Yes, it's really a new story. I know I have an unfinished story and two series I'm writing, but I just had to write this. It was stuck in my head for days. But don't worry. I have the next stories of the series I'm writing already written and only need to be read through by my betas.

Massive thanks to Victoria Plenti Wilde, who took her time from studying to read this (i know she did because I stood behind her and breathed down her neck :P).

I don't own Buffy or Harry Potter (not even the yummy twins) so don't come knocking on my door.

I hope you like.

PROLOGUE:

If she hadn't been looking for it she never would have noticed it. It was black and old against a black and old brick wall. There were bright and shiny stores on either side, making it even more forgettable. It was unimportant to people, but not so to her. It would forever change her life if she dared to cross it. So she stood there, in front of the old door, hesitating to enter, not yet ready for what was to come.

This was a stupid idea. Even stupider than fighting the Judge with a rocket launcher or blowing up the Mayor. It was even stupider than the plan to fight the First with a handful of Potentials. Why did she think she should do this? She never should have come.

Two years passed already, since Sunnydale became a crater and this was the first time she set foot in London. Weird, considering Sineya's Circle had its Western European HQ situated there, but she just couldn't go there. She didn't want to go there.

It had the same feeling like Sunnydale had, the first time she went there with her mother, like she was meant to go there. She had enough destinies for three lifetimes, thank you very much; didn't need to acquire another one. She was happy with the life she had until six months ago things started to change and she couldn't run from it anymore.

She caught a slight movement on her left. She didn't turn, but her senses were already on high alert.

Oh, for God's sake, why did she think she would do this alone? Of course he would come along.

For a second she got distracted by his shoulder-length red hair, which always made her want to run her hands through it. It looked so soft. His eyes glinted with mischief and there was a small grin on his face. It annoyed her every time he looked at her that way. And it made her heart beet faster. She might have jumped him a long time ago, if only he wasn't her personal stalking ghost.

He floated next to her and grinned his trademark grin.

"Ready to meet my brother?"

Why did she think she could do this again?

So what do you think? I know it's really short, but I hope for a few comments.
Elza C. Boe