I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or anything associated with it. It belongs to its creator Joss Whedon and whoever else owns it. This piece of literature is simply the work of a humble fan. I don't own Harry Potter neither. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.

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:::Author Notes:::

This takes place during Season Five of Buffy. It's not really after any episode since its pretty much Alternate Universe now. But think along the time frame of The Real Me (where we get an insight into Dawn's head). For Harry Potter it takes place after the events of book five: Order of the Phoenix and the six book whatever its going to be called. Harry's now sixteen and Buffy is 20. The year in case you want to know is 2001.

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The infamous question and answering part. You guys know I don't like people being confused so here are your answers.

Q&A

Is Dawn's father Angel? — Now where on Earth would you get an idea like that from? ^_^

Is Buffy still a teacher at Hogwarts? — Yeah, Buffy is still the Guidance Counselor. Staff need a summer break too.

Who the hell is Genesis? — Contrary to popular belief. Harry can make other friends outside of those at Hogwarts. Its not like the kid is a social outcast. Genesis is just a friend who he made while in Sunnydale.

Thanks people for the reviews. I appreciate the input. This story has a ways to go before ending so keep on reading and sending those reviews in.

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Stars Falling unto Earth

Chapter Three: The Ways of the Fey

By: Water Mage

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Harry walked down the quiet street of Revello Drive, hands deep in his pockets and wand tucked in his back pocket. His ankle was doing marginally better since Willow had put some special home cocked healing suave on it. The sun had set almost two hours ago and the stars were out in the night sky. Harry wasn't in any potential hurry to get home. Vampires tended to stay away from the neighborhood the Slayer lived in. Everywhere else was open grounds to them. Harry turned the volume up in the headphones around his ears. A CD player was tucked in the pocket of his baggy blue jeans, playing a CD of some unknown band that he had never heard of. Xander had given him the CD telling him 'This CD is almost as good as twinkies'.

Harry walked down the sidewalk, the once house of Summers now Potter was only a stones throw away. He hummed to himself as he made a turn to the path that led to the house's front steps. The sound of crickets chirping and the muted sound of the music in his headphones were the only noise that filled the quiet neighborhood at the moment. Harry froze one foot on the steps of the porch. A nagging feeling in his gut was warning him that someone was watching him. You know the feeling you get when eyes are watching you; well Harry was feeling that only greater. Harry snatched off his headphones and withdrew his wand from his back pocket.

"Lumos!"

Light flooded out from the tip of his wand like a flashlight's beam. Harry aimed the light into the shadows of the trees that stood nearby. Narrowing his eyes at a moving shadow Harry immediately turned the beam on the mystery person.

"Bloody hell! What's with all the light, Merlin?"

Harry rolled his eyes and whispered 'Nox'. The beam of light shut off and the figure approached Harry. Spike started forward rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. The blond vampire was dressed in usual all black attire including long black, leather coat.

"What are you doing here, Spike? Is there some reason why you're creeping around in the shadows like some kind of Bram Stroker vampire?"

"I wasn't creeping," replied Spike looking a little put out by being caught. "I was just passing through. Your house just happened to be on my route home is all."

Harry took a good look at the blond vampire. Spike looked like a kid whom had just got caught doing something that was decidedly naughty. Harry didn't believe the vampire's excuse for a moment. He cocked his head giving the vampire a long look over. Spike had been acting weird the last few times that Harry had seen him when he came to the Magic Box. He seemed kind of edgy not around them but around Buffy. Harry's eyes widened as he put the clues together.

"Oh my god," he said astounded. "You have a crush on Buffy. It all fits. Angelus liked Buffy and he stalked the hell out of her and now here you are, following in your Sire's shoes. Outside of her house in the shadows just waiting for her come out, so you can be Mr. Stalker."

Spike's face went from shock to surprise then indignation in seconds. "That's not true!"

Harry genially liked Spike. The vampire was always lots of fun to be around. His cocky attitude and his lengthy list of swear words always entertained Harry to no ends. The most entertaining thing was to watch Spike and Buffy fight. Not psychically but verbally because they both always had such hilarious comebacks to the others insults.

"Yes, it is," replied Harry smirking. He lost his smile and his face was grew sad. "I'm sorry, but I honestly think that Buffy will kill you when she finds out. It's been nice knowing you."

Harry blinked and the next thing he knew Spike was standing inches away from his face. "You can't tell the Slayer that I l— fancy her. Please…" Spike was pleading and actually without a grimace forced out the word please. "…Don't tell her. And I don't stalk her. I just actively watch is all."

Harry was a little unnerved by the pleading Spike. This Spike he didn't know how to deal with. "Ummm… Sure. I guess. I won't tell her. I swear."

"Thanks, wizard boy," said Spike relieved. His shoulders dropped as the tension left his body.

Harry gave Spike a nod and a smile then continued on his original course. He walked up the steps of the front porch and into the house. Harry walked into the living room and was greeted by the sight of Buffy, Willow, and Xander sitting around the cozy living room. Dawn was nowhere in sight and Harry was about to question that then he remembered that Giles had her for tonight. He got a chorus of hellos as he walked into the room and plopped down on the couch beside Xander.

"What's going on with you guys tonight?" asked Harry.

Buffy shrugged. "The usual. At about midnight we got word earlier that a bunch of Darth Vader—"

"Daliath Vatric," corrected Willow and Xander simultaneously.

"That's what I said. Anyway, these demons are going to try and open the Hellmouth."

Harry blanched, the color draining from his face. "What are you still doing here? Go and stop them!"

Xander placed a hand on his shoulder, while shaking his head. "Harry, Harry, Harry… We have a whole six hours before the ritual goes down. The Simpsons comes on at seven and one can't kick ass without watching at least one episode of Simpsony goodness."

"But—"

"Harry trust us. We have it all under control. This isn't our first day on the job. We know what we're doing," smiled Buffy.

Then that was it. The next second the three of them started going on about what they were going to do tomorrow. Xander wanted to go play Mall Tag and Buffy and Willow wanted to go shoe shopping which Xander promptly groaned at. Harry watched them with wide eyes as the group talked as if they had nothing to worry about. As if this ritual that was going down at midnight was only a trivial manner… Which it is not. The demons want to open the Mouth of Hell.

Harry shook his head thinking in his head, 'If they are all that stands in the way of an apocalypse. Then the world is doomed."

Four Hours later…

"Does this look break-and-enterish?"

Harry sat on couch in the living room tapping his foot impatiently on the hardwood floor. Buffy was standing before the three gathered, spinning around showing off her outfit. She was wearing tight black pants and a white top that had tight, long sleeves.

Willow clapped as Buffy struck a sultry pose. "Looks very slay wear."

"Completely bonkers," Harry muttered glancing at his watch. They only had two hours before the ritual started and they were here watching Buffy as the blond struck different poses.

Xander was on the side of the room packing a bag of weapons. In it went swords, an axe, and wicked looking knives. Harry glanced down at his own sword lying in his lap. Bravestar, also known only as the sword of Gryffindor, still gleamed as if brand-new and not hundreds of years old. Harry cherished the sword ever since Dumbledore had given it him months ago right before the Battle of Fallen Tears. On the coffee table was Buffy's own sword that Dumbledore had given her before the battle. A sword of the Faerie people, Shadowslayer, was as beautiful as it was deadly. The enchanted blade had never failed to cut through anything. Harry had even once seen the sword slice right through solid metal.

"The Bat Signal's out in the sky, Buff," said Xander, zipping up the duffel bag. "Its time for us to head out."

"Where is the ritual taking place anyway?" asked Harry.

Willow stood up and took an offered dagger from Xander. Turning to Harry she answered his question. "What better place to open the Mouth of Hell than the very place it sits on?"

Harry shrugged. "Professor Snape's house?"

Buffy cracked up laughing. It was no secret that her and Snape still didn't get on too well. "No," replied Buffy shaking her head. "Although it wouldn't surprise me. The old high school... the library is where it's going down at."

Buffy wasn't too worried about this group of demons, as they drove to the old high school. Their source, namely Spike, had informed them that the demons were just low life demons trying to get some power by opening the Hellmouth. Buffy had to grimace as the former Sunnydale High came into view. Xander let out a whistle as they drove up to demolished building. The school had seen better days. Where their once used to stand a large, two-story Spanish style building was now charred rubble. Some parts of the building still stood but they were blackened and crumbling to the ground.

"Merlin," breathed Harry, staring at the building in wonder. "You weren't kidding when you said that you guys graduated with a bang."

"It was a bang alright," said Willow wryly as they exited the car, walking towards the ruined building.

The group walked the familiar route to the library, a way they had walked countless of times before. Buffy walked a step ahead of the others, her sword out and ready for any signs of trouble that happened to try and surprise them. Ahead of them they could hear chanting getting progressively louder as they neared the origin of the noise. They stopped before a pair of blackened wooden doors.

"This is it," whispered Buffy. "Lets hurry up and kick some ass. In a few hours there's an Intimate Portrait of Molly Ringwald coming on Lifetime."

With a mighty kick Buffy knocked the doors off their hinges. They hurried into the room standing before a group of red robed scaly demons. The demons immediately stopped their chanting as they noticed the arrivals. The five demons were gathered about a gigantic fissure in the ground — the opening to the Hellmouth.

One of the demons that wore more elaborate robes sneered at them. "Who are you to dare interrupt the Ceremony of Diasonis."

Buffy grinned dazedly and replied: "I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer."

"Kill her!"

Buffy shook her head putting on a confused expression. "No, I'm Buffy. You really should—"

She was cut off as the four demons rushed toward them suddenly producing swords and brutal looking weapons from nowhere. They were ready and the group met the weapon wielding demons head on. Buffy ducked a slash from a long broadsword quickly and effortlessly countered the attack with her sword. Shadowslayer literally sang, sounding like a whistled song, as she took the demon's head off. Beside her Harry and Xander were fighting back to back. Harry had his sword out and Xander had a shortsword in his own hands, slashing and slicing at whatever brave demon came near them. Harry stabbed one demon in the gut while Xander stabbed it up high through the chest. The sword sliced neatly through the thick skin and hard bones of the demon. It gave a loud squeal before it collapsed onto the ground its body shaking hard before turning into a puddle of blue goo that steamed.

Willow held up her hand and whispered, "Fragilis."

The two demons that were charging at her collided against an invisible barrier that had sprung up from nowhere. They pounded on it with heavy blows causing the air to visibly ripple at each pound. They growled and snarled at the witch as she racked her mind for another spell.

"Imflamare!" Willow shouted and the demon's caught on fire. Their screams sounded through the air before they fell to the ground dead. Their bodies trembled momentarily before it stopped and rapidly turned into large puddles of slimy blue ooze.

They regrouped to face the last demon, the leader who wore the elaborate red robes. He was standing before the Hellmouth holding up a golden urn that was decorated with many runes and symbols. Buffy gave the demon an easygoing smile.

"Listen, you might as well just give up," she said breezily. "You're really in over your head. So how about you just put the urn down and we can go and get some McDonalds. What do you say?"

It was safe to say that the demon wasn't too happy with Buffy's suggestion. It rushed toward them but Buffy was too quick and the leader joined its subordinates in death. The demon was a smoking puddle of ooze on the ground only two minutes later. The decorated urn he held in his hands was lying on its side near the puddle. Buffy picked it up.

"Looks like Captain Anger dropped his big gulp cup," said Xander.

Buffy lifted the lid and immediately light shinned from the inside of the urn bathing the dark room in light. The light solidified into a small ball that flew around the room. Buffy tried to look at the light but every time she looked at it head on it would fly away. She could only see it out of peripheral vision.

"What is that?" asked Harry trying to catch a good look at the ball of light but failing.

Willow's brow furrowed in deep concentration. "I think I know." She closed her eyes and spoke in a low voice. "Person of the wind and child of nature, show yourself. We call to you to drop your glamour for we are your friends, flower jumper."

The ball of light stopped suddenly, giving the group their first good look at it. They could really see that it wasn't light at all. It was a small woman. She was about the size of a person's hand probably smaller. Her body was fully mature and her dress was low cut and very revealing stopping just short of her thighs. A pair of gossamer, butterfly wings the same green and gold color as her dress, fluttered rapidly on her back. The small woman looked about seventeen and as beautiful as any supermodel. She graced them with a smile that was as bright as day.

"Greetings friends," she said in a light melodic voice. "I am Thistle of the Crystal Flowers. I thank you for saving me. Those demons were to use me in a sacrifice. For saving me the Crystal Flower Court is in your debt."

Willow gasped for she realized what this fairy truly was. They were looking at genuine royalty, an honest to goddess Fairy Queen.

"Uh…" said Buffy suddenly stupefied. "…You're welcome."

Thistle looked to Buffy curiously. "You are not a normal mortal. You are a human of destiny." She looked around at the others who stood beside Buffy. "A strange group you all are. A wizard of inner soul magic. A witch of mortal earthen magic and a mortal man with fate blessed potential. A strange group indeed. I sense you all are pure of heart, which is rare among the race of Man these days."

Willow inclined her head in a sign of respect. "You honor us, your highness."

Thistle smiled at Willow. "I sense a power in you. Power that is beyond anything mortals of earthen magic can comprehend. Use your gifts wisely child for power can easily corrupt those who use it without care." Thistle shook her head. Her eyes became glazed over as she looked at them. "You and yours are in for a difficult battle ahead. She will come and you must be ready. If you ever need my help or any help of the court of the lesser fey we will answer your call. The witch of mortal earthen magic knows the call. Farewell, children."

Before Buffy could even question the Fairy Queen, the small being faded from view as if she were never here in the first place. Buffy glanced down at the ground contemplating the words in her mind. Another warning of the future about this mysterious She. Whoever she was had to be a force to reckoned with if even a Fairy Queen was worried.

"Well, that was entertaining in a way that was not," said Xander breaking the silence.

Willow nodded brushing back her short, layered red hair from her face. "Tell me about it."

Harry looked at Buffy concerned. He had listened to the Fairy Queen carefully and understood the full impact of her words of warning. "Buffy, did you hear her? Thistle said that She will come… Another warning."

Buffy nodded absently, the prophetic words haunting her thoughts still. A sentence that Thistle had said bothered her greatly, repeating in her mind like an echo even now. "I know, Harry. I know. This time there wasn't a soon in front of the She. Meaning that She is here… only waiting…"

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The penthouse apartment was deserted and only the golden haired woman lounged in the open living room space. Chains hung from the ceiling where only hours before a young monk had been hanging, inches from the end of his life. The blood on the plush white carpet had been cleaned up and the room looked as expensive and pristine as ever. The woman reclined back on her black leather couch dressed to kill in a see through black dress that was sleeveless and very short. Absently she flipped through the pages of an open magazine, hair wrapping and unwrapping around a finger that twirled in her long, blond hair.

Flashes of light caught her attention away from the magazines colorful pictures. The woman looked up and frowned at the intruders in her apartment.

"Who the fuck are you two, Brittany and Justin?"

The man and the woman were beautiful, nothing else could describe them. They both had long dark hair that fell past their shoulders. Crowning their heads were two intricate circlets. The man had a golden one and the woman had a silver one. Both were clothed in shimmering robes that matched the circlet on their heads in color. Their faces appeared timeless as if they reached the age of twenty-one and stopped aging for thousands of years. For their eyes held a wisdom that didn't seem to fit people their age.

"We are the rulers of the Fey Courts," spoke the man in a deep voice. "I am the King of Light and Nature, ruler of the Europhoric Court."

The woman spoke after him. Her voice just as imposing and her eyes glittered with a dangerous light. "I am the Queen of Space and Darkness, ruler of the Crysantium Court."

The woman smiled tossing back her golden blond hair. "Now that that is out of the way," her smile turned cold and chilling. "What the hell are you doing here?"

The man narrowed his eyes at her tone. "Do not speak to us that way. We have come on behave of all those who reside in the secret places of the Faerie. We know what you intend and we command you to leave. This realm is ours to live in and you shall not ruin it in your quest!"

"What if I don't want to leave?" asked the woman smirking.

The Queen's face already cold turned even more imposing as her eyes glowed silver. "We will make you," she answered icily.

"Try it."

The Queen and King didn't want for another opening. As the woman stood there smirking they raised their arms and together released beams of radiating light from their palms. Beams of silver and gold flew through the air at an incredible speed. The woman met the power head on colliding with her outstretched arms. She howled as the energy burned her hands, smoke rising up from them. Slowly, as if fighting the most rapid current of water ever

produced, the woman's right arm raised. It began to deflect the power around her like a shield. The royal beings breathed deeply as they kept the power current going. Their power was unmatched by any of the Faerie and with them being Fey it was greater then even some of the Supreme Avatars of power.

The woman suddenly began to cackle as she deflected more and more energy away. Her apartment was getting ripped to shreds because of the power deflecting all over, but it was worth it. She laughed loudly, both arms up meeting the beams. "You can't beat me even if you are powerful Fey rulers. I." She walked forward. "Am." She walked closer the beams not stopping her. "A." The beings abruptly cut off power as the woman appeared before their exhausted bodies. "GOD."

They saw stars as the woman smacked them across the face. The blow had the force of a speeding truck behind it. The Queen and King flew through the air on opposite sides of the room. The Queen crumpled against the wall, holding her arm in pain. Plaster sprinkled down from the roof and frosted her over like snow. The blond woman's hand grabbed the Queen's head and lifted her up off the ground despite her struggling.

"Are you frightened, Miss Queen of Space and Darkness?" The woman smiled, lifting her up so she was inches away from his mouth. "I'm curious to know. I have sort of a fetish for craving the fear of others."

The Queen gave a muffled scream as the woman took her broken arm in her other hand, squeezing just enough to shoot riveting pain throughout her body. Slowly, as she let up, her eyes opened and looked directly at the psychotic woman. "Why would I be scared?" she said through gritted teeth. Blood trickled down her lip as she spoke.

The blond woman's hand came up and whipped her lip clean. "I must say, you pathetic Fey people do have a high pain threshold." She said admiringly. "The last race I slaughtered had the annoying habit of dying before I'd had my fun with them." She grinned.

The woman suddenly grunted in pain dropping the Queen. The King appeared at the Queen's side and picked her up holding her body against his own battered body. He was bleeding from a cut on the side of his face and his arm was hanging at an unnatural angle.

"We must go. She is too strong for us. We can only pray that she is stopped," he said softly to the injured queen. The blond woman regained her bearings staring mockingly at the two royal Fey people. The injured beings gave the blond one last glare before disappearing in a flicker of silver and gold light.

The woman pouted as they vanished. "Ah, no fair. I didn't even get to play with the man…" She slowly began to smile dangerously. "They know now that you don't fuck with a God. Especially not Glory."

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Harry awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of his phone ringing. He snapped open his eyes, jolted out of his sleep by the rude awakening. He groaned realizing that it was the phone. Harry wondered if this was how Buffy felt when he called her from the hospital in the middle of the night. He glanced at the clock seeing it was a little past three in the morning. Grabbing the phone he pressed the talk button.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hey, Harry its me," said Genesis. "My parents are having another one of their social party's. I can't get any sleep, so would it be alright if I stay there for a couple of days. If I don't get out of this house I think I just might blow this mother fucker up."

"Sure come on over. You have a key," he replied yawning. "You know that Buffy doesn't care. Just don't wake her up on the way past her door. You know she has a switchblade under her pillow and a knife in her dresser and she's not afraid to use them."

"Ha ha," replied Genesis dryly. "Not funny. Thanks Harry, I'll be there soon. Bye."

"Bye."

Harry clicked the phone off and tossed the cordless on the floor too lazy to put it back on the receiver. He did a quick check around the room making sure that everything magic related was out of sight. Genesis didn't know that he was a wizard or that Buffy was a witch and a Slayer. Which was why Harry kept Raiden and Hedwig at Giles house, so that she wouldn't ask questions. Hell, she didn't even know Sunnydale sat on top of the Mouth of Hell, which was a secret that needed to be kept from her. The less people know the better their chances of surviving perfectly clueless are. In his sleepiness Harry failed to realize the last letter from Ron still sat on his desk…

Harry,

Hey, mate. Everyone at the Burrow says hi. That goes for Buffy too.
Bill and Charlie want to know if they have a chance with her. I told them
I would ask you. I'm quoting Charlie here. 'So is Buffy single and does
she like redheads?' I'm excited about coming to your house in a few days.
Having your birthday party at that club I think you called it the Silver…
the Gold I can't remember. Anyway, I know we'll have an awesome time.
Have you heard from Hermione? I know you two aren't a couple-- I was
just wondering. I know she's having fun down under in Australia. That's
enough of that. We'll talk more when I get there.

See you in a few days,

Ron

Harry completely forget about this letter. The letter he had received three days ago. Ron had written he would be at the Potter's in a few days. A few days were up and tomorrow was his arrival day. Tomorrow old will meet new. There's just one problem… Harry never told Ron and Hermione about Genesis and Genesis about Ron and Hermione. Looks like Ron and Genesis will be living in the same house for the next while. Ron's temper and Genesis offbeat fieriness… Nothing bad could come from that combination. Could it?

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