Chapter 12

Author note: Thank you so much to the person who pointed out that I was spelling Anya wrong. It got so confusing because I kept seeing it spelled so many different ways. Muchas gracias!
* * * * * "Do you know what it means?" Sirius asked Buffy.

"No ideas at the moment. We can ask the gang in the morning, hold on." Buffy pulled out a pad of paper and a pen from her jacket and proceeded to copy down the words. She finished and put the pad and pen back in her jacket. "Let's go. I'm beat."

"No, you go ahead. I have to make a quick trip home to collect a few things. I have a feeling I might be here longer than I expected."

"A quick trip home? To England?"

"It'll only take a few minutes, I'll just apparate."

"Sorry?"

"Sort of like transporting. It's a magical way of getting around. You can come if you like."

"Okay, will I.be needing anything?"

"No, just take my hand." Sirius took off his leather glove and offered her his left hand. She took it.

"Ready?"

But before Buffy could respond the were in a dark cave like dwelling. There were only a few floating candles and scattered piles of old junky looking things in the cave. Sirius stepped forward and began collecting little bottles of various substances, medallions, and daggers and stuffing them into a burlap sack.

"You live here?"

"Temporarily, yes."

"You don't have a home?"

"I have many actually. And Dumbledore says that he'll soon be finding me a permanent place to live at Hogwarts. Alright," Sirius stood up and swung the sack over his shoulder. "That's about it. Let's get going then." He took Buffy's hand and within a few seconds they were back at the Summer's house.
* * * * * Willow awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. She felt around, her eyes still not yet opened on the cold hard ground she was lying on. She heard unfamiliar voices around her and a set of large rough hands on both of her wrists, lifting her up. They guided her over a small wall and onto a hard metal surface. The hands pushed her down until she was sitting. She lifted her head up slowly. This action seemed to take every bit of energy she had left in her. Her eyes opened and she observed her surroundings. She was sitting in a very large gold bathtub with a fountain style faucet. The gold trimming on the walls had curling snakes that formed fancy cursive m's on it. The room was so expensively furnished she could hardly believe it was a bathroom and not a master bedroom. Even the raspberry scented soap next to her had and engraved m on it. A few blurry figures closed in on her. Their voices were all around her.

"Is this her?"

"Yes Mistress Malfoy."

Willow tried to speak but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.

"Make sure the silencing spell is secure, her magic is very powerful. Fortunately, she can't do any of it without speaking..yet. Get her in some robes she's disgusting to look at."

"Of course. I'll send for some immediately. But Mistress, how do you plan on communicating with her?"

"The old fashioned way. Quill and ink. Send for that too. And some food. We may of kidnapped her but I won't be a bad hostess, Lucius wouldn't of.." The voice trailed off.

Willow felt her eyelids getting heavy again.

* * * * * "Dawn! Wake up! Get up!" Buffy whispered into her sister's ear.

"Ughhhhhh.." Dawn moaned and she slowly opened her eyes and sat up in bed. "What?"

It was bright outside and clearly late in the day. Buffy had an angry expression on her face.

"What's he doing in your bedroom???!?!?!?" Buffy said in a loud whisper and pointed accusingly at Draco who was sleeping, slumped in a chair across the room. Dawn laughed quietly.

"I have no idea." She said with a smile on her face.

"This isn't funny Dawn! You know what, just.just.get him out and don't talk to me about it again. I don't want to know." Buffy said and got up. She almost slammed the door on her way out and then then thought the better of it and closed it calmly. As soon as she was gone Dawn went into a quiet laughing fit and looked over at Draco again. He was still sleeping peacefully curled up in her pink flower chair with his head leaning on a white stuffed bunny he had sandwiched between himself and the dresser.
* * * * * There was a meeting called at the Magic Box that morning to discuss the message at the graveyard. Everyone was present except for Oz and Willow.

"Where's Willow and Oz?" Asked Xander.

"I don't know, I left a message on Willow's machine but I guess she didn't get it." Buffy replied. "But let's start anyway." She copied the message onto the whiteboard and gave them a few seconds to read it. "So, What do you guys think?"

"Well the first part's kind of obvious don't you think? She has risen again." Spike said proudly.

Buffy glared at him. "Sorry were not all as brilliant as you are Spike. Care to enlighten us?"

"I'd love to, Buffy." Spike said scornfully. "Well, how many powerful female badies do we know that are due for a comeback?"

"Glory." Buffy said.

"Bingo."

"But we killed Glory." Xander.

"Uh-um." Sirius interrupted. "If I may, no you didn't. You can't kill a god. You can take away their powers but were not even sure if you did that."

"What do you mean you're not sure?" Buffy asked impatiently.

"Well, she could of regained them from anyone powerful enough and willing to share. Such as.a wizard perhaps."

"They have joined. Do you think they mean-"

"My guess would be the wizarding world and the muggle world."

"Of course! But-oh no.. when was the last time any of you saw Willow?"

"Last time I saw her was last night, like dinnertime. She and Oz went out to eat. Why?" Anya said, then stopped to think a little and said "Oh...You think she already has Willow?"

"Yup. I think Glory's come back to reclaim her real key."

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