Edited and Revised as of 10/31/18
FULL SUMMARY
Hermione Granger was called as the slayer in the spring of her fourth year. The Triwizard tournament had just began wrapping up, with both Harry and Cedric surviving the final task claiming that 'You-Know-Who' was back, causing the Wizarding community to go into a frenzy of panic, half the population believing the two boys while the other half calling hogwash on it. With the high panic going on in the Wizarding World, the Watcher's Council decided to take matters into their own hands when it came to the safety and placement of their slayer. They couldn't afford or risk having their slayer be in possible harm's way, with the large likelihood of an upcoming war in a different world that held no meaning to them. Instead of seeing the benefit of having a slayer who also was a witch; they selfishly snapped her wand; erased and replaced her memories. They forcibly took Hermione away from her family and Britain to America; placing her with a new family; altering their own memories of her being their daughter, having them believe that she was their miracle baby.
It has now been two years since both, the Wizarding and the Muggle world have last seen Hermione Granger. Most assume, she is dead. Some of those believing Harry Potter, of Voldemort's return, have come up with theories of their own; of how the Dark Lord may have gone ahead and eliminated the brains of the Golden Trio himself, knowing how close Miss Granger was to the young Mr. Potter. Other's coming up with other crazy possibilities as to where the missing teenager had gone off too. Either way, much has changed in the last two years for both worlds since her disappearance. Those from her past, are now starting to come to terms with the fact, that they may never get to see Hermione Granger again. While; those in her present, not having the slightest clue or inkling as to what her past truly consisted of. This is the story of Hermione Jean Granger; now currently known as Buffy Anne Summer; the chosen one and current resident slayer of Sunnydale California.
She remembered that day.
Oh, she remembered it well – the tears; the pain; the hate; the rage; the fear and hysteria – but most of all she remembered the panic. Nothing could prepare a person for what she had gone through on that day. Being taken and forced away from your family and friends unwillingly. Having all power and say of your life being taken from you within a blink of an eye.
She remembered the way they had ambushed her.
How they had broken what little trust she already had in them.
How within just a few short hours, they took everything from her.
Erasing everything that was Hermione Granger.
In her place was now, Buffy Summers. Daughter to Hank and Joyce Summers.
They had taken her wand and snapped it, tossing it away like yesterday's trash. They burnt the books she had just purchased at a Wizarding shop, along with the current cloths she had been wearing; not wanting the scent of magic anywhere near her.
They wanted to make sure she would never remember the world she was meant to be in.
Hermione had fought when the attack had first started up. But once they had injected her with a syringe filled with an orange-ish hue liquid, it was all over for her. The slayer strength she had just begun to get used to had failed her miserably, leaving her defenseless and completely weak against three fully grown adult males. Even her magic seemed to have left her in that moment of need.
She was utterly powerless to their advance.
They had dragged her back to the Watcher Council's headquarters in the center of London where they had a ritual all set up. It was clear to Hermione, even within her foggy brain as she sat bound to a chair, that whatever the Council had planned for her; it was not going to be good.
The ritual they had planned was an old magic ritual, dated from thousands of years back. It was made to make a person forget. It was magic much like how the oblivate curse worked, yet it was so much more than that. If wanted, it could erased every single memory and thought that a person has ever had. And in the absents of all those memories, left the power of putting whatever new ones they wanted in their place. It was a tortuous ritual, and would be considered 'great' dark magic by the Wizarding World's standards, with the way it striped a person of their identity and self in such a vigorous and painful way. And that is just what it did to Hermione. All thoughts; all memories; all dreams that made up the girl who was once Hermione Granger, were ripped from her body and soul, replaced then with new memories; thoughts; and dreams.
No more was she Hermione Jean Granger.
Now, she was Buffy Anne Summers. The sixteen-year-old California girl who was in the start of her junior year in high school.
With the former witch no longer fighting or resisting against the Council, they were easily able to transport her to the States, and off to California where she would remain. Guarding the Hellmouth, till her unfortunate but expected death would soon come, as it did for every girl chosen as the slayer.
Buffy Summers would be no exception in their opinion.
She was no more special than any previous slayer, witch or muggle, the fates would treat her the same. Her destiny was written in the books centuries ago. It was meant to happen, and who was this little girl to try and screw up what the fates had planned for her.
Buffy was to guard the Hellmouth where she would face the Master and ultimately die in the battle.
That was her destiny.
This was the prophecy the council had of her, and it needed to be fulfilled and if she were to remain amongst the wizards and witches, it wouldn't be fulfilled, and that just wouldn't do for them. To the council, the Wizarding World was just a nuisance and not a real threat to them.
How could they be a threat?
They were hidden away in their own 'dimension' they had made for themselves a thousand years ago, hiding away from humans and the rest of the world in what they viewed as fear. For those reasons alone, the Council believed that they were the inferior ones, they weren't the ones who had gone hiding away in fear, they stood their ground.
They have been underestimating the people who inhabit the Wizarding World for centuries. They certainly underestimated the strength of what a witch's magical core could be if ever activated as a slayer. Wizards and witches were always more immune to wiccan magic that the Watcher's Council used for their medaling.
And a slayer who was a born-witch before being a slayer.
She was more immune then the average witch for sure.
Sixteen-year-old, Buffy Summers sat in the middle of her bedroom floor, dragging her nifty little pocket knife Xander had gifted to her a few months prior along the edge of a piece of wood, finishing up yet another stake to add to the growing pile of wooden stakes that sat next to her freshly carved. Buffy snorted glancing at the pile of twelve newly made stakes, "Hmm, suppose, you can't ever have too many wooden pointy things laying around, now can you…?"
It was this day two years ago that she became the 'chosen one', the one and only girl in all the world that had the strength and power to fight of the vampires and the forces of evil and blah-blah-blah...
Her memories of that day were still a bit fuzzy, but as the last two years went by, they began to clear up a little by little. She remembered a man in his mid-forties or so entering her 4th year girl's dormitory, in which she was almost positive was named the 'Gryffindor Tower', the name of the house she was a part of at her old school.
The man showed up unannounced and somehow undetected.
She remembered the arrogance radiating off the man as he stood in the middle of the room, with a face full of disgust as he glanced around at the red drapes and hangings on the bed's. The man clearly felt out of place in the castle, and wanted to be out of there as soon as he could. Buffy could vaguely recall how he had demanded for her to pack up her belongings as quick as she could and that she was to come with him at once. The old her, had mouth back something to the man, that she now knows as Quentin Travers; and apparently, whatever she had said to Travers had anger him enough to march out of the girl's dormitory with a promise that her 'Watcher' would be meeting with her the first of the summer when she returned from school.
Buffy couldn't remember why she hadn't gone and tell someone of the appearance of Travers at the school. She was sure, that old strange men appearing in the girls' dorms wasn't the norm there… but then again, she did only remember tiny bits and pieces here and there about her previous life, if it really was a previous one that is.
She was torn on if she made this imaginary life and land up in her head about witches; wands; sports on brooms; three-headed dogs; werewolves as teachers; and students flying dragons in an international competition.
Buffy wanted to say that it all seemed pretty far-fetched, and that she was in desperate need of that therapist her mother kept insisting she go and see for her parent's divorce and separation. But then again, that would be a little hypocritical of her seeing as by day she was the typical blonde airhead junior, and by night she slayed vampires and demons.
Buffy groaned throwing her head back, hitting the back of it on the foot of her bed. Every night, for the past three months, she had been having nonstop dreams of wizards and witches and this magical world that she felt a weird connection to. It was a world that was filled with things that every little kid imagined and wished to be real when they were young and playing make-believe. Along with that, her dreams mainly focused on two boys in particular, one with black hair and glasses and the other with bright red hair and light freckles. She couldn't place a name to either of their faces, but just thinking of the two boys in her head brought a sense of comfort and home to her.
It was times like this, that she wished Merrick were still here. He had been her first Watcher. Not that Giles was bad or anything. Giles in fact, was incredible at what he does, and he always always came through for her. But he is like the nerdy; caring; tweed wearing father where having emotionally and touchy feely conversation could turn into long awkward silence of not knowing how to talk or reply back to a teenager.
Merrick was the cool laidback uncle that never got embarrassed or caught off guard. But even though Giles was amazing, he always does go by the book, and he would either take these dreams as of no importance and brush them off to the side as silly teenage girl fantasies, or he would run far with it, researching every possible lead with it as well as possibly going to the Council with it to see if there was any hidden message in them that we should be looking for. And the Council getting involved, was the last thing that Buffy wanted or needed.
She had always been wary of them.
Even before the dreams had started, she was hesitant to give her trust fully when it came to them.
Merrick, when he was alive, held the same opinion when it came to the Council. He neglected to inform the Council of many things while performing his duty as her Watcher, if he knew he could get away with it. He was a passionate Watcher and always followed the rules and guidelines of what a Watcher was to do to protect and guide his charge, but the Council had always rubbed him the wrong way, and he made that bluntly clear to Buffy on many occasions.
It was one of the first few things she could clearly remember he and she agreeing and quickly bonding over. She hated the squinty little toad-face of Quentin Travers, and apparently so did he! How convenient!
Also, if there was any possibility that her dreams, could in any way be real, then that meant Merrick was present during this time. Well, not really present per-say. His face never popped up when those particular dreams of the Council abducting her, and robbing her of her memories came up. But he was around and obviously knew that that had occurred, since he had been her Watcher during that timeframe in the dreams, both before and after the memory wiping.
Buffy knew though, that if he were still alive today, that he would have been able to answer what these dreams of hers really meant.
If they were real, he would have told her they were.
At least she hoped he would have.
The dreams always painted Merrick to be the supportive one of her and her witch-side. He seemed fascinated by the Wizarding World as much as he was fascinated with vampires and demons. In some of the dreams, Merrick would even get in screaming matches with Travers, when Travers would get on the young slayer about leaving that magical school of hers. Travers believed that the school was a bad influence on her and a distraction when it came to her duties. Whereas Merrick, saw it as an advantage that vampires and demons would not be expecting or see coming. He argued that with magic in the form that Buffy possessed, that they would be able to cover twice the amount of ground with only half the amount of work.
Travers, wouldn't have any of it.
Rolling her eyes at the thought of the squinty eye man, she shuttered.
Oh, how she loathed that toad of a man.
Buffy huffed, standing up from her bedroom floor gathering up all the new stakes she had carved out and placing them in the bottom of her chest that she kept in the corner of her room. Placing the makeshift bottom on top of them, as well as some of her other slayer supplies in case her mom decided to go snooping around. The makeshift bottom chest that Merrick had gifted her shortly before his death was one of the cleverest gifts anyone had ever gifted her. Her mother wasn't always the snoopy type, but she did have her moments when she suspected Buffy to be hiding drugs or alcohol when she felt she was acting out from her usual self. There had been on time where her mom had found a stray stake lying about her room one time…, thankfully Willow had been over and had made the quick excuse, that in Science they were doing a project of the solar system, and that the stake was the pole that was supposed to hold Mercury up. Thankfully, Joyce had brought it.
Heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed, Buffy couldn't help but stare into the mirror, taking a good long look at all her features. Her shoulder length hair was blonde and was straight as it always was unless forced curled; her sun-kissed tan skin; and her face oval shaped was reflecting back at her as they always were. While doing this, she couldn't help but wonder if the straight blonde locks were really her natural, or if it was really an almond brown color with thick curls that could sometimes frizz out of control. The paleness in her dreams, she figured was due to the country she lived in where the sun wasn't strong, meaning no year-long tans. She also tried to picture a heart shaped face on her, instead of the oval one she had always seen reflected back. The only thing that seemed to truly match the dream girl and the real her, where the color and shape of her eyes. They were big and round and the color of caramel taffy.
Clinking her tongue, Buffy decided it was enough nonsense of letting her dream world take over for the night, grabbing her toothbrush to start out her nightly routine of brushing her teeth; washing her face; and combing out her hair before bed. Besides, she thought to herself, if tonight's dreams are anything like the past three months', then she would be getting a few new 'magic' scenes to think of and play over in her head when first hour Geometry started up tomorrow morning at school.
If anything, at least it kept her mind occupied during school!
Ugh, another thing that made her wonder if her dreams could possibly be real...the dream version of her loved school and books!
Like, just how?
Buffy and school just did not mix well, so to think that 'old' Buffy had been the resident bookworm and know-it-all of the magic school, made her wonder that just maybe her mind really was playing tricks on her with these dreams.
After all, genius-book smart Buffy, was a pretty far-fetched idea, more-so then vampires and demons even!
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Chapter was edited and revised on October 31st, 2018. Rest of revisions on chapters will be taking place as well. Slight changes may be occurring to the storyline once those chapters are edited.
