Never Normal

Rating: PG 13 – FR 13

Pairings: Buffy/Harry, Ron/Hermione

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

Timeline: Post-Chosen for Buffy. Post-OotP (fifth book) for Harry Potter… therefore no DH spoilers. This would be because it was after this book that I wrote this. Buffy was 22 at the end of the series, so we'll say that she meet Harry shortly after and married him. Their daughter is about 3. And Harry was born in 1980 and Buffy was born in 1981, so we could just say that no time has changed and they are 26-27 now! This means Harry has been gone for nearly a decade. (He ran off after Sirius died, I believe).

Summary: Buffy and Harry Potter have long pretended to be normal, their past secrets hid from the other. But reality came into play as their daughter is kidnapped, husband and wife must try individually to find a way to bring her back, while pretending to be normal for the other.

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Chapter 12:

Huh

"Um Har?" Ron alerted the dazed man.

"What Ron?"

"Um… isn't that your wife?"

"What?!" Harry's head snapped to where Ron was looking. There, there were five figures, all of which he recognized. One was the woman who came in with Voldemort. Two were the faces of his wife's friends. One was her father figure. And the last one took his breath away. It was her. His heart burst seeing his wife, here, right in front of Voldemort.

"Buffy?"

Buffy turned her head at the sound of her name after punching Faith in the face. Her green eyes flew straight to that of her husband's, his two detectives near side. Her mind went blank and she did not know what to do.

He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be home searching for their daughter in a safe, non-magical way. But he wasn't. He was here, chained to the wall.

She didn't know how she would talk herself out of this one.

"Oh? Is this the misses then?" Voldemort taunted with a grin on his face. Then his smirk erased from his face. "You came with nothing?"

Buffy turned to face him, anger plastered on her face. Her glaring eyes stared him directly in the eyes as she drew a sword. The three behind her followed sit. Giles tossed his to Faith and then drew his own wand.

Voldemort's eyes looked from person to person. His evil laugh echoed through the hall. It shivered all occupants to the bone, both good and bad.

Harry looked on in horror. His wife, his wonderful, muggle wife, was here, with a sword. His small, sweet, funny wife didn't flinch under a devil's glare. His klutzy wife, who he met when she pushed her shopping cart into his, didn't quiver as his laugh faltered all others. His beautiful wife, mother to his adorable daughter, stood completely still, ready for anything.

"Willow," Buffy stated simply. Willow understood her order completely and nodded her red haired head and concentrated.

Voldemort stood with an amused look upon his face. "So you believe you can beat us? With petty muggle toys?"

Buffy turned to Willow, who nodded in response. She then snapped her head back to smile at Voldemort. "Actually, I do."

With that, hundreds of wands flew to Willow's feet, forced from every hand, every pocket, except for one. Voldemort kept his wand firm in his hand, not flinching, but anger clearly on his face. With another nod from Buffy, Willow and all the wands disappeared from sight.

Silence overtook the hall. Voldemort was in rage, while most others were too shocked to respond. The four remaining in the middle stood indifferent. Buffy took a step forward, managing to shorten the distance between her and the head table even more. "Now, where would my daughter be?"

Voldemort laughed. This time Buffy felt the violent vibrations through her entire body. It was a bone wrenching laugh that sent waves of chills down her spine. Yet she would not let it show. "She's at a place that you won't be able to get her. And if I die… she dies."

Harry froze. His daughter, his only baby could die at any moment. And what hurt him worse was that his wife may too. But apparently his wife didn't see that, for she sent her sward flying behind her to hit a death eater who was coming behind Xander.

"See, I never believe that to be true. All these big Mr. Baddies like to threaten." In a mocking tone she went on, "I'm going to kill you all and rule the world." Her voice turned cold, "Not many actually do what they say. And from my point of view… you're the only one armed for your side. And on mine, well… we have more."

Xander tossed the sword at her. Buffy caught it without turning to see it coming. Armed, Buffy flipped onto the table standing directly in front of the dark lord.

Setting the battle. The death eaters came at the three and soon chaos engulfed Hogwarts.

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Harry stared in shock as Buffy fought Voldemort, hand and hand. And as he watched, he saw his wife's skill. She had taken out death eaters thoughtlessly as she continued battling the dark lord. It seemed impossible that anyone could ever possess such strength and skill.

As he cast his eyes away he noticed the brown-haired woman fighting hand and hand as well. Her skill was similar to that of his wife's. Buffy's one-eyed friend seemed just as in control with his sword as the others. And Giles, the man who had treated him like a son and Buffy his daughter, the man who gave Buffy to him on their wedding day; he fought with a wand in his hand.

He never figured him to be a wizard, but then again, he never would have thought Buffy possible of doing half of what she was doing. Buffy had always seemed so weak, her petite form, her teaching position at a local private school, always having him open jars and carry heavier bags, always clinging to him during scary movies, it all seemed so real. She was so normal.

Yet here she was, fighting whilst he was chained to the wall. And Harry wondering if she knew all along. He wondered if she was against him since the day they met, planted to make him weaker.

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Buffy fought Voldemort with a strength she had missed. Over the many years, she had fought so many different bad guys. And over all those years, it became easy, too easy. But here, she fought a creature who challenged her, not seemingly too difficult, but also allowing her skills to come back to her. As the two battled, Buffy only grew tougher… and more pissed off.

Voldemort realized this as well. He was fighting a creature that seemed more powerful than he. A smile formed on his lips. And he took pleasure in the thought of killing her. Or, he thought better, having her turn to his side.

Voldemort suddenly heard silence. Both Buffy and he turned to look at where the hundreds of eyes were looking. And what he saw, he didn't like. He didn't like it at all.

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Walking down the great hall were four figures, two large and two small. Harry first saw the grandfatherly figure first. Dressed in his violet robe, Dumbledore watched in disappointment of the scene in front of him. The person next to him made Harry clench his teeth, for the bleach-blond man was holding the hands of two small girls. One of the girls had reddish-white hair and the other, Harry's heart speed, was his own little blond-haired baby.

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Notes: Review please!

I'm hoping to get this fic done remotely soon… by Christmas – so I can post another fic I've been working on. I have a hard time with multiple ones running at the same time, so yup! I'm still in need of help on this next story. I have 70 some pages written, but I still need to figure out a long run idea – the major plot. Oi. Any ideas? Suggestions? Anything?

Also, I'm working on a fan-video for my first time, I'm curious if anyone knows where to get Buffy / Angel / Tru Calling video clips. I'm working on a Faith and Dean one, I have no problem with finding Supernatural ones, but I can't find any of Faith!