Title: A Broken Beginning Ch 4

Author: Nicki C.

Email: Nimacu@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: "It's all been done before"- Barenaked Ladies.  I don't own Buffy.   Nor do I own the world of Harry Potter.  They both belong to Joss and J.K.

Summery: Something happens that causes the Scoobies to head to England.

Feedback: I used to think that I didn't need it and it wasn't very important, but then I got some and I really liked it, in fact the more feedback I got the more I wanted. I think you get the idea.

Setting:  Ok, this is set during the middle of September. Harry and the gang are in their sixth year and in the Buffy verse it's set after a couple of weeks after episode 7.3, after that it's AU.  Willow has been home recovering from the loss of blood.

AN** This we'll be the first chapter with any major revamping

Laura- It probably will be, but it's going to be a lot different from some of the others out there.  I like that ship' but I'm trying to unique.

"Can you believe that Harry?  The death eaters left a girl right outside the gates to Hogwarts." Ron exclaimed as soon as they were back in their room.  "I know it's frightening to think that they can come that close without anyone noticing." The night before immediately after they had returned to their common room, they had left again armed with the Marauders map and wearing Harry's invisibility cloak.  There was absolutely no way that they were going to just sit there and wait to find out what happened, and they knew that no matter how against the idea Hermione was she would never turn them in.  Both boys were exhausted from their adventure and fell asleep without further conversation.   

Hermione had been sleeping on the couch in the common room waiting for the Ron and Harry to return from their little adventure.  At first she'd been waiting there to yell at them for taking advantage of her position as Prefect and at Ron for being a disappointment to his position.  But as the night wore on and they hadn't returned she'd begun to worry; they were always getting themselves into some kind of trouble or another; they seemed to attract it.  But in the end the need to fall asleep had won out.

By the time Hermione had woken up it was broad daylight and there were people leaving the common room to head to breakfast. "Those two had better be back here by now, and I hope they don't think I'm going to let them sleep in." Hermione thought as she headed up to the boys room.  "Everyone had better be decent in there because I'm opening the door" Hermione yelled right before she entered the room.  Ron and Harry were still asleep and everyone else had already headed to breakfast.  "Wow I must have slept later than I thought."  Just as she was heading over to shake Harry awake Seamus walked out of the bathroom only wearing a towel.  "Bloody hell Hermione, what are you doing in here?"  Up to this point she would have sworn that Seamus was incapable of blushing, but that was definitely an interesting shade of pink on his cheeks.  "I'm a prefect, as long as I announce myself I can enter any Gryffindor room." Pointing to Harry and Ron. A flustered Seamus argued  "Well I don't think it counts because these two are sleeping like the dead."  A sly grin appeared on Hermione's face "You do realize that we're having an entire conversation and you're only wearing a bath towel?" she asked.  Seamus started mumbling something about perverted Peeking Tom prefects as he gathered his clothes and headed back into the bathroom. 

"HARRY AND RON GET UP!" Hermione shouted while she was standing in between their beds.  Harry mumbled something about it being Sunday and Ron slept right through it.  She kept yelling at them and when that didn't work, she started trying to bribe them to wake up.  When nothing she did work, she sat on the side of Ron's bed to think.  Suddenly it occurred to her there was one thing that would wake Ron up.  She leaned in close to his ear.  "Ron, Viktor's here.  We're going to going to be making out by the lake if you need me."   "What, huh? Viktor? I thought you were only friends?"  Ron was slowly waking up. 

"What are you doing in our room at this ungodly hour 'Mione?"

"It's already 9:30 and I want to know what happened last night."

"Can't it wait until we get up?"

"No.  I'm going downstairs, I want you to wake Harry up and meet me in the common room in ten minutes.  If you don't show up, I'm coming back and I'm bringing my birthday present from the twins with me."

Leaving Ron with those instructions, Hermione headed to her room to dress quickly before meeting the boys.  "Harry get up" Ron not so gently shook him.  "Hermione wants us downstairs in ten minutes and she seems serious about it."  "Oh alright, we do need to tell her about the girl."  Seamus walked in on the end of the sentence.  "What girl are you talking about, Hermione?  Bloody pervert she is, staring at me in my towel, coming into our room in the morning, knowing that's when we get dressed… " Seamus continued complaining about her as he headed out of the room.  "What was that about?" Harry asked Ron.  "I don't have a clue." Ron replied.

Fifteen minutes later in a corner of the common room the three teens were talking.  "A girl. Wow I wonder what that was supposed to mean?"  Hermione could tell there was some researching to be done and even though she knew it was pathetic she was excited.  "What was her name again and what did she look like" she couldn't help but bleed every detail out of the boys.  Harry answered "Willow Rosenberg, she had hair just as red as Ron's, and because of the bruising on her face I couldn't really tell anything else about her.  Madam Pomfrey probably would have gotten suspicious if we had gotten too close.  That women is almost as good as Dumbledore when it comes to sensing people around her."  As the trio continued their conversation they headed down to breakfast.

In other parts of the castle one Severus Snape was standing watch over the tiny woman in the bed. He couldn't really tell how old she was; she looked so young lying there helpless.  His guess was somewhere between 19 and 25, but it didn't really matter how old she was if they couldn't figure out how to save her.  He kept trying to figure out why he didn't see this coming.  He was supposed to be one of Voldemort's right hand men, but until he felt the Dark Mark burn last night, he'd had no idea what was going on.  He had a horrible feeling that Voldemort knew he was a spy.  He was going to have to discuss this with Dumbledore, because if he knew than that changed everything. Severus sat back down beside her bed; "Someone's got to be here if she wakes up."