Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series or Harry Potter. All rights go to their owners and I make no profit from this.

Author's Note: Be prepared, because I'm going to do what I want, when I want when it comes to this story. This is Fanfiction, some cannon elements but I can change what I want. I've seen A.U. stories where everyone's a painter. So I can go balls-to-the-walls if I feel like it. So expect Sex, Femmeslash, Smut, Lemons or whatever I feel like putting in. And gore, can't forget about the gore. Just don't expect any Yaoi, player, because I don't write that.

So welcome to my Fanon.

Dark storm clouds seemed to swirl high above as lightning of various colors flashed from cloud to cloud before strike angrily at the Earth. Violent winds tore at the Forbidden Forest, snapping leaves and twigs off branches before snapping the branches themselves off the trees. Multicolored jets of light flew back and forth across the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as students and teachers attempted to hold off the forces of Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters.

Bodies were strewn about the ground as brothers, sisters, and cousins fought for the future of their world, though a wide circle surrounded the most animated pair of duelers. Within a blazing dome of fire two figures seemed to dance and tumble out of the way of oncoming spell-fire. Red and Green lights blasted apart any form of protection for the two duelers. One, snake faced and red eyed was Lord Voldemort. Dressed in flowing black robes and as pale as death, his teeth were grit together tightly as he failed yet again to hit the boy in front of him with the Killing Curse.

The second was Harry Potter, dressed in muggle jeans and a t-shirt with his holly wand battering away at the Dark Lord's defenses. There was no one left to either man but the other. The horcruxes were destroyed and Harry wouldn't let anyone else die for him. His wand whipped about the air as his Reducto curse met Voldemort's Killing Curse causing the green beam to explode and send jets flying in every direction.

The rays off killing magic slammed into the flaming barrier which absorbed the magic and began to pulse hotter and brighter than before. Both wizards ducked for cover as the pulsing continued to pick up in speed. The ground around it began to burn and bubble with heat and magic. "I guess this is goodbye, Harry Potter," the dark lord hissed from behind his cover. "You will die here and I… I will go on to be reborn again."

"Not quite, Riddle," Harry said mockingly though he eyed the barrier warily. "Your Horcruxes are all gone. When this dome goes, we'll finish it like we started it. Together." The Boy-Who-Lived actually chuckled as he heard Voldemort's scream of fury. "What's the matter, Tom, afraid to die? We both know there are things far worse than death."

"Nothing is worse than death's embrace! Do you hear me," the bone white man screamed in absolute panic as the dome finally seemed to settle on a strange orange and green glow. Harry continued to chuckle as he dropped his wand next to his feet and leaned against a fallen section of the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower. Images of Ron and Hermione flashed past his eye and he found himself happy to have at least given them the shot to live happily ever after, even if he never would.

"Stop crying already, I think our death's are pretty inescapable at this point," Harry called back as the weird dome began to pick up off the ground, tearing a half-circle out of the ground. The dome was no dome at all but a giant sphere they were trapped within, slowly boiling what was left within as it lifted into the air. "We'll either melt or be blown to bits… It's almost amusing," the teenaged wizard said with a smirk on his face.

"If I must go," a voice said from right above the raven haired, green eyed boy causing him to jerk his head up. Standing above him was Voldemort his yew wand trained on the boy. "I'll at least have the satisfaction of murdering you before I do." He opened his mouth to say the final two words Harry was ever going to hear but his jaw slammed shut as Harry's fist caught him in an uppercut sending him staggering backwards.

"Blah, blah, blah Tom, less talking more fighting," Harry said as he hopped over his rubble made barrier and threw himself at his arch-nemesis. As his fist blindsided a stunned Voldemort again, the young boy realized the major flaw with magic. These wizards and witches were addicted to it; they used it to solve everything, even fights. Voldemort might have been more than a match for him when it came to spell power but a seventeen year old could almost always count himself the winner of fisticuffs against a seventy-one year old man.

As their glowing sphere of death floated higher into the air lightning began to crash against its sides, fueling its destructive power even more. The back of Harry's hand knocked several of Tom's teeth out of his head as blood poured from the older man's nose and mouth. Grabbing the front of the man's black robes, Harry pulled the Dark Lord up so they were face to face. "You know what the difference is between you and I Riddle?"

Voldemort said nothing but spat into his abusers face coating his cheek in blood and saliva. "The difference is that I had no choice but to fight you. That prophecy you were so damned and determined to stop? You made it happen when you killed my parents and attacked me." Green eyes lit up as understanding dawned in the beaten wizard's eyes. "That's right you created your own destroyer, Riddle. So this… is for my Mum and Dad," he snarled before shoving the bald headed wizard away from him.

Voldemort stumbled over his own robes before he felt something hot burn his feet. On reflex he jumped further back from the molten ground only to crash into the super heated orb walls. A deafening scream filled the air as power coursed through his body ripping apart his cells even as it devoured his magical power. Wide eyes he could only stare at the smirking form of Harry Potter before his vision went white.

Harry watched his parents' murderer writhe in agony against the very spell he had created as orange and green arcs of energy encompassed his body. The bright colors of the walls seemed to become more intense before fading to solid white. Here it was and Harry couldn't be happier for it. The end of his long life of suffering was at hand. The Dursleys, Hogwarts, Horcruxes… it was all going to end right here. "So long…" he whispered as the floating orb suddenly blasted like a star going supernova.

A wave of pure energy crashed into the castle ripping it to shreds as it engulfed the entire battleground below. Humans, centaurs, giants, house elves and even the Acromantula were burned to ash in the onslaught. Fire burst into life within the forest settling into trees like overgrown matches. The Shrieking Shack and Severus Snape's body was eviscerated without pause as the wave flew towards Hogsmeade.

Then without warning, everything stopped.

"This was not my fault," a girl's voice rang out as young teenage girl with auburn hair appeared high above the wave, standing in the air as though she was on the ground. A white toga hung off her left shoulder and a golden belt held it fast around her waist. "Somehow the two visions I gave that drunken Trelawney didn't come to pass."

"I know child," a deep, but soft woman's voice answered as a shapely woman dressed similarly to the girl arrived beside her. Her bare feet stood high above the heads of any mortal down below as she looked about the landscape with a frown on her face. "Albus Dumbledore's desires and plans have doomed this world. There is nothing I can do to save it from becoming a barren smoldering rock by dawn. Everything on this planet will be dead by sunup."

The older woman looked sorrowfully as her eyes landed on the dreamy smile of a young messy haired boy's soul which was frozen in time. "He went through so much pain in his life that death was the only release he had from his torment. Albus Dumbledore will have much to answer for when his time comes again," she whispered with narrowed eyes as she strolled into the wave of magic without feeling a thing and gently took the boy's soul in hand.

With a spiral of her own magic the seventeen year old was reduced once more to an infant whom she cradled close to her chest. "Mom, I'm really not sure what you're getting at here. Dumbledore's time will come again? You aren't planning to do what I think you are planning to do are you?" The dark haired girl asked before worrying her lower lip.

"Oh yes, my dearest Moria, you worry far too much for one so young," the woman giggled and rubbed the girl's hair affectionately. "Have you forgotten I am more than simply some woman whose breasts you suckled? I am Cybele, Mother of all. I gave all things life and I can certainly change things as I see fit, even time. It's one of the perks of being… well me," she said smiling.

Taking the young girl by the upper arm the two appeared on a cold November night in 1981. "Why are we… oh no Mom, we can't," Moria pleaded with the older woman when she spotted a lone basket on a familiar doorstep. The older woman's earth green eyes looked down at her daughter with annoyance causing her to clam up. She watched the back of her mother's moss covered mud colored hair as the woman passed easily through the garden gate and up the walk to the baby.

Carefully Cybele laid the frozen soul of an older Harry Potter over the baby in the basket and gently pushed it in. Her green eyes turned a glowing blue as she watched the two souls fuse together before smiling gently. "There now little one," she whispered as she knelt to pick the baby up in her arms, burning the letter from Dumbledore up with a mere glance of her eyes. "You can't stay here, and I'll be damned if I let those monstrosities of a plot point… I mean of magic continue to exist."

Closing her eyes she felt for every soul fragment belonging to Tom Riddle and felt them burn under her all encompassing power. Instead she tied Tom Riddle's life to another, so when one died, the other would go as well. "Let him and the little boy Albus think the Horcruxes still stand. It will be fun to watch them run around aimlessly trying to destroy each other. But what to do about little Harry here…?"

"Maybe you should leave him her, Mom," Moria said in a testy voice as her eyes flashed in annoyance. "The blood wards should be more than enough…" she quieted down when she saw her mother's look before wincing. "You're right, my fault. Everyone on this planet is related somehow, blood wards are about as concrete a defense as trying to push more air between two people."

Cybele smiled proudly down at the girl before walking back through the gate and keeping the baby close to her bosom. "Why not have another try at it, sweetie," she said with a smile as she sat on the rough stone wall. "I know your visions failed to come true last time, but you must practice at them in order to make them correct. Why not try to see where our young friend should go."

With wide eyes the girl nodded excitedly and bit her lower lip in concentration. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and a deep pearly white glow manifested from deep within them. "Across ocean and land the babe shall go, to the Angel City and Midyears Season. The Chosen shall be brother of the Chosen and Key. A Wizard and Warlock in the future will be the key to alls survival. His death undone my first is undone as well. He will be loved…"

The girl gasped as she came out of her trance, blinking away tears from her nearly blinded eyes. "How… was… that…" she panted and looked up into the eyes of her beaming mother. She couldn't help but smile back as the woman stood and pulled her into a one armed embrace.

The two females and one baby once again seemed to just reappear in front of a large house in the suburbs of Los Angeles. "I make such a beautiful planet and they destroy it piece by piece," the older of the two grumbled as the three entered the house. A with short brown hair and a square face as well as a woman with dark blond hair blue eyes were in mid intercourse in the living room, frozen in time by the Mother Goddesses power.

The two Powers barely glanced their way before heading for the stairs leading up to the second floor. There were four bedrooms on that floor, the master bedroom, one belonging to a small two year old blond haired girl who was just stepping out of her room with one hand frozen over her right eye in a vain tempt to rub the sleep from it, an office, and a guest room. Cybele smiled at the girl as did Moria as the two walked by her and into the guest room.

"This won't do at all," Moria said with a giggle before waving her hand dismissively through the air. The bed next to the far wall split in two, with one half becoming a changing table and the other growing bars as it morphed into a crib. The dull eggshell paint was blasted with green and brown trees and images of a yellow bear in a red shirt playing with a bunch of other woodland friends. Knickknacks on the table flew off and began stuffed animals as a stack of towels became stacks of baby clothes that easily flew into drawers and an unopened bag of diapers and several bottles appeared in the room as well as a rocking chair.

"You'll be an excellent mother one day," Cybele told her daughter as she carried the baby to the crib and gently tucked him in. The sleeping baby never woke up as she ran two of her fingers over his eyes to stop him from needing glasses in the future. Her hands rubbed his arms gently before she ran them over his entire body. "Eye of the eagle, strength of the lion, and skin like the mountain, I have hopefully saved your future," she murmured quietly before kissing the baby's forehead, erasing the lightning bolt scar.

"Now for the fun part," she said with a wicked smile as she held her hand above her head. "Watch closely, Moria, those monks won't have anything on me," she said with a smirk that caused her daughter to smile. "Mnemosyne my daughter, please bend your ear to my voice. Titan of Memory your power is needed to rewrite minds and create new remembrances. I give the Summers a child to hide, let no doubt creep onto them that it is not their own and let no family member think otherwise. As I have willed it, so shall it be."

Looking at her daughter she glanced around a bit as though expecting something to happen. "What do you think, did it work?" Suddenly pictures began to pop up inside the nursery of Joyce Summers holding a baby Harry at the hospital. Hank proudly holding both of his children on his knee while watching a sports game on TV. There was even one of little Buffy holding her baby brother with a big goofy grin on her face.

A birth certificate hung on the wall with Harry's footprint on it and Hank and Joyce Summers names signed under the printed name Harry James Summers. There were badly colored drawings of a three year old hanging up everywhere signed 'Bufee' that showed a family of four. "I would think so, Mom," the girl said with a grin on her face. "So Dumbledore and the Ministry will still be looking for him, right?"

"Oh yes, they will, but I've taken the liberty of mixing Harry's blood with Joyce and Buffy's. They'll never get a direct match and they'll be on the lookout for a boy with a scar on his forehead. Even the owls won't find him, not that he needs it. All the knowledge of his time at Hogwarts and his previous life will be unlocked when I will it," she said with a smile and held her daughter close. "Now let's go, I have a hankering for roasted boar dripping with honey."

As the two goddesses vanished, time picked up once again. The small blond girl ignored the happy shouts of her mother downstairs and the pig like grunting of her father to pad across the hall to her baby brother's room. Buffy gingerly creaked open the door and walked into the newly created nursery before walking carefully up to the crib. "I love you…" she whispered through the bars before crawling up into the rocking chair next to the crib and curling up. "I'm yo' big sisteh… I'll always… pwotect you…" she yawned before falling next to the baby as her mother screamed out in pure bliss down below.

"Well kids, here we are, home sweet home," the recently divorced Joyce Summers said as she put an arm around both of her children. Harry and Buffy shot each other a look and emerald green met hazel brief communication. As one the sixteen year old girl and her fifteen year old brother looked up at their mother with a smile. "I knew you two would love it," she said excitedly and practically ran from her jeep to the front door to open it.

The two teens looked up at the two story house in awe. It was even better looking than their house in Los Angeles. Huge sweeping trees cast shadows across the front hard as waist high hedges hugged the house proper. "Finally, we've escaped your annoying friends," Harry said with a smirk before his sister elbowed him causing him to grunt in pain. "Oh come on," he wheezed. "Even you have to admit Kimberly was an airhead."

"Didn't stop you from peaking in on her in the shower, did it," Buffy snapped and sighed when Harry winced. The younger of the two had never taken well to being scolded or yelled at and Buffy wrapped him in a hug. "I'm sorry, Harry, it's just that… I don't know. The whole family thinks I'm nuts and Pike isn't here… I don't know anyone and the stores are all tacky and…"

"You're babbling, sis," Harry said as he returned the hug. "I know you aren't insane, Buffy. I mean I was there when the gym full of creepy faced ugly people burn to ashes. Though I am still trying to figure out how I show lightning from my hand," he said perplexed as the two let go. He flexed his fingers a few times but nothing happened. "Damn it. But anyway," he said turning to the jeep and opening the back hatch to grab some luggage. "You should have kept Pike's coat. Made you look bad ass."

"Nah, too many memories," she said grabbing a whole load of cases with her superior strength. "You know sometimes I just wish I was normal. A normal life with no worries about what happens after dark, just me, shopping and dating like it was in the old days." Her hazel eyes seemed to glaze over a bit. "I think I'm officially done now though. Here in Sunnydale I don't have to be the Slayer. Did you see this town on the drive in? I doubt that there is a vampire within a hundred miles of this place."

"Why would you want to be normal," Harry asked as the two stepped into the receiving area of the house. In one direction there was a living room complete with couch, table, television and chairs. A fire place was imbedded in the far wall with pictures of the two of them up on the mantle. In the other direction was the dining room with paintings their mother hadn't been able to sell hanging on the walls. "Normal is boring, Buffy. You know that expression 'Everyone is special'; well you know for sure that's absolute bullshit."

"Harry, watch your mouth," their mother said as she came down the stairs. "Besides, everyone is special in their own way. You never know what you can do until you put your mind to it. Just don't go around setting fires to gyms," she said leveling her gaze at her daughter who blushed. "Now, there are two rooms upstairs, mine is the middle, you can pick whichever one you want."

"Oh, cool, blue," Harry said pointing through the door to the left where he could already see his bed set up. "Pick a room, right…" he mumbled as he pulled his clothes and more fragile things into his room. Putting his things on his bed he ran down stairs and hugged his mother. "It's wonderful mom. This house is absolutely everything we could have ever wanted."

"Yeah, it is pretty cool," Buffy said as she came down the stairs to hug the woman as well. Her mind drifted though to the fact that her room had a very easily accessible tree that lead down to the ground. It seemed like fate was screaming at her to go on patrol and keep it hidden but she pushed that thought aside. She was Normal!Buffy now. There would be absolutely no slaying in her future.

Oh how wrong she was.

Author's Note: Fuck Cannon welcome to my fanon! More intense, more ballistics, more magic. This is the Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series crossover I always wanted to read, so damn it I'm writing it. It will have… whatever I want in it. So be prepared. If you don't like, don't read it.