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Judge, Jury....

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Summary: Post Season 7 Buffy and Season 5 Angel, Buffy discovers the wizarding community and the ministry of magic discloses an old law pertaining to the slayer. (PG for some violence in chapter 4)

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredoldscoutFR131528,5242713396,83317 Jun 0421 Jul 04Yes

Epilogue

Part 15
“Epilogue”
By OldScout


“Gryfffindor!!!” The old hat called out after a long silent discussion with the wearer.

A small smattering of applause rang out around the room, most coming from the Gryffindor table itself. Dawn took off the hat and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

“Miss Winifred Burkle.”

Dawn stopped and looked back at the older witch. “Ah, she doesn’t need to do it, she’ll just stay with me.”

“Nonsense, young lady, everybody gets sorted.”

Dawn’s slightly older looking friend walked up to the stool, glared at the Witch and the strange hat she was holding.

“Just sit down on the stool, dear.” McGonagall said.

“Okey, dokey.” Fred said with a smile and jumped onto the stool.

Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on Fred’s head. That’s when the screaming started.

It took several seconds of ear piercing shrieks from the hat before Minerva snatched it from the young woman’s head. It kept screaming. Kids were covering their ears teachers were starting to stand in alarm, and Fred continued sitting on the stool with the same sweet smile on her face.

The hat continued to scream as Minerva tried to cover its mouth as she rushed it out of the great hall. Its screams could still be heard echoing back down the hall.

“Gryfffindor.” Professor Dumbledore said weakly.

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The old wizard sat straight up in bed, sweat running down his forehead, his wand clutched in his hand. He looked across the room to see the old sorting hat sleeping serenely on its shelf.

“That would not be a good idea.” He Muttered.

--Finis--

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