Author's Note 1: I would like to thank my beta, Chris (Chrios) for editing and fixing my chapter. She's the best. Without her this would have errors and Draco would have a shirt.

Author's Note 2: Just a warning, I wrote this with very little sleep.

Author's Note 3: I would like to thank Angail, Light-the-eternal-slumber, Gaddessa39 (cookie), Maleficus Lupinus, Oberon, be-me12987 (cookie), and Lady Arianna Riddle (cookie and sorry, I have a beta now. But when I start a new story by myself I'll contact you.) for reviewing. Thanks guys! You're the best. Please review again!

Author's Note 4: I need to know who you want Buffy paired with; Angel (acting like Angelus), Angelus, or Draco. If I don't get an answer I'll put her with someone gross and horrible, so vote. This is not an idle threat.

Previously on Hidden Agendas:

"Hey, I heard screaming from down here," Dawn said coming from upstairs. "What's going o- Oh my gosh! Buffy, you look younger than me!"

"Thanks for pointing that out," Buffy grumbled.

"Does this mean I can boss you around? This is so cool!"

"No, and it is not!"

"I so totally can Go to your room."

"What?! You can't boss me around! I'm bigger than you."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"Well I'm older."

"Again I say have you looked in the mi-"

"That's enough!" Giles yelled at the two of them while cleaning his glasses, again. "Both of you to your rooms until you can act more grown up."

Harry shot up in bed, rubbing his scar and breathing heavily from his dream. What the bloody hell happened? he thought. Harry quickly got up and began to write a letter to Sirius and Dumbledore. He knew that if he didn't tell the headmaster and his godfather about his dream, Sirius wouldn't let him hear the end of it or see the light of day for a LONG time.

Chapter 3: Wizard Idol

2004: Sunnydale, CA

(Buffys POV)

What gives him the right to send me to my room?! ME! The Slayer! I mean come on, I can understand sending Dawn to her room on punishment for acting like a little kid, cause she is one. But me? Hello! I'm an adult here and perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Just because I look like a kid right now doesn't mean I am one, so why is he treating me like this? I didn't do anything. SHE started it. It's all her fault we started arguing. It's all her fault I'm stuck up here in my room, grounded. Dawn should be the only one being punished. It's all her fault... I said that already didn't I? Great, now I'm talking to myself. Pretty soon I'll be talking and singing to the stars, too. I'll be as loony as Drusilla.

I just compared myself to DRUSILLA! Am I nuts?! OMG! That better not be why Spike is in love with me. I mean EWWW! Then I'd have to go around wearing dresses that are like over a hundred years out of date. Probably even more. I mean hello! My wardrobe is bad enough as it is without going all Jane Eyre on me. And she has like only three dresses. THREE! That's it! Can you imagine how much laundry I'd have to do if I only had THREE dresses? I hate doing laundry as it is. Besides, there is no way in hell I'm gonna wear an old dress and repeat the Halloween episode again. Once was enough. There is no way I'm gonna be a whatever-century noble woman AGAIN! Angelus will go to heaven before that ever happens. Besides, I SO do not need to see Cordy in another spandex cat outfit again. That was just Cordelia in a spandex cat suit! Bad for my eyes Now, James Marsters in spandex or nothing at all, YUM! You know, he kinda looks like Spike I wonder it they're related in some way. Hmm? By the way, shouldn't Spike be back by now? I wonder what's taking him so long?

2004: House of Black, Kitchen; England

All was quiet on the western front. Or at least it was in the House of Black for the time being. Surprisingly everyone was sound asleep, sleeping peacefully. Well, almost everyone. Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black were currently the only two people awake (A/N: See, I can count! One, two, three, um we'll just stop there for now. I don't want anyone feeling jealous of my counting skills) and somehow found their own respectable ways into the kitchen, at the same time. Sirius and Professor Dumbledore were both sitting at the table, sipping their tea (made by magical means of course), and basking in the silence that the house rarely got when all of a sudden Death Eaters stormed the household and catch the two tea-drinking wizards off guard. They managed to curse Sirius and kill Dumbledore before either knew what was going on. The end.

(A/N: Angry Plot Bunny hits author over the head with a shovel. 'That's not what's supposed to happen! And it's not even close to the end yet!'Author gets hit over the head with a shovel by said Plot Bunny again. "Fix that right now or else I'll marry you off to Fishboy!" Author shudders at the thought of being married to Fishboy (aka Riley Finn). "Okay, okay, I'll fix it. Just don't marry me off to Fishboy and keep away from me with that shovel. It hurts!" Author starts typing again and finishes the correct chapter this time.)

Sirius and Professor Dumbledore were both sitting at the table, sipping their tea (made by magical means of course), and basking in the silence that the house rarely got when all of a sudden an owl flew in the window. More importantly, Hedwig flew in the window, carrying the letter from Harry. Both Sirius and Dumbledore made a reach for it but Dumbledore got to it first.

Bloody hell! Sirius thought to himself before Dumbledore began to read the letter aloud. How the hell did the old guy get so fast?

Dear Snuffles and Professor Dumbledore,

Sorry about the lateness of this letter but I just had a dream about Voldemort and it made my scar hurt. In the dream there was Wormtail and then Voldemort came in carrying something. I couldnt tell what it was at first but then Voldemort unwrapped the cloth from around it and it was a baby. The baby looked just like me with brown hair and green eyes. Then some sort of spell was cast (I don't know what) and there was this really bright light and then the baby was gone!

I really have to go now. I heard something out in the hall and I think it might be Uncle Vernon. I don't want him to catch me up and out of bed at this time of night. I hope you get this soon.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

PS

Can you keep Hedwig for a while? She needs to be able to fly around and Uncle Vernon makes me keep her in her cage at all times. Thanks.

2004: The Burrow, England

It was either really late at night or really early in the morning, but either way Ron couldn't sleep. He was thinking about his new (to him) feelings for Hermione, how he missed his best friend Harry, and about the box his dad brought home from work. They were all muggle things but Hermione grew up with muggle things so he was curious as to what it all was. Ron couldn't sleep at all so he crept down the winding and creaking stairs to where his dad had put the box. When Ron finally located the box after forty long minutes (Ron is as blind as a bat when it comes to looking for things that are right under his nose, which is probably why he is just NOW noticing his feelings for Hermione)he started going through it, trying to see if anything looked familiar when he pulled out a CD player and a CD. Ron had seen Hermione and Harry both use them before on the way to and from Hogwarts. Now if he could only figure out how the blasted machine worked he'd be set. After another grueling forty minutes Ron had successfully figured out how to work the 'say-day player' and music started coming from it:

"I have been blind, unwilling

To see the true love you're giving

I have ignored every blessing

I'm on my knees confessing'

Wow! This is pretty good, Ron thought as he started bobbing his head to the music.

'Now I feel myself surrender

Each time I see your face

I'm captured by your beauty

Your unassuming grace..."

About two hours later Fred and George made their way down to the kitchen to see what all the noise was about. They could have sworn they heard someone skinning or torturing either a cat or Percy (they were hoping for the latter), but what they found was much much worse: a tone-deaf Ron singing and dancing around the kitchen with black circles over his ears and a circle thingy in his hands.

"Tell me his name

I want to know

The way he looks

And where you go

I need to see his face

I need to understand

Why you and I came to an end"

The twins looked at each other and grinned like a pair of Cheshire Cats giving directions to a lost girl in search of a white rabbit. They could, and would, DEFINITELY use this as blackmail. But the question was, when would they use it and what for?

2004: Somewhere in England

(A/N: This is a REALLY short section)

Voldermort made his way into the room where all his faithful Death Eaters were gathered. The time had come and all of his waiting was done. Tonight was the night he was rejoined with his daughter and took over the world. Mwahahaha!

"Where is my daughter?" Voldermort asked the group, searching for his little princess that was missing. After all, it wasn't his idea to send her away. "Well? Where's my little girl?"

Silence paraded around the room until one Death Eater spoke up answering the Dark Lord's question. "We don't know," he said quietly. "We can't seem to find her. None of the locator spells are working."

"What do you mean YOU DON'T KNOW?" Voldermort yelled, outraged, making the Death Eaters wish they were in Azkaban.

(A/N: Told ya it was short.)

2004: Malfoy Manor, England

Draco Malfoy couldn't sleep either. (A/N: I've got a pattern going on here don't I? I'm not doing it on purpose, I promise.) Since Draco couldn't sleep and his father wasn't home at the moment and wouldn't be home for quite some time, Draco decided to use this time wisely by singing! (A/N: This part is on purpose.) Draco was dancing around the manor dressed in only a pair of boxers, singing into his wand:

"Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasies
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
and he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life"

T.B.C.