kidnapped by Glory, been brought out of catatonic state, killed a hell god with a hammer, and jumped off a tower. She had every right to be stressed, and thereby, impatient.

"You and Dawn are witches." Spike watched as Buffy's eyebrows tried to escape, and her mouth formed a perfect "o".

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