Disclaimer: I do not own anything Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter related in this story as this is for entertainment purposes only, I will not be making any money off of it. Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Inc., and 20th Century Fox. Harry potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner. Bros. I'm merely borrowing their characters! Any characters you don't recognise from HP or BtVS is my own chara and I can do what ever I like with them.

A/N: This story is set around mid Season 7 of BtVS (Before the episode, Lies My Parents Told Me) and around the time after the Second Task in HP Goblet of Fire. Now the timeline, I've changed it so that Harry Potter and the GoF is around 2003 (the 2nd task was around the 24th of Feburary (according to the Harry Potter timeline) so this is around March time after the 2nd task (When Harry receives his 2nd letter from Sirius)). I don't know when Sirius starts living in Grimmauld Place but I have Anya move in there at the beginning of the story as her Sanctuary of protection, Dumbledore just leaves the wards as they are around the house, he doesn't perform the Fidelius until Sirius moves in later on after the 3rd task.

Pairings: Anya/Sirius centred

Protection

"But Xander, I don't want to go with this man!" Anya stated frustrated. They were standing in the centre of the Summer's household, arguing in front of a crowd of potential slayers. The man in question? He was standing on the front porch eating lemon drops. He was, of course, Albus Dumbledore. "I refuse to leave when I'm needed here!"

"But An, it's for your safety and protection," Xander calmly explained, although rage was filling him up greatly. "One of Angel's crew contacted…the man whose name I don't know, for us because he had dealt with him once. He said he's the best he had at such short notice. He'll be able to look after you against the demons D'Hoffyrn keeps sending after you," Xander continued although Anya was standing examining her nails. "Did you even hear a word I said?"

"No. No I didn't but it doesn't matter seeing as I'm not leaving!" Anya exclaimed storming right up to the front door, taking a deep breath to compose herself, she threw the door open. "Hi old man, I'm sorry to say this but I will not be leaving with you," Anya explained while Dumbledore stood with a confused look coming across his face. "I just personally don't think you could even look after a fly with how frail you are and I will in no way possible feel protected. Whereas while I'm here I can be looked after by a slayer, a witch who has the tendency to turn evil, a vampire with a soul and a bunch of useless girls waiting for Buffy to die," Anya said and by this point the Scoobies were all gathered around the door with either shocked or angry expressions on their faces.

"Anya," Buffy said through gritted teeth to try and keep the anger from seeping into her voice. "You will leave with this man tonight because we can't keep looking after you and you don't have a purpose in the group except for your ex-boss sending demons after us on, almost, a weekly basis," Anya turned round, saw the angered Buffy and turned back round to Dumbledore.

"Fine I'll go," She sighed. "I do not in any way approve however, but I will go because the almighty Buffy Summers says so" Anya said throwing her arms in the air and using air quotations to get her point across. Buffy stood staring at Anya. Her eyes narrowing into an evil glare. And then she flew forward at Anya. If Xander hadn't anticipated this move from Buffy and threw himself in front of her on Anya's behalf, Buffy would've murdered her. Throughout the fight and confrontation in the foyer of the Summer household, Dumbledore stood patiently popping lemon drops in his mouth.

After Buffy and Anya calmed down... slightly... Anya turned to look at Dumbledore, who was still stood eating his lemon drops remaining silent. "I'm sorry, but are you mute? Or a statue? I haven't even seen you move! You didn't even bother to try and save me while I was being attacked by a slayer! What type of protection can you offer me!? Hmm?" Anya angrily said to Dumbledore. "Well speak up!"

The scoobies stared with shock at Anya. Okay they all knew she could be blunt and very forward but they had never seen her like this, with exception of the night she slept with Spike, but she had a very good reason to be angry that night they surmised, but this old man didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of her tirade, he hadn't done anything wrong. That was when Dumbledore spoke up.

"No my dear, I am not mute," Dumbledore spoke kindly to her. "I did not wish to intervene seeing as I knew that regardless on what you and Miss Summers here will say, that she would not cause harm to you. And about how I can protect you, I think it would be wise not to speak of such things out in the open nor in front of a large crowd," Dumbledore stated diplomatically. "Would you be interested in a lemon drop?" Anya stood staring at the man. Anya thought over everything he said, along with the rest of the scoobies. They couldn't help but agree with everything that he had said. Almost like it was...

"Magic," Willow whispered softly. But loud enough for Dumbledore to hear and smile slightly at her. Anya however ignored this and responded to his previous question.

"Of course I will have a lemon drop!" She said excitedly taking the one he handed to her. "Last time I had one of these was when I was reeking vengeance in a wizarding community," Anya started but was cut off by Dumbledore.

"You know of the wizarding communities?" He asked looking over his half moon glasses in surprise at her.

"Yes, mostly," Anya replied. "So I was reeking vengeance for some wronged women. I summoned a G'Clashnik demon and it ate their husbands' pe…" Anya got cut off again, but this time by Xander.

"Okay I think that's enough of that story!" He said and started leading Anya over to the stairs, weaving through the mass crowd gathered around the front door. "You heard the man, everyone move along nothing to see or hear here! Private scooby meeting!" Xander yelled through the foyer at the potentials gathered, however none listened to him, instead standing staring at Dumbledore like he was some alien. Sighing Xander asked "An, don't you have to pack?" stopping Anya at the stairs.

"Yes I suppose so," Anya huffed and began trekking up the stairs to the room she was sharing with some potentials. Xander made his way back to the front door and saw Buffy and Willow talking with the Dumbledore and lead him into the living room after Buffy repeatedly shouted at the girls to go down into the basement to train and to stay there, saying it was a meeting and they didn't want to be disturbed.

Wow Xander thought. I still can't get over how loud her voice is!

Willow and Buffy indicated for Dumbledore to have a seat to which he obliged with a nod of his head in each of their directions.

"So…uh," Buffy started but lost the words and looked at Willow and Xander to help out, Willow took the hint.

"What was your name? Wesley never told us, he only gave us the heads up that you were coming," Willow said quietly and slouched farther into the armchair across from the sofa.

"Ah yes, Wesley. How is he?" Dumbledore asked politely and looked at them expectantly. Xander, Buffy and Willow all looked at each other and Buffy and Willow turned to Xander.

"He's fine," Xander lied. In actual fact he was rather busy with Angelus and a new demon named The Beast and Xander felt lucky he took the time to contact Wolfram and Hart and find someone to take Anya to safety, but he wasn't allowed to tell Buffy or Willow about the Angelus problem, which he didn't like, one bit.

"Ah good, very nice fellow," Dumbledore answered and took out his bag of lemon drops. "Lemon drop?" He asked but they all declined. "Now I believe you asked my name. I am Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore said. "Professor Albus Dumbledore. And you" gazing at Buffy, "Must be the 'Slayer'" Buffy nodded confidently, poised to spring off the seat if needed. "Splendid. I never got the chance to meet a vampire slayer, I've read about them though. Although in our world their classed as myth," Dumbledore carried on.

"Believe me Professor, I'm no myth," Buffy replied, clearly pissed off.

"Please there is no need to call me Professor. I am not your Professor," Dumbledore answered kindly, ignoring the tone of her voice.

"Excuse me Profess…Albus," Willow said. "Where about do you teach? You sound English,"

"Yeah and what's with the robe?" Xander asked.

"He's a wizard," Anya stated from the entry way to the living room, surrounded by bags. Xander jumped at the sound of her voice and turned to look at her.

"How do you know that?" Xander asked in a slightly high voice.

"Well I have been to a few wizarding communities," Anya stated as though it were obvious. "I know how wizards from them communities dress; they dress in robes and use wands as a conduit whereas Willow uses the earth. There are different types of magic I'll have you know,"

"You have quite a bit of knowledge of the wizarding world," Dumbledore stated and turned to her.

"Yes, one of my demon friends was originally a wizard before turning into a demon and I learned a few things from reeking vengeance in your world," Anya replied to him.

"How intriguing," Dumbledore responded casting a curious gaze over her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes I'm ready, but I'd like to say goodbye first" Dumbledore rose from the comfort of the sofa and walked over to her.

"Take your time, I'll wait for you outside," He said and looked down at her bags. He removed his wand from his robe pocket and with a simple Shrinking spell her bags shrunk to the size of mice and floated into Anya's coat pocket. "It'll save you doing all that heavy lifting," with a twinkle in his eye he swept out of the living room out to the front porch closing the door softly behind him.

Willow was the first to rise from her armchair and walk over to Anya. "Take care of yourself," She said warmly and embraced Anya in a hug. "We'll miss you," and walked out of the room and to the basement. Buffy stood and just embraced her in a hug, still awkward from their previous argument and fight.

"I'll leave you two to say goodbye while I get Dawnie," Buffy left Xander and Anya looking awkwardly down at their feet.

"Listen An," Xander started and put his hand under Anya's chin raising her head to look up at him. "I love you, I'll always love you but I don't know when we'll see each other again so I want you to be happy," Xander told her softly and leaned in for a kiss. His lips almost touched hers when Anya pulled away quickly.

"No Xander!" Anya chastised him. "No I won't be able to move on if you kiss me. I'd want to stay, and I'd think you'd want to start dating me again but I won't let what you did to me happen again so I think we should just leave it where we left it. We had a one off night and that's that. No kisses, no "I love you's". I'll always love you but I can't, I don't want to get hurt again," Anya broke down and started sobbing. Xander moved in to hug her but she just turned away. With a sigh he started leaving the room.

"I'll go see what's taking Dawn so long," and he left Anya sobbing.

She regained her composure and wiped any stray tears away as Dawn and Spike came into the room. "Couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye," Spike said and walked forward and gave her a quick hug. "Take care yourself okay?" to which Anya nodded her answer and he smiled and swept out of the room making her roll her eyes.

"Typical" She muttered under her breath and turned and saw Dawn hug her.

"Bye and good luck," Dawn said still not forgiven her with turning back her demonic self and picked up one of the books on the coffee table before exiting the room.

"Well I guess I better get going," Anya said and walked out of the room and into the hallway and stopped to take it in. She sighed and swung open the door and let it close with a bang.