This chapter goes through parts of Prophesy Girl. I'm doing something from the wizarding world's point of view in this one, get what's going on there as well. I am doing a very different take on the Voldemort issue.
Harry frowned when Buffy nearly plowed into him on her way out of the library. She didn't even look at him when she left but he did catch her wiping at her eyes. He hesitated for a moment before going into the library.
"Want to tell me what's going on?" He asked, unsurprised to see Angel there.
"It's…it's nothing."
"That's bull." Harry said, glaring at Angel. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything." Angel sighed and sat down. Harry crossed his arms and took them both in.
"One of you had to. I know Buffy well enough to know that she wouldn't be crying for nothing. She loves you," he pointed to Angel, "and she looks up to you. So, which is it?"
"It's neither." Giles said quietly. "It's a prophesy."
"Hey." Harry knocked on her open door. Buffy looked up.
"What are you doing here?" He shrugged, and walked over to flop down on her bed next to her. She gave him a small smile, and they were both silent for a minute.
"We could always leave." He said abruptly, lifting up and bumping her shoulder. "Check out L.A. Live our lives on the run."
"On the run?"
"Sure. Maybe we could kidnap the others or something. We'd need a big van." He continued thoughtfully. She let out a small laugh that threatened to turn into a sob. Harry stayed silent for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry. It's not fair." He said finally. Buffy shrugged.
"Life's not supposed to be fair, or so I've heard." Harry bit his lip and sat up.
"Angel should be here, not me. I'm sorry about that too." Buffy stood up.
"Well, I did kind of scream at him and told him to leave me alone."
"He should still be here." She turned back to him.
"Thank you."
"Come on, you're what? My step mom or something." He grinned when Buffy made a disgusted face.
"Why do you have to say things like that?"
"You didn't even fight her on it!" Harry stared at Angel.
"What was I supposed to do?" Harry glared at him.
"You're supposed to love her. You're supposed to be the one who-" He was cut off by a knock on the door.
"Xander." Angel said when he opened the door.
"Mind if I come in?" He didn't wait for an answer. "She's gone." Harry's head snapped up.
"What?"
"Buffy. She's gone to fight the master." Harry cursed.
"He'll kill her." Angel said.
"Rumor has it. Only we're not gonna let it happen." Harry nodded.
"Damn right we're not." He said, watching Angel. "Right?" His voice turned challenging.
"I don't like you," Xander said, walking closer to Angel, "at the end of the day, I pretty much think you're a vampire. But Buffy," his eyes turned briefly towards Harry, "and Harry seem to think you're a good guy, a real person. And right now I need you to prove them right."
"Right," Harry smiled at the way that Xander had gotten through to Angel, "we're going then."
At the end of the day, she won. Harry stood with the rest of them, looking at the skeleton that used to be the most powerful vampire in existence.
The day had been, well, stressful was putting it lightly. Buffy had died. Luckily, Xander had brought her back. He smiled a little as he walked away beside his friends and his adoptive father.
"Hey." Harry said as he walked into the house. He yawned a little. Angel gave him an amused glance.
"Hey." Harry stretched a little.
"Man, I'm thinking of being out of town myself the next time Buffy has to pack."
"She's gone then?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"It's just for the summer. Don't worry, she'll be back."
"I'm not worried." Angel said defensively.
"Yeah, sure." Harry said with a small smile. He started back to his room, rubbing his forehead where that old scar was absently.
Albus Dumbledore sat at the head of the table, which was surrounded by members of the order. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Alastar Moody, Molly and Arthur Weasely, Severus Snape. He had gathered the inner circle for this.
"So, it's true then?" Remus asked finally. Sirius sighed and leaned back in his chair. They had all known this was a possibility, after all. Still, to hear it being said as a fact…He glanced briefly at the Weasely's. He knew they were thinking about their youngest child.
"And there's still no word on Harry?" Sirius eyes snapped to the man at that. He knew why Dumbledore wanted to find Harry, but he didn't like it.
"No." Snape spoke up. "He must either be well hidden, or…" Sirius and Remus both glared at Snape, but he ignored them. Harry had been missing for almost ten years now. Sirius had been furious about this little fact when he had found out after he had escaped from Azkaban.
This was the reason that Dumbledore had summoned only these people to the meeting. He didn't want anyone else knowing how important Harry supposedly was. Even then, Dumbledore had told no one exactly why Harry was so important but it wasn't hard to figure out. For some reason, the man thought that Harry was the only one who could defeat Voldemort.
Dumbledore, for one, believed that Harry was alive somewhere out there, just very well hidden. Sirius looked down at the table thoughtfully. Harry would be turning sixteen in two months.
"We must find him." Dumbledore said after a minute. "In the meantime, it looks like the war is starting again. Voldemort has returned."
I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I know that I didn't answer a great deal of questions about the wizarding world either, but I did plan it that way. I'm starting my season two AU of Buffy and I've got everything planned out. I've got this entire story planned out actually.
