New School, New City, New Hellmouth

Giles watched various groups of students pop into existence in the courtyard below him and then be escorted to the Great Hall. It was gratifying to watch everything come together. He smiled slightly, then
went to go greet parents and reassure them that their children would be perfectly fine at Chambreloa.

Blaise hummed as she looked around, taking in the details of the huge plantation mansion in front of them. Draco sighed slightly and picked up her bags.

"Good Draco. You will be rewarded appropriately."
Blaise beamed at him. "By not getting my steel-toed shoe in your crotch."

"They make Mary Janes with steel tips?"

"Not legally." Blaise giggled. "But when has that ever stopped me?"

"I'll make sure to visit you in Azkaban."

"I'm too smart to get caught and far too good at getting rid of witnesses or terrifying them into submission to have anyone tell the Ministry."

"And this is why I hope you never succeed at getting into politics." They headed into the school, Draco wearing robes and Blaise wearing the muggle version. Wthe the skirt cropped and the top tied into a knot under her breasts.

"Wouldn't you vote for me? giv give you a Cabinet position."

"Viva la revolution."

"What foray into politics is complete without a nice bloody coup d'etat?"

Molly Weasley scrubbed at Ron's face with a tissue. He spluttered and tried to back away.

"Mum!"

"Hush dear, you want to look good on your first day, don't you?"

"Mum, you're embarrassing."

Faith t int in the corner of a hallway, watching students walk past. Interesting little shiny eyed
naive kids...wait a sec. Draco and Blaise walked past, almost predatory in their movements. The dark haired Slayer started to follow them.

"Someone's following us," Draco said.

"I know. Get around that corner and we'll hurt them."

"I punch, you bite and scratch like the unprincipled bitch you are."

"That's the very nicest thing you've ever said to me." Ambush planned, the two slid around a corner. Faith met Draco's fist in her face as she followed them and Blaise kicked her in the leg, nails raking down her arm. Faith cursed, then swung into action. Draco and Blaise backed off slightly, keeping Faith between them.

"Do you think if I try really hard, I could make her cry and give me money?" Blaise inquired, blouse ripped and ribbon disturbed from her hair. Draco had a black eye.

"Bring it on, bitch." Faith blew her hair out of her eyes and grinned. Angel stepped out of the shadows,

“Faith, are you beating the students up on the first day?” he asked, arms crossed around his chest as he leaned against the stone wall.

“Just a little,” she admitted, subduing her hair slightly. She was sporting a nice set of teeth marks on her arm and several bruises. “But they totally started it.” Angel sighed, which was odd for somebody who doesn’t breathe.

“Okay, word of advice,” he said to the injured students. “Don’t try and attack a Vampire Slayer, ‘cause you’re gonna get beat.” Angel looked Blaise over. “Okay, I’m Angel, your demonology teacher, and this is Faith, she teaches non-magical self-defense. Although it seems you two may not need it. I would recommend, however, that after you visit the school Healer, Leo. You change your clothes into an appropriate version of the uniform,” Angel said to Blaise.

Draco snickered slightly. Blaise smiled evilly. "Oh yes. Of course."

"She was sneaking, so we jumped her," Blaise said. "Evil lurks. Everywhere. We're only being prepared. And my uniform is my business." She adjusted her breasts at him.

“I don’t think so. You will cover your midriff before the sorting, or you will find yourself in detention before the school year even starts. Just because you are allowed to chose between Muggle dress and traditional dress does not mean you have permission to show totally disrespect for the dress code.” Angel gave her a look of stone that only he could.

"And we didn't use our wands, that should count for something," Draco said. "She could be a hairbrush right now."

"So you think, pretty boy?" Faith scoffed.

Draco looked at her. "The last person who called me that was soon missing teeth. Since you're an American, I'm going to assume you have a case of terminal stupidity."

&MostMost do," Spike agreed as he sauntered round the corner. “The students are here and Willow’s more excited than I’ve ever seen her. You guys had better get up there and help Buffy and Xander calm her down before she orgasms on the spot And we have slightly bruised Slayer and two rumpled students. You losing it, Faith?"

"Bring it on, bleach boy," she said easily.

"Anytime, Slayer. Wouldn't mind some of you either," he said, eyeing off BlaisShe She smirked slightly.

“Spike, ground rules. No biting the students. No killing the students. No turning the students, and no torturing the students.”

“What about screwing them?” Faith asked.

“Why, see somebody you like?” Spike asked, pinching her on the hip.

“Maybe,” Faith said, with a sly look at Draco. “Ow! Blondie, that hurt!” Faith reached over and bitch-slapped him.

~*~*~*~

Back in the Great Hall, Willow was giddy from all the happy mojo she was picking up from the hundreds of young witches, wizards, and new slayers in the room. Amy had an equally big grin. They left the teacher’s platform, and walked around, introducing themselves to the students with whom magic was very strong.

“Hey look, Weasleys!” Willow said excitedly, introducing herself to Ron and Ginny. “Looks like Paige and I aren’t the only redheads anymore, though hers doesn’t count, ‘cause it’s from an exploding potion.”

“Are you Ms. Rosenberg?” Hermione asked.

“That’d be me, but you can call me Willow, if you’d like,” Willow took a look at Ginny and gasped, motioning for Giles and Buffy to come over.

“What’s up, Will?” Buffy asked, eating a lollipop.

“Got one for ya, Buff.”

“Are you sure, Willow?” Giles asked, smiling. “This is quite exciting. We’ve never had a Slayer before who was also a witch.”

“SLAYER?!” Ginny, Hermione, Harry and Ron all said at once.

“Yes, Ginny, you’re a Vampire Slayer. Trust me. Now tell me. Within the last few months have you found yourself especially stronger, or more powerful?” Ginny nodded.

“But that’s why the Bringers and the coven couldn’t find her last winter. She was at Hogwarts, protected by all the wards and charms. They never would have dared, even if they had sensed her.”

“I knew it!” Ginny said. “I’ve been apprehensive about coming here, and I just KNEW it was a bad idea. Of course! All the crazy stuff happens to me! I get possessed by You-Know-Who, teased, picked on by Zabini. My life stinks.” Ginny sat down in a huff.

“Ginny,” Harry began, taking her hand as he sat next to her in a comforting fashion. “Do you even want to play the ‘My life stinks by comparison’ game? Because you know I’ll beat you hands down every time.” Ginny cracked a bit of a smile, and t hen wiped it away, refusing to be happy.

“Oh, come oin,”in,” Ron said to his sister. It can’t be that bad. I mean, you’ll totally be able to beat anybody up!”

“Yeah Gin,” Hermione added. “Are we going to have to sheet you with three Patronuses just to make you crack a grin.?” Ginny laughed outright.

“Okay, okay. Sheesh. What do I have to do?” she asked Buffy.

“We’ll just tamper with your schedule a bit, that’s all. You’ll be taking a class with just Slayers, along with self-defense and weaponry. You’ll also have to take Demonology, but you can substitute one of your other classes for that, if the load seems to heavy.

“Oh, can I drop Potions?” Ginny asked, hopefully.

“Sorry, dear, no can do. But you’re a fifth year, so you have Ms. Halliwell, instead of Snape.” Ginny sighed in relief.

“What about the 6th years?” Hermione asked apprehensively.

“Oh, you have Snape, but don’t worry, Piper’ll be there to keep him in line,” Buffy said, grinning. “The rest of the staff has given her permission to blow him up if he continues to be Mr. Grumpy-pants.”

~*~*~*~

"Are we done here?" Draco said, raising an eyebrow.

"I think so," Angel said slowly. Snape swept around the corridor corner and Spike made a face.

"See you later, mates." The vampire disappeared. Angel sighed.

"Dammit, Spike."

"Pleasure to see you again, sir, I'm sure," Draco said, staring at Snape like he was something the teen had scraped off the bottom of his shoe.

"Malfoy. Zabini." Blaise hissed and crooked her fingers like claws.

"Don't talk to me unless we're discussing Potions, *sir*." She spat at him and stalked off. Draco
followed. Snape rubbed his chin thoughtfully, staring after the two.

When Spike thought the coast was clear of Snape, he snuck out in front of Blaise and Draco.

“So, you’re a Malfoy, are you? I thought you smelled off. Not quite human. That explains it. Now, Peaches may have ordered me not to kill you, but I can’t remember the last time I obeyed Captain Forehead. You children have no clue what you’re messing with. This is not Hogwarts, by a long shot., and cheeky little arseholes will not be tolerated, unless they’re me. You students need to remember this: you’re here because Dumbledore asked us to take everyone. But one slp, ap, and you will be out of here, all alone in the Hellmouth, no wands, and no way home.” With that, Spike was gone, up through a secret passage into the Great Hall. He snuck up behind Buffy and licked her neck.

“Oh, you are SO dead, Spike!” she chased after him, and they went out into the courtyard, where the sun had set, and started to spar. Faith joined in and it was two Slayers against one vampire.

“’Ey! No fair! Cheating Slayers,” he grumbled, ducking attacks froth sth sides. Buffy knocked his feet out from underneath him as Faith punched him in the face. When he was lying flat on his back, they both grinned over him. Spike wondered if he would get lucky that night, since fighting was foreplay to vampires and slayers.

“Hey, Buffy, Spike, Faith!” Dawn called out from the doorway. “Hurry up, it’s almost time for the Sorting!”

Draco and Blaise looked at each other once Spike had disappeared.

"Can you clean up a pile of dust?" Blaise inquired.

"Easily. You didn't hurt him."

"I was taken aback for a moment that anyone could be so stupid. Muggle born, obviously. Or he doesn't take us seriously."

"Foolish." Draco smiled at Blaise.

"Planning problems for the staff already?" Snape said.

"Always, sir." Draco looked at the Potions master. "And how are the Colonies?"

"Do you even need to ask? Go to the Grand Hall for the Sorting." Snape looked at them over his nose. Draco sketched a hasty salute, then sauntered off. Blaise smiled briefly before walking after her cousin. Snape shook his head.

"God help America." Then he retired to the Grand Hall himself.

~*~*~*~

An excited hum filled the Grand Hall as the students gathered. No one was quite sure what was going on yet. The faculty gathered at the teachers table at the top of the hall, on a small raised platform. Four long tables were set out for the students once they'd been sorted.

Giles clapped his hands, drawing their attention.
"Quiet please." The chatter died down slowly. "The four houses for Chambreloa are named after four loa of the Vodoun religion and magical tradition. House Ogoun is named after the loa of fire, war, politics and such related interests. House Legba is named after the guardian of the roads to the afterlife, wisdom, prophecy and crossroads. House Damballah is named after the good serpent, loa of prosperity, happiness and good spirits. House Kalfu is named after a moon loa, a spirit of darkness, strong, manipulative and not easily appeased. . ."

"Guess where we're going," Blaise murmured to Draco. He merely nodded, watching the dais.

"Dumbledore's tame mutt is here," he whispered back.

"Look, it's professor Lupin!" Ginny bit back a squeal of excitement. Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned broadly.

"Fantastic. Maybe he'll balance out Snape."

"ill ill commence the Sorting." Giles looked to Wesley who stepped forward with a sheath of papers in his hand. A hat similar to the Sorting hat of Hogwarts was on a seat in front of the teachers table, except it was adorned with charms, feathers and had mystical signs trailing up and around its brim.

"Is it time?" The hat inquired. "Moi, je pense, we shoul' get on wit' it. Da 'tite enfants will wan' t'
know where tis dey belong, where da loa be wanting dem."

Wesley picked up a scroll and started to read out names.

“Susan Bones,” The sweet Hufflepuff walked up to the stool, and placed the hat on her head.

"'Lo, cherie. . ." The hat hummed to itself thoughtfully.

"Tres mignon, tres chouette...how's yo'r 'tit ami, cherie?"

"My what?" the girl whispered.

The hat chuckled huskily.

"Yo'r boyfriend, 'tite souris. Mmmhmmm. . . Damballah!"

Blushing now, Susan hopped off the seat and put the hat back down. It laughed, the beads rattling
slightly.

"Next!"

Wesley calmly read out the next name. The tables started to fill up.

“Brown, Lavender.”

“Ogoun!”

“Bulstrode, Millicent.”

“Kalfu!”

“Chao Ahn.”

“Legba!”

“Chang, Cho.”

“Legba!”

“Finnigan, Seamus.”

“Foster, Rona.”

“Hmmmm, ah, oui, Kalfu!” The black Slayer smiled, that seemed right.

“Ogoun!”

"Granger, Hermione."

Hermione clutched at Ron and Harry's hands then went up to the hat.

"Tres intelligent, 'tite ange. So, where do yo' go? Very brave, tres, tres. . . and don't you fit the saying iron hand in a velvet glove? That places you, ange. Ogoun!"

Hermione went over to the Ogoun table and waited fretfully for the others to get placed. The slow
placing continued, some students smiling as the hat talked to them, more then a few girls going away with
red cheeks and some of the boys as well.

"Longbottom, Neville."

"Be brave, 'tit souris. Yo' have much work to do. I see it for you. Let's put yo' where yo' needed.
Ogoun!"

"Lovegood, Luna!"

Luna skipped up to the hat and placed it on his head. A delighted giggle came from her, then she put it down as the hat announced:

"Legba!"
“Parkinson, Pansy.”

“Kalfu!”

"Potter, Harry."

"No need to even see. . . oh no. Yo' could go in Kalfu. . . yo' so 'urting, 'tit etoile. Yo' would fit in
well with darkness. Yo' understand grief. But no. OGOUN!"

Harry went over to Hermione who was almost white with relief.

"Malfoy, Draco."

"Kalfu!"

“Summers, Dawn,” Wesley said, smiling at the teenaged Key. She climbed up on the stool hesitantly.

“Ah, ma ‘tit cherie. Ah see ambition, strength, tres bravery, and much cleverness. ‘Tis a dif’cult choice. Legba!” Dawn sighed, and sat next to Luna.

“Thomas, Dean.”

“Ogoun!”

“Thompson, Vi.” The Slayer came up to the stool, and placed the hat on her head, a little afraid of everything.

“Damballah!”

“Weasley, Ronald."

"Ogoun!"

"Weasley, Virginia."

A moment of hesitation.

"KALFU!"

Ron stared at Ginny in shock as she wobblingade ade her way to Kalfu table. Draco smirked at him.

"That can't be right...can it?"

"Zabini, Blaise."

"Kalfu!"

Blaise slid into the seat across from Ginny and propped her chin on her hands. Her shirt had come untied and only one button held it closed across her breasts.

"Welcome to the Dark Side of the Force, Princess."