Disclaimer: I don't own HP or BTVS, those belong to Joanne K. Rowling and Joss Whedon.
Spoiler Alert: This story has spoilers for the whole BTVS series and books one through six of HP.
A/N: This will be a long story (hopefully) and will have some quirks that you may or may not like. (so no flames or complaints please – unless it is constructive criticism) I'm fiddling with the timeline, so Not Fade Away happens only 5 months after chosen.
Also, this story starts a month before Dumbledore died.
Albus Dumbledore paced in his study, as he remembered certain things happening across the earth, that had changed the world forever. It had happened a mere 2 months ago, but he knew that he needed allies that would help those that were taking his place, for Albus knew he would most likely die before the year was out. He needed to make preparations, and what better allies could he have, than the ones who had closed the Hellmouth?
Hi, Dawn here. Well of course its me, this is my diary. Well anyways, things at Rome are going well, school's alright, but I do have to learn Latin, which kinda sucks, but other than that, I like it here. Buffy is doing alright, but she says I'm old enough to be considered a full scooby! She says she might round up some of her friends sometime for a gathering. It will be great seeing the Scooby gang back together” Dawn smiled as she wrote in her diary.
It seemed right when she finished that last sentence, the phone started ringing. “I'll get it!” Shouted Dawn to her sister who was cooking at the moment. (Ha! Buffy was cooking!) She picked up the phone beside her bed.
“Hello?” asked Dawn.
“Hello Miss Summers,” said a voice that Dawn didn't recognize.
“Who is this?”
A figure watched Buffy Summers bustle around in the kitchen from outside the house. Buffy's blonde hair was tied in a ponytail and she was wearing a cooking apron. The figure smirked as she came out of the shadows, looking like an exact replica of the petite blonde girl cooking eggs on the Summers' kitchen, but wearing a red leather coat that went down to her ankles over a black blouse and jeans.
“The fight's not over yet slayer...”
She disappeared as Buffy's head snapped up and looked through the window at the spot where her 'double' just was, looking shaken.
Willow Rosenberg sat in the plane going to London. She was going to Giles' place to help him rebuild the watchers council. She sighed as she realized how huge it would have to be, with all these slayers popping up everywhere. They were the ones she had created, making the spell that would turn all the potentials into full fledged slayers. She sometimes mentally cursed Buffy for thinking of it in the first place. Sure, it had helped defeat The First, but it's causing a world of trouble for them now.
All this thinking was just a distraction for the ache she felt in her heart. It had been a sharp pain, before, but was now just a dull thud beating in time to the muscle in her chest. She broke up with Kennedy. They were in Vegas, and it was inevitable Kennedy would hook up with another girl, given her impulsiveness. Willow found out, and they'd ended up having a huge argument, which ended up with Willow leaving the city for England. Willow sighed again. Maybe she was just not the one. It made sense. The pain of their separation was not even remotely as large as how it was with Tara. Not by half.
Then again, Willow didn't think anything could hurt as much as Tara's loss did. She'd ended up nearly draining the planet of it's life force because of it. She should've gotten a clue from that. Tara was her one and only. And that's that.
Ginerva Weasley walked through a moonlit forest. The trees swayed in the wind, but Ginny was unaware of the breeze, as she concentrated on finding her way through the night. The grass tickled her bare feet, and she awoke out of her stupor, to find that she was getting nowhere. So she let her mind wander.
It was a clear night, and there were many stars. The moon was half hidden by a cloud, and cast pale shadows everywhere it's light reached the ground. She looked down at herself. She was wearing white. She never wore white, anymore. Well, not outside of the school uniform, anyways. She always thought it too bright a colour. It would likely get her noticed when she didn't want to be.
She never wanted to be noticed, anymore.
After some time, she saw a faint glow ahead. When she neared, she saw the glow had been a small campfire in a clearing. She sat on the ground by the flame, reveling in it's warmth, when she saw she wasn't the only one there.
Turning, she saw a woman with sandy hair sitting cross legged on the other side of the fire. She was smiling, her eyes closed.
"Hello," she said softly.
"Hi," Ginny spoke back.
She opened her eyes, which had more warmth in them than the fire.
"Is this a dream?" Ginny asked uncertainly.
The woman closed her eyes again, still smiling the half smile she wore when Ginny had sat down. "Yes."
"What's your name?"
"Tara," She answered.
"I'm Ginny," the red head told her.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore"
"Never heard of you" replied Dawn.
"May I speak with your sister?"
"I need a... favor"
"Fine." Dawn shouted down to her sister, "Buffy! Pick up the phone!"
Buffy picked it up.
"Hello Ms. Summers, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor."
"And who is this exactly?"
"This is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry"
"And what exactly do you want?"
"Well, since you are the most elite of the slayers, we need your help to defeat a foe.
"Wait, back up, you said you are a wizard right? So that means that this bad guy you want me to kill is one too, right?"
"Very perceptive Ms. Summers" replied Dumbledore.
"What's in it for me?"
"Ah, I was hoping you would ask that!"
After the wizard Dumbledore called, Buffy called Dawn to her.
"I don't think it's as simple as Dumbledore said. I think it's about to become a lot more complicated," Buffy said seriously.
Dawn looked at Buffy with concern as she asked, "Why? What do you think is going to happen?"
"I think I saw myself outside today. You know what that means don't you?"
Dawn's Eyes widened as she nodded, "It means we're going to have to round up the Scoobies again."
Well that wasn't so bad was it?
Let me know.