SUMMARY: What if the prophecy in OOTP wasn't the real one, but a deterrent from Voldermort to disguise the true one? You are about to find out…
AUTHORS NOTE: HP takes place in the 5th book and BtVS takes place through season 7. Both timelines have been messed with and will be explained as the story progresses.
AN 2: Please send me any plot and pairing ideas you have.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them, otherwise the characters would've had more fun and my name would be Joss Whedon/J.K. Rowling, and it's not.
RATING: PG13 for future violence and language.
FEEDBACK: Is the Pope Catholic? Heck, yeah!
Chapter 1 1989: Somewhere in England.The night was silent and the dark mark burned bright in the sky, concealing the light of the stars that once hung there. There were no neighboring villages to interrupt the comings and goings transpiring through the night, nor were there any living survivors of those who accidentally passed through. The Dark Lord was not going to allow anything, wizard or muggle, to disrupt his plans. No one was going to abate his power. This was a special night, an extraordinary hour of darkness when light will be brought forth to bear the malevolence deed of the Dark One.
Deep into the woods, cloaked by powerful magics, stood a mansion created before the downfall of the Roman Empire. Hidden from muggles and wizards alike, this manor presented itself as the order of operations for the Dark Lord and his followers. Inside the grandeur institution, Death Eaters from all over the globe gathered to hear what their Dark Lord had to say. In the center of the crowded room stood a masked figure, hooded in a cloak blacker than night itself.
"Well, Wormtail?" the hooded figure questioned. "Did you do as I asked?"
"Y-yes, my Lord," Wormtail replied. "Everything has been taken care of."
"And the child?" Voldermort inquired.
"The child has been taken care of," Wormtail answered. "N-no one shall suspect a thing."
2004: Sunnydale, California.
In the Summers' residence on 1630 Revello Drive, dozens of people were piled into one living room. There were girls from every corner of the world scattered about the room. Theses girls, or potential slayers as they're called (SIT: slayers in training, for short) were gathered for a meeting concerning the First. The other "people" in the room consisted of a very powerful witch, the "eyes" of the group, an ex-watcher, a thousand-years-old vengeance demon, an ensouled vampire, a "key" given human form, an ex-slayers kid, and two slayers (yes, two).
"It's just…" Buffy was trying to say. "It's…"
"Windmills," Giles muttered.
"What? No," Buffy said. "It's not windmills. There's something there. I know it. We just need to go there and-"
"At what expense?" Giles asked her. "At whose life? No, I will not let you or anyone-"
All talking ceased when an intense light flashed throughout the room. Everyone immediately shielded their eyes from the sheer intensity of the blaze. All was silent; a pin drop could have been heard from a mile away. Nobody knew what had happened. Well, almost nobody.
"Oops," Willow muttered.
"Oops?" Xander said. "What do you mean 'Oops'?"
"Yes," Anya joined in. "I agree with Xander. You should never say oops. It always equals badness, evil, and bad evil bunnies. Oops is not good. Why did you say it? Take it back." To Xander, "Xander, make her take it back."
"Willow," Giles intervened." What happened?"
"I didn't mean to," Willow whimpered. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
"Willow," Giles cautiously tried again. "What exactly did you do?"
"A spell," she said submissively. "Nothing bad, I promise."
"Willow, what did you do?"
"A spell to get rid of other spells. I wanted to try it incase the First tried to, you know, put any of us under a spell or tried to listen in with magic. But I don't know how the First would be able to perform any spells since you kinda need hands of something corporeal to perform the spell with and the First doesn't have a corporeal body to do a spell with, but she… or he…or it whatever its gender is did get… it's groupies to do that one spell to bring forth that Turk Han and-"
"Willow!" Giles yelled. "Please stop your incessant babbling. I believe you but first we must figure out why the spell-Buffy!" Giles screamed her name as he raced to her fallen body.
In the middle of the confusion and Willows babbling no one had noticed the body that fell limp to the floor. Nor did anyone notice that when the light disappeared it went into Buffy.
"Buffy, wake up!" Giles frantically yelled, trying desperately to wake her when her body started going into convulsions. "Buffy, please wake up. You have to wake up…Buffy!"
Xander hurriedly went into the kitchen and brought Giles a glass of water. "Try this," he told the older man.
Giles took the glass of water and threw it on her face but she didn't awaken. He even tried using the smelling salts and shaking her, against his better judgment, but nothing seemed to work. After a few more minutes Buffy's finally lay still in a motionless sleep and Giles moved her to the couch, which was thankfully vacated by its previous occupants only minutes before.
"We'll just have to wait for her to wake up on her own," Giles told everyone.
"What if she doesn't wake up?" Dawn asked him.
"I don't know," he answered her before he turned to walk to the kitchen. "I don't know."
The Scooby Gang joined Giles in the kitchen for a cup of tea and a group discussion concerning their unconscious leader and dear friend. The SITs were gathered in the basement discussing the same exact thing. With everyone deep in discussion in other parts of the house, nobody notices the faint glow of light coming from said unconscious body on the couch. Within minutes a transformation began to take place. Buffy's hair began to darken until it was a rich chocolate brown and her petite stature began to shrink until she well under five feet tall. The slight lines under her eyes faded as well as the small ones around her mouth. Buffy no longer looked liked herself, the eldest sister and slayer yet to live, but more of a younger version of Dawn. She looked youthful and innocent; qualities that had long age abandoned her. But most of all, she looked to be about nine years younger.
T.B.C.