Buffy looked around at her surroundings. They had landed in a neighbourhood with neat houses and lawns, all spaced evenly along the road. They were out side a house with a beautifully groomed garden and a polished car. This place looked so ordinary that Buffy found it hard to believe that a wizard like her brother actually lived here. The only thing that showed that this place was not as normal as its appearance stated was the shouts and banging that came form the house they were currently in front of.

"Seems like Harry is having another argument with his aunt and uncle. Let us go in. But be careful." Dumbledore beckoned for them to follow him.

"Why do we have to be careful?" Buff asked curiously as they headed towards the house.

"I believe that you brother has a rather…short temper. He tends to make things happen when he is angry."

"Now, doesn't that sound familiar?" Buffy chuckled quietly to herself. Entering the house, they found blood stains trailing from the stairs and disappearing past a closed door. The carpet had holes in it and the pictures were either cracked or torn. The group made their way to the end of the hall where all the noises were coming from and jumped back when the wall blew up in front of them. Now that the wall was gone, the group could see clearly what was going in the house.

The room destroyed and burnt, leaving it bare. A blonde woman was hugging a fat pudgy boy to her, watching the pair in the middle fearfully. Buffy eyed the pair in the middle of the room who seemed to be burning holes into the other. The huge man stared at the boy with anger and fear in his eyes while the boy just stood there, glaring daggers at the man.

Buffy took a closer look at the boy. They could not see the boy properly as he was facing the opposite direction. However, Buffy could tell that he was really angry by the posture he was currently standing in.

Before anyone could say something, the boy spoke.

"Professor Dumbledore, I thought that I made it clear that I was still unhappy with the way you acted?"

Dumbledore grinned apologetically. "I also thought that you wanted to see your sister."

At these words, the boy turned. No, not boy, teenager.

Harry Potter had flourished into a fine young man. He was tall, sporting broad shoulders and long legs. His waist was narrow but also had slightly muscled body that did not lose its lean and lithe stature from younger years. His hair now curled softly at the ends, ending at the nape of his neck. His lips were full and his cheek bones more defined than before. Buffy stepped forward and ran her hand along his cheek.

"My brother." She said, feeling tears coming into her eyes. Her brother's eyes were a captivating forest green, mixed with swirls of gold, grey and blue. However, what she noticed most was the haunted look. She recognized it immediately, sometimes seeing the same look in her own eyes after a hard battle or when she lost someone dearly.

"My sister." He copied her actions, his own eyes filling with tears as well.

In the background, Willow started crying at the touching reunion. But the brother and sister only had eyes for each other, drinking in each other's features. Then Harry let his hand drop and embraced her tightly. Buffy hugged her brother back equally fiercely, hardly believing it.

"I can't believe that I finally found you." Buffy held her brother out and looked him up and down. "You've grown up so quickly."

"Yeah, well, war does that to everyone. Tell me more about yourself and your friends there."

"How-"

"I'll tell you more about me later, follow me." Harry whispered in her ears before saying aloud. "Professor Dumbledore and Mr.Giles , could you please keep my uncle company. I want to catch up with my sister and her friends."

Professor Dumbledore nodded with a curious expression on his face. But Harry gave no more explanations, simply motioning for Willow and Xander to follow as well.

They followed him out into the hall where he fixed everything with a wave of his hand. Willow watched with something akin to awe as Harry seemed to do it so easily. Buffy just smiled when she saw her brother's handiwork. Even Xander was impressed even though he did not see what was so special about that.

He ushered them quickly into his room and locked the door behind him. Harry turned back around to find his sister surveying the room with a murderous look on her face. He cringed, knowing that if she had inherited the same temper as he had, then she would surely explode. Sure enough, not more than a second later, Buffy started to swear loudly then made a move to go back down stairs and beat the living day lights out of the Dursleys. Harry restrained her and grinned.

"Don't worry about that, I'm sure that Dumbledore will leave them to you, even if he is such a manipulative old git."

Buffy calmed down a bit but asked, "How could they do this to you?"

The room was small, barely fitting five people. The paint was peeling off the walls and the bed nearly falling apart. Harry's trunk laid near the bed, Hedwig still locked in her cage. Earlier in the summer, Uncle Vernon had installed new bars on his window and even more locks on his door.

Harry shrugged. "At least it's not the cupboard-" his eye widened and he clamped a hand over his mouth. "Oops."

Buffy was steadily growing angrier at how their relatives were treating her brother.

"What cupboard." Buffy's eyes began to narrow. Willow looked at Harry in shock, what did these relatives of his do to him? Xander inspected the room and regarded Harry with newfound respect.

Harry knew that it was pointless to lie so he blurted out quickly his life story, "When I was younger, my uncle and aunt used to make me live in the cupboard under the stairs. They treated me like crap until I was 11. On my eleventh birthday, I received my letter to Hogwarts. The Dursleys burned all my letters and did not tell me what was in them. It stayed this way until Hagrid busted the door and woke us all up, telling me that I was a wizard. I was so excited. I could finally escape from this house! But my first school year was more then just exciting. Voldemort had somehow gotten into the school and my friends and I went through this obstacle tests to get to him. Every year, there is always an adventure awaiting me. Every year, when I get back from school, the Dursleys treated me worse and worse. This time, it was the worst. My uncle whipped me. He tried to r-rape me as well but my aunt stopped him. She was the nicest of all three and when my uncle had gone to bed, she would come and comfort me. I think that she is abused too, if the sounds coming from my uncle's room was any indication."

Willow paled and Buffy went up to her brother and pulled off his shirt before he could do anything. Harry's back was covered with long gashes. One particularly deep one ran from his shoulder and all the way down his torso.

Buffy had enough, she dressed her brother again and stomped down the stairs.

"DURSLEY!!!" Buffy roared when she got into the living room where they were all seated. "HOW DARE YOU TREAT YOUR WIFE AND NEPHEW LIKE THAT?!"

Uncle Vernon stood up, "What are you talking about?"

Buffy ignored him and went up to Petunia, "Auntie, why don't you go up to Harry's room first? He is waiting for you." Her aunt agreed and hurriedly started for the door. However, her husband went after her and raised a hand to hit her.

"Where do you think you're going?" He yelled. Aunt Petunia cowered on the floor, shaking at the sight of the fist. But before his fist could hit her, he was thrown across the room. Buffy towered over him, rage clear in her features.

"Don't you get the message? Don't you DARE mess with my family." And she back handed him, sending him crashing onto the floor.

Meanwhile, Aunt petunia had crawled painfully up the stairs. Harry helped her up at the landing and supported her into his room. when she got there, he made her sit on the bed and gave her a hug.

"Are you okay Aunt Petunia?" he asked. She nodded and gave her nephew a tired smile. Harry grew concerned and beckoned Willow to check her once over and asked for the injuries.

"She has a broken rib, a sprained ankle, cracked arm, numerous cuts and bruises over her body." Willow confirmed, passing a hand over Petunia. Xander made her comfortable and after a few minutes, Harry go up and faced his aunt.

"Aunt Petunia , I know your secret. That's why I'm going to help you. But you need to trust me, Ok?"

She smiled weakly, "I always did."

Harry smiled, "Now just close your eyes, it might hurt a bit." And with that, he faced his palms towards his aunt and closed his own eyes. His hands began to glow softly, and his aunt's injuries began to heal. After a minute or so, he opened his eyes.

"How does that feel, Aunt Tunia?"

"I feel wonderful, you got rid of my injuries didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Hey guys, come listen to this, I think that Buffy is giving you uncle what he deserved."

Sure enough, thuds were coming from down stairs.

Petunia sniffed, "That bastard deserved it." Suddenly she gave a squeak.

"Oh, Harry, I feel it coming back. How did you do it?"

"Do what?" Buffy asked from the door way.

"Unbind my magic. See?" Petunia pointed towards the wall and a jet of flame appeared, striking the wall and setting it aflame.

"You're an elemental?" Willow asked.

"Yes dear."

Harry smirked. "So, what are we going to do now?"

Aunt Petunia grinned. "Why not set my dear husband on fire?"

"You know, I could really start to appreciate magic." Xander piped up.

"You can't do magic?" Harry asked Xander.

"What do you mean? I can't do magic."

"Come here, I'll unbind it for you." Harry placed his hands on Xander's back and muttered a few words, his hands glowed a brief white before dying down.

"Woah! I could feel it going through my body."

"Good. Now let's go down and see what is happening."

The group moved to the living room to find Dumbledore and Giles conversing, ignoring the shaking Dursley and Dudley.

Aunt Petunia went straight to where her husband laid on the floor.

"For all these years, I let you bad mouth my dear sister and foul her memories. I've agreed to treating the boy like you said just because I loved you. Or I thought I did. You've really gone too far this time. Oh, sure, maybe you like hitting me, I don't care, I can heal ,thank you. But to start beating a boy who's barely a teenager, shame on you! You'll get what's coming to you by my parents when they find out. Don't you wonder why?" And with that, she set his clothes on fire.

Screaming, uncle Vernon ran to the sink and turned in the tap. Freezing cold water took out the fire but ended up giving him a cold.

"I have grandparents?" Harry asked.

"Yes, didn't-" Aunt Petunia turned to Dumbledore. "Did you not tell the boy?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I did not think th-"

"Dumbledore, you should have done as Lily's will told you. You've betrayed her and I think that you are just using Harry as a pawn. Tell him NOW." Aunt Petunia said coldly, putting a protective arm around her niece and nephew.

Dumbledore sighed. "Harry, your grand parents are the king and queen of the land on Elves. These Elves are the most powerful clan in the whole world. The lowest leveled elves are the house elves. Then comes the tree elves next. Then comes the sea elves and the fire elves. Then comes the spirit elves and the mage elves. Last of all, comes the royal race of the shadow Elves. And at that, you are the prince of the shadow Elves and your aunt is a princess and your sister is also a princess."

Harry's mouth dropped open, but when he realized what Dumbledore just did, he shut his mouth and his eyes narrowed.

"Why did you keep that from me?" Harry gritted out.

"It was for y-"

"OH YEAH? FOR MY OWN GOOD? I AM NOT EVER GOING TO BELIEVE YOU EVER AGAIN! I FOUND OUT ABOUT THE BLOCK YOU PUT ON MY AUNT! AND THAT YOU PAID THE WEASLEYS TO PRETEND TO BE MY FRIENDS, AND GOT THE MONEY FROM MY VAULT TOO! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE OLD MAN?!" Harry roared in fury. The lights were flickering on and off now. Just then a beautiful eagle soared through an open window accompanied by Hedwig. At the sight of them, Harry calmed down and held an arm out. The eagle landed on his arm while Hedwig chose to perch on his shoulder instead.