One betrayed by the people he trusted

One who was raised in the dark but wanted the light

One who was scared to be loved

A Lion, A Raven, A Snake, A badger

Two in one and one in one

The forever scarred one will be united with his sibling

A slayer who died twice but was born again

Shall be joined by the second son of the clan

Three to three

Surrounded by friends

Yet danger came close

Heir of the greatest ones

Eternally bound

Will their powers rise

Their love survive

"Willow?" Buffy shook her friend awake.

"Hmmm?" Willow murmured sleepily. "What?"

"I had a weird dream. It's about this boy who had the same eye colour as me. He is tall and has black hair but I noticed something strange."

"What is it?" Willow was wide awake now.

" He had a scar on his forehead. A lightning shaped scar."

Willow shot up straight with wide eyes. "Really?"

"I'm absolutely sure."

"Do you know what his name is?"

"His name is Harry. Harry Potter."

"Giles!" Xander panted as he ran up to their most trusted guardian and friend.

"Why are you in such a hurry."

"Willow said that it was important."

"Come on then." They took of in run and arrived at Willow's house in minutes. Willow invited them in and the meeting began.

"Last night, Buffy had a dream. A dream about Harry Potter. You know who he is right?" Willow directed the question at Giles. He nodded.

"Well, she said that in the dream, a voice told her that he was her brother. Apparently, Buffy here was adopted by Mrs. Summers and she is actually his twin sister. The only thing is, we do not know how to contact him and convince him that it is the truth. How do we know that it is the truth? Buffy was sorted some papers in Mrs. Summers room this morning and found the adoption papers. Her real name is Elizabeth Lily Potter."

No one moved.

Giles finally broke the silence. "Well, I think that it would be best to contact him. But first, who never heard of him before?"

Xander and Buffy raised their hands.

"And who never heard of his adventures in school before but just knew about the story behind his name."

This time, Willow raised her hand.

"OK. I'm not going to tell you what happened to him over the years because I myself do not know. It all started sixteen years ago. Voldemort, the darkest wizard of the time made broke into the Potter's house and killed them. Why? You see, there was a prophecy made about them that the dark lord heard and did not like it one bit. But he only heard the first few lines and did not hear the last few. That was what brought his downfall. On that fateful night, with the help of his servant, Voldemort got past the charm that protected the Potters and turned his wand on them. James was first to fall, followed by Lily. However, as he turned to the child, the curse did not kill the one year old baby. Instead it hit the baby's forehead and rebounded back onto the caster. The dark lord didn't get a chance to run and he was destroyed. A scar appeared on the baby's forehead where the curse hit. The scar was shaped like a lightning bolt. Baby Harry was then called, The-boy-who-lived. I believe that Voldemort had made several attempts to kill the boy over the years but somehow, Harry managed to survive through it all. And for the rest, I do not know. He should be seventeen by now."

"And to think that we fought for a long time. He had the dark lord after him since he was eleven. Six years of fighting. We only had a few. Can you believe it?" Willow asked.

"Are we Potters like, cursed by prophecy's or something?"

Giles smiled. "I think that I know how to contact him. However, we'll need to contact Professor Dumbledore first. But be careful of the head master, he tends to manipulate people. I won't be surprised to find if Dumbledore tried to get your brother under his rule as well."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Buffy asked impatiently.

"Be patient." Giles said with a small grin. He reached into his pocket and drew out a wand.

"Incendio!" He muttered and the fireplace lit up. The three watched in fascination as he threw some powder into the fire and stuck his head in and said, "Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, witchcraft and wizardry."

His head disappeared and reappeared a few minutes later. Giles stepped back and waited for the headmaster's tall form to arrive. At last, Dumbledore came out of the fireplace and dusted off his robes.

"Hello. You must be the Scoobies ,Rupert mentioned." Dumbledore surveyed them through his spectacles. "Which one is Harry Potter's sister?"

Giles pointed at Buffy. Dumbledore ambled forward and inspected her.

"I have to admit, you are definitely Harry's sister. Only you Potter's could get such green eyes like this. But your brother's eyes are much darker than yours, yet just as mysterious."

Buffy found herself not really trusting his cheery voice, his eyes which twinkled when he found something he could use to his advantage. She gave him a polite smile and decided to ask her question.

"Can we go now?"

"Well, if you're ready, let's go!" Dumbledore motioned for them to grab hold of the portkey. They did so and felt a jerk behind their navels before they were spinning. Everything was a blur around them then slowing down suddenly.With a loud-WHAMP!– they hit solid ground, and promptly fell down. Only Buffy and Dumbledore was left standing, looking down at the others.