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This story is No. 2 in the series "Identity". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: There is more to Jazmine Ren than meets the eye but what is it? And who exactly is she? second in series. BTVSHP XOVER. AU AFTER 4TH BOOK AND SEASON 3.

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Harry Potter > GeneralManyNamedChibiFR1343,794001,6775 Apr 0730 Apr 07No

Scoobies!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THIS! I only own Jazmine and Esmerelda. And the plot, that's mine too.

AN: This is where the events in DOAUM come in. If you have not read that then go to my profile and read that first.

For those of you who have read it- the bold is Sakura's thoughts, italicied are Jazmine's thoughts, and both means both are thinking.



Once the three were inside, Jazmine led them around the corner to the main area. Immediately, Jer had to raise his hands to cover his ears. The noise was unbearable for him. ‘No wonder most Americans can’t hear.’ He thought as he followed Jaz and Essie. He was about to risk damaging his ear drums to tap Jaz on the shoulder when he noticed her wave to a group trough the crowd on the other side of the hall. The rather large group of seven rose and haltingly made their way through the loud crowd towards Essie, Jaz, and Jer.
The members of the group struck Jer as odd and somewhat familiar. One girl, who was apparently the leader, had blond hair and carried herself with an air of power. The dark-haired girl behind her held the same aura, but it seemed as though she had been through some tough times. The third female member looked bored, as though she wished she had something better to do as she leaned on the arm of one of the four men- Jer suspected that most females thought him the perfect version of tall, dark, and handsome. Two of the other three spent the entire trip glaring at each other.

One was tall with dark hair, and seemed to keep to the shadows. The other was slightly shorter with angular defined features and slightly spiked blond hair. The last of the four was a weary man who looked far older than he actually was. He looked familiar to Jer and as the group neared, Jer realized why. The man looked like an old friend of his from school who was forced to leave to continue the family business.

“Hey Buff!” Jaz called. “Do you know if the rooms in the back are open?”

“They should be.” The blond leader replied as the dark-haired girl moved behind her.

“Yo, Jazzy, Essie! What’s up?” she asked, but instead of waiting for an answer, she turned to Jer and asked, “Who’s the Brit?” Jer stared at her, his mouth falling open with surprise at her correct guess of his origin.

“Not now Faith.” Jaz yelled at the girl over the noise. “Quiet first. Then intros, ‘K?”

“Five by five” Faith nodded and motioned for everyone to follow her. She led them to a room in the back of the club. After she entered the door, Faith walked over to one of the several couches and fell back on it. The others quickly followed (with the exception of Buffy, who rolled her eyes first) except for the blond and mysterious men who went to stand behind Buffy and Jaz, who sat on the floor.

“Well,” Jaz said after everyone seemed comfortable. “Time for introductions. Jer, the blond girl over there is Buffy and the dark-haired one is Faith. They are the resident Slayers. Don’t ask why there’re two, it’s a long story.” She told him.

“No it’s not,” the board girl said. “Buffy died and Xander brought her back with CPR. But she died so a new one was called. Period.”

“Thank you Cordy, for showing your amazing gift of understatement.” The handsome boy beside her said.

“Oi! Zip it, Lock it, Put it in your pocket. The both of you.” Jazz said in a very British accent.

“Oh man! You’ve been spending way too much time with the G-Man, Jazz.” The boy said.

“Yeah, you’re starting to sound like him, Jazzy-mine.” Essie said.

Jazmine rolled her eyes and turned to Jer. “The girl is Cordelia Chase and the Raven-head next to her is Xander Harris.” The two nodded their heads in greeting and Jazz continued, “You’ve already meet Oz. His girlfriend, Willow Rosenberg is at the library. Wesley’s there too apparently. He’s Faith’s Watcher.”

“And now you get to meet the resident shadows,” Essie exclaimed, jumping in for her turn. She motioned toward the resident shadows. These are the Scoobies who go ‘bump’ in the night. Allow me to introduce Angel and Spike, the world’s only souled vamps!” Essie pointed to each one and Spike, the blond sighed.

“You don’t have to make it sound like we’re on some bloody talk show, luv.

Jer laughed, “Finally! Someone who speaks my language!”

“And that is?” Buffy prompted, looking between Spike and Jer.

“The language of the British, luv.” He said putting his hand on her shoulder. Buffy jabbed her elbow back to catch him in the stomach, he gasped when she hit lower than expected. “Easy on the goods, luv.” He choked out.

Buffy turned with an evil grin on her face. “Oh, whatever! It’s not like you need them anyway.”

“No,” he agreed. Then he leaned down to kiss her, “but it does help things along.”

Jaz cleared her throat. The two looked up. “Thank you.” She turned back to Jer, “And this person is Buffy’s Watcher, Gi-“

“Ripper,” Jer said positive that this was his old friend. “I haven’t seen you since you left school.”

Giles stared at him before smiling, “Hello Prongs.” He opened his mouth to say more but was cut off by Jaz.

“I knew a Prongs once.” Everyone’s eyes snapped toward Jaz. She sat on the floor barley moving, and was staring at the wall with glassy eyes. “He had three best friends. Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot. They called themselves the-the-the…” Suddenly she shook herself. Jaz looked at the others before resting her eyes on Essie with a silent plea, “I’m sorry. Did I miss something?”

“You said you used to know a Prongs. And that he had three friends, Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot. And that they belonged to a group of some kind.” Essie told her patiently.

“Marauders, Jer whispered.

Jaz’s head snapped up. “What?” She asked him sharply.

“They- we- were called the Marauders. But you wouldn’t know that unless you went to Hogwa- went to school with us.”

-_-_-_-Jaz POV-_-_-_-

I stared wide- eyed at the man I called Jer. Giles had called him Prongs.

My old boyfriend’s name was Prongs.

Where did that come from? Whatever.

This guy’s name is Prongs. Jam- Jer’s name is Prongs.

Why did I just want to call him James? Wait Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. Remy…um…Peter…Siri…and James- no, Jer- NO, James.

James is Jer and Jer is James. I can’t think…. Wait! I- I remember…

-_-_-_-Third person-_-_-_-

Jaz’s eyes bugged. She looked from Giles ‘Ripper’ to Jer ‘James, Prongs.’ When her eyes caught James’, memories flooded her mind. She remembered teasing Lily and Sev, pranking the teachers at school, and she remembered something else. She remembered Magic. Jaz felt herself slowly falling unconscious, ‘NO!’ her mind screamed. No, Not again! I don’t want to lose you again!'

“James,” she said to him as her world started to spin and faded slowly to black as she fainted.
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