Disclaimer: I do not now nor have I ever owned the rights to anything except my own body, mind and soul. Joss Whedon's and JK Rowling own the main characters and universes of this fiction. I freely admit that the inspiration for some of the plot lines have come from reading some of the stories from other fantastic fanfic authors, who do not own BTVS or HP, I have not duplicated the plots from their fics, and there are so very many that I've read in the last 6 months, I was just inspired but the pairings. This has been brewing in my head for many moons, and now it's time for it to grow.

AN: I think I must have been half asleep when I posted this story! I'm so sorry for my simple errors and plot holes. It sickens me, so I'm rewriting this story a bit.

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Chapter One

It was the first time Cordelia Chase had returned to her hometown of Sunnydale, California. As always it was bright and sunny, a classic slice of small-town American pie.

For some unknown reason it was as she expected it would be exactly the same. As if they didn't notice their greatest champion had been stolen from them and the walls protecting them from the evil hands of the supernatural were crumbling around them.

Of course, there are always exceptions to the rules. 1630 Revello Drive was once a happy home, a place even the Queen C admired. Joyce Summers had great skin, great taste and great style, and her presence remained in her home, persevered for her children, a solace in during their hour of need.

Xander's once laughing brown eyes stared out dull and watery as he sat between Willow's girlfriend Tara, a quiet beauty who wore her grieving for all to see and his own girlfriend, the former vengeance demon, Anya, whose red stained lips failed every attempt of conversation.

Cordelia was slightly surprised to see Oz meditating in the corner of the living room, until she remember Buffy was always therefore him as much as anyone else, not only saving his life but his conscious, as she stopped him from killing anyone during the full moon.

"Cordelia!" Anya pounced, "Willow found you! Where were you?"

"Hi Anya. We were in trapped in another dimension when all this went down….otherwise…"

"You would have been in time for the show?" Xander asked, his voice jaded from grief.

"Of course we would have."

"Show started a long time ago. Where were you then?"

"Buffy told us not to come. She wanted us to stay as back up in LA. I know she told you that." The dark brooding voice was angry and regretful and the speaker, Angel darkened the room as he removed this cloak. "Where is she?"

The question hung in the air unanswered as Willow walked over to hug Tara and Wesley stood beside the doorway. Anya again was the first to speak.

"You mean Buffy? We-"

"No I mean Dawn."

"Oh. She's upstairs in Buffy's room-"

His brown eyes fixed on her, confused and upset. "You all left her up there alone?"

"No Of course not, Spike's up there since Giles is at the funeral home. We aren't stupid and just because she's gone you can't treat us like we are – we tried – we were all there- you were off gallivanting –"

"Anya-"Tara tried to speak up as she consoled Willow.

"No – let her speak – So Buffy told you not to come down – when has that stopped you before?"

Angel didn't dignify Xander with an answer, choosing instead to stalk up the stairs to Buffy's room. Buffy's old room.

Wesley however, stood by his friend and comrade in arms. "Xander, it was a solid plan, to save us as back up-and if Cordelia hadn't had the vision of a missing young woman-" Wesley tried to argue, knowing it was grief they were speaking out of, the loss of their dear friend. Thankfully it either worked or Xander saw reason enough not to follow Angel and spread the discourse to Dawn.

Anya was another case entirely.

"Vision- you can't get visions – you're human and you weren't born with the psychic eye – eye for fashion yes – but not the third eye"

"It's true I wasn't born with it but I got my "gift" from…from our friend Doyle when he died ….and the PTB" Cordelia started back.

"Why does no one ever tell me these things- hello ex-demon for a thousand years- A Human cannot handle those powers-they aren't supposed to get them – it's like pouring a ton of hot lava in to a tiny spoon –"

"Anya, just what are you trying to tell us?"

"That this is wrong-this is going to cause more harm than good! I can't believe the PTB ….well I take it back – I know they are capable of this deception - its false advertising and that's just not kosher!"

"It's killing me isn't it?" Cordelia calmly stated, knowing it was true. It was falling into place, all the headaches, the pain, the doctor's failure to find the cause.

"Yes – so who ever made it happen isn't to be trusted"

"Doyle – didn't – he wouldn't" After all that had happened to her, from Sunnydale to LA, to Doyle and the visions that made her so important, even in Lorne's human hating home dimension Pylea where she was queen until she would marry Groo and loose her visions….and died….'

"And they probably planted the vision so you wouldn't be here-I mean really what could possibly have been so important it couldn't have waited a week until after Glory tried to destroy the planet?"

"Nothing…"Cordelia whimpered as it all clicked in place "Wesley…she's right…think about it – all the pain from these visions – and the brain deterioration – and Pylea-Pylea could have waited – there was no need for us to go when we did – there was no prophecy – the Powers – the Powers knew and they did it all on purpose... I'm going to be sick"