NOTE: I stayed up one night with a headache, drinking a coke, listening to Linkin Park and this just came to me so this might suck or as it sometimes happens when I write when I have a headache I tend to come up with good things (i.e. The Heir of Godric Gryffindor)

Disclaimer: I have a headache almost everyday because of lack of caffeine or my mother bitching about chores, do you think I own Harry Potter? Or Buffy the Vampire Slayer?

6th year

The Hogwarts Express pulled in to the Train station a King's Cross and Harry Potter got off with a heavy heart, it was time to go back to the Dursleys.

Fuck.

After Moody growled one last time at Vernon Harry walked to the Dursleys car and right before he got in was tackled by Hermione who slipped him a note, Harry shot her a questioning look but she shook her head. Harry said goodbye one last time and was rudely told by Vernon that if he didn't get in to the car he would be left there.

Harry got in and sat next to his cousin, who if it was at all possible seemed to have doubled in size and looked even stupider than ever. Dudley sneered at Harry and set about making the rest of his summer a living hell.

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Privet Drive was even more miserable than Harry remembered it. If possible the neighbors seem to have gotten more obnoxious and nosy and there were many chores for Harry to do. It seemed that Vernon didn't care about what Mad-Eye Moody had threatened him with, if Harry didn't do his chores properly he was beaten and locked in his room with no food.

Yet he still continued to send a letter every three day's saying the same thing,

Nothing to report. Dursleys are treating me fine. I'll contact you again in three days,

Harry

He still hadn't opened the note from Hermione.

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Harry was weeding the garden in the backyard when it happened.

A searing pain shot through his scar.

Voldemort was sickeningly happy.

His last thought before he passed out was that the shape looming above him looked awfully similar to Hermione Granger.

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Sirius fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries.

"NOOOO! SIRIUS!"

Harry fought to get to his falling Grandfather but something was holding him back.

"Let me go! I have to save him! Sirius!"

But it was to late.

Harry you have to wake up….

Who are you?

It's me Harry, Hermione…..

Hermione?

Yes, it's me…..

Why do I have to wake up? If I wake up I'll have to be someone else…

I'll have to be the Gryffindor Golden Boy…..

No you won't…..

I won't?

No……

How do you know?

Because I just do…..

I'm not who everyone think's I am either….

You aren't?

No I'm not…

Will you come out now?

Yes……

Harry shot up with a jolt.

He was sitting in a bed in a dark room, light filtered through the blinds on to a figure in a chair. Hermione.

A very very different Hermione.

Her normally bushy brown hair was tamed and was streaked with red, blue, black, and silver. She wore a tight black t-shirt, plain black pants that were ripped in various places, a belt with a myriad of different chains.

And she was smirking.

A very, very, frightening smirk.

It was like a cat smirking after it got the cream and the poor dumb birdie who happened to be stupid enough to be caught.

It was scary.

So Harry felt the need to say what was on his mind,

"What the fuck is going on here?"

(Should I end it here?)

(nah..)

Hermione couldn't hold it I any longer,

She probably would have busted a gut if she had.

No really….

To see the so-called Gryffindor Golden Boy cursing repeatedly like that in fornt of her was quite funny….

So she did the only thing she could do at the moment….

She burst out laughing.

Harry glared at her.

Seeing his face only made her laugh harder.

So Harry glared a bit more, hoping to burn a hole through her, maybe then she would stop laughing….

Not such luck.

"Shut the fuck up Hermione."

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes!"

"No"

Harry lunged.

He put his hand over her mouth, muffling her laughter, but not succeeding in stopping her.

No the only thing he succeeded in doing was getting his hand bitten.

Hard.

"FUCK!"

"Told you I wasn't going to stop. Idiot."

Harry glowered.

"Oh, fine. Follow me, Dumbass."

Hermione stood and opened the door and walked out with an almost feline grace.

His curiousity got the better of him.

He got up and followed her.

They walked in to a spacious living room with black leather couches, plush dark blue carpet, an entertainment center with a big screen, surround sound, DVD's and CD's. There were French doors to a large deck that had a pool that Harry barely got a glimpse of before being dragged by an impatient Hermione in to a large kitchen. The kitchen had a long wooden table with benches that had six people sitting at it. There were four women and two men sitting at it. One of the men had an eye patch; the other was older than the other five and had a stern look on his face. One of the women was a blonde that stuck Harry as older than she looked but she was currently joking with a red head that seemed to have incredible power. The other two women were currently from what Harry had heard discussing the best way to kill a vampire.

The blonde woman noticed them first.

When Harry looked into her eyes he saw something familiar.

Something that reminded him, of himself.

"Faith, Dawn shut up. Harry's awake, and I think he want's some answers." Hermione said surprising Harry.

"Hermione, what the hell is going on? Who are these people?"

"Their some friends. And as too why you're here you're going to get some help in defeating Voldemort."

"Hermione, no one can help me. I'm supposed to kill him or be killed."

The blonde woman spoke up, "Oh you'll kill Old Moldy alright but whoever said you couldn't have some help along the way was an idiot."

"Thank you Buffy." Hermione said smiling at Harry's gobbsmacked face.

She hit him lightly on the back of the head.

Harry rubbed the spot where she hit him and pouted.

The red head giggled.

"Harry I'd like you to meet Xander, Rupert Giles, Willow Rosenburg, Dawn Summers, and Faith and Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayers." Hermione said and when she finished Harry sputtered in disbelief.

"But I thought Slayers were just myths, and besides I though there was only supposed to be one at a time-" Harry was cut off as Hermione sighed.

"Harry they are Slayers and the reason there is two is because Willow did a spell a about three years ago and activated all the potential Slayers on the Planet, but both Buffy and Faith were slayers before that anyways there here too help train you, I asked them to."

"But how do you know them?"

"I think you should know, I'm a Slayer."

"I thought it was odd when you broke Malfoy's nose that easily."

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Well that's all, this was a little longer than my first chapters are normally so be happy!

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