As Legend Tells It

Rating: PG 13 - T

Pairings: mentions of and eventually Faith/Charlie

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Buffy characters, canon storylines, etc - they belong to their respectable creators.

Summary: With plaguing thoughts of 'What Ifs,' Sirius Black needs to find out the truth of what happened to his beloved wife and daughters. And maybe, just maybe, he'll find them again- or at least one of them.

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CHAPTER TEN

And the Soullessness to Do It

A few days passed after Faith and Giles had last talked. In that time, Faith sunk in the new information Giles had told her. Faith was terrified by the thought that Lord Voldemort wanted her. She wasn't an idiot- she knew fully well the evils that man was capable of.

Giles had given her two options. The first of which was to go on as if she had not received this news. Giles needed help at headquarters and would be head over heels in love with her if she signed her life away to help him. She'd help out, train some newbies- slayers and watchers- and play the heroine to the good folks of London. However, as Giles said it and Faith knew, Faith would be found. Even knowing this, Faith couldn't quite let herself agree to the second either.

Gateway number two was far worst than the worst of plan A. This one included hitting up some of Giles's old buds, who just happened to be wizards. That seemed like an instant call for people to find her- Voldemort and her family and friends- if she could still call them that.

Now, Faith opted for the third out- leave England and play pretend back in Cleveland. She had done it before and gotten by flawlessly. She believed full well she could do it again. She knew Death Eaters had yet to set food in the good ol' states; she figured her best chances were there.

So that was exactly what Faith was doing now.

On the plus side of things, Faith's midgets had been taken by a couple of watchers. Faith was now stalker free. She had to smile at that.

Faith stepped off the tube into Heathrow Terminal Four. The crowd of people pushed by each other, all in a hurry to reach their departure gates. Knowing she would get there in time, she casually followed the flock.

Faith slipped her pass into the collector and walked through the gate. Inside the crowd of people, Faith found herself at the checking and security. Faith grinned as she pulled out her special pass. Guess who gets to carry on nice and pokeys? Faith does!

She queued up to wait to get through the security checks. Her passport, plane ticket, and security pass in her hands, Faith slowly inched forward as each person got through the metal detector. Faith shook her head at all the security measures.

Finally her turn, Faith flashed the pass, a wide grin on her face. A silent nod from the man and they led her to the handicap check in station. This allowed them some privacy to check through her bags making sure that everything, included in the pass, was there and carried in an appropriate manner. They patted her down to make sure that she didn't have anything else on her and then signed the pass and pushed her on her way. No questions asked. Damn did she love Willow and her lovely magical mojo and super hacker skills to get said pass and make it all official!

Faith swung her bag over her should yet again and walked on. She checked her ticket and found the arrow pointing her in the right direction. She took a sharp left and started her way down the crowded hall. She had eleven minutes before her flight began boarding and she already saw her gate in front of her.

That was when she felt a tingling in the back of her neck.

Faith's eyes widened, her fear growing inside her. She froze where she was and dropped her bag. A young couple nearly collided with her but quickly managed to stop before crashing into her. They called her a few choice names and made their way around her. Faith didn't take any notice of them. She twisted her head in every direction, her body needing to spin around to check behind her.

She couldn't spot anything, until she heard a series of loud cracks, as if someone had ignited a long line of firecrackers.

It was immediate.

It was devastating.

It was war.

Bodies wearing black cloaks and soulless masks now scattered the terminal. Lights of green and white and red flew through the air. Bags dropped and bodies followed; big and small alike.

It happened so fast. Screams didn't sound until bodies already littered the floor. And then they echoed throughout London. The screams sounded from those still alive, those that just watched their husband die, those that held a child's hand in theirs one moment and the next the hand was limp. It was a painful cry, a cry that sounded throughout humanity as mothers, husbands, children, and friends lost someone they loved.

Faith's reactions could only build so quickly. She punched and dodged. She whipped out a knife and plunged it into two cloaked figures closest to her. The fact that they were human surpassed her. This was her job, to protect, and she was failing.

The Death Eaters outnumbered her. Those black masks fell upon her. The ones that weren't turned against the public circled her.

She tried. She tried to fight. But she couldn't, not with their wands and their numbers.

She failed.

And with one last stream of white light, she was blinded into darkness and then into unconsciousness.

Yet, she could still hear those screams.

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Dumbledore's old body stepped out of the fireplace into Grimmauld Palace. His blue eyes were frantic and his breath came in terrified gasps.

Being the only occupant in the study, Remus stood immediate to ask what was the matter.

Dumbledore's eyes snapped to his before Remus could open his mouth. "Heathrow Airport has been attacked. Get everyone."

Remus called throughout the house and ordered Molly to call in those not there. Within ten minutes, the Order of the Phoenix apparated to terminal four.

The screams were now silent and the fourteen members looked at the hellish site.

Dumbledore spoke quietly, disturbing the eerie silence that besotted the hallway, "Check to see if any of them are alive, get them to St. Mungo's if they are."

Once again silence fell upon the scene, only footsteps and quiet rustling could be heard.

The Death Eaters left a wake of destruction in their path and yet only a black mask smeared with blood traced the bodies back to them. Nothing told Dumbledore why they attacked. Nothing showed as to what they wanted or if they got it. They just saw the horrid results.

Kingsley Shacklebolt quietly stepped next to the white-haired wizard. "How do we explain this to the muggle world?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "It was a terrorist attack. The media will come to its own ideas."

A low growl emitted from Kingsley. "We can't do that. We need…"

"What do you supposed then, Mr. Shacklebolt? We tell the muggle world about Voldemort?" Dumbledore snapped his head around, his blue eyes dark.

Kingsley's jaw tightened, but he composed himself and straightened his body up.

Taking this as affirmation, Dumbledore nodded and bent down to retrieve the mask. "What did you want, Tom?"

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A white haired man led a parade of cloaks into a dark room.

A throne like chair sat at the center of the room, a figure sat on it. The red slit eyes, glowing on his white face, trained onto his ranks. "Have you got her?" He hissed through his pale, barely parted lips.

Lucius Malfoy nodded curtly before stepping to the side. This allowed a tall and bulky man to step forward. A tiny and pathetic body hung over his shoulder.

An evil grin spread on that snake-like face that haunted the nightmares of the wizarding world. "Excellent."

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Note: My apologies on the wait. I have had a very stressful semester. College can suck sometimes. I honestly haven't had the time to sit and write or do much of anything for free time. But the semester finished and I got home last night. So here is the first thing I have done this summer holiday!