Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters do not belong to me, they belong to J.K Rowling. Buffy characters belong to Joss and his team.
Summary: After Buffy sends Angel to hell, she runs away to LA. Joyce and her former best friend Giles from Hogwarts are in a desperate search for Buffy…if they do not find her…she could die because of a potion designed to keep Buffy under disguise from her real father. But Buffy doesn't know this, and her real father doesn't know who his daughter REALLY is…
Timeline: Just after Season 2, after Book 5.
Note: Sirius is NOT dead… I repeat…he is not dead!!!
Thanks: Sams-453 for helping me with the title- (Per Celare means to conceal in Italian by the way), and thanks for reading these chapters before…but I'm still angry about All in the Blood! Meanie…bloody cliffie…
Reviews welcomed!
On with the Story…Enjoy!!! (hopefully)
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The circular room was large and gloomy, the torches glowing softly in the black, the blue flames reflecting on the marble. The room was filled with doors, black and ordinary, and Buffy pushed through one randomly, not recognising the place, but knowing where to go. She entered another room, the ceiling was high and shelves towered above her. On the shelves were orbs, dust collecting on the top of them.
The master will rise…
There was another flash and Buffy was standing below an orb which was high above her head, this one glowing as if it was something special. She stretched up and touched it, and a voice rang out, the same one who said something about rising.
And the slayer will die…
There was another flash, and the orb was in her hand, glimmering softly, the dust coming off in her cold hands.
No hope left…
There was another flash, and the orb was back on the shelve, and she was not alone. Two boys were looking at the orb, the red haired one taller than the raven haired.
I'm only sixteen years old…
Now the black haired boy was taking down the orb, and Buffy felt a strange feeling in her stomach.
It's all on the line here kid…
The boys were now surrounding by others, the ones on the outer circle in dark black robes, their bodies covered by thick cloth, eyes glimmering like a cats in the dark. Buffy knew these guys were the bad guys, and she shouted out, but no one could hear her.
You walk out of this house; don't even think about coming back…
"Give me the prophecy, Potter." The leader said, his white hand outstretched to the boy holding the orb. They were having an argument now, Buffy could see their lips moving, but she couldn't hear anything, and no one could hear her.
Step aside little girl…
There was another flash, and Buffy could see a dark haired man fall. People around him were fighting, and a woman next to him was cackling. Buffy rushed to the man, but when she tried to catch him, her fingers slipped through him.
She'll be safe! Take her! I love you…
There was another flash and she saw a blond haired woman cradling a small baby, a black haired man standing next to her. The woman was crying, and from somewhere inside Buffy, she felt as if she knew this woman.
Joyce, I love you…
There was another flash, and she was in an office, with the same black haired boy she had seen with the orb, and an old man with a white beard she did not recognise. The boy was yelling at the man, and her heart went out to the boy, even though she did not know why.
I'll never leave, not even if you kill me…
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…
In Los Angeles, in a small apartment, Buffy Summers woke up with a jolt, the dream ending abruptly. She sat up, deep in thought, and then a look of recognition crossed her face, which quickly turned to annoyance.
"Great, another damn prophecy."
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Joyce Summers sat in the dining room, eating her lunch. The table was set for two, but the one she was not using was not occupied. Joyce took a small sip of her water, and looked over to the empty place. A small tear ran down her cheek, and she did not bother to wipe it away. She looked down at her plate, hardly anything had been touched. Sighing, Joyce placed her knife and fork on her plate and carried it to the kitchen, empting the food into the bin and dumping everything else into the sink. Joyce paused, her hands resting on the sink. Another tear escaped her, the salty drop running down to her mouth were she could taste it. The doorbell rang, the bell echoing in the cold and empty house. Joyce looked to the door, a hopeful smile on her face. She quickly wiped away her tears and ran to answer the door.
"Giles." Joyce's smile disappears as she opens the door to let in her visitor.
"How you been?" Giles asked his eye catching sight of a picture of Buffy, his smile weakening.
"Did you-"
"No." Giles sat down on a chair and Joyce took a place opposite him.
"But I thought-"
"No." Giles cut Joyce off again, his line of sight on his shoes.
"Are you even getting close?" Giles shook his head. "But we need to find her. If she-"
"I know what happens."
"No, I don't think you do." Joyce said angrily, standing up again, glaring at Giles. "If she doesn't come home soon, she could die."
"I am well aware of this."
"She needs the potion, it's been two weeks since she last took it, it won't be long until she will go into a coma."
"How long?"
"A week at the most." Joyce said quietly, sitting down on the couch.
"Have you called-"
"Not yet."
"He needs to know."
Joyce nodded, admitting the truth. "But I haven't called him since I left."
"He needs to know." Giles got up from his chair and moved over to Joyce, resting a hand on her back.
"I know." Tears fell again, and Giles handed her a tissue from the box on the table, it was almost empty. "He's going to be mad at you." Joyce added. Giles smiled wryly.
"He always did have a short fuse." Giles admitted, chuckling. Joyce smiled.
"He's going to be upset though, after all we did to keep her normal, she's a slayer." Joyce sighed, this comment reminding her of everything she did to keep her baby safe.
Giles looked at her, brushing a lock of hair out from her eyes. "Why did you react like you did?"
Joyce sighed. "I was in shock. I mean, we learnt about this stuff at Hogwarts, but I never thought it would happen to me."
"It happened to Buffy, not you."
"But still, after everything we did, giving her the potion, taking her away from England, she becomes the slayer. Fighting evil, risking herself everyday, doing the things I did not want her doing." Joyce paused, thinking about that day when her daughter told her off her true self. "Why didn't you tell me?" Joyce asked angrily, her body twisting to look at Giles.
He sighed, taking off his glasses and cleaning them. "The Council did not want me too. The Council and the Ministry have never been on good terms, and the Council felt that telling you would interfere with her destiny."
"She's my baby. And you were my best friend. You could have told me!"
"I wanted to." Giles reassured, even though he knew that this was not helping her. "But I couldn't. I was under strict orders. Remember, I'm not part of the wizarding world anymore."
Joyce nodded. "Stupid bloody Death Eater." She said, leaning her head on Giles' shoulders.
"Stupid bloody Hufflepuff." Was Giles' response.
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