Welcome to The Hellmouth Harry Potter!

For the first time during Dean's two-year tenure at Sunnydale, he was happy to get into the Chemistry classroom. For some reason the door was open. He quickly shut the door behind him. He barricaded it with a small tower of tables and chairs.

This was bad. Not only had he ditched Harry and Cho, there was a vampire outside the door trying to kill him. Dean could hear his mother's voice in his mind: "Sign up to the student exchange program, it'll be fun..."

"Last time I'll ever listen to her," Dean muttered under his breath.

There was a bang on the door. The tables and chairs were shaking.

Another bang.

Dean began to search the dark classroom for someplace he could hide in. It was messy. The supplies closet was open. There was another bang. He ran to the window, opened it and crawled outside. Dean fell on the wet green grass. He began to run.

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Hermione and Willow were running as fast as they could, the two death eaters right on their tails. Occasionally the girls had to duck from green or red lights. Hermione went into any corridor she crossed. She wasn't quite sure exactly where they were.

"What's going on?" Willow asked, out of breath.

"Let me concentrate," Hermione said as she searched the hall for some kind of sign. Then she saw the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. The Room of Requirement was just a couple of doors ahead.

"Concentrate on somewhere they can't find us!" Hermione called to Willow. Willow immediately tried to concentrate. The death eaters were getting closer.

"In here!" Hermione grabbed Willow and pulled her into the Room of Requirement.

The room was completely different than the room they held their DA classes in. Instead of the stacks of books, there were many weapons on the walls.

"Where are we?" Willow asked.

"The Room of Requirement," Hermione answered.

Click.

Hermione and Willow turned around to face the entrance. The wooden door had about ten locks on it. It seems that when they entered, the room locked itself. Click. But now the locks were unlocking themselves. Hermione began locking the locks again.

Click.

"Help me!" she told Willow, barely keeping up with the unlocking locks.

"Alohomora!" Macnair and Snape were yelling as they tried to get into the room. The door remained locked.

"This is pointless!" Snape yelled, frustrated.

"You always were a quitter, Severus," Macnair answered. He reached his hand out and summoned a big axe. He flung the axe on the door.

The girls screamed.

"Little girls, little girls, let me in!" Macnair called in a sing-song voice.

The two girls neglected their posts and ran to the other side of the room.

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Draco rubbed his neck. Obviously, he had underestimated Peter. Draco might actually have to take out his wand in order to get rid of this pain in his arse. Draco aimed his wand towards Peter. "Stupefy!"

Peter blocked the spell with his metallic hand. The curse had no effect. "It's immune to magic, you see," Peter explained, satisfied by the surprised and puzzled look on Draco's face.

"Shit!" Malfoy exclaimed and began to edge away from Peter. But Peter reached him first. He grabbed the blond boy by the shirt, and once again tossed him across the room. Malfoy fell on a table. A vase smashed beneath him, its pieces cutting into his back.

"Son of a harpy," Draco muttered as he slowly began to sit up. While Draco was trying to get up, Peter took his wand and broke it in half.

Peter walked towards Draco. "It ends here, Draco. I always knew your arrogance would get you killed."

Draco sat up on the table. Peter wrapped his metallic hand around Draco's neck and began to squeeze.

Draco was trying frantically to push Peter's hand away, to loosen his grip. It was pointless. His wrist was just too strong. Draco gave up and rested his hands on the table.

Then Draco began to smile.

"Why are you smiling?" Peter yelled. Draco didn't answer.

"Why are you -" Peter got his answer. Draco jammed one of the sharp pieces of the smashed vase into the place where Peter's metallic hand connects with his normal flesh. By instinct, Peter pulled his hand away. Draco kicked him in the face and Peter fell backwards. Draco took Peter's wand from his robe and rolled to the far end of the table.

"What the...?" Peter stammered not sure of what just happened.

Draco smiled. Peter saw the boy was holding his wand, out of his arm's reach.

"Listen Draco, you know I was just jok -"

"Stupefy!"

Peter fell unconscious as the hex hit him in the face.

"Arrogance is underrated," Draco said and began to walk gingerly upstairs. There were still pieces of the vase in his back.

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Xander ran after Ginny and the so-called Giles. After a few turns Xander figured that whoever he was, he was apparently heading towards the library. Maybe it was Giles. "Only one way to find out..." Xander thought to himself.

He crept to the corner of the hallway. He saw Ginny and Giles walk into the door. When they were inside Xander walked down the familiar hall of the Sunnydale library. The only thing different was, that when he got to where the entrance to the library usually was, he faced a solid wall, instead of the welcoming double doors.

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Inside the library, Lord Voldemort was concentrating very hard. He was sitting in the middle of a circle, surrounded by candles, and a dead bat was lying before him.

Ginny's capturer entered the library, holding her in his arms. He saw that Voldemort was deep into something, so he became very quiet. Unfortunately for him, Ginny was getting her health back. It took her a second to remember everything that happened. She jumped out of Giles hands.

"What the BLOODY hell do you think you're doing?" Ginny yelled on the top of her lungs, much to Giles' horror.

Voldemort opened his eyes.

"Silencio!" he snarled in an inhuman voice, as he turned to Ginny.

Ginny's voice and air were caught in her throat. She felt like she was choking. By instinct she clutched her throat with her hands.

When she realized who she was facing, Ginny's heart literally stopped. Her eyes widened as she fell to the ground.

In a wave of a hand, the curse was lifted off of Ginny and she drew breath.

"Did you miss me?"

Ginny couldn't say anything. There was a soft murmur outside of the room. Voldemort turned to Giles.

"Go find out what that was," the dark wizard commanded.

"But master, I thought you wanted to..." Giles muttered feebly.

"Not that you deserve to know, but I already took care of both the Fidelius charm and the space altering spell," The Dark Lord said.

Giles looked crestfallen. "Well, master, I wish to remind you that in a couple of minutes-" Voldemort chimed in.

"Go. Now."

Giles left the room.

Voldemort turned to the young girl. "Alone at last."

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"What the...?" Xander muttered as he examined the brand new wall before him. Xander touched it with his hand, as if trying to check if the wall was really there. He could hear footsteps inside, coming towards the place where the door should be. Xander immediately moved back into the shadows. Giles emerged out of the wall. When his back was turned, Xander attacked him and pinned him to the ground. They struggled and rolled down the hall a bit before Giles recognized his attacker.

"Xander! What are you doing?" Giles screamed, almost panicked, "where is Buffy?"

"Who are you?" Xander said as he slammed Giles' head to the floor. "Where's Ginny?"

"What is the matter with you?" Giles yelled as he managed to shove Xander off him. "I am Giles!"

"No you're not," Xander said, unusually serious.

"Look at me, you imbecile!" Giles called.

"You're an imposter." Xander's eyes lit up with realization. "Probably a robot!"

"Listen, Xander, why don't you come into the library with me." Giles' tone was warmer now. "I will explain everything that is going on."

"Sure, I'll go into the library with you," Xander answered in a mixture of sarcasm, nervousness and anger. "If you can show me where the door is."

"I understand! You were upset because of the spell."

Xander was suspicious. "What spell?"

"A safety precaution. So no one unwelcomed can get into the library," Giles explained as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Just walk through the wall, after me."

Giles turned to the wall and Xander followed him. Giles placed himself in front of the door and closed his eyes. He didn't even notice Xander as the teenager punched him out.

"I'm not dumb you know," Xander told the unconscious body on the floor.

Then seven vampires entered the hallway.

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Harry jumped at Spike, his hands reaching towards the vampire's throat. Spike effortlessly grabbed Harry and used the kid's momentum to send him flying forward. "Tell me, when you learned about vampires, did they mention that we like to drink your blood?" Spike kicked Harry in the ribs. Harry saw Dean's stake laying a couple of feet before him. God, how Harry wished he could reach it. It was at least some sort of weapon...

The stake moved. Harry gazed at it, surprised. Another kick in the stomach from Spike stopped his staring.

"If you won't start putting up a fight soon, I'll get bored. And I find that killing people usually makes things less dull -" Spike stopped talking when he saw Harry reach out his hand.

"Accio!" Harry called. The stake flew to his hand. Spike bent over him, but Harry was already holding his stake in Spike's direction.

Fearing for his chest, Spike backed away a bit. Harry stood up and took a few steps away.

"Baby's got a toy," Spike mocked.

"Vampy looks scared," Harry retorted.

They sized each other up around as they moved in a circle.

"You know you don't stand chance."

"If you could kill me I'd be dead already."

"Maybe I'm trying to build an appetite."

"Maybe you read the vampire cliché guide."

"I've got to hand to you, boy, you've got nerves."

This time Harry didn't answer. He also stopped moving. Harry was concentrating hard on the plant behind Spike. He managed to levitate it a little during the past minutes. It was now almost higher than Spike.

"No more puns? Ready to fight now? Alright -" Spike stopped talking when the clay made flowerpot crashed on Spike's head, along with the dirt and small bush that were in it.

By the time Spike managed to get all the dirt out of his face, Harry was gone.

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Dean walked into the familiar roofed pool. Half of Dean's afternoons in the past three years had been spent here. Dean had to admit, that at 11 pm, when there was no one there and the place was almost completely dark, it lost most of its welcoming feeling. There was a small light near the changing rooms. It was that light that drew Dean to the pool in the first place.

Dean froze as he heard something. It was human. Some sort of whimper. Was it crying? Who's here that could be crying? Maybe it's a trap. But what if it was someone he knew - a friend from school who's here for some reason? Dean needed Buffy. But maybe Buffy was the person in there crying? She didn't seem the type...

Reluctantly, Dean edged towards the door. He clutched the big sharp branch he found on the way. Just as he reached the door the thing inside jumped at him and pinned him to the floor.

"Get away from me!!" it shrieked as it jumped on Dean.

It was Cho. Dean noticed that Cho's shirt was ripped at a few places.

"Cho! Cho! It's me! It's okay," Dean called as he tried to hold her.

She stopped screaming as she heard this and looked at him. "Dean!" she called and leaned on him in a big hug. Her head was on his chest.

Dean had longed for him and Cho to be in this sort of situation ever since he first saw her in the library. However, the timing and events leading to it were wrong. Awkwardly, Dean caressed her black hair, which was all messed up. "What happened?"

"Vampires," Cho said. Her voice came out muffled since she was speaking into Dean's chest.

"Are you hurt?"

"Nothing serious."

Dean began to feel her tears penetrating his shirt.

"Cho, let's go find the others," Dean said as he began to stood up and held her in the process. She was still clinging to him.

"No, we'll be safe here," she looked at him in teary eyes, "I don't want to die."

"I don't either. That's why we need to find the others," Dean answered with a note of urgency in his voice.

"Let's just stay here for a while," Cho pleaded.

"Okay," Dean moved away to get some chairs for them to sit. Cho held on to his hand.

"Hold me, please?" Cho asked him.

Dean looked at her for a second. Then he moved in and held her. If only they could be like this somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Some other time maybe. Maybe after this was over, if they will still be alive. "We will," Dean scolded himself. Harry and Buffy seemed to be capable of taking care...

Dean's train of thought stopped abruptly, when Cho held his hand and placed it near her breasts. "We need to think about something else for a while," Cho whispered. She saw Dean's surprised face. "I know you want to... It's just, if I die I want to at least... You know -"

He kissed her.

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Hermione and Willow sat huddled away from the door. Hermione had her wand out. "Reparo!"

A few pieces of wood flew back into the door, only to be destroyed by one swift hit of Macnair's axe.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione called.

Nonchalantly, Snape conjured a transparent shield that blocked the spell. Macnair stepped into the room and the professor followed him. Macnair had an almost loving look towards the axe in his hand.

"I always thought the muggle murder technique was more interesting. There are more options. I can use this on the head, neck, stomach, back - each option different from the other and all leading to the same ultimate result."

Hermione was preparing her wand for performing.

"Accio wand!" Macnair called and Hermione's wand flew to Macnair's wand in his left hand.

The girls had no weapon left.

"Avada Kedavra!"

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Harry was running in the school halls, hoping to find someone he knew. He had to find Cho and Dean. To see that they were alive, that they didn't die because of him. There might still be a chance. Harry's heart dropped to his pants when he saw the body in the hall. After he realized it was Lucius Malfoy a smile crept to his face. He took the two wands in his hand and continued to run.

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Buffy and Ron had been following the pack of vampires for almost half an hour and they hadn't learned anything. Buffy was getting edgy.

"Buffy," Ron whispered, "aren't we near the library?"

The slayer looked around her. "Yeah. But that doesn't make sense. They know it's our hideout."

They took a turn and Buffy saw Xander holding the hurt Giles. "Help Giles and Xander," she told Ron. She changed her hold on the stake in her hand and moved into the line of fire.

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Macnair fell to the ground as the green light from Snape's wand hit him in the back of his neck. Snape turned to the girls, his eyes burning and his face red. "Idiot girls! What are you doing wandering around like this! Granger!"

Hermione, who was crying by now, jumped as Snape screamed her name.

"Did you think you could face them? Are you that stupid?" Snape was yelling on the top of his voice, spitting in all directions. Hermione was stunned and Willow was terrified.

"This isn't like reading a book!" Snape began to continue his reprimand, but a calm voice from the edge of the room made him stop.

"That would be enough Severus," Dumbledore said. Hermione's eyes lit up, but she was still too afraid to move. Otherwise she would have already been hugging the headmaster.

"Go to my room, I will be there shortly and we will discuss your next step. But now it is imperative that I talk to Willow and Hermione."

Snape looked as if he was about to argue. Instead he forced himself to stay quiet and disappeared.

"Dumbledore!" Hermione said and walked to him. "You don't know what's been happening. There's a slayer and vampires, and I think Voldemort might be there and Draco run away and Harry's acting weird..."

"I know Hermione," Albus said as he put a hand on Hermione's shoulder and gently pushed her into a chair. Willow sat next to her. Dumbledore turned to her. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are Willow Rosenberg. I know you must have a lot of questions, but this will go much quicker if you will just let me speak."

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The vampire was turned into dust before it even realized the slayer had driven a stake through his heart. The six other vampires immediately moved in on Buffy. The first vampire was kicked in the face, the second one was subjected to a few nasty punches before he fell to the ground and decided to stay there for a while. Upon realizing they were facing someone stronger than the average damsel in distress, the vamps stopped to plan their next move. Ron slowly crept behind them to get to Xander.

"Where's Ginny?" Ron asked urgently as he helped lifting Giles.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Xander answered sarcastically, "a blond wizard fought us and Benedict Arnold here took her into the library, which as of now has no entrance."

Ron let go of Giles and his limp head hit the floor with a thud. "I thought he was your friend," Ron said through clenched teeth.

"He was. I'm not exactly sure what's up with him," Xander paused. "I think he's a robot."

"What's that?" Ron asked.

Xander looked at him. "You don't get out much do you?"

Xander held Giles' legs. "Anyway, he probably could give us some information. Let's take him to an empty classroom."

Ron held Giles' head and they lifted him. A vampire pushed Xander away into a wall. Ron immediately backed away and Giles' head fell once more on the hard linoleum floor.

Meanwhile, Buffy had managed to stake two vampires already. However, one got her unprepared. Buffy fell to the floor. She managed to cause one of them to fall and immediately stood up to face the other two.

Ron was surprised by how enthusiastically he welcomed the combat. The vampire was running towards him. Ron let go of the little rational thought he was using and left raw instinct in charge. Without thinking he punched the vampire in the face. Startled, the creature stumbled backwards.

Xander tried to block one of the vampire's arms, but the vamp simply attacked with his other arm making Xander feel blood inside his mouth. Xander tried to put safe distance between him and the vampire, but the vampire kept lunging at him.

Ron didn't let go. He moved towards his vampire, kicking and punching, wand forgotten in his pocket. But this time he was brought back to earth or, to be more precise, slammed into the floor. Ron moaned, but quickly stood up, a split second before the vampire's leg stomped on the place where Ron's head was.

Ron decided that instinct was overrated. He backed away from the vamp as he took out his wand. "Stupefy!"

The vampire fell to the ground. Ron ran to help Xander with the other vampire.

Xander managed to duck out of the vampire's path and cause him to run into a wall. Xander caught him from behind and struggled to keep him under control. Ron was running towards him. "Use your wand!" Xander called.

Ron tried to decide what spell he should use, but then a better idea came to him. The vampire turned to dust, as Ron slammed his wooden wand straight into the vampire's heart.

After she staked another vampire, the remaining vampires decided to flee from the slayer. "Giles!" Buffy sad as she ran to Giles and kneeled by him. "Is he okay?" Buffy asked, apprehensive.

"I wouldn't get so worked up, Buff," Xander said slowly, "he's gone bad. He practically handed Ginny to them and look at the library's major lack of entrance."

Buffy looked at the solid wall beneath the 'Library' engraving. "What the...?"

Look! His face!" Ron called, "it's changing!"

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Dean and Cho were kissing ardently now, their tongues dancing. Dean lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. One of her hands was on his cheek and the other was playing with his thick messy black hair. He pinned her to a wall. Dean began to kiss her neck. Cho closed her eyes. She unbuttoned the first button of her blouse and gently tugged Dean's head in the direction. She leaned forwards and Dean allowed them to fall backwards. She sat on top of him.

She smiled at him. Dean smiled back. "Ready to get to second?" the black haired beauty teased him.

Dean felt wrong. It wasn't shyness - he had been in this sort of situation before. He was definitely aroused (as a matter of fact, in her current position, Dean bet Cho could feel just how aroused he was). But the situation, the quickness...

Then Cho took her shirt off and all doubts were gone.

"I get that all the time," Cho said when she saw the almost admiring look on Dean's face. She leaned on him, her cleavage expanding and they began to kiss again. Dean's hands traveling over her body, her hands gently caressing his face and chest. She sent her hand under his shirt and began to kiss his stomach slowly. Very slowly, climbing back towards his face. Dean helped her by lifting himself up a little and taking his shirt off. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down again. "I'm not finished," she smiled as she went back to slowly kissing his upper body.

Dean made a mental note to thank his mother for making him sign up to the student exchange program.

Dean held the girl at the waist and rolled her over, positioned himself on top of her. She was amazing. Her small eyes staring at him, her dark hair spread on the floor, her thin lips burning red now, her chest moving as she breathed. Dean lowered his head and began kissing every visible piece of skin he could find as his hand moved on her side causing her a small tickle. Cho began to unbutton Dean's pants.

Dean pushed up from the floor and held himself above her. "Cho, you know, you don't have to. I'll call you even if you don't..." Dean trailed of as Cho put a finger to his lips.

"Don't you want to?" Cho asked, knowing the answer.

"Of course I want to!" Dean answered with a nervous laugh. "It's... We just met and I like you and I want you to know that... You just don't have to."

Cho unzipped her own pants, revealing thin white panties. "I want to."

She hugged him. "It's like in that muggle movie: 'in the few hours we were together we loved like a lifetime' or something like that," Cho said, acting a bit as she said the quote.

Dean let go of Cho. "You saw 'The Terminator'?"

"A couple of years ago. They showed us in school," the girl answered.

Dean thought of everything that happened tonight and decided to do some testing. "You like movies?"

Cho rolled her eyes in excitement. "Yeah! But I only saw a few in school. Anyway," she wrapped her arms around his bare chest, "what's with all this talking?"

She pulled his body down to touch her own. Dean kissed her. Then he rolled by her and lifted her. She was lying in his arms like a bride that's being carried over the threshold in her groom's arms. "What are you doing?" she laughed.

Dean shrugged and kissed her as he walked towards the pool. He dropped her in. She immediately went to the surface, surprised. "You're not Cho," Dean said, all his warmth gone. "Cho never saw a movie."

The girl smiled and climbed out of the pool. On top of all of Dean's problems, she was also wet now. "Aww, is Ickle Deanykins disappointed?" she said in a mock baby voice. Then she looked at him in a cold glare. "From what I see you're not that bothered," she gestured towards his crotch with her head, where his underwear was still visible. Dean quickly buttoned his pants. She moved towards him slowly. "Come on, do it anyway! It's the same body!"

Dean had no idea what to say or do. That's why he was so relieved when he heard footsteps.

"Just on time," Cho smiled to herself. She took a wand out of her pants' back pocket and pointed to her hands. Small bleeding gashed appeared out of nowhere, much to Dean's horror. Then she began to scream. "Help! Get off me! Stop it! That hurts! Dean! Stop! Please!" she began to cry. Dean just stood there transfixed not grasping what was happening. Then Harry entered running into the big pool building. Cho ran to him. "Harry! Help me! He tried to..."

Harry quickly understood what she was saying. He looked at Dean with burning anger growing inside of him.

"Wait! Harry this isn't... She isn't her!" Dean stammered.

Before Harry could even aim his wand properly, Dean was shot in the air and then was bound by cords holding him in mid-air. They were stretching each of his limbs in a different direction, just a bit too strong. Cho was crying on Harry's shoulder and Harry was beginning to walk quickly towards Dean.