Title: This is My Life, prologue
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon. Sixth year-Fourth Season, AU.
Author's
Notes: This story will most likely be in Faith's POV, unless stated
otherwise so remember, Faith's POV. Also Faith is about sixteen along
with Harry Potter and Gang.
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This is my life. Stuck in a tower because I've nowhere else to go. I can't believe I asked for this, but I needed to be away from people. After everything I've done wrong I'm surprised he let me stay.
I suppose I should tell you a little about what has happened to me. My name is Faith McRae and I'm the vampire Slayer. I had a downward movement about a year ago when I accidentally kill a man.
Allen Finch.
I hadn't accepted it until I realized I was too far-gone. By that time I was in too deep and couldn't dig myself out. The part in control of my mind wouldn't allow myself to become a white hat because all I'd ever wanted was someone to tell me that I was just fine the way I was.
His name was Richard Wilkins.
He showed me that I was special in my own right. To him I wasn't another Slayer I was HIS Slayer. To him I was special and I didn't have to be Buffy Summers. The golden Slayer. The Slayer who could do no wrong.
The Slayer that tried to kill me.
I spent a good eight months in a coma because of her. She couldn't be bothered to find a different way of showing me that she didn't care, but stuck a knife...my knife, into my gut.
I wanted and needed revenge because she took away my life. She took away my sergeant father.
When I woke up, Wilkins had 'prepared' a way for me to get by in the world. He had a package that allowed me to something unknown. I was able to get Buffy, who was in my body at the time, to be taken by the council. My plan was perfect; have her shipped off to marry ol' England to stand trial leaving me with a life.
The life I deserved.
But then I got a conscious. Stupid conscious telling me what was right and wrong. I went and helped a group of people escape from a gang of vampires. After nearly all of the vamps were staked, who would show up?
Buffy. In my body.
So we fought and she was able to switch our bodies. I didn't know what to do. I was scared and I ran from the church. I jumped into the first car or truck that would take me far away from the hellmouth as possible.
From my past.
I didn't get too far as I ran into Angel. He told me that I needed to talk to someone so that I could start to heal. We had a fight. A couple of them actually both verbal and physical. I kept telling him that I was 'five-by-five' but he wouldn't leave me be.
I finally lost it.
I kept wondering what would he gain out of teaching me right and wrong. Who was he to say that I was going to keep falling until it was too late to get back up?
I knew this!
He got me ranting and raving until I finally begged him to take my life. I wasn't worth the breath in my body anymore. I just wanted him to kill me. But he wouldn't.
I think that's when I first started to heal.
I wanted to start anew. To have a chance to be the good slayer. So here I am. Suffering in peace and quiet. It's hard to look out these windows and not be seen by the students. I found it odd to be allowed into the wizard world.
Wizards? Who knew?
I hadn't known that there was a separate world, but seeing as I'm the slayer it didn't surprise me much. Dumbledore approached me when I made it back to Boston. To the place I left in a cloud of dust to get away from Kakistos.
The vamp that killed my watcher.
Tore her to pieces while she was still alive. The image haunts me more today than after I finally was able to stake him. I think she's trying to teach me something, though words rather than pictures would be more helpful right now.
When Dumbledore first approached me he wanted my help. To protect a boy named Harry Potter. The boy, who was much younger than I when I was called to be a Slayer, when the world chose him to save them. I told him that I couldn't. I didn't want that responsibility.
He approached me a couple months later and I still said no. My haven was my work. The work I was born to do. I was the Slayer, not a babysitter. On the third or fourth visit, I lost count, I finally agreed but he needed to let me heal first and in agreeing he offered me a haven.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I agreed but on the condition that I'd be away from people. I told Dumbledore about my flashes when I was posing as Buffy. He told me that it was a way that my darker side was trying to regain control, but I stopped it from happening.
The violent tendencies.
He told me that he would help me out with that but would adhere to my wishes. None of the students were to know that I was there not even the Order. Whatever that was. He later explained it was his way of fighting against this evil wizard.
Voldemort.
Or as most wizards referred to him as 'He-who-must-not-be-named'. It's like they're deathly afraid of him. I guess that's just how some people are. But not me, I'm more afraid of myself and what I'm capable of doing.
The months pass and it's finally December. The students are going home and Dumbledore is allowing me to leave this room so that I can stretch. I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but I would like to walk in the snow just once.
My journey at Hogwarts began before I thought it would a week before the students were to have left for the holidays...
