Chapter 1- Yet More Prophecies

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Authors notes: this story contains spoilers right up to the end of series 7 Buffy and up to O of the P. Also, there is a 2 year age gap between Buffy and Harry, Harry is 16 and the scoobies are all 18.

Flashback-

James stood over his beautiful daughter, watching her with devoted eyes as he kissed her crumpled forehead, and with a heavy heart he kissed her one more time, knowing that it could be the last. His wife had already turned her back to the scene, she was so determined not to break down and upset her daughter even more.

'I'm sorry Lily, James but there is no other way. Becky must go. You know this is necessary. But I promise to you that I will make sure she is well cared for as she grows up, and that as soon as possible, she will be back with you.' said Dumbledore, picking up Becky. A moment later he was gone with a pop and Lily fell sobbing into James' arms.

21 years later-

Buffy woke with a start as her slayer senses started going mad- there was something in her room.

After Sunnydale had become a nice big crater, Buffy, Dawn, Willow, Kennedy, Giles, Faith, Robin and Xander and some of the slayers had been invited by some of Giles 'important' English friends to come and have a holiday in a Devon mansion as a 'Thank You' for saving the world and everything. It had taken all of 3 weeks for Willow and Kennedy's relationship to break down and to be honest Buffy, Xander and a few of the others were quite glad that she wasn't going to be a permanent addition to the Scoobies. Xander was still caught up in a torrent of emotions following Anya's death, and Buffy was on a roller coaster after Spike's heroic death, laden down with guilt although she could not pinpoint what she felt guilty for. Sadly, Robin and Faith were also having problems as they had a very intense relationship, they would go through phases of being really lovey-dovey and then suddenly have a passionate argument, both sulk for a few days and one of them would eventually concede (usually Robin) and they would be giggling again.

Throwing off her duvet cover and leaping into a fighting stance she turned and pinned something against a wall.

'Lumos' a voice said, and in an instant, the room was filled with a warm glowing light. Buffy was momentarily stunned before her eyes fell on what she was pinning up against the wall threateningly. A elderly man with long silver hair and twinkly midnight eyes was looking at her with a disconcertingly friendly expression. Now that the shock had worn off she realised that her slayer senses weren't tingly in an 'arghh scary demon' sort of way but in a 'ohh fluffy puppies and kittens' kind of way.

"Would you be so good as to let me down, only you're stretching my new robes.' he said, and Buffy in utter confusion cautiously lowered him to the ground.

"You have your mother's eyes you know" Dumbledore said sadly, surveying the slayer, who was still posed in fighter mode-the kittens and puppy tingle was so novel that she was still on her guard

Buffy looked at the weird old beardy guy in alarm "you knew Joyce? Heyy did she have a hippy past that I never knew about? Coz if she did, I want to see the pictures!"

"Buffy, or should I say Becky, while Joyce raised you and loved you like a daughter, you were actually born to a Witch and Wizard couple called James Potter and Lily Evans. they were just out of school at the time, only 19. You were christened Becky Potter' said Dumbledore

Buffy wasn't sure if this was someone's idea of a joke, but as she digested what he had said, she began to remember all sorts of things that started to click into place. Like the fact that she had never felt related to her dad, and that as much as she loved Joyce, she couldn't claim to have inherited any of her personality traits. And they hadn't even looked that similar before Joyce had dyed her hair blonde. For once, even Buffy was unable to come with any wisecracks.

'Emm.. you what now? Let me guess- they loved me very much but they didn't feel ready to take on the responsibilities of having a child?' Buffy said in a unusually shaky voice

'Yes and no. They definitely loved you very much, but they did not give you away of their own free will. There was a prophecy' At this Buffy rolled her eyes, looking a bit more like the normal Buffy.

'You see, shortly after your sixth birthday a famous seer came to me and told me about his vision. He told me that you were the only hope that the world had, and that you would be the one to save the world, but that you would not be able to achieve your destiny in the wizarding world, for reasons yet to unfold. Each time you have saved the world I have consulted the seer, and each time he has informed me that bigger and badder things were coming. However last month, he told me that I could at last tell you about your true heritage, but unfortunately he also said that he could not specify why, just that all he had been able to tell from his dreams was that it was better for you to know. When we prepared to give you up for adoption, to a carefully chosen niece of one of my colleagues, Joyce Summers, we cast a spell to make sure that the only people who would be able to recognize you for who you are are a blood relative, me or your parent's closest friend. However, I can reverse this spell and everyone who once knew about Becky Potter will know again, and recognize you. Rest assured though I will only do this at your wishes.'

After Dumbledore had filled them in on a lot more of the basic story of the past, he started to tell them about more recent issues that he thought Buffy would be particularly interested to hear

'There is one more major thing that I have missed out so far. 16 years ago there was another prophecy, this time about a boy named Harry. It stated that he was the only hope that we had of defeating a dark, powerful wizard named Voldemort. When he was three months old, his parent's best friend betrayed them and told there whereabouts to Voldemort, and naturally he came after them. He succeeded in killing both Harry's mother and father but thanks to an ancient magic Voldemort had overlooked, he could not kill Harry. The curse rebounded and Voldemort lost his power. For eleven years Voldemort laid dormant, but for the last four years it has become sort of an annual event for Voldemort to try and regain his old powers, but each time so far he has been thwarted by Harry.

"Poor guy, I know what it feels like when evil just wont stop giving you a rough time" said Buffy, not completely interested

"You may be wondering what the relevance of Harry's story is to yours Buffy, and perhaps I should have mentioned this earlier, but Harry is your brother Buffy. And, as Dawn is made from your blood, he is her blood brother too."

Buffy looked at him incredulously, tried to take on board everything that she had been told. Failing, she slumped to the floor in a dead faint.

AN: sorry its a bit of an explainy chapter, has to be done, more will be posted soon.