Title- A Detour in the Roadway
Summery- the typical Harry has a secret family member and its Buffy thing, inspired by The Youngest Evans and The Phoenix Child.
Disclaimer- If I owned it Buffy would have ended on an even season like 10 and Sirius would have never died… so it's kind of obvious I don't own either.
Dedication- to Nikki, who is my muse and gave me half the ideas in this first chapter, which will probably be the last.
14 year old Blair Rose Potter glared at her brother, James Potter. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she looked like an eight year old standing there like a grave injustice had been done to her. And one had been. "Mum told you a zillion times to make sure you looked where you're sitting!" She uncrossed her arms and brandished her broken wand at him, a bit of a unicorn hair stuck out of the willow wood. "Now look what you did!" she whined. "Oh no, now I'll have to go out to Ollivander's to buy a new wand and if that weren't bad enough I can't even go today! What if when I'm taking my walk some Dark Wizard decides to off me?" she wailed out in a dramatic manner. James cringed, his hazel eyes shutting quickly. Beside him Lily was trying to sooth the upset Blair. Remus Lupin looked up from the DADA book he was reading. He sighed and closed it.
"Would it make you feel better if I walked with you?" he asked. Behind James Sirius Black shook his head.
"No offense, Mate, but there's a full moon tonight." Remus seemed to remember just that and nodded.
"Peter?" Blair asked, turning to the pudgy stout man. Peter Pettigrew fiddled with his wand nervously, and then muttered something under his breath. He conjured up a cross and tossed it to her.
"Sorry, b-but my Mum wants me back soon. S-she says I spend too much time here, and in these dark times I should at least spend sometime with my family. That's the best I can do for you. Happy Belated Birthday, Blair, I'll see you later."
"Thank you, Peter." Blair clasped it around her neck and then the timid wizard kissed her forehead and stepped into the awaiting fireplace. Peter shouted 'Pettigrew House' and was gone with a whoosh. Blair crossed her arms over her chest. James glanced up.
"Well?"
"If you think I'm going with you, you're wrong. Lily and I have a date. You have to watch Harry." Blair scowled and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I need to have a wand James! Or someone with me who has one!" Sirius coughed and she whirled, her golden hair shining in the light, his breath caught in his throat. With the sun shining straight down on her she looked like… wow.
"I uh… I er… could uh walk with you." He clarified. Blair gave him a brilliant smile.
"Really?!" she threw her arms around him. He felt a swell in his chest and he flushed. Over Blair's shoulder he could see James, glaring with disapproval. He was distracted when she tightened her hug.
"Ah… Buff…." Blair pulled away.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." she narrowed her eyes.
"I think it's a cute nickname… not exactly saying you're buff and manly, no not at all… just saying that you're strong… and able to defend yourself…" Remus coughed at the end of his sentence Sirius nodded.
"Buffy!" he said and pointed at her. She growled.
"What kind of name is Buffy anyways?"
"Short for Blair?" James inputted. Blair rolled her eyes heavenward.
"Come on, Moony." She grasped Remus's hand and pulled him to the couch. He sputtered at first but allowed her to drag him along. She curled up in his lap and he put his arms around her. They began to read about 'Mythical Demons' such as the Slayer, Polgara demons, and the mysterious Balance demon known only as Whistler. Remus glanced up and cocked his head. Sirius looked funny; he had seen that look before, but where? Oh yes, it had been when James had gotten a better grade on a paper that they had basically copied off of each other. Jealousy, but why the jealousy toward him? Blair shifted in his arms. He glanced down, she was dozing off. Blair! That was it! Sirius had a slight crush on Blair. And hey who wouldn't? She looked about sixteen, which if you looked at it from the well… looks department that meant she was only four younger. In truth she was roughly six years younger then them. She mumbled something in her sleep. While no one else caught it he did.
"I was dead mom, dead, for only, like, a minute… the Master… Angelus… The Judge… Blue smurf…" Upstairs Harry James Potter started to wail, and at that same moment Blair sat up and got out of Remus's lap.
"Spike, we gotta get him out of there! There's no telling of what he told Glory!" she said, then confused glanced around. "Wha-?"
"It was a dream Buffy." Sirius teased. Lily emerged from the stairs, rocking young Harry in her arms.
"Shh, he must have had a bad dream too." Blair scrunched her eyebrows together, trying to figure out her dream. It just didn't make sense. Vampires? Why was she dreaming about vampires?
"Hey Buffy," Sirius said, taunting her with her nickname. "Want to go for that walk now; you do have to baby-sit Harry in an hour." It was starting to get dark. Remus stood.
"I gotta go." He dropped his head and kissed Blair on the forehead. "We'll finish the book later, bye bye Harry." He said in a baby voice. Harry raised his chubby arms.
"Bye, bye, Moo-y." he said. Remus patted his head.
"Later, Padfoot, I'll talk to you later Prongs, have fun Lils." He winked at her and she flushed.
"Remus! Don't you ever become a dirty man like Sirius." She shot a glare at the scruffy 20-year-old. Even though Lily wasn't Blair's older sister by blood, she was still fiercely over protective. Lily knew what was going on in Sirius's head, the pedophile; she knew that he would gladly go out with Blair, who had a slight crush on him.
"Hey! I'm not a perv!" he squeaked when Lily charmed a vase to go flying at him. The vase stopped an inch from his upraised arms.
"You're lucky I like that vase." She muttered. "I'll see you later Remus." Remus climbed into the still green flames and shouted his apartment number, he was gone and the four were left to dote over Harry who would have fallen back asleep, if not for the noise everyone was making about him.
"Let's hope he gets your brains, Lily, otherwise he'll be brain dead." James shot her glare.
"Come on, Buffy, I have brains, plenty more then you do. Obsessing over muggle singers twice your age." She glared petulantly at him.
"I do not obsess over Billy Idol!" James rolled his eyes at her. "Come on Sirius. I don't want to hear Mr. Hypocritical talk anymore." She took Sirius's hand and tugged him outside. They walked in silence, it was very awkward. Then Blair stiffened, her back went ridged and she stopped completely.
"Buffy?" Sirius asked, still using the ridiculous nickname.
"Someone's following us." She said in a small voice.
"How do you know?"
"I don't, I feel it though."
"Come on, lets just continue." He said and tugged her hand insistently. She didn't follow him, instead she stayed still. He turned back. "Come on, Buffy, this isn't funny." She fixed her eyes to his.
"No one's laughing," it looked almost as if she were someone else, there was pain, suffering, hurt, and wisdom in her young eyes. "Tell Lily I'm sorry I couldn't watch Harry tonight. And tell Harry all about me, and how much I loved him, and tell James I'm sorry I snapped at him. Tell Peter, that he can fight it, that he's strong enough, and tell Remus that she exists and it's not a fairy tale, that there is a-."
"Slayer?" a more refined British accent asked. She whirled.
"I'm not going down with out a fight."
"It's not your choice, Potential, you're coming with us."
"Buffy, what's going on!" Sirius insisted, "Who are you? What do you want? Leave us, now!" he barked out.
"Stay out of this, Wizard." The man spat the name out as if it were some type of curse. It was at that moment other men in impeccable black suits lunged. All of them had knives. Buffy lunged at the nearest one. She dodged out of the way and went to grab her wand, forgetting James had sat on it earlier. It wasn't where she normally kept it. She was outnumbered. One of the men twirled a knife threatening. She lunged at him, going for a surprise tackle. Cold steel buried itself in her flesh. It bit and tore in her inside. She gave a terrified scream and fell to the ground. Sirius was holding his own in a fight with two other men. Another came behind him and knocked him soundly on his head with the butt of a gun. He crumpled to the ground; the last thing he saw was Blair's terrified features, marred by her own blood. There was pool of it slowly surrounding her. Her eyes were in shock, her mouth parted, and he could hear her wet breathing.
"Buf-fy." He gasped out. His ribs hurt with the effort. Her eyes fluttered closed and her back stopped moving from her lack of breathing. He struggled to get up but was hit again with the gun. He fell into a soundless abyss, his last image of the still Blair.
"Sirius? Can you hear me, boy?" a deep voice asked. A light flashed in front of his closed eyelids. He groaned, and then remembered the fight. He sat up.
"Blair!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful now, you suffered quite a hit." He struggled.
"I have to get to Blair!" he yelled.
"Sirius…" the man said his eyes downcast.
"Blair Potter is dead."
"No! No! She's not." He insisted even though he had seen her die.
"She couldn't have survived, not with a wound like that. There was nearly 2/3 of her blood on the ground that an average person has. No one could survive that."
"No… she- she can't, she can't be dead." He chocked out tears. Nearby he could see James mother, her shoulder's shaking with sobs. His father stood there impassive. James was holding Lily who was sobbing and holding Harry tightly. Remus had silent tears running down his pale face. And Peter, he was staring blankly out the window.
"She would have loved the weather." He muttered and then broke down. His forehead pressed again the warm glass.
"Can you tell us what happened, Mr. Black?" the deep voice asked.
"Who are you?" Sirius asked.
"Ambrose Shaklebolt. I'm an Auror. We're currently looking into Miss. Potter's death."
"We were taking a walk, and she stopped. Just completely stopped, she had this weird look in her eyes. She said someone was following us. She said she just knew they were. And then we were ambushed."
"Death eaters?"
"No, just like, muggle lawyer looking guys." Ambrose looked confused.
"Death eaters in disguise, since we put an alert in muggle newspapers, for men wearing black robes that look like they are in a cult."
"Well Blair said something weird, like 'I'm not going with you, without a fight.' She had a funny look in her eyes, like she was possessed or something. The man said something like, 'you have no choice, Potential, and you're coming with us.' I don't know what he meant but then that went tons of guy in dark suits came out, wielding knives. Blair was surrounded and I was fighting off two other guys. I guess she went to tackle one of them, and they… the knife went in like she was butter… she fell… oh god, one of them hit me on the head with on of those guans and I fell, I was starting to black out and she just closed her eyes and stopped breathing… she looked like she was sleeping… not-." He chocked on the last word. Ambrose patted his back.
"It's alright son, you don't have to say anymore. There's nothing we can do. I'm sorry for you're loss." Ambrose Shaklebolt sighed and walked to the lift. Another death by Death Eaters. He hated his job suddenly.
Across the Pond in Los Angeles, California a girl sat up in a bed. Fire rushed to her abdomen, she flinched at the sharp pain. She turned to a man in a suit.
"Do you know who you are?" he asked.
"I think… Buffy?" she asked.
"Good enough, that is your mother and your father, Joyce and Hank Summers. Your full name is er… Buffy Anne Summers." She nodded. He pulled out a long stick and tapped her head muttering something under his breath. When he was done with giving her false memories he went and gave Joyce and Hank Summer's their false memories. They had been trying to adopt a baby that a younger girl they knew was pregnant with. The baby had been born but then the girl had cut the deal. Her mother had taken her back in and had agreed to help raise the baby. They were now in shock, but they soon forgot about it and went to their daughter Buffy who had been mugged.
Sixteen years later, Buffy Anne Summers was sorting through mail. "Junk, Bill, Junk, and Oh I won, Junk, Bill, Willow, Junk, Junk, Xander, Giles, Junk, Junk, Wedding Invitation, Junk, Bill, Bill, Bill, and Junk." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Lately Willow had been doing a lot of magic, and it was giving her bad headaches, along with weird dreams, most of them surrounding people she knew but didn't know. Willow came out of the bedroom, a satisfied look in her eyes.
"That was amazing!" She hugged Buffy, still giddy with power. Buffy's headache increased, she screamed in pain and fell to the floor. Flashes of memories that weren't hers, or perhaps they were, played on her closed eyelids.
"Willow its hurts…" she murmured. Her head hurt so bad she felt as though it might explode.
"Don't worry Buffy; we're already at the hospital."
"Oh, good… they love me here…" and she fainted.
"There's nothing wrong with her, we did the CAT-scans and everything, and nothing is wrong with her." Buffy clenched her hand. The sheets ripped. She glared at the doctor.
"Then what the hell is wrong with me?" she demanded.
"We don't know. To put it simply." He said. She nodded and pain shot up her spine.
"Thanks for nothing." She got out of the bed and pulled on her clothing. The doctor appeared flustered and pulled the curtain to give her privacy.
An hour later Buffy was seated in a ring of candles. "So you did a spell and found out that there is a spell on me, so you're going to lift it?"
"Yeah." Willow started to chant. A bright light suddenly dispersed from her, hitting Buffy. Buffy clutched her head and screamed in pain. The light hit everyone and soon it faded.
Buffy awoke in a bed the second time that day. Her eyes shot open and she stumbled to the bathroom and heaved. "Ew…" she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.
"Willow!" Willow comes in the room.
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm getting sick. Do you have some kind of root or something so I won't puke anymore?"
"Uh, Buffy?"
"What?"
"The spell?"
"Oh yeah, I don't think it worked, I don't-." she was cut off as she clutched her head in pain.
"James!" she screamed and fell to the floor, panting. "I remember." She whispered.
"So, let me get this straight, you're real name is Blair Rose Potter, you're English and a witch, you have an older brother, James, who is married to Lily, and they have a son named Harry. Their best friends are Peter, Remus, and Sirius. Sirius was with you when you were stabbed and captured by the Council, then given to Hank and Joyce. But before you were given to them, they had an evil wizard wipe your memory and theirs. So you had no clue you were any of that."
"Yep."
"Okay…" Xander nodded.
"So Willow, back to the subject of my being sick, side affects?"
"Yeah, probably, your immune system was weakened and you got a flu bug." Buffy mumbled something under her breath.
"This sucks, I hate being sick!"
"Yeah me too."
"Spike was lucky, he never got sick!" Xander complained.
"Yeah, he was…" Buffy whispered.
"Spike was a good vampire, a good man." Giles offered up. He glanced at Buffy.
"I supposed we should go to England and find you're relatives. Buffy, little or no Slaying until you're feeling better." She nodded and placed a hand on her twisted stomach, 'Yuck I hate puking!' She itched her nose and sighed.
"Let's go."
One week later, Buffy Summers scrambled out of her bed and heaved into the toilet.
"I hate being sick!" she screamed angrily, and then heaved. Willow rubbed her back sympathetically.
"It's alright Buffy…. You'll only have to put up with this for another couple of days."
"You said that two days ago!" She yelled angrily. Willow handed her the leathery root.
"Just chew on this for the rest of the day; it will take care of the puking." Buffy popped it in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
"I've been thinking of names, like how my name used to be Blair and now its Buffy, I wonder if Lily had another kid and named her after me?"
"Like Blair or Buffy?"
"Probably Blair."
"Yeah, I like it, always stick with the first."
"Ew… no way!" Buffy said and Willow smiled.
"I meant the name."
"I know. So Tom told me where James lives."
"Cool."
"He seemed surprised though that I didn't know where he is, so I told him that wizards from America generally don't know a lot of wizard stuff from England."
"Oh, good!"
"Go get Giles and Xander. I'll change and brush my teeth." Willow nodded and soon they were off.
"Let's see… he said third on the fourth row." Buffy turned and looked up at the entrance of the supposed neighborhood. "Potter Memorial Cemetery…" she whispered and placed a hand on her stomach, hoping to god she didn't puke.
"Oh Buffy…" Willow whispered. Buffy ignored her and they walked on. She stopped where Tom had told her where they were. She knelt.
"Lily Potter, Beloved Mother and Wife, James Potter II Beloved Father and Husband, Briar Potter Beloved Mother and Wife, James Potter Beloved Father and Husband, Blair Potter- I'm dead? I thought I was alive?"
"They must have thought you died, what with the blood and all…"
"Well that makes sense," she went one to read the rest, "Beloved Sister and Friend to All. I think I liked, 'She Saved the World… A lot' better then this."
"Me too." Willow said, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean you can't be a friend to all, you kill vampires, and they're part of the all."
"Yeah, they are." Buffy said and thoughtfully placed her hand on the soil above James final resting place. "It hurts but… I don't remember them. I mean I do and I know I loved them dearly, but I was with you guys and my mom and everyone way long then I was with them. So it hurts but a duller achier pain then sharp and ouch-I'm-gonna-scream way. Wow, I'm gonna give Angel a run for the money with the brood award. I miss Angel." She finished her lament. It was broad daylight so she wasn't surprised to see other people at graves, placing flowers and such on them. "Come on, I wanna find more out about Harry."
"You're nephew?"
"Yeah."
Several hours later Buffy finally got all the info she needed. "We need to go to the Ministry. I need to find Ambrose Shaklebolt. He was the one who resided over the investigation of my death." They nodded and Buffy began to walked quickly they followed before she led them to a bus station. When she finally sat down she was winded.
"God, who would have thought having side effects from a spell performed a week ago, would be such a pain in the ass." She muttered. They rode the bus for twenty minutes until finally Buffy stood; they walked until she stepped into an old broken phone booth that was hidden from sight. "Come on squeeze in, and Xander if you dare to touch my bum I will break your arm."
She picked up the telephone and dialed a number.
"Ministry of Magic, Please state your names and Reasons for being here."
"Xander Harris, Willow Rosenburg, Rupert Giles, and…" she paused and look thoughtful, before she could say her names Xander said one, "Rachael Giles!" he said. Buffy glared, she wanted a prettier name! She continued her sentence, "We're here to speak to Auror Shaklebolt." Nametags popped out of the change slot and each of them attached them to the front of their clothing. The phone booth descended then opened with a ping. They all glanced around the peacock colored hall and at the fountain in the middle. Buffy walked up to the desk. 'If Spike can put a person in a thrall, being that he's a vampire, then why can't a half witch half Slayer put someone in a thrall?.' She smiled and willed him to not take notice of them. He gazed into space as Buffy walked past him and Xander, Willow, and Giles followed. When they were in the elevator Willow turned to Buffy.
"What was that?"
"I put him in a thrall."
"Oh- wait what?"
"I figured if Spike could put someone in a thrall, because he was a vamp, then why can't a slayer of them do it?"
"Oh, nifty."
"Yeah but now I'm all tired." She let her eyes close for a second. There was ping and the doors opened. Buffy barely listened to the explanation of the floor but when the word 'Aurors' came up Buffy told the others to stay in the lift and ride until she came for them. She stood in the crowded area. Buffy spotted a Pink haired woman, about her age talking to a man she recognized as Mad-Eye Moody. She strode toward them with purpose.
"Excuse me but do either of you know where I could find Ambrose Shaklebolt?" Moody blinked and the pink haired woman stared.
"Well he's retired but his son works here. I could show you to his office." The pink haired woman said.
"Thank you, I'm sorry I didn't catch you're name."
"Nymphadora Tonks, but Tonks is fine."
"Rachael Giles." She reached out her hand and shook Tonks. 'Nymphadora... doesn't Sirius have a cousin named that, oh yes, and she's a metamorphmagus. Yes I remember her.' She followed Tonks through the maze of cubicles.
"So… what is this all about? Something to do with the Black Case?" Buffy stared at her, "I take that as a no."
"Not at all. It's an older case."
"Oh, what is this case about?"
"Blair Potter."
"Oh, I had almost forgotten James had a sister, you know she was a few years ahead of me, and in my house. I liked her, real nice and cheery. It was a real pity when they found out she had been killed by Death Eaters."
"That's the point, she wasn't. In fact I know her. She was stabbed, and there was blood, but she survived. And those weren't Death Eaters. Those were Watchers." Tonks stared at her.
"How do you know this?"
"I told you I know her."
"Does she happen to be you?"
"Yes."
"Wow you look good for someone who is supposed to be dead."
"Well, I've been known to never stay dead." Tonks blinked.
"You're name isn't Rachael Giles is it?"
"Nope, can we take this somewhere private?"
"Uh, yes, yes of course." Tonks tripped over the coat rack and landed face down. Buffy helped her up.
"You haven't changed a bit." She said with a smile.
"Well a bit." And then her hair changed to a blue-green, her eyes became an almost translucent blue and her mouth smaller and her nose long. Buffy blinked.
"I almost forgot you could do that."
"A lot of people do, until they see me do it right in front of them." Buffy smiled. They reached an office and they stepped inside. A large African-English man was sitting at the desk. He looked up from the piece of parchment.
"Tonks? What do you need?"
"Kingsley, this Blair Potter." The man's eyes went wide.
"I was told by my father that she had died, Death eaters had killed her."
"Wrong." Buffy sang out. "There was no evidence."
"There was blood, 2/3 or the blood on the ground that is normally in a person's body. He said no one could survive that."
"A Potential could."
"A what?"
"A Potential Slayer."
"There's no such thing."
"But isn't there." She flicked her eyes to his and locked on. He shifted uncomfortably. He sighed.
"About three years after your death, it became evident that Slayers were real. The Ministry had already known that they existed long before then. But they refused to believe that they were fighting on the same side. Ever since a Slayer killed a famous wizard they had no reason to believe she was good, so they kept it all hush, hush about her. We cut our ties with them. But every so often they find a witch potential, and they make it look like dark wizards killed her, and steal her away, they give her false memories, and most never find out about their real life. They all die before they can."
"Yeah, that's what they did to me, only I nearly died when they stabbed me, and plus I've died twice afterward." Tonks cocked her head.
"What?"
"Slayers tend to die." She shrugged, and then poured her entire tale out to them. They listened with 'ohs' and 'ahs'. Of course beforehand they gave her a Truth Serum, 'For everyone's safety.' When she finished everyone stayed quiet, unsure as to what to do. Buffy pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Anything else you guys need to know about?"
"No, that's quite alright." Kingsley said. His voice shook and if you had excellent sight you could see that his hands were also shaking, although very imperceptibly.
"Tell me about Sirius and Peter and Remus. How are they?"
"Sirius… was Lily and James's secret keeper. He betrayed them." Kingsley said softly.
"No."
"What?"
"No. He wasn't."
"How do you know?"
"Easy, Lily and James weren't idiots, if they choose Sirius, their best friend perhaps, then they might as well had him put on a huge sign that read 'Hi! My name is Sirius Black and I'm the Potters Secret Keeper! Please come and torture me for information.' And it couldn't have been Remus because they couldn't stand to put such stress on another friend who already had too much to deal with. Logical answer points to Peter! But what they didn't know was that Peter just wasn't strong enough to stand against Voldemort's-." There was flinching at the name but she plowed ahead, "allure of power. Peter was weak and not the best at anything. He would have given up the lives of his friends to get that much power. That bastard! And I specifically told Sirius to tell Lily and James not to use Peter. No one would think that they would use a physically weak man who happened to be a werewolf." She took a breath. "So what happened to everyone?"
"Peter joined back up with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He framed Sirius for Lily and James' deaths. Remus is doing well. He's in the Order. And Sirius… he's dead."
"No."
"He's dead Blair." Tonks said softly to the petit Slayer.
"That's not true… he can't be."
"It's true. He was killed by Bellitrix LeStrange."
"That bitch! I'll murder her! I'll slaughter he and feed her to-to… he's dead… he's really dead isn't he?" she slid to the floor in sick horror, mostly from her own actions. "How? Where?"
"He was cursed and he fell through the veil." Kingsley supplied.
"No body?" she asked.
"None."
"I want to see this veil."
"Alright. You should also see some prophecies too." Tonks said in a low voice.
She led them to the lift where the rest of the crew was waiting for Buffy. Buffy introduced everyone and they smiled. Moody having needing to go somewhere on the lift was also there. He took one look at Buffy and gave her a lopsided smile. "Never thought that Blair Potter would have gone done without a fight. Good seeing you, Missy."
"How did you-?" Buffy asked stunned.
"I knew the Potters and you are most definitely a Potter." While she sputtered he finally gestured to his spinning blue eye. "It's a newer model. Analyzes a person, their DNA and such."
"Oh." Xander looked excited.
"Oh! Oh! Buffy can we go there first?" Buffy gave him a look.
"Alright, we'll go to Mungo's." They tramped out of the lift and found themselves facing a grim looking guard.
"What do you want?" he sneered. Buffy looked taken aback.
"They are with me Knightly. Hold you tongue boy you may find you'll have more then one." Moody said.
"Alright, sir." He opened the door and mockingly bowed. If Spike were here the bleached vampire would have growled low in his throat. But he wasn't so the best Buffy could do was give Knightly her coldest glare. He flinched and closed the door behind them. They were in a spinning black room.
"The Archway!" Moody said in the clearest voice he could manage. The spinning stopped and he opened the door in front of them. Buffy could feel it. Hell. It was all around them, in the whispering of lost souls. It was in the cold stone beneath her feet. It was in the fake wind that blew the gray dingy veil. The veil Sirius had fallen through.
"He's in Hell." Buffy whispered and turned to Willow. "We have to get him out." She looked at Willow, her eyes desperate.
"We don't have the Urn of Osirus anymore. It was crushed after we did the ritual for you."
"What about that retrieving spell? The one where you open up a small portal and you grab whatever you lost. Remember when I lost Mr. Pointy to a portal after staking a vamp that opened it and you did that spell and we got it back? Could we do that?" Willow frowned and thought it over.
"If he's alive yes. How long as it been?"
"Three months."
"He'd have to be mentally strong and pretty physical to withstand that." Buffy nodded.
"He is. Or he should be."
"Right. I'll do a locater when we get home." Buffy nodded her head and stepped toward the veil. She felt cold inside. Almost dead. She turned away from the flapping veil.
"So prophecies!" she said in an over excited voice. Xander raised an eyebrow.
Buffy soon found herself in the room, aisle upon aisle of prophecies. Moody led her to her own.
Codex Volume 23
The Slayer- Buffy Summers
The Master
Buffy stared at it. There were several more, The Mayor, The Harvest, The First, Glory, and The Acathla. There was another one however, she read the title. 'The Last Battle.' She screwed up her face and reached toward it, her fingers were about to brush it when she snapped back. 'No, I'm not going to hear it, not yet, I don't wanna know. Not yet.' She drew back her hand and looked at the rest of the titles on her. There were more only stating her as the Slayer. She soon found Xander kneeling in front of one near the floor.
Codex Volume 29
Muggle Savior- Xander Harris
The Yellow Crayon
"Wow, I didn't think this would be predestined." He reached out a hand to touch it and they watched the thin man with glasses shakily explain what was to happen. She placed a hand of comfort on Xander's shoulder as he saw several more glass orbs with his name on them. He read the titles and frowned.
"I really thought I would be left out of this kind of stuff…" he groaned. He stood and they went to find Willow. They found her sobbing in front of a playing prophecy. It was of the death of Tara and what followed. They quickly comforted her. Though she managed to whimper out that everything great, good or bad, she had done was recorded here. "Even the 'My Will be done' spell!" she wailed out.
"Willow, it the past… you don't have to beat yourself up about. And if you do you can bake us lots of cookies." Buffy said, thinking back to the time when she had come out of the haze of the spell to find herself passionately kissing the now twice deceased vampire. 'He needed a good cookie,' she thought melancholy, 'he couldn't get the Buffy taste out of his mouth…'She shook her head, 'Stop it Buffy. Just stop it. Spike is dead, well even deader then before and there is nothing you can do about it. So stop it!' She shook her head and followed Moody out of the labyrinth of prophecies. He nodded to the guard and they went back to Kingsley's office.
It was dead quiet in the office. No one spoke. Everyone was lost in their own individual thoughts. The silence was broken by someone blowing their nose. Heads swiveled and landed on Xander who sheepishly tossed the snot filled Kleenex in the trashcan. "It was running."
"Alright what do we do?" Buffy asked to no one in particular. "Peter betrayed James and Lily and now is working for the New and maybe not so improved Voldemort. Sirius is dead. Harry is living with Petunia and Vernon. And the Order is up and running. Does the Wizarding world know about him being back?" Tonks solemnly shook her head affirmative. "Is anything being done about it?"
"Aurors are canvassing every suspected dark wizards home and there are re-enforcements at Azkaban. It's not enough. The worst Death Eater's have probably bribed Fudge. Merlin, all of those Dark Wizard families, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy, Knott… The shit has literally hit the fan." Moody said referring to a muggle expression. Buffy shook her head.
"The school?"
"It's protected but not nearly enough. They need someone with skill in there. Someone who can teach the students something. Someone like-." Moody paused and looked at Buffy.
"Me." Buffy said in a hard voice.
"Yes. There's an opening at a Dark Arts Professor. Well I was supposed to take it but with everything going on lately I think I would rather just patrol Hogwarts. But I do however have a replacement lined up. Someone I met when I went on my holiday in America." Buffy brightened.
"I'll take it." They shook hands and soon they were on their way to Fudge's office.
To an outsider this would have seemed abnormal almost when about a minute after the entered the office an eerie clam filled the air. It was shattered by a yell of rage and this was followed by angry noises. Noises that sounded as if someone were breaking things. There was a louder crash some cursing and then silence. Fudge calmly opened the door of his office and everyone filed out slowly.
"You start your new jobs on September 1st, but be there a week before. Have a nice day." He gave them a fake and strained smile before slamming the door. The picture on the door slapped against it for a moment before it fell and shattered. Everyone looked at each other.
"We're off to see the wizard…" Xander murmured and everyone shot him annoyed looks.
A/N: so this is probably the first and last chapter of this series considering that school has started back up again. I might update like every two months with a short chapter. It will only be one to three pages if I do.
