OK, here's the next one!! Thanks everyone for waiting and being so patient... and thanks for being
Trinity Last, where'd you go?? Sadness...
Slayer is my new best friend... wrote the prophecy for me and everything!! Slayer, I love you!!! everybody, I want to hear you say, "Slayer, we love you!"
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Harry sat on the grass by himself, looking out over the lake. Hearing footsteps behind him, he simply inclined his head to alert the visitor he knew he wasn't alone.
"You know," came the voice of professor Summers, "you really shouldn't be out here after dark. There's plenty of big bad's besides Voldemort."
"You just don't get it, do you?" asked Harry sadly, not taking his eyes away from the lake.
"Get what?" Buffy asked, sitting down beside her student.
"I'm fifteen! I'm famous for something I don't even remember! And now, I hear a prophecy that tells me why Voldemort's been after me in the first place - that he knew I was going to stop him."
"My first prophecy was at fifteen. Granted, it wasn't about me specifically, but it was a prophecy."
"Yea, one that gave you power."
"Harry, no one's ever ready for this, I get it."
"But you didn't have to worry. Your friends then, they didn't know. They didn't expect anything from you."
"My friends now do."
"You've had time. To adjust. To be brave."
"You never really adjust Harry."
"Professor Summers, you just don't understand. What its like. To have everyone think you're such a great person, that you've got so much potential, and to hear something written years before your time that tells you you're going to fight some great evil. And have everyone expect you to be so brave, when all you want to do is run away."
"It never said you were going to be brave Harry. It said you were going to fight, and it said you had help. That's more than I got." Buffy said defensively.
"Oh what do you know about it?" Harry asked angrily.
"At least it didn't say you were going to die!" Buffy screamed at him, tears forming in her eyes.
For the first time, Harry looked away from the lake, a look of shock etched across his features. Looking into the sad eyes of his professor, he silently asked her to continue.
"I was sixteen." Buffy began, tears falling already. "I didn't want to die. I heard Giles and Angel arguing one night. I heard the prophecy, that I was going to fight the Master, because I had to stop him from rising, I had to protect everyone else, and pay for it with my life! I flipped, a lot like you did. I tried to make excuses, and I tried to make myself believe it wouldn't happen. But I knew it had to. I wanted more than anything to enjoy life like those people who had no idea what was going on. I didn't want to have to fight all this. I wanted to live. And God knows I wanted to run away. But that didn't happen. There are things, Harry, that you have to do, no matter what you want in life. Until you've had something predict your death, some stupid little book full of prophecies and things that have "always come to pass" don't give me some bullshit about not understanding." The grass was wet from her tears, but Buffy's face held a look of determination.
Harry was shocked. "I... I didn't know."
"No, you didn't."
"But, I mean, you didn't die."
"Yes I did."
"I don't understand."
"Prophecies are tricky little things, Harry, they never tell you everything. They didn't tell me that if I didn't go down there to fight the master in the first place, he wouldn't have drank my blood, and he wouldn't have had the power to rise. They didn't tell me that after I died, my best friend Xander would follow directions from my not quite boyfriend to me and give me CPR. They didn't tell me I was going to win in the end. And they didn't tell you you were going to be brave."
"I'm-"
"Sorry? Don't be. I died. I'm over it. What I'm worried about is you right now. Harry, you have a part to play in this, a very large part. No one knows why destiny chose you, but it did. And now you have to accept this fate, and you have to make the choice to do this. It's your turn to save the world Harry. Can you do that? For me?"
Harry nodded mutely. Smiling, his nod became determined. Buffy stood slowly and offered a hand to help him up. Together, they walked back into the castle.
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Hermione looked up from her seat as the door opened. Seeing Harry walk in, she immediately jumped up and began to talk.
"Harry I'm so glad you're back I didn't mean to upset you I'm just-"
Harry cut her off. "No, its ok. I guess it was just a bit of a shock. Im glad that you guys are going to help me though." Harry smiled.
Giles cleared his throat. "Well, we still have specific lines to decipher." he reminded everyone. His statement was met with groans.
"Does the torture never end?!" Ron groaned.
Willow read out the prophecy again.
"As the brightest star is buried
He will come again for his reprisal
The warrior of darkness, joins with the light
Gaining more power from up above the skies and all.
The key shall grow dimmer
And suddenly fall
As he grows more stronger
The creature of the night is no longer able to stand tall.
The witch and her werewolf
Along with the brave
Struggle as they fight against him
Trying to get to the boy they wish to save.
The darkness with gather
And swallow the light
But the light will shine brighter
If the blossoming stag should fight."
"Let's work through this line by line," Sirius suggested. He didn't know that line by line would take up the next three hours of his life. He didn't know that the translation would take three hours too long.
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Trinity Last, where'd you go?? Sadness...
Slayer is my new best friend... wrote the prophecy for me and everything!! Slayer, I love you!!! everybody, I want to hear you say, "Slayer, we love you!"
^*^
Harry sat on the grass by himself, looking out over the lake. Hearing footsteps behind him, he simply inclined his head to alert the visitor he knew he wasn't alone.
"You know," came the voice of professor Summers, "you really shouldn't be out here after dark. There's plenty of big bad's besides Voldemort."
"You just don't get it, do you?" asked Harry sadly, not taking his eyes away from the lake.
"Get what?" Buffy asked, sitting down beside her student.
"I'm fifteen! I'm famous for something I don't even remember! And now, I hear a prophecy that tells me why Voldemort's been after me in the first place - that he knew I was going to stop him."
"My first prophecy was at fifteen. Granted, it wasn't about me specifically, but it was a prophecy."
"Yea, one that gave you power."
"Harry, no one's ever ready for this, I get it."
"But you didn't have to worry. Your friends then, they didn't know. They didn't expect anything from you."
"My friends now do."
"You've had time. To adjust. To be brave."
"You never really adjust Harry."
"Professor Summers, you just don't understand. What its like. To have everyone think you're such a great person, that you've got so much potential, and to hear something written years before your time that tells you you're going to fight some great evil. And have everyone expect you to be so brave, when all you want to do is run away."
"It never said you were going to be brave Harry. It said you were going to fight, and it said you had help. That's more than I got." Buffy said defensively.
"Oh what do you know about it?" Harry asked angrily.
"At least it didn't say you were going to die!" Buffy screamed at him, tears forming in her eyes.
For the first time, Harry looked away from the lake, a look of shock etched across his features. Looking into the sad eyes of his professor, he silently asked her to continue.
"I was sixteen." Buffy began, tears falling already. "I didn't want to die. I heard Giles and Angel arguing one night. I heard the prophecy, that I was going to fight the Master, because I had to stop him from rising, I had to protect everyone else, and pay for it with my life! I flipped, a lot like you did. I tried to make excuses, and I tried to make myself believe it wouldn't happen. But I knew it had to. I wanted more than anything to enjoy life like those people who had no idea what was going on. I didn't want to have to fight all this. I wanted to live. And God knows I wanted to run away. But that didn't happen. There are things, Harry, that you have to do, no matter what you want in life. Until you've had something predict your death, some stupid little book full of prophecies and things that have "always come to pass" don't give me some bullshit about not understanding." The grass was wet from her tears, but Buffy's face held a look of determination.
Harry was shocked. "I... I didn't know."
"No, you didn't."
"But, I mean, you didn't die."
"Yes I did."
"I don't understand."
"Prophecies are tricky little things, Harry, they never tell you everything. They didn't tell me that if I didn't go down there to fight the master in the first place, he wouldn't have drank my blood, and he wouldn't have had the power to rise. They didn't tell me that after I died, my best friend Xander would follow directions from my not quite boyfriend to me and give me CPR. They didn't tell me I was going to win in the end. And they didn't tell you you were going to be brave."
"I'm-"
"Sorry? Don't be. I died. I'm over it. What I'm worried about is you right now. Harry, you have a part to play in this, a very large part. No one knows why destiny chose you, but it did. And now you have to accept this fate, and you have to make the choice to do this. It's your turn to save the world Harry. Can you do that? For me?"
Harry nodded mutely. Smiling, his nod became determined. Buffy stood slowly and offered a hand to help him up. Together, they walked back into the castle.
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Hermione looked up from her seat as the door opened. Seeing Harry walk in, she immediately jumped up and began to talk.
"Harry I'm so glad you're back I didn't mean to upset you I'm just-"
Harry cut her off. "No, its ok. I guess it was just a bit of a shock. Im glad that you guys are going to help me though." Harry smiled.
Giles cleared his throat. "Well, we still have specific lines to decipher." he reminded everyone. His statement was met with groans.
"Does the torture never end?!" Ron groaned.
Willow read out the prophecy again.
"As the brightest star is buried
He will come again for his reprisal
The warrior of darkness, joins with the light
Gaining more power from up above the skies and all.
The key shall grow dimmer
And suddenly fall
As he grows more stronger
The creature of the night is no longer able to stand tall.
The witch and her werewolf
Along with the brave
Struggle as they fight against him
Trying to get to the boy they wish to save.
The darkness with gather
And swallow the light
But the light will shine brighter
If the blossoming stag should fight."
"Let's work through this line by line," Sirius suggested. He didn't know that line by line would take up the next three hours of his life. He didn't know that the translation would take three hours too long.
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