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Harry Potter, the Slayer, and the Wiccan Witch

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Summary: With Voldemort on the rise, Dumbledore decides it's time to call in reinforcements.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Draco MalfoySabiaFR1359,873077,60723 Nov 0523 Nov 05No

Harry Potter, the Slayer, and the Wiccan Witch

Disclaimer: Harry and Co. belong to JK Rowling and a bunch of other people I don't know the names of, Buffy and her Scoobies belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. No profit has been made from this story, and none of my other ones either for that matter.

Setting: The beginning of S7 in BTVS, and Harry and Co.'s sixth year at Hogwarts. Note that although Willow has returned from England, Spike has not been seen yet.

Rating: Not sure yet, but if you watch BTVS you can read this

Summary: When Voldemort rises again, Harry fights back with all his wizardly power, but he's still just an underage, under trained wizard. Dumbledore calls in reinforcements- of the Wicca variety (i.e. Willow for the slower people out there) Willow/Harry, Hermione/Ron, and I haven't decided on Buffy yet. We'll see what sort of mood I'm in. Willow is bisexual, not gay, in this fic.

Author's notes: All right, I know it's kind of short and boring but there's fun to come. Promise. Review, and please, CRITICIZE! But gently, and console me with a cookie afterwards bright smile Some of the spelling will be strange to some of you because it's British, like me.

ADDITIONAL NOTE: This is a fic that I quite literally wrote years ago, and likely has a few mistakes and plot holes. Forgive me, but I haven't the time, energy or will to correct it.

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Dumbledore clapped his hands gently together, bringing the hall to attention. He gazed solemnly out over the students, and leaned on the table before him with wrinkled arms. His voice rang out across the room as he announced, "Welcome back to Hogwarts, students, new and old. I must inform you- all of you- that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds. We also have an old teacher whom we are welcoming back," he nodded courteously to said teacher, "Professor Lupin, who is a werewolf, but whom you are in safe hands with, will be taking Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Hagrid has decided to resign from his post as Care of Magical Creatures teacher in favor of fighting the war against Voldemort." He paused as many of the students flinched. Parvati Patil melodramatically fanned herself with her hat as she went pale. He noted sadly the small amount of Slytherin students; most had gone into hiding when their parents were exposed as Death Eaters. Drawn out of his reverie by the expectant silence, he continued.

"Before we enjoy our delectable feast, I realize that many of you are concerned about the return of Voldemort. Your fears are not without grounds. However, since our last encounter with him, we have considered our options and have decided to fight fire," he smiled, "with water. We have asked some warriors from a different sort of magical world from ours to join us in this battle. They should arrive sometime within the next four weeks. Now, enjoy!"

With that cryptic message, he clapped his hands again to conjure the food from the kitchens, and privately smiled again at the look on the first years' faces as he sat down, pouring himself a gobletful of elderberry flower cordial. His staff, of course, were mostly members of the Order, and already knew the plan. He felt slightly regretful that he could not tell Harry and his companions, but it would be best if they found out along with everybody else.

"So," asked Harry as he ravenously bit into a chicken leg, "who d'you reckon these 'warriors from a different magical world' are?"

Ron shrugged as he shoved a forkful of chips in his mouth, earning himself an indignant squeak from Hermione, who was sitting next to him and had been elbowed in the movement. "D'no," he managed around the food. "Never heard of another magic world."

They turned to Hermione expectantly as she piled green beans on her plate. She looked up slightly sheepishly. "Don't look at me. I know a lot, but it's all about this world, or the Muggle one."

Ginny Weasley, on the other side of Harry, peered around her curtain of red hair. "I expect we'll find out soon enough."

In England, Rupert Giles, ex-Watcher, shuffled through his mail, mumbling as he wandered through to the kitchen in plaid, comfortably threadbare slippers. "Bill, bill, advertisement, letter from Willow, letter from Roy, bill, paper-"

He stopped suddenly when he found a creamy, thick envelope made out of stiff parchment. It was sealed with a curly 'H', which looked strange so close to a Muggle stamp, and could only be from one place. He sank down onto his well-cushioned couch. He curiously, quickly, slit it open with his letter open (not real silver) and devoured the ornate green writing.

Dear Rupert,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know that you have been out of contact with the wizarding world for some time, but I regret to say the time has come when we have need of you and your charges. Voldemort has risen again, and though we have fought him, with some success, we need an advantage if we are to win this battle. Nothing from the wizarding world can help us that we do not already have, and so I must ask for your help. I have though this over deeply, and have come to the conclusion that Voldemort would never look to your world- the world of Slayers and Wicca.

I beg of you to inform your charges of the wizarding world and its current predicament. Please, ask them for help. I especially believe that Miss Buffy Summers, whom I understand is the current Slayer, and Miss Willow Rosenberg could help. Last spring we felt the ripples of power emanating from Sunnydale, and realized she was the cause. I think that she has great power which could be used to great advantage if she was taught to control it like she has practicing for this past summer. Voldemort would be taken by complete surprise, I think you'll agree.

However, you must do as you see fit, and are under no obligation to help if you do not wish to do so. I will, of course, pay for airplane flights and any other expenses.

Sincerely, Your friend and old teacher,

Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Giles blinked, and immediately took off his glasses, polishing them furiously on his bath robe- scratch that, dressing gown. He'd been hanging around Americans too long. But he must immediately return there. There was no doubt about it. He had to summon the Scoobies. A world needed saving. It just wasn't the usual one.

In Sunnydale, California, Buffy sighed as she made her way to the door. Who could be calling at this hour? She'd just returned from patrol, and it was past 2 am. She was in no mood to fight nasties, which it would undoubtedly be, this late at night- or early in the morning, she supposed. She flung open the door- behind which, to her great surprise, stood Giles. She hugged him delightedly, and then, standing back, felt her forehead furrow. Giles wouldn't come to Sunnydale without calling unless it was dire. She sighed again and led him to the kitchen, making a pot of tea before either of them even spoke. Settled at the table, she asked wearily, "Apocalypse?"

Smiling slightly, Giles replied, "It's good to see you too. Yes and no. There is a kind of apocalypse. But, if it suits you, I will tell the tale in the morning in front of everyone. I assume they are well?"

Buffy nodded, and informed him, "Everybody is fine. And I am completely willing to go with the sleep plan. I'm sorry, but you're gunna have to spend the night on the couch. I'll get the-" she yawned, "- linens."

The next morning, with everyone gathering in the kitchen, Giles filled them in over pancakes. He grinned wryly at the fact that none of them appeared disbelieving. His thoughts were interrupted by Xander, pondering aloud the question he'd hope nobody asked. "So, how d'you know so much about Oz and his lil' old yellow brick road?"

He took off his glasses, cleaning them on the hem of his shirt. "Uh-oh, that's never a good sign," observed Buffy.

"Yes, well, in my darker, younger and somewhat stupider days, I attended Hogwarts, the British school for witches and wizards. We- Ethan and I- dallied in some rather black magics and were subsequently expelled in our final year. Of course that didn't stop up from going on to Eyghon and such, and finding more 'friends' along the way. However, whereas Ethan's wand is snapped, Albus kept mine, and gave it back to me when I became a Watcher. I have it with me. It was buried in my attic. After the things I did at school, I vowed never to use it again, but I suppose I need it now." He withdrew a sturdy wooden wand from inside his coat, and examined it fondly. "Twelve inches, oak, dragon's heartstring core."

"Cool! Will we get one?" Dawn asked eagerly.

"You may well be tested, but I highly doubt that all of you have magic in your veins. Don't get your hopes up. Still, we shall probably try. Now, I think we should be preparing to leave. We're wanted as soon as possible."

Soon, the house was a-bustle with activity. All the occupants of 1630 Revello Drive were busily packing suitcases, taking leave from work and school, calling friends to tell them of their future whereabouts. Giles contently sipped his mug of Earl Grey. He could depend on these wonderful, fabulous people who he'd come to consider his family. Always.
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