DISCLAIMER!!!!! I don't own these characters, just Sirius' adorable little sister Michelle. Joss Whedon and JK Rowling own Buffy and Harry Potter respectively. I'm just playing in their sandboxes with a friend… Oh and this is going up without being given the once over by my beta btw. Without further ado here is more of Sisters Divided. Oh, and reviews would be appreciated big time!
PS- For the sake of this story Kendra was called after Buffy died in Season 1. But her watcher was Gwendolyn Post and they both came to Sunnydale. When Kendra dies Ms. Post goes back across the Pond and is never heard from again. Got that? Good...everything else for now is pretty cannon…For now…Dun dun dun!!!!!
Previously in Sister's Divided: Nine years later, three thousand miles away, Buffy Summers and her best friend Willow Rosenberg awoke with a start from the same dream in Sunnydale, California. At the same time in Godric's Hollow Lily Potter woke up from her worst nightmare as her unborn child kicked her in the stomach.
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Buffy lay in bed contemplating what had happened to her in the past week; she'd told her mother Joyce she was the Slayer, she and Spike had worked together to take down Angelus and she had killed the man she loved, Angel, and sent him to Hell. Plus she had been thrown out of her home in Sunnydale by her mother when she revealed to Joyce what she really did at night. She had gone back to gather enough money and clothes to last her six months, three if she wanted to leave the continental US. Which seemed like a pretty good idea considering her recent nightmare seemed more real to her than any of her Slayer dreams or normal nightmares. For some reason Buffy could identify the fear that Lizzy had felt as her own, and kept calling the other girls, Shelly and Lily, Willow and her sister in her mind.
Getting out of bed and donning her diner uniform she began to hum 'Meet Virginia' only because she was convinced that Train had filmed the video at the establishment where she was now employed. As she went through the motions of filling orders and dealing with excessively flirty and rude men Buffy found an abandoned LA Times on one of her tables. She scooped it up and found the travel section. Throwing out the Sports Section, the Want Ads, the four sections on cars and keeping the Travel section and the pullout with the comics (Family Circus and For Better or For Worse were her favorites) Buffy took her first break of the day at one-thirty in the afternoon. Sliding out into the back alley through the kitchen Buffy made herself comfortable on an empty crate and opened her booty. Staring her strait in the face was an ad for a one way plane ticket from LAX to London's Heathrow Airport for under two hundred dollars. Perfect thought Buffy, This is my ticket outta here. Buffy flipped through the rest of the section she dumped the section sans ad, rolled up the comics, she wanted to try and crack the What's It on her own, and headed back to work. At the end of her shift Buffy went straight home taking the bus and counted her money.
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Earlier in the day when Willow was awakened by her increasingly recurring nightmare, she was greatly confused as to why she was dreaming of herself and Buffy at eight with different names. Then it hit her, she was, IS, she mentally corrected herself, Michelle. Leaving Willow with the assumption that Buffy was Lizzy. Flying out of bed Willow flung her closet door opened, got dressed, and ran to Mr. Giles's apartment to ask him if she and Buffy had been kidnapped by the Watcher's Council nine years ago.
As Willow's scruffy white Keds pounded the pavement to Giles' apartment building a million different thoughts went whizzing through Willow's head. Thoughts like "Why would anybody want to kidnap me? I'm just Willow Rosenberg the Scooby Gang's resident bookworm/Wicca in training. Oh! Maybe Giles will let me try a locater spell to find Buffy! It should be easy; all I need is a map, a scrying crystal, and maybe some sage too. That means Magic Shop time! MAGIC!!! The house from my dream felt like it was full of magic! Plus that Mrs. Potter lady had a magic wand in her hand. That means I might be a REAL witch not a Wiccan witch! Yay magic! HEY!!!!! Why are all those cars honking at me? Oh… Willow realized she was running in the middle of the street in the oddest ensemble she could have pulled out of her closet in her haze earlier that morning. She was wearing a pink fuzzy sweater, short denim shorts that would put Daisy Duke's shorts to shame, lime green tights with orange leg warmers and her trusty white Keds. With a maroon winter parka she never knew she even had. This look was completed with a white hat covering her just past shoulder length red hair. Thankfully she was two buildings away from Giles' and hopped onto the sidewalk as she peeled off the unnecessary winter jacket.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!!! Rupert Giles fell out of his bed with a loud THUMP! "BLOODY HELL!!" The pounding on his front door continued on. As he fumbled around the bedside table to find his glasses there was a pause in the thudding. After a moment the knocking resumed accompanied with someone, who sounded remarkably like Willow, shouting his name. "I'm coming! I'm coming, have some patie…" He opened the door and his nose was quickly introduced to Willow's right fist.
"OH NO!!! Giles I'm so sorry! Let me get you some ice!" A blur of bright colors pushed itself past Rupert Giles and just missed stepping on his glasses which had come flying off his face when Willow punched him. "Here you go Giles." Giles accepted the offered ice in the dishtowel and applied it to his swelling nose.
"Willow can you tell me what was so urgent that you had to come pound on my door at six-thirty in the morning on a Saturday in the middle of July?" Giles said after a few moments of silence.
"It's only six-thirty?" Willow cried out surprised. "I'm soooooo sorry Giles! It's just that I had this dream about me and Buffy and we were kidnapped and her sister was knocked out cold and these Council guys were trying to hurt my older brother and I think Lily's gonna have a baby and she wants to find Buffy and Giles I don't even have a brother!" Willow babbled. "And Buffy doesn't have two older sisters and I think I have a twin but that's impossible because I'm an only child, and I'm a witch and so is Buffy and her sister Lily and her brother in law James so that means Buffy's nephew is gonna be a wizard and…and… Were Buffy and I kidnapped when we were eight by the Watcher's Council?"
Giles sat on the couch in shock. To Xander Harris, Willow's best friend since pre-K none of this would have made sense, but to the former Watcher Willow had just spewed off on of Quentin Travers' best kept secrets. That the current slayer was actually a Muggle-born witch that had been kidnapped from a friend's house when she was eight. In the confusion the retrieval team, headed by Gwendolyn Post of all people, had taken the two eight year old girls only because the report hadn't specified which girl they were to take back to London with them. "Oh dear." Giles took off his glasses and began to furiously wipe off a speck of imaginary dirt from the lenses. "Willow, how...how did you find out about this?"
The red head bit her bottom lip before answering. "I um…had this dream all week about the day these people and Gwendolyn Post came and took us away. And I can remember being petrified that they were going to kill Sirius and I remember Liz…I mean Buffy was trying to keep her hand in Siri's 'cause he promised to keep us safe. Giles why does this dream seem more real to me then what happened to me when I was eight?"
"Well, Willow," Giles started, "Because it's the truth. You and Buffy were kidnapped because the Council was informed that there was a potential Slayer living in a magical community, and since the retrieval team was unsure of which girl She was they took you both. I wasn't informed of this until shortly before I was relieved of my duties as a Watcher. If I had known I would have done everything in my power to have your memories restored and you returned to your families if you so wished."
Willow nodded. "So does that mean I have two brothers for real?"
Giles smiled as he nodded. "Sirius Orion and Regulus A. Black is what I'm told their names are. Sirius would be nineteen and Regulus is as you have already stated is your twin brother. Sirius has already graduated, and depending on your birth date Regulus may have already graduated or he graduates in June."
"What about Buffy's family Giles? How many sisters or brothers does she have? Is she the youngest or middle child? Can we meet her family? Do they even remember her? What if she's having these dreams and is planning on leaving the country?! We should call Customs or somebody to detain her if she's gonna leave the country soon Giles! We should call them now!" Willow babbled, becoming increasingly more worried with each word she spewed.
"Willow calm yourself. Buffy has two older sisters, Petunia and Lily. Both of whom are happily married. From my last report on the situation from the Council Lily and Petunia are both expected to give birth within the next few weeks. Since the report was sent three weeks ago, I'm assuming Petunia has had her son by now. Lily still has a few weeks to go on her pregnancy." Giles removed his glasses and polished the lenses again. "As for remembering you and Buffy only the children present the day you were taken will remember you. If and when you are to return to your families the rest of them will remember you. Although your twin is the exception. He knows your gone but alive, and the only people that will believe him are Sirius and his friends. Your mother Walburga, a lovely woman I'm told, doesn't believe him, and he is her favorite child."
"Wow. So go call Immigration or Customs! We need to stop Buffy from getting out of the country Giles! We didn't even look to see if she took her passport with her when she left!" Willow was up and out the door heading for Buffy's house leaving a very disoriented Watcher in her wake.
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Lily sprung up in bed. Clutching her swollen abdomen she swung her legs out of her double bed and walked into the bathroom. Clutching the white porcelain sink, Lily tried to rid herself of the images of her worst memory. The day her baby sister was taken from her; the day she realized that even wizards and witches were vulnerable to guns and scientists. Lily had made it her goal to find out what organization was responsible for the kidnappings and the brutal beating that Mrs. Potter had sustained, but all she had to go on was the fact the woman had made reference to 'The Council'. So far she had come up with nothing; James and Sirius used what authority as Junior Aurors they had to look for this mysterious 'Council' and Lily, an Unspeakable, had used her recourses until her pregnancy forced her to go on maternity leave, had found instances where similar kidnappings had occurred, but none of the girls were ever found. Brushing her long red hair out of her face, Lily looked into the mirror over the sink and stared at the face that was reflected there.
Looking back at Lily was a pure white face with a light dusting of freckles over its nose and cheeks; emerald green eyes that could read your soul stared out as if crying out to somebody to ease the pain they were feeling. The pain Lily was feeling wasn't from her recurring dream of her sister being missing, but was due to her unborn son kicking her bladder repeatedly.
"Shhh Little One. Mama's trying to sleep but she can't do that if you keep kicking me." Lily rubbed her stomach trying to calm the baby. It didn't work. "Why are you doing this to me baby? Let me get some sleep, or at least let me rest in peace!" Lily groaned as another sharp kick was directed to her bladder.
"Lils you okay in there?"
Lily turned around to see her husband James standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He was wearing pajama bottoms and an old Weird Sisters tee. Rubbing the sleep out of his hazel eyes and putting on his glasses James wrapped his arms around his wife without a response.
"Baby kicking ya again?" he inquired.
Lily nodded and nuzzled James' neck. "Mmmm. This little guy sure is kicking up a storm. I think he wants out soon. Keeps using my bladder as a ruddy football."
James chuckled. "He's probably picking up on the fact something's got you strung out tonight. You've been a little distant all day."
Lily bit her lip as she slid out of her husband's embrace. "It's been nine years James. I'm just scared that we're never going to see Liz or Michelle again. One of the girls from the office owled me yesterday and said they found a lead that may lead us to Michelle, but they said it's a trail that leads straight to the Hellmouth in California."
James stared at Lily. "The bloody Hellmouth. Little Shelly grew up on THE BLEEDIN HELLMOUTH!!!!" He ran his hands through his bedraggled hair making it stand up even more than usual. "Tomorrow morning Padfoot and I will go to Moody and ask to be sent to the Hellmouth. If we can find out anything about anybody matching either Lizzy's or Michelle's descriptions I promise you we will bring them back to England. Even if that means we need to use force to do it Lily. I swear on my Mother's grave that we WILL bring your sister and Sirius' sister home. I swear it!" James grabbed Lily and held her for almost ten minutes. The entire time the baby never kicked.