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When Buffy and Oliver had returned from her workout they found Ron and Harry looking quite upset at something. Buffy had confronted them and found out that Hermione had told McGonagall about the broom and that she had confiscated it. So now Harry and Ron were angry with Hermione and weren't exactly speaking to her. Classes had begun again and Harry had just finished DADA class and moved to talk to Lupin.

"Professor, you said that we could start anti-dementor lessons after the holiday…"

"Ah yes, let me see…how about eight o'clock on Thursday evening? The History of Magic classroom should be large enough….I'll have to think carefully about how we're going to do this….We can't bring a real dementor into the castle to practice on…."

"Would you mind if I joined you for these classes Professor?" Both Harry and Lupin turned to see Buff enter. "I believe that my Slayer powers are connecting with Harry. I pass dementors every time I go on patrol and never feel a thing. It's only when they are close to Harry. I want to see if I can block the feelings."

"Sure Buffy. I think that would be fine."

Buffy nodded and moved to take her seat for class. She could hear Harry and Ron fighting with Hermione again.

Thursday evening came quickly and Harry made his way anxiously to the History of Magic classroom. He entered to see Professor Lupin and Buffy were already there. Buffy was sitting at a desk. A chest was sitting on Lupin's desk and Harry wondered what he had planned.

"What's that?" Harry asked motioning toward the desk.

"Another boggart," said Lupin as he removed his cloak. "I've been combing the castle ever since Tuesday, and very luckily, I found this one lurking inside Mr. Filch's filing cabinet. It's the nearest we'll get to a real dementor. The boggart will turn into a dementor when he sees Harry, so we'll be able to practice on him. I can store him in my office when we're not using him; there's a cupboard under my desk he'll like"

"Good thinking Professor." Buffy said with a smile.

"Okay," said Harry feeling glad that Buffy was there.

"So…" Lupin said as he took out his and motioned for Harry to do the same. "The spell I am going to teach you is highly advanced magic, Harry-well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level. It is called the Patronus Charm."

"How does it work?"

"Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus," said Lupin, "which is kind of anti-dementor-a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor."

Buffy sat and listened as Harry asked questions and Lupin answered. She watched as Lupin told Harry to find a truly happy memory. They finished with Lupin helping Harry with his pronunciation.

"Let's begin shall we." He said to get Buffy attention.

Harry nodded. Buffy made sure she was far enough away that she wouldn't confuse the boggart. As Lupin opened the chest a dark cloaked creature began rising out of the chest. It turned and faced Harry. The lanterns in the room seemed to dim and then flicker. The room seemed to grow cold. Harry raised his wand.

"Expecto patronum!" Harry yelled. "Expecto patronum! Expecto-"

Buffy felt the moment that it began. The pain had returned and she felt as if she was all alone in the room. She tried to fight the feeling and all to soon found herself slumped against the desk. She had remained conscious and as the pain began to subside as she saw Harry had fallen to the floor.

"Sorry," she heard Harry muttered.

"Are you alright?" Lupin asked looking at Harry and then Buffy.

"Yes…" Harry said he began to sit up.

"I'm good."

"Here eat this before we try again." Lupin handed them both a chocolate frog. "I didn't expect you to do it your first time; in fact I would have been astounded if you had."

"It's getting worse," said Harry as he took a bite of his frog. "I could hear my mother louder that time-and him-Voldemort."

Lupin had gone pale slightly.

"Harry, if you don't want to continue, I will more than understand-"

"I do. I've got to. What if the dementors show up at our next match with Ravenclaw? I can't afford to fall off again. If we lose this game we've lost the Quidditch cup."

"I agree with Harry about continuing. I need to find away to block this. Let's continue."

"Alright then…," said Lupin. "You might want to select another memory Harry, a happy memory, I mean, to concentrate on….That one doesn't seem to be strong enough…"

Harry picked the memory of seeing Malfoy's face when they won the house and Quidditch cups the previous year.

"Ready?" Lupin asked both of them.

"Ready," replied Harry. Buffy just nodded her head.

"Go!"

Once again Lupin opened the chest and the boggart came out as a dementor. Once again the lights flickered and the room became cold.

"Expecto patronum! "Expecto patronum! Expecto pa-"

This time Harry heard the voice of his father. Buffy fought to keep her slayer psyche under control. She was mostly succeeding. Buffy watched as Harry fell to the ground again. She jumped out of her chair and moved with Lupin to where Harry laid.

"Harry!"

"Harry! Harry…wake up…"

Lupin said tapping hard on Harry's face to revive him. It had taken Harry several minutes to get his bearings.

"I heard my dad. That's the first time I've heard him-he tried to take on Voldemort, to give my mum time to run for it…"

That was when Harry realized there were tears streaming down his face. He quickly went to wipe them away. Buffy put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"You heard James?"" Lupin said his voice kind sound sort of strange.

"Yeah." Harry's face was now dry and he was drawing in Buffy's support. "Why-you didn't know my dad did you?"

"I-I did as a matter of fact," said Lupin. "We were friends at Hogwarts. "Listen, Harry-perhaps we should leave it here for tonight. The charm is ridiculously advanced…I shouldn't have suggested putting you through this…"

"No! I'll have one more go! I'm not thinking of happy enough things, that's what it is…Hang on…"

Harry really racked his brain for a happy memory. He finally came up with the day Buffy took him from the Dursley's. If that wasn't a happy memory he didn't know what was. Concentrating really hard on that memory Harry got to his feet and faced the chest again. Buffy moved back feeling very confident about being able to block it out totally.

"Ready?" Lupin asked them. They both nodded and looked at Harry. "Concentrating hard? All right-go!"

For the third time the chest was opened and the dementor came out. The room once again became cold and darker.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Buffy could tell that this time was slightly different from the last two times. She watched as a huge silvery shadow came bursting out the end of Harry's wand, to hover between him and the dementor.

"Riddikulus!"

Lupin called out. Harry dropped to his knees. The boggart had somehow gotten away from Lupin. It began transforming again this time in front of Buffy. Both Lupin and Harry heard her yelp. Standing before her was a very pale looking Oliver Wood with two puncture wounds on his neck and blood running down the side of his mouth.

"Hello lover." His voice was seductive and sent a chill down her spine. "I will drink... your blood will wash in me, over me, and you will be mine for all eternity. Everything I have done, was because you weren't good enough, but I'm about to solve all that."

Buffy couldn't move. Her mind registered that this was only a boggart, but her body wouldn't react. The Oliver vamp was inches away from her neck.

"Riddikulus!"

Lupin and Harry looked to where the voice had come from to see the real Oliver Wood standing there with his wand drawn. Lupin quickly got to his feet and grabbed the boggart and shoving it back into the chest. Oliver rushed to Buffy's side and she immediately reached for him. She felt his warm skin too assure herself that he was real before breaking down in his arms.

"I couldn't stake you. I looked and saw your eyes. It had your voice. My head kept saying it wasn't you but my heart and body weren't listening."

"Shh, it's okay Sweetie. I'm here. It wasn't me. Please stop crying. You know how I hate to see you cry."

Oliver just held her tightly whispering words of reassurance. Lifting her up he carried her from the History of Magic room to her own private room. They both knew that they were in for a rough night full of nightmares.

The following day both Buffy and Oliver looked like death warmed over. She was quite tired by the end of day. On the common room couch was where Oliver, Willow, Xander, Oz, Harry and Ron had found her. Clutched in her arms was a broom and Harry immediately recognized it as his Firebolt.

"Is that your Firebolt Harry?"

"I think so. Do you think we should wake her?"

"I'll do it. Everybody step back. Buffy, sweetheart wake up. Come on wake up."

Oliver shook her slightly. Slowly her eyes opened and she smiled slightly when she saw

Oliver.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. You know your bed upstairs is more comfortable."

"I know. I was waiting for Harry to return to give him this. I guess I fell asleep while waiting. Here Harry."

"Thanks Buffy. How did you get it back from McGonagall so soon?"

"I did a lot of talking, pleading, and charming. She did a lot of very loud lecturing when I told her you had already ridden it. Once she calmed down we talked and I managed to get her to release the broom on the fact that nothing happened when you rode it the last time."

"You are the greatest." Harry hugged Buffy.

"You're welcome little brother." He looked up at her surprised. "Well it's true. Since I first met you, you've been like a little brother to me. So now I have my big brother," motioning to Xander to join them, "and I have my little brother."

Xander and Harry hugged her tightly. Harry had never had a true family before until now, and it felt really good.

I KNOW IT'S SHORT BUT I WANTED TO DO THE QUIDDITCH MATCH AS A SEPARATE CHAPTER.

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