Author's Notes:
Fate here of Chance n Fate, two crazy fic writing cousins. What we have here for you today is a *gasp* ATS/BTVS/Harry Potter crossover. I know, you've seen it before. But I promise, this is not your average crossover. Give us a chance, I think you'll find it enchanting. (By the way if you here a groaning sound that's just Chance's opinion of my puns.) Enjoy!
*Warning, this story takes place AFTER Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS!*
Disclaimer: Harry and co. belong to JK Rowling and various publishing companies. Everyone from The Buffy/Angel verse belongs to Joss Whedon and his minions. None of them belong to us.
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Angel sighed and rubbed his head as he looked over files that were supposed to mean something. He was tired and empty and all he wanted was to lock himself in his room in the dark and quiet for the rest of his life.
He knew he should be more upbeat, apocalypses had been averted, free will had been restored to mankind and his son was happy and had no knowledge of the things that lurked in the darkness. He was also no longer Angel's son.
I want to give you everything. I want to take back the mistakes, help you start over.
You can't start over.
We can. I mean, we can change things.
There's only one thing that ever changes anything and that's
Death
I really do love you, Connor.
So what are you going to do about it?
Prove it.
Angel's morose thoughts were interrupted by his secretary. For a minute he tried to remember her name, but decided it wasn't worth the bother. "Mr. Angel, Miss Summers is on the line. She said it was important." He sighed again, "Put Her On."
"Angel."
"Buffy, How are you?"
"I'm good. You?"
"I'm alright, what's the matter?."
"You remember how you got us that seer to find the new slayers?"
"Yeah."
"Well she found one, In the UK of all places. Anyway she said she got a weird feeling, like there was something different about her. She got two weird feelings actually, the other one was that you'd be the best person to train her. Giles is looking for her now. I know, you've probably got a million other things to do and I completely understand if you want to say no. I'm mean you have your new law firm and…" Buffy's babbling was cut short by Angel's deep chuckle. "What's so funny, Mister?"
"You." Angel smiled to himself. It was nice to know with everything in their lives that some things never changed. "Listen, believe it or not things are pretty quiet. I just have to wrap up a few things and I'll be able to leave by sunset tomorrow on The Corporate Jet." Angel grimaced. He still didn't trust Wolfram and Hart, even though he now owned it. Well, the LA branch anyway.
"What happened to no flying?"
"Sun proof glass."
"Oh, okay, sounds good. Will can fax you a map of the girls home town. Angel, I…uh…thanks."
"You never have to thank me for anything Buffy. Anything I have to give is yours, always."
"You certainly know how to flatter a girl. Angel, I mean, I'm still only half-baked but I was kinda wondering how you'd feel about um…Willtryingtofixyourcurse."
Angel stared at the receiver, unsure if he heard correctly, "Could you repeat that last part."
She took a deep breath, "How would you feel about Will trying to fix your curse?" Angel? Angel, are you still there?"
"I'm here."
Harry Potter lay on the bed in the highest room of the Burrow. It was only one week until the start of term, and Harry was surprisingly unexcited. He knew that this year would be like last year; everyone staring at him, wondering what mischief he had gotten into over the summer. But this year he would have to go through it all without the help of his godfather, Sirius. Without warning the memory of Sirius' death shot before Harry's eyes.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" Sirius yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. His cousin, Beatrix, still had a smile on her face.
Then, a second jet of light hit Sirius squarely in the chest.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"
He sprinted toward the dais, but before he could reach it, Lupin held him back.
"There's nothing you can do Harry--,"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late Harry--,"
"We can still reach him!"
"There's nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…He's gone."
"Harry?" came a sweet voice from just outside his door, "Harry? It's me, Ginny."
Harry was brought back into the present world. He sat up, thinking 'There's nothing I can do. Sirius is gone…I'm sure of it now…'
"Harry, can I come in?" came Ginny's voice again.
Harry made his way to the door and opened it. There was Ginny, in her khaki capris and light brown t-shirt with a vampire on it that said 'Vampires Suck' with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. He almost smiled, in spite of himself. "What do you want?" asked Harry.
Ginny got right to the point. "What's wrong with you Harry? It used to be when you came here you were so happy! Now you just lock yourself in Ron's room, ignoring all of us."
"I don't want to talk about it," said Harry, making his way to close the door.
Ginny pushed her arm out to stop him. "Why don't you let us help you You'll never get anywhere if you just sulk around all the time."
"You wouldn't understand—,"
"Yes I would, Harry! I was there with you. I saw what happened! You think I wouldn't understand?" Harry stood there, not saying a word. Ginny continued, "When my dad was at St. Mungo's last Christmas I didn't know what to do. I sulked around just like you are now, but in the end I let my brothers help me. After that I felt better. Sure, I was sad, but I knew I had to go on with my life and hope for the best for dad."
Harry started to answer, but before he could get a word out, Ron came bursting upstairs. "Harry, Ginny, there's a muggle downstairs. He showed Mum this weird card thingy and said he needed to talk to all of us. Mum sent me to get you."
"What's his name?" asked Harry, trying to figure out if he knew the person.
Ron screwed up his face, trying to remember. "Oh, right," he said, finally remembering. "He said his name was Giles, uh, Rupert Giles.."