Buffy was drained when Giles pulled up to her house, driving up the Summers' driveway and putting the car into park in front of the garage. She and her grandfather had given blood samples to see if there was a fraternal match.

Once the blood samples had been taken and submitted to be taken to the labs for DNA testing, they had been told it would take eight to nine days for the results to come back. The results would to be mailed to Giles's home instead of Buffy's as requested by her and Aberforth, just to be safe in case her mother opened the results, by being a noisy and concerned parent seeing mail from the hospital addressed to her daughter. Once done at the hospital, Giles and she drove the three men to the edge of Sunnydale, where Giles felt it was far enough from the center of the Hellmouth where the portkey thing would work with no interference or glitches.

Buffy remained silent for most of the car ride to the outskirts of Sunnydale – tonight was a lot to take in, and she did not understand the majority of it.

It really did not help that when they got to an empty lot of an old run-down factory to park, and Father Christmas pulling out an old frisbee for the three men to stand around and hold onto… a clicking noise than was heard before Buffy saw all three of them swirl into a mess of colors, merging into one blab, before completely vanishing before her eyes! Only leaving behind the frisbee they were holding in between them – it now rattling around on the ground for a few seconds before coming to a halt.

"So." Buffy nodded, staring ahead at her closed garage door in front of her, "You're a wizard from a different world?"

"Ah," Giles sighed, his car's engine softly humming as it sat in idle, "Yes, I am a wizard, but not from a different world – more of just a secret society that is hidden within the folds of this world." He paused for a moment, "In a way, it is a bit like the world of the Slayer – we know that the vampire and demons are real and hiding amongst us, yet, so many are completely oblivious to their existence. Even after encountering one themselves, they tend to blame it on a drunken hallucination or bump on the head to justify what they believe to be myth and untrue bedtime stories."

Buffy frowned, "I feel like, though, wouldn't I have noticed one before in passing or something?" She still wasn't fully understanding how she had never known or encountered someone with this breed of magic before tonight, "I mean, in the graveyard, I could sense something was different about them – their mojo was kind of off from the normal human... I mean, not enough for me to get all trigger happy with my stake – but enough for me to pause and try to zone in and figure out what is different about them..."

"If that is true, with you being able to sense something different with a wizard or witch, then your senses are much more heightened than what the Council or I thought they were for a Slayer... then again, it could be the potential of you being a witch yourself. Your own magic could be aiding you by heightening your sense of those you encounter with core magic."

"Well, why don't I sense that coming from you then?" Buffy asked, "You said you are one of them too. So, why don't I feel anything different coming from you as I did with them?"

"It could be many different things Buffy," Giles answered, "One, being that I have not used that type of magic, except for in very small doses in a good number of years – I wasn't making light when I mentioned core magic being tricky here on the Hellmouth. Even for a fully trained wizard or witch using entry-level spells, it can be difficult." Giles' huffed a small laugh, "I always prided myself with the control I had over my magic as a young man, but as my studies with Council deepened, I used less and less magic as the years carried on. The last stronger type of spell I had used was when I had packed my home up in London to come here to Sunnydale over two years ago. Once here, I had tried a few spells and found them not to work as they should – so naturally, I did some research... and from what little information I could gather, the Hellmouth's energy somehow affects the magic of a core magical person – how I am not quite certain on. Still, its energy does have a negative impact on our efficiency and power." He paused again, thinking for a moment, "The second theory could be that you have just grown accustomed to whatever your senses feel around me, and for that reason alone, it doesn't call out to you or stand out as any different."

"Um?"

"We are just as human as anyone else, Buffy. Our DNA and blood have the same components as muggles, the only difference being that we have magic intertwined in our blood, but that magic is not detected in any available blood test. So, even though we are the same in our make-up biologically, we have a few... what some would call, enhanced abilities." Giles explained, cringing at the end, not knowing how else to explain.

"Right." Buffy paused, still facing forward, staring at the garage door. "And I am one of them too?"

"If you are indeed Lyra Black, yes, I suppose you are. But you would be a witch, not a wizard if you are her."

"What does this mean for my mom and me then?" Buffy finally turned to face her Watcher, "Are they going to try and take me back to England with them if this DNA test comes back as a match? Because I don't want to leave my mom, Giles! I get that they may be my biological family, but I don't know them... they're strangers to me and can't expect or force me to just up and leave the person who has taken care of me and loved me since I was a baby!"

"Let me be very clear about one thing Buffy," Giles said firmly but softly. "Albus Dumbledore would never force you to go back to England to live the life of Lyra Black if that is not what you would want for yourself – Albus is a very kind and understanding man. And I am certain, would respect your wishes if you were to want to stay and remain here, in Sunnydale, as Buffy Summers."

"Well, that's good... let's hope he hasn't changed in the years you haven't been around him...," Buffy nodded; she was sure her nerves by the time she gets into bed later tonight, will be completely fried from the overload tonight. "But what about Willow and Xander? Am I going to be able to tell them about all this – because you all had mentioned how it's illegal for non-magical people to know about magical people, but this is Willow and Xander we're talking about... and clearly I'm not great at secret identity girl when it comes to them... And what about you, Giles, if I go to be with my biological family in England with mom, would you still be my Watcher?"

Giles paused, leaning back further into the driver seat. "As for Willow and Xander, it is the law…and I can't change that Buffy… legally in my – our – world unless they are immediate family, they cannot know of the Wizarding World."

Buffy nodded, already thinking of ways to let it 'causally' slip to her friends of the major life-changing bomb that was dropped on her tonight, "And if I were to go to England, what about you?"

"Well," Giles hummed, "I suppose the new Slayer would be brought here to guard the Hellmouth, with her own Watcher. Which that would then leave me with the potential to head back to England myself and continue with my Watcher duties there."

Buffy pulled a little on her jacket sleeve, feeling a tiny bit of relief wash over her, "So, we wouldn't be separated if I was to go and 'discover my roots', then?"

"I will do everything within my power to make sure we are not separated, Buffy. I am your Watcher, and you are my Slayer. Where you go, I go – at least until I am no longer needed or required." He glanced at the time. It was nearing the curfew time Joyce had given them for Buffy to be home by tonight – with school starting up again in a few days; she didn't want Buffy out at all hours of the night, completely throwing off the delicate sleep schedule of a high school student even more. "Perhaps tomorrow you should come on by, and we can try a few things out to see if your magic is indeed blocked or if it's been pent up all these years from being the Slayer and just never released as of yet?"

Buffy nodded, "Okay then," She still had a million and one questions to ask, but the events of the night were draining her, and her warm cozy bed was calling out to her, "I guess I can swing on by around noon tomorrow so we can talk more about this wizardry stuff if that works with you?"

Giles nodded in return, "Yes, noon works well for me."

Buffy nodded again, pulling herself out of the car heading to the front door of the house, but quickly turning back to the car as she heard Giles shift it into gear, beginning to reverse back out of the driveway. "Oh, and Giles!" Giles stepped lightly on break, his window already down, preferring the fresh air blowing on him to his jockey A.C machine that most likely needed a tune-up. "I don't think I'll ever stop needing you, just as an F.Y.I." She smiled, bouncing a little as she turned back to the house – missing the delight that filled Giles' face as he once again resumed backing out of the drive to head back to his own home for the night. "You're stuck with me forever, old man!" Buffy yelled from over her shoulder, laughing as she hopped up the one step to the porch before entering the front door and closing it behind her.

Back at 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius was pacing back and forth in the kitchen. Harry and Hermione were sitting at the large table, glancing nervously at one another before going back to watching Sirius pace.

It was around six am, and Sirius had yet to simmer down enough to get any sleep – hadn't even bothered to try with how worked up he was. Harry had barely gotten any sleep either and had wandered down to the first floor knowing Sirius was down there working up a storm with his anxiety, wanting to be there in whatever way he could for his godfather.

Hermione had woken a little before Harry, needing to use the restroom, but had seen Harry creeping down the stairs and followed once she had finished. Harry appreciated having her down there. He never knew what to do or say during times like this, and Hermione always did. She had spoken softly with Sirius for the better part of an hour, bringing him down some as the clock ticked on by. The Headmaster, Aberforth, and Remus had left right after dinner had ended and had yet to return, and it was agitating Sirius having to wait so long.

Thankfully, just as Sirius was about to scream in frustration, all three of them heard the loud snaps of the portkey coming from the backyard – Sirius instantly freezing in place, feeling the fear of the 'what if's' paralyze him in place.

It took only a matter of seconds for Remus to enter the back door leading into the kitchen from the back yard, with the Headmaster and Aberforth right behind. Neither of them seemed shocked to see Sirius standing beside the large kitchen table, looking worn down yet wide awake – hair poking out in a few different directions from the constant hair pulling and tugging.

Sirius instantly narrowed in on them as the seconds ticked by with no answers, "Well?"

"Calm down, boy. She's alive and well." Aberforth huffed out, shaking his head heading straight for the cupboard, grabbing an open bottle of Firewhisky, taking a long swig before pulping down in a seat at the end of the table.

"And?"

"She looks a lot like you," Remus spoke up, "She has your face shape and similar nose and cheekbones…identical eyes, but has Kira's blond locks – just a few shades darker than she had as a baby," Remus answered, trying to talk the edge off of his best friend. "Just having one look at her – anyone would know, a blood test wouldn't be necessary – she has the looks of a Black, minus the black hair..."

"Does she know about me?"

Remus nodded, "She knows she's adopted...however, she only found out a month or so ago from her adoptive mother – Joyce, I believe was the name that was mentioned." Remus was itching to snatch that Firewhisky out of Aberforth's hand to take a large swig of his own. "She seems to be still trying to adjust to the adoption information, and for that reason didn't ask too much except for your name and if you were a 'good enough' guy."

Sirius nodded, hating that she wasn't as anxious about getting information about him as he was her – but he also was trying to be understanding, knowing this was all new to her. But Merlin was it difficult! He had gone nearly fifteen years believing she was dead – mourning and grieving her death as he rotted away in Azkaban, begging for the Dementors to finish him off... The only thing keeping him afloat, knowing that Harry was still out there and that he needed to keep it together to try and get out to protect his godson.

"She's quite the spitfire," Aberforth added with a nod as he took another swig – seeing his thought to be dead great-granddaughter was hitting him harder than he had thought it would. Aberforth only had one child in his late forties, Jasper, and one granddaughter, Kira. Unfortunately, Jasper had died when he was only thirty-nine with a misdiagnose of Etymology at St. Mungo's – Kira only having been seven years old at the time. With Jasper gone, Aberforth had tried to make more of an effort to be in Kira's life. Wanting to get to know his granddaughter and make up for the little effort he had put in with Jasper when he was a young child – sadly, she too having been taken too soon, having been murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange, only three months after giving birth to Lyra. The death of Kira hit Aberforth harder than it did with Jasper.

With Jasper, he had a few weeks to accept that his son was slowly dying from an illness that could have easily been cured with a few potions if it had been appropriately diagnosed in the earlier stages. However, the quack that had examined Jasper did not give the correct diagnosis, costing Jasper his life. With Kira, it was an urgent Patronus from Albus – and then three months following her death, Lyra was assumed dead by Voldemort himself during the Potter home invasion.

He blamed Albus, of course. He felt both Kira and Lyra's death was blood on his older brother's hands for the 'future good'…just as he blamed him for their younger sister's death, Ariana, back when they were young boys when it was the quest for power and the Deathly Hollows. For the last fifteen years, there had been little to no contact with Albus and himself unless it was essential – till a few days ago, when the news of the possibility of Lyra still being alive was brought up.

"And…?" Sirius hated having to fish for answers on his daughter.

"She was raised muggle."

"Well," Sirius shrugged, not seeing how that was all that important, or an issue for that matter, "That's fine, being raised muggle that is..., no different than Harry or Hermione here."

"No, Sirius," Remus sighed, still aching to steal that Firewhisky away from Aberforth. He knew once more information regarding Lyra – Buffy – was given to Sirius that the Firewhisky could become very handy. "As in, she is still being raised muggle…"

"Well, she's not a squib! That makes no sense. I witnessed her doing magic when still just a babe!" Sirius frowned, "Why wouldn't she be in Ilvermorny or the West Coast Academy of Magic or the Northmount School of Wizardry? Hell, even that one in Canada!"

"She hasn't shown any signs of magic that she can remember and had no clue about the Wizarding World," Remus paused, "She wasn't shocked about there being magic in the world itself – but us having our own community that was hidden from the muggle world, that seemed to have caught her off guard more then anything, as well as Albus's and Aberforth's wizarding robes – I take it, she at first was not taking us very seriously, seeing as the muggle world, especially that of Southern California, has a very different fashion sense, asking if we were part of a traveling theatre group based on our clothing…" He couldn't help but let a small snort out. Her wit and sarcasm appeared to be a lot like Sirius'.

Sirius was in shock, "I still don't understand. How could her magic just disappear or stop? I've never heard of such a thing happening!"

"We have a theory for that." Albus finally spoke. He had made himself a cup of tea as Remus tiptoed on what info to give Sirius and what to hold off on for the moment, "It appears, she was born a potential."

"A potential..." Sirius frowned, beginning his pacing again. The answers he had been getting so far, not helping with the anxiety that was quickly building yet again, "A potential of what?"

Harry and Hermione also frowned, unsure what potential could mean or where this conversation was heading. Hermione had tried to tug Harry away when the three men had arrived back at the house. But, Sirius had waved it away, welcoming them to stick around – perhaps to have Harry there... she was sure, having Harry around brought an immense sense of comfort for the thirty-six-year-old man.

"A potential to be called as the Slayer."

Crickets could be heard.

"Slayer?" Harry asked, his eyebrows pulling together, never having heard that term before.

Sirius huffed, "You're having me on now."

"We aren't." Remus answered back, "According to her, it's not the myth that books have led us to believe it to be. She was called as the Slayer a little over two years ago, when she was living in Los Angeles at the time – which was where she was found as a baby..., apparently on the steps of an orphanage. Her mother telling her that the adoption agency claimed looking fresh from either a fire or accident – which we all know would have been the result of the explosion that the rebound of the killing curse caused to James and Lily's home in Godric's Hollow." Harry's shoulders tensed a bit at this. Hearing again, for only the second time, how the killing curse that didn't kill him had made half of his parents' home explode – and maybe could have killed and possibly severely injury his godsister, Sirius's daughter... It was difficult to hear.

"I don't understand! Los Angeles?" Sirius' mouth was blabbering like a fish, "How did she end up so far as a baby?" Sirius stopped pacing at once, dropping into the chair he had previously been sitting in earlier on. "I had assumed when the locator spell said she was in California, that the family she's been with had moved there later on..., not that she had been taken across the world directly after the attack!"

"We found her and her Watcher in a local cemetery, and shortly into our conversation, we were caught off guard by five vampires appearing – old ones, is what Rupert called them – nothing like the vampires we are familiar with within our own world." Albus hummed, keeping a light tone, possibly a strategy to try and keep the room a little less tense. "These old ones – are vampires that were once muggle, but once they are turned, they apparently lose their soul and become somewhat demonic. Whereas the vampires we are familiar with here in the Wizarding World, once turned, remain close to the witch or wizard that they were before the change over to vampirism."

"Rupert?"

"Yes, Rupert Giles. I believe you used to enjoy knocking his books out of his hands during your school years," The headmaster hummed, spooning a little more sugar into his tea, casually ignoring the sputtering of the Black heir in front of him.

"What?" Sirius shouted, standing from his chair, "What does Rupert Giles have to do with my bloody daughter?"

Next chapter, will start to shape this story more and add more twist to the story, and the questions of Sunnydale's magic block.