A/N: I promised a chapter before Thursday, so here it is. I hope everyone understands that my timelines are all kinds of out of whack... and obviously AU by now. Just keep suspending your disbelief and we're allllll good. I forgot what else i wanted to say.

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"Well, well, well," the snake-like man taunted. "It looks like we found a den full of vermin, men… What do you think, Pettigrew?"

"It looks like a bowlful of blood traitors, mudbloods and spies, my Lord," the little man simpered.

A large electric crackling noise split the air and a faint green glow began illuminating the sky; the Deatheaters ignored it all. Strange things had been happening for days now.

"At least they're already in their own grave," Voldemort said brightly and his men gave a nasty laugh.

In the hole, the refugees had already begun pushing the women behind the men and pulling wands. Draco, Snape, Charlie, Bill, Fred, George and Marcus all moved to the forefront; they all knew that with their injured and young they were outgunned.

"It's really a shame I suppose," Voldemort tsked, his large snake slithering at his feet. "I had hoped to have the pleasure of killing Potter on his feet."

Another great clap of crackling thunder sounded and a few feet away from both Deatheaters and refugees a green glowing hole seemed to punch through the very air. Figures began tumbling out of the green opening. All eyes shifted to take in the picture of the first figure to stand, a petite blonde perhaps in her mid twenties, low-rise leather pants, white tank top, and sword drawn. Behind her seven more small to average sized girls, some several years younger than the girl in the lead spread out, all carrying swords or silver battleaxes, some form of medieval weaponry. There were two more girls, this duo dressed in long skirts, one with long red hair and the other with long purple hair. One man stood with the women, short dark hair, and a dark eye patch over his left eye. He held a double-headed battle axe.

"Hey look girls, it's a costume party and we arrived just in time," the blonde grinned saucily.

Snape had no idea what was going on but knew he should be doing more than just sitting there. "Crucio!" he cried out and one of the Deatheaters fell to his side screeching in agony.

Voldemort sneered. "I've had enough of you, Severus! Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, pointing his wand at his former spy. Voldemort's mouth dropped open as the streak of green raced from his wand, bounced off some sort of shield and slammed into Goyle, dropping the Deatheater instantly.

Snape had closed his eyes knowing he wouldn't be able to counter the spell in time, but opened them again when nothing happened.

"Merlin's beard," Draco breathed.

The longhaired redhead female giggled, "You didn't think we wouldn't shield them or anything, did you?" she taunted the man, both of her hands glowed with white energy, and her red hair began to bleed to white from the roots down. Her green eyes turning into pure white orbs. "The Earth doesn't stop protecting her children just because you will it so."

The blonde strode forward. "All right, where's old Moldy-warts? From what I understand I have an appointment to kick his ass."

Faith strolled forward, her hips swaying, "Hot damn, that is one fucking-A-giant snake, I call dibs on killin' the snake!" she bellowed. Some of the Deatheaters were looking at the women and moving towards them, thinking they would be easily dealt with.

"Well, I hope they know they got the mask and capes completely wrong," Rachel was pissed.

"What do you mean, Ray?" Faith asked.

"Obviously they're trying to look like the Phantom of the Opera, but HE, the Phantom, only wore a half mask. These guys are lame," she rolled her eyes. "And why are they waving around little sticks?"

"These muggles are ridiculous and annoying," Voldemort snapped. "Kill them!" The Deatheaters began to cast. The wizards and witches who'd been in hiding had also begun casting, but the Deatheaters were countering their attacks with ease. These men and women hadn't been living in hiding for the past several months. They were up to full strength and took full advantage of those facts.

"Wills, did that guy just call me a name?" Buffy frowned.

Pettigrew, who was standing close to Brittany , whipped out his wand. Marcus Flint had exited the dwelling they'd been hiding in, slamming his fist into one of the Deatheaters', Crabbe he thought, face. Then he saw Pettigrew casting the Killing Curse at one of the young blonde muggles who were trying to help him and his friends. He watched in shock as the green light hit her and seemed to absorb into her body.

Brittany giggled. "That kind of tickled."

The fat little man began to turn red in the face as he began to try other spells against her, none seeming to work, and she continued to move closer to the man. Marcus made it to them, shoving Pettigrew away. "Are you all right?"

Brittany shrugged, "Sure."

"He was trying to kill you," Marcus told the girl, finally seeing it dawn on her face. He turned to cast at Pettigrew, but the blonde moved in front of him before he could.

"Well, that's rude." Brittany moved away from the scowling boy and using her slayer strength she pulled back her fist and punched the weasely little man in the face. Marcus watched in astonishment as Pettigrew flew backwards about twenty feet and landed in an ungainly heap.

Buffy was eyeing Voldemort. "I'm thinking you're Moldy-warts."

"I am Lord Voldemort, Ruler of the World," he hissed.

"Wow, ego much." Buffy rolled her eyes. Her girls were beginning to fight the other black-caped men, and it seemed in this reality their magic didn't work quite so well on slayers. "Well, as long as we're doing introductions, I'm Buffy, I'm the Slayer, and I'm gonna kick your ass," she told him with a bright smile right before spinning into a roundhouse kick to his midsection. "And did I mention that you are one seriously fugly dude. I mean the whole snake thing? That was so 80's." She punched out with an uppercut, dodging his punch.

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Willow and Kit moved carefully over to the hole where the people they'd come to rescue were defending themselves. Even though it drained her energy, Willow 's shield was doing a fabulous job of keeping out aggressive spells, and many shell-shocked faces turned to look at the girls who peered over the side.

"Hi there," Willow smiled shyly. "I'm Willow and this is Kit. We've come to rescue you and take you back to our reality."

"What do you mean, you're reality?" a red-haired girl asked blankly. Ginny had just used one of the Unforgivables on a man whose name she didn't even know, and now she felt numb inside.

"Um, well, ya see, there are a whole bunch of realities that are dying, like yours, and ours isn't dying, although a lot of its people are, and one of our seers had a vision and told us to come rescue you, so here we are, coming to rescue you and take you back to our reality, where the world isn't dying but there are a lot of zombies, but hey, we're not zombies, and as long as we're all really careful, then we won't become zombies either… and really There is better than Here since Here is going to go bye bye," Kit finally took a breath.

Willow blinked at her. "That was some good babble."

"Thanks."

"I'm Ginny. We have some injured… they're bad off… I'm not sure if we can move them or not," Ginny told the two slowly. She felt as if her mouth was disconnected from the rest of her body.

"We brought healers, but they aren't used to magic and this kind of fighting," Willow shared. "As soon as we're done with these doodooheads, then we'll have Tim and Sarah come on over. Speaking of, I bet I could help speed up this process. Kit, you stay with these guys."

Kit dropped into the hole and looked at the faces around her. "Hi, I'm Kit. Let's see if there's not something I can do while I'm here."

A horrible cackling sounded above them, and they looked to see Bellatrix pulling Hermione out of the hole, mostly by her hair. The redhead screamed in horror.

"Lookee, lookee, Granger's got a little bun in the oven… can't be having that now, can we?" the crazy woman shrieked, as she held Hermione on the ground with one hand, Bellatrix's wand up in the air to cast.

"Yo, Crazy Bitch," Xander called out, causing the woman to turn in surprise. "Hurtin' pregnant ladies… so not cool! I'm thinking that's a straight up twenty on the one to ten bitch-o-meter… and not the good bitch-o-meter either."

Bellatrix, ruled more by insanity than common sense, turned her attention to the muggle and threw a Killing Curse at him. She gave one lone gasp as Hermione's twin of the spell hit her in the chest, and Bellatrix fell to the ground dead. Hermione crawled slowly towards the man, praying the spell hadn't hit him.

Voldemort smirked as one of his spells drew blood from the upstart blonde. "You think to defeat me? I have lasted decades, and have returned from the dead. I will last eons more and rule this world in the palm of my hand. You're just a pathetic, magicless muggle."

Buffy spit blood from her mouth and gave the man a mean grin. "Where have I heard this speech before? Oh yeah, from every Dickhead bent on taking over the world that I've ever destroyed, and we have destroyed them all." She slammed her fist into his face, and was pleased to see teeth fly out of his mouth as he stumbled backwards from her. Still not cluing in on the futility of his spells, Voldemort cast another spell at Buffy, and with just one small hitch to her step, she kept stalking closer to him. "You're not the only kid on the playground that can play the back from the dead card Moldy… me? I've died at least three times, but I can one up ya because I came back and I still look damned good." With that said, as the man began to cast again, she kicked the wand from his hand. Buffy kept her eyes trained on him, watching the surprise as she stepped on the stick, shattering it, and then swinging her sword and taking his head.

By the end of the fight it was obvious that some spells worked and some didn't. Buffy and a few of the other girls had crisscrossing slices across several parts of their bodies, and all of them suffered some form of injury, though for the most part they were minor. Faith had gotten the pleasure of destroying the snake, Nagini, and was currently skinning the creature, while sitting on a tree stump, to stay off her broken ankle.

Tim and Sarah moved over to the hideout and after several minutes of trying to figure out what to do the two learned how to channel their new abilities and managed to heal the three injured wizards and Faith's broken ankle. Buffy decided they would wait to heal the rest of the wounds until they got back to base. The world was rapidly destroying around them and she figured the quicker they got out of there, the better.

Buffy looked at the group they'd come to save. They were in desperate need of food and rest. "Your world is destroying itself. We've got zombies in ours, but we've also got sanctuary. If you come with us we'll share that with you; we'll share everything we have."

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Wellington Arms

They'd managed to get all of the shoes into the area designated for clothing once everyone pitched in. Then the Council men had gone into a corner to speak. They'd decided it was time to start training. When Willow , Buffy and Faith got back they knew that Willow would pull the witches together and the slayers would pull their slayers together. But they knew there were other things they needed to be working on, and training the non-slayers for fighting was a big objective.

"We should probably…" Dean began.

"Gentlemen," Gibbs had approached quietly, a large cup of coffee in his hand, Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David on his six.

"Special Agent Gibbs, isn't it?" Graham asked.

"That's right, or at least it was," Gibbs' lips twisted up on one side slightly. "You can call me Gibbs, or Jethro." In the time he was speaking they'd drawn more attention and Fornell along with the male BAU agents had approached. "It looked like you were planning something and we thought maybe we could help."

"We were actually discussing setting up a training program," Dean told the man. Before they'd even started rescuing people the Council members had decided that they would be up front about their actions and decisions. They weren't hiding anything from anyone; that had been very important to Buffy. Dean looked at Jethro Gibbs. The older man reminded him of his father in a lot of ways. "Even though not everyone will go out on supply runs, or rescue missions, we want everyone to know how to defend themselves."

"That's a good plan," Hotch joined in the conversation.

"We're thinking firearms, hand to hand combat, some martial arts," Connor explained. "There are several of us here who know different forms of martial arts, and most of the Council members, including Gunn and I know how to kick ass."

"Not everybody's gonna be a great soldier," Tony threw in.

"No, we know that," Riley responded, "but at least they'll be able to protect themselves."

"So we break everyone into groups," Gibbs took over. "That's what you've been doing, right? Taking shifts on cooking, cleaning; all the necessary chores? So we break everyone into groups, and add in the necessary training."

"Some of that's been simple," Riley shrugged. "Andrew is in his element in the kitchen. We just take shifts in carting everything in and out. Then he normally uses magicks to clean up."

Sam suddenly sucked in a huge breath of air, standing straight up, his entire eye turning pure onyx black. "Incoming Wormhole. SG-1's IDC code, shields lowered…. SG-1's taking heavy fire, Sir!" His voice was extremely deep and echoed as if it was coming over an intercom. Sam began moving towards the back of the room.

The Council moved into action immediately, arming up and running to where Sam stood staring at the wall and waiting. There were several sounds, almost as if an engine was revving and then a glittering blue circle appeared against the wall. There was a loud whooshing and a wave of some unknown bluish white matter pushed outward for a moment before moving back into a rippling surface which looked like blue water.