Harry Potter and the Other Slayer by TruSlayer
Chapter 2: The Other Slayer
Previously:
"Bone of the father...unwillingly given,"
"Flesh of the servant...willingly sacrificed,"
"And Blood of the Enemy...Forcibly taken,"..."The Dark Lord shall rise...again."
"Harry," Voldemort said, noticing the boy, "Oh, I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father."
"You will not touch the boy again," said a boy that everyone had just noticed.
All of a sudden, the boy jumped and flipped over the oncoming curses and landed behind Voldemort. And with a swift kick to the base of his skull, the Dark Lord was knocked unconcious, and his wand fell out of his hand. The boy picked up the dropped wand and said, "I've been looking for this," and slid it into his left boot for safe-keeping.
"I just might be able to help him," said the boy, who went to Cedric's fallen body, and started to release a golden energy from his hand.
"Harry," responded Cedric, noticing the young seeker, "How am I still alive?"
"Not still, again," corrected the boy, "Courtesy of me."
"Albus Dumbledore!" called out an unknown boy dressed all in black.
"When I was about your age, I had just became a Watcher. I don't know why the Council trusted me of all people with this duty, but they did. Buffy, you need to understand this...you're not the first slayer I've looked after."
Buffy's look of concern changed into that of surprise.
HOGWARTS - DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE
Albus walked into his office and around his desk, before taking a moment to admire and pet Fawkes, his pet phoenix, then proceeding to sit at his desk, facing the young man before him, not having the stones to start the conversation.
"Just talk, I was never good with waiting," eventually, the boy cracked under the long silence, "Okay! I get it! You're not pleased to see me."
"On the contrary, my dear boy," replied Dumbledore, with a questioning look on his face, "I am only curious of how you came to be here."
"Well you know slayers," answered the boy, "We are not known to stay dead long."
"Truth be told," Dumbledore said, "You never said anything about being a slayer whilst you were among the student body."
"You, and the entire world for that matter," responded the young slayer, "did not need to know. That was my destiny to bear. Besides, the Council said that I was to be strictly secret identity-guy. Though my Watcher never cared for the Council."
"Ah, I remember young Rupert," added the aging professor, "I have been in contact with him ever since he left. It was a shame to see him go. Correct me if I'm wrong, but was that near the time that you devoted yourself to the dark arts, Tom?"
Tom Marvolo Riddle turned to his old headmaster with a look of surprise, then spoke, "It has seemed that you have lost your touch, Albus. You used to know about everything going on in this school. Didn't the thought ever appeal to you, Headmaster? That Lord Voldemort and myself, were two seperate people?"
"I am sorry to say that I had never thought of that," said Dumbledore, "I feel ever more relieved that I now know I do not have a dark wizard on my hands at the moment. But this all does not explain how you are back."
"Then let me explain it to you," Tom offered, "Back in my fourth year, I was the most feared slayer ever to be called. And when the students were all at home for the summer, I faced off against an all-powerful evil. As usual, I won, but then again, not so much."
"I do not understand," Albus cut in.
"Something was left behind," Tom answered, "Whatever that thing was, a part of it was left behind. It started to corrupt my mind, my soul. I had told Rupert very clearly, to leave, and to never come back. I did not want him involved when he didn't need to be. Thankfully, he took my words to heart. Before the fifth year started, my soul had already died, and the evil was all that was left. Voldemort."
"And how exactly did you find yourself among the living, once more?" asked the Headmaster.
"Tonight, Peter Pettigrew preformed a ritual to restore Voldemort," Tom said to his old professor, "but the goal of the spell was to bring Voldemort back without the attatchment of a human soul, without me. Back when I died, my soul never moved on, it was stuck in the Ether. My theory is, when Voldemort took control, somehow his essence became linked to my soul. When I died, he was still alive, therefore I couldn't move on if he still existed. And when Harry took him out thirteen years ago, I was still stuck in the Ether, therefore he could not move on either. When Wormtail cast the restoration spell, I think he got what he wanted. Voldemort got a body of his own, which reflected his true demonic nature. My soul was still connected to him, so when he was brought back, I was ressurected too, with my own body."
"This does make sense," said Albus at the end of his explaination, "Now that you are back, what do you plan to do?"
"I plan to protect Harry, with every fibre of my being," replied the once-dead slayer, "Would it be possible for me to be enrolled into the school as a fifth year?"
"Of course," answered Dumbledore, "I wouldn't deny a young wizard his magical education. I assume you would like to tell Harry of who you are."
"Yes, the sooner I tell him, the sooner he will get used to the idea," Tom replied, "But that should be set aside for later. Now, I need to know about how Rupert is doing. Do you know where he is?"
"Your former watcher resides in Sunnydale, California..." Dumbledore started.
"The HELLMOUTH!" Tom snapped out of worry for his watcher. At Dumbledore's nod he continued, "Why would he go there?" he asked, before he came up with the idea himself, "Unless..."
"...unless he was accompanied by a slayer," Dumbledore finished, "Yes, Rupert is watching over the current slayer even as we speak. Should I send word of your arrival?"
"No," Tom insisted, "I should do this myself. May I use one of the school owls?"
"You may," replied Albus.
"Then I better get writing," said Tom as he started walking to the owlery.
SUNNYDALE HIGH - LIBRARY
"You've looked over another slayer?" asked Buffy, amazed at what her Watcher just said, "But I thought there was so many Watchers, but only one slayer, so it was a real jackpot to be assigned to one."
"Indeed," replied Giles, "But this was a special case. For one, this slayer was the first ever male Vampire Slayer."
"But I thought only girls were called as slayers," Willow cut in.
"That is the case for a majority of the time," Giles replied, "But one time only, a male slayer slipped through the cracks. But what made this slayer more unique, was the fact that he was a powerful wizard, he could harness magicks that people couldn't dream of."
"If this slayer was so special, so powerful," Xander asked, "Then why were you chosen to be his Watcher?"
"I was the only Watcher who had access to him," Giles answered.
"Meaning..." said Buffy, pushing Giles on.
"In my youth I found out that I too was a wizard," Giles told the group, pulling a thin stick of wood, a wand, from his tweed coat, "when I turned eleven, I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the most prestigious wizarding schools in the world. As you know, at that time, I had met Ethan Rayne, he too attended the school. We started to fall into the darker magicks, trying to get a mystical high that came with those types of spells, when we came across Ehygon. We each bore the Mark of Ehygon, and the dark power involved, until one of our group died. Then we were found out, and tried for the use of dark magic, and each of us were banished from the wizarding world. When my father found out about my banishment, he used it as an excuse to train me to be a Watcher."
"But that still doesn't answer the question," Xander stated, "Why did the Council choose you to be this specific slayer's Watcher?"
"He attended the same wizarding school as me, Hogwarts," Giles replied, "There are several wards and enchantments placed on the school grounds, which keep muggles from wandering onto the grounds."
"Muggles?" Cordelia asked, confused, "What are they?"
"Non-magic users, mortals," Giles responded to his slayer's question, "As I was the only wizard on the Council, I was the only one to be able to enter the grounds and tell him of his calling. The Ministry of Magic, the government of the wizarding world, then permitted me to go back onto Hogwarts grounds legally until Tom was of age."
"Tom, that was his name?" Buffy asked.
"Yes, it was," replied Giles, who sighed in rememberance.
"Do you mind if we asked what was in the letter?" Willow asked, remembering the paper in Giles' hand.
"Oh, of course not," Giles said as he handed the teenagers the letter.
Dearest Rupert,
I hope this letter finds you in the lap of luxury surrounded by many single women, though I doubt it. You may be a little shocked by this, but I am in fact alive, again. If you're even thinking it now, that this is a fake, then get the idea out of that pansy-assed head of yours.
I am writing because dark forces are rising here in England. Coincedentially, one of those forces ressurected me, unintentially of course. Right now, I am in desperate need of my Watcher's help. Nobody could have gotten me so far as you had, Ripper. I know you have a hellmouth to guard, and I wouldn't want to pull you away from that, so I am coming to Sunnydale. I look forward to seeing you and your new slayer soon.
On that subject, What is her name (it is a "her," right?)? What is she like? What does she look like? I expect a reply from you soon.
Always,
Tom
"So, What are you going to tell him about me?" asked Buffy, with enthusiasm.
"Knowing Tom, I shouldn't need to, he will be here soon," answered Giles, as he prepared to leave, "Besides, I have a meeting with the Natural History Museum of Sunnydale. Supposedly, they recently dug up an old stone box with an ancient form of writing etched onto the surface. They are hoping that I could decipher it."
"Have fun," Buffy said as he walked out of the library.
SUNNYDALE HIGH - COMPUTER LAB
Jenny Calender aka Janna of the Kalderash gypsy clan haphazardly typed at her desktop, with a determined look on her face.
Waiting for a few moments, Jenny's face turned into a victorious grin as she saw something on the screen and said, "This is it..."
