Ok people, I need your help!

This is the prelude to my new story (btvs/HP) BUT I can't think of a name, and I'm still concentrating on All In the blood, so I might not post the rest of this yet… it actually depends on you guys. If you want this one too, you'll have to be nice and patient about updates, cos its not my focus right now.

So for the mo, I would like feeback on that, general feedback on what you think of the basic idea, and NAME HELP please!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Harry Potter. Really wish I did, but I don't, so I'm getting nada for this- don't sue me.

Summary: At the end of Prisoner of Azkaban, the Gryffindor quartet is split...

Prelude

            "I just can't believe he could even dare to say all that stuff- Poncey git."

            "I know! I mean, seriously, what did he do? Ooh, got knocked out, bra-bloody-vo."

The teens laughed loudly, and a tiny owl whizzed about the carriage again.

            "Bloody hell! Sirius tricked us, Harry, this thing's manic!" Ron cried.       

            "Plus side- it's not an animagus deatheater working for the big V."

            "Always a good thing." Harry agreed. Ron nodded acceptance, and ducked as the mad owl flew at him. Suddenly he brightened,

            "Quidditch world cup this summer!" He declared happily.

            "Yeah!" Harry grinned, but his face soon fell again, "But somehow I don't think that's gonna be on BBC1 at the Dursley's."

            "Na." Grinned one of the girls. "You get the gardener's specials."

            "Lucky me." He said dryly.   

            "I bet Dudley would have liked Quidditch if he saw it." Hermione said.

            "Yeah, or at least the bit where you use club to whack balls at people." Harry added.

            "He could have been a beater if he was a wizard." Hermione said.

            "Beater? Bludger more like!" Ron cried. They all fell about laughing again, the four friends enjoying their last few hours together before the holidays.

            "You guys have to come stay sometime." Ron told them all.

            "How's tomorrow sound?" Harry asked in mock hope.

            "Don't sweat it Haz- you'll survive."

            "After blowing up Aunt Marge? Yeah right." Harry said, knocking away her hand as she ruffled his already messy hair.

            "They wont go near you." Hermione said.

            "True, true, I'll have that at least."

            "Yeah!" Ron said, "Think yourself lucky- I'm gonna have bloody Percy! Apparently he's totally obsessed with his new boss…"

            "Obsessed how?"

            "You have such a dirty mind!" Hermione scolded.

            "I was being very serious!"          

            "Yeah, and Ron is inviting Malfoy to stay." Harry joked. Through more laughter, not one of them could think of a place they would rather be at that moment. They each felt happier, safer, more loved within this group than pretty much anywhere else on the planet. In mere hours they would part, and for one, at least, this dream was about to be ripped out from beneath her feet. She sat in this carriage now, her past no more than that, and her future set out with those around her right now, and at Hogwarts, but all of that was about to change.

            "So you reckon you'll be able to get an owl this summer then?" Hermione asked her.

            "Depends." She replied, "I gotta convince Jo that I'll clear all the shit up…"

            "Faith!" Hermione exclaimed.

            "Grow up, Mi." Faith teased, "You have to stop gasping every time I say shit, or you'll never get over the fuck-faints."

            "Shut up." Hermione said sulkily.

            "You mean shut the f…" Faith began, grinning. But Hermione elbowed her in the ribs, and more laughter ensued.

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Please please please review- I really need your feedback on this!!

-Sam