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Daryl and Merle had followed Harry Potter to one of the large conference rooms down the hall just past the ballroom which was set up as the hospital/infirmary. This room was set up with several cots, long tables and had people milling about. When they entered the room, the young Wizard moved over to another blonde teen and an older man. Now the blonde teen was staring at Merle aghast.

"You SAWED your own hand off?" he asked in sneering horror, in his oh so proper British voice.

Merle frowned at his stump, and saw the kid's eyes flit down to it as well. "Yep."

Draco looked at Harry. "Muggles are bloody INSANE. Cutting their own hands off…"

Harry shrugged, "There are actually quite a few stories of people having to cut through their own flesh to save their lives. I believe they've even made some movies about it."

A pale girl with dark hair and pale eyes walked by smirking, "Malfoy just never realized how scary Muggles could actually be… we were always under the impression they were weak and sheep-like. That's what He Who Shall Not Be Named and his DeathEaters… and even the Ministry really, wanted us to believe. Poor Draco, is your brain broken," she finished in a saccharine sweet tone.

"Cram it, Pansy," he snapped.

"What the hell's a Muggle?" Daryl asked finally speaking.

At the same time Merle spoke, "Is this the goddamned British invasion?"

"We're from England you crazy Muggle," Draco stared at the older redneck like he was nuts. "Our world was going to shite," he ignored the slap to his head from Snape who stood next to him, "and Voldemort was killing us off as quickly as he could. The Slayers came and rescued us."

Harry chose to respond to Daryl, "Muggles are what Wizards in our world refer to as humans without magical capabilities. Honestly it isn't meant to be derogatory… it's just been ingrained in us for so long the language is hard to get away from. It's quite polite compared to other words Malfoy and his peers used to use… of course most of the reason he used that was because he was a spy."

The blonde, Malfoy, looked affronted, "I haven't used that 'other' terminology in a long time, Potter. Most of the time I HAD to use it because of the part I had to play…"

Daryl looked at the blonde teen. "A spy? He's just a kid."

Harry shrugged, "Where we were from we didn't have much of a chance to be kids for long," Harry said softly.

Malfoy's eyes had shuttered, and his lips had thinned. "From the time we were eleven until we came here we were in the middle of a war… people dying around us… I was a spy for the Dark Lord. It's not a pretty tale. Unfortunately, we lost far too many lives," his words were clipped and emotionless.

That's when Daryl remembered Carl saying there were books about the guy in front of him… Daryl wondered if Carl had them books with him.

"All right, everyone making friends over here?"

A young pregnant girl with wild chesnut hair, barely kept restrained with hairpins had approached them and was smiling softly. All three of the Brits had softened as soon as she neared, and they all seemed protective.

"Ms. Granger, how are you feeling today?" the older man, tall with shoulder length black hair, black eyes, and a large hooked nose asked her.

"I'm well, Professor Snape. Thank you, Sir. I finished the two potions we need for Mr. Dixon and picked up a pain relieving potion for him on the way." She turned to the two men. "Hello, I'm Hermione. It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm going to be giving you three potions today. The first will dull any pain you feel, the second will grow your hand, and the last will regrow the bones. I must warn you though there will still be pain."

"Doubt it'll hurt anything like takin' the thing off did, Darlin'," Merle told her with a wink.

Hermione gave him a compassionate smile, "No, I'm sure it won't. Shall we start then?"

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Ken Tanaka had been feeling like crap all day. He knew he should probably go in and see one of the doctors, but he kept putting it off. He'd been enjoying spending time with Judy in the gardens too much. She never seemed to mind him being around and he liked helping her. It also meant he got to avoid Emma and Will; which was very okay in his book since every time he saw Emma his heart hurt a little bit. But right now he was thinking he should have maybe gone in to see someone. He was feeling pretty dizzy, and his chest was hurting.

Ken frowned as he realized his left arm was numb, and he coughed.

Judy looked up at the man with a smile. "Everything okay?"

"Um, I'm not so sure," he told her, quite perplexed, and coughed again. He took a step forward.

Judy frowned, getting worried. "Ken? You look really pale… are you feeling okay?" She set the watering can down and moved over to him quickly. Right now she, Ken and Layla were the only people outside. Ken had been doing so much for her lately. He'd become her friend, and she'd really become attached to the slightly older man. She thought that perhaps given time she might even feel more for him.

"My arm," he gasped, and then he blacked out. Ken pitched forward, falling into the soft soil.

Judy screamed, drawing Layla's attention. "Ken! Layla, something's wrong with him! Help, someone help," she half sobbed half screamed as she ran to his prone body, rolling him over, checking for a pulse. "Oh my God," she murmured. There was no pulse. She checked for breathing and couldn't feel him breathing. "No no no."

"Judy."

"CPR, we have to do CPR," she sobbed and began to do chest compressions. She knew from her last CPR class you no longer breathed for someone else, but you still did the chest compressions. "Layla you have to get someone," she yelled. "We can't just let him die! I think he had a heart attack! He's always saying how before now he wasn't in the best shape, and he came here and started doing all this heavy lifting… why did I let him do all this lifting," Judy didn't even notice that Layla had run to get help, or when she returned with Eric Foreman and Robert Chase.

"Come on now, let us look after him," Chase told her softly and gently nudged her aside.

Layla helped the other girl to her feet as the two doctors went to work on the fallen man. It wasn't looking good. Judy's sobs became grief-stricken as the two men looked at each other and just shook their heads.

"I'm sorry," Eric Foreman told her.

Everyone was silent for a moment as Ken Tanaka's death sunk in. They'd all considered the fact that they might die at the hands of one of the creatures at the gates, or even one of the soldiers that had caused the virus causing the creatures, but they hadn't really considered that they might fall to something so ordinary as a heart attack.

"Is… is it possible that he'll come back as one of those things," Judy whispered.

"We'll have to watch him… to make sure," Chase told her. "But he wasn't bitten… we don't really know though."

"He was my friend."

"We'll watch," Foreman promised the distraught girl.

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"Willow, is everything okay?" Buffy hadn't seen that look on her best friend's face in a while.

Willow sighed. "I'm not sure, Buff. It's Mr. Fabray… Quinn's Dad? He's out of food. If I don't bring him back here he'll starve to death. I promised her I'd look out for him. I can't just leave him there to die."

Buffy shook her head. "No, we can't." Buffy reached out and gave her friend's shoulder a squeeze. "I'll let her know we're bringing him back."

"Thanks."

Buffy only nodded, and wondered how the young blonde would take the news. She was a strong girl, but Buffy had seen the way the girl's father had treated her. Buffy's mouth twisted into a wry grin, why was it so many of them had troubles with parents? It wasn't long until she found Quinn with the other glee kids in the auditorium with the rest of the McKinley High kids and the kids of the Performing Arts High School. "Quinn?"

Quinn looked over at the Head Slayer and smiled widely. "Hi, Ms. Summers, how are you today?"

"I'm good, how are you doing?"

"We're good. Enjoying our Sunday." That's when Quinn noticed the look on Buffy's face. Rachel must have noticed it too, because she moved over to them.

"Is everything okay?" the little Diva asked.

Buffy gave the two girls a warm smile, especially as Rachel reached out and grasped Quinn's hand in her own, lending her strength. The other kids, now realizing something was happening, crowded around, and Buffy wondered if she should have spoken more quickly, or if this was better. "We're bringing your Dad back to the Hotel," she said gently. "He's run out of food, and we promised we'd look out for him."

Quinn nodded sharply. "I remember. Ms. Rosenberg. She promised when she sent him to the house. She told me then she'd watch over him. So she's bringing him here to make sure he doesn't die."

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

Buffy studied the other girl carefully, and nodded. She knew the other kids would take care of her. "If you need anything…"

"I know…" Quinn whispered.

The kids watched Buffy leave. Finn moved forward and wrapped his arms around Quinn. "It's okay," he promised. "I won't let him near you."

"None of us will," Puck seconded.

"He tries, I'll cut him," Mercedes vowed, dragging a laugh from Quinn.

"He's my Dad, I should be glad he's going to be back and out of danger, right?"

"I probably shouldn't say anything, since I don't know you all that well, but seems to me like he ain't been much of a dad," Malik shrugged.

"For real," Santana agreed.

"I don't blame you, Quinn," Dave Karofsky said quietly. "I know it's not the same, but I don't want my Dad back."

Quinn shared a small smile with the boy. Even though it had only been a few weeks, there had been a marked change in David Karofsky. They didn't know if it was the end of the world or if it was the fact that the stress of his abusive father was gone, but Dave was actually a lot of fun. Maybe it was a bit of both.

That was when Mr. Schue and Ms. Pilsbury entered, and it looked as though both of them had been crying. "Guys, I have some horrible news," Mr. Schue began. "It's about Coach Tanaka…"

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Lance Corporal Peter Kerns stood on the roof of the Wellington Arms and watched several of the witches and wizards burn the bodies of the amassing creatures at the gates. They'd been in this world for several weeks now, surrounded by magic, and still seeing it was surreal. Hell, he'd been brought back to life by it. Really, if anyone should be accepting of it, he should, right?

Really, it wasn't that he wasn't accepting of it… Kerns was just having trouble accepting that there was just no going home. Home; the place he'd been born and raised, lived, fought and eventually died for. The place he'd given his life for was gone forever. And while this place seemed like an exact replica it wasn't the same. Example, the monsters at the gate, and the magic being tossed at the monsters at the gate.

Kerns sighed. Thinking this way was getting him nowhere. He supposed, in the end, what really mattered was that they weren't with those fuckers that brought them to this hellhole, and that he was with his unit.

"Looks like you're having some heavy thoughts there, Soldier Boy," the little redhead, Vi, broke into his concentration.

Kerns looked at her in irritation. "I'm a Marine, not Army, not a 'Soldier Boy', " he corrected.

She grinned. "I know. But it's so fun messing with you military people."

"Don't matter much anymore," he murmured.

She snorted, "Something I've learned in the very short time Special Agent Gibbs has been here, once a Marine, always a Marine. It sucks how you were brought here… the first incarnation of the Initiative, they tortured Oz and Spike, tried to kill Buffy… they were real bastards. Now they've caused the end of the world, Hells the end of a lot of worlds… Gods only knows how they managed that." Vi frowned and got lost within her own thoughts.

"How did they manage that?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I'm a Slayer, the Watcher points me where I need to go and I slay… we've got people working on it though… Hey, I think they're gonna be up here burning these things for a while, you wanna go play some Mario Kart or something in the game-room?"

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