Title: A Broken Beginning Ch 13 (What Pureblooded families don't want you to know)

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.

A/N***Ok, writing the book excerpt was hard because I wanted it to sound like Rita Skeeter.

Thank You

Adb- yes, I guess they do.  But at least the watchers are good when it comes to helping with research.

Skywisej- Thank you. Dark Comet- No one's ever bitch-slapped my characters before.  But I'm going to take it as a compliment.

Brandy- Your compliments honor me.

Poet- yes it is, but it's also totally in character for Buffy.

Jeanne- I agree Buffy needs a decent boyfriend, note that I said decent and not normal.

            After declaring that he'd found something that they were never going to believe Harry stared at Ron and Hermione, waiting for them to beg him for the information he'd found.  "Well, what is it Harry?  We haven't got all day," Hermione said in a voice that meant business.   But Harry was still grinning, and started to think out loud "Oh this is just too good to be true, I can't wait until I see him. But I guess I can't really say anything, but maybe…"  Harry was going to continue rambling to himself forgetting about informing them until Ron spoke "Bloody Hell Harry, just tell us", Harry attention was brought back to them then, and he was going to speak until Hermione started chastising Ron about his language "Do you constantly have to use such Gutter language?"  Seeming to forget the matter at hand she started ranting, "Adolescent boys seem to think that they have an inane right to use…"  Hermione trailed off as Harry interrupted her. 

           "Ok, listen to this paragraph from "What Pureblooded Families Don't Want You to Know" By Rita Skeeter" But before he could speak Hermione interrupted him again.  "What are you doing reading trash like that?  This is supposed to be research"

"Would you just listen to me for a moment, and by the way I figured that since she found out all sorts of things she wasn't supposed to know about us, she's probably done it to other people too.  Ok so this is under the chapter for squibs born to purebloods

Even the most notoriously pureblooded family in all of England has a squib or two hiding in the branches of their family trees.  Yes you know what family I'm talking about, the Malfoy family.  The family who's famous for their distaste of Muggles and half-breeds has a few squib born secrets of their own.  Their sordid tale start not more than seventy years ago when a squib child born to Octavious and Margaret Malfoy (Grandparents of Lucius Malfoy, benefactor extrodionare in the wizarding world).  Octavious and Margaret announced to the world that their darling daughter Olivia Malfoy  had died in an accident mere weeks before school was scheduled to start at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  Afraid that once school started and their daughter was not there that their secret would be revealed to the world. The daughter was then hidden away from the wizarding world and raised behind closed doors, never meeting people outside of the family mansion. She was kept like the dirty secret that the world could never know.  And as the couple announced the birth of their son (and only other child) Clive Malfoy; people forgot about the rumors of a girl's cry coming from a room that didn't seem to be there in the Malfoy's mansion.  And it wouldn't be spoken of again until almost 6 years later when the Malfoy family was again in upheaval, searching all over England for a blond-haired muggle who bore a striking resemblance to their dead daughter.  Never giving details only looking.  A servant of the family who wishes to remain anonymous gave this statement "Mistress Olivia ran away, she may not have had any magic.  But she was a smart girl."  Several other statements of the like were given to this author when questioning old friends and servants of Octavious and Margaret.  The general consensus being that Olivia who was at the time seventeen, decided that she'd had enough with being…."  Harry's long reading was interrupted by Ron.

"What does any of that have to do with Willow Rosenberg?"  Ron exasperatingly exclaimed.

"Well if you'd let me finish you'd get it" Harry bit back before Hermione spoke

"Ron be patient, I think I can see where Harry's going with this," She paused for a moment and spoke again  "But Harry this is a bit long winded even for me.  Do you think you can summarize it for us?"

            Harry glanced down at the page, skimming the next few paragraphs then he spoke "Well Rita goes on to talk about hunting down Olivia, and how through her mastery detective skills she found the girl and her family in America.  Olivia had settled in southern California and married Herman Rosenberg, a Jewish Doctor."  Harry stopped and stared at the other too waiting for a reaction both seemed at a loss for words. 

       Finally Hermione spoke in a quiet voice "Well I suppose that explains why she's so powerful". Ron who had been speechless a moment before answered "I guess it does".

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            Percy was sitting on the chair next to the un-conscious American, contemplating and wondering about the woman.  She looked so tiny and frail he thought.  Not at all like the powerful witch that Dumbledore described, it wasn't that he didn't think it was possible and he was smart enough to realize that you can't judge a book by it's cover, he just couldn't believe that this slip of girl had almost ended the world.  His mind was a whirlwind of different thoughts.  One minute he wondered if his presence here was really necessary, because as much as he was loath to admit it, Charlie could handle this by himself.  Babysitting an un-conscious girl wouldn't be too hard even for him.  And at the same time he'd think "If Dumbledore wanted us here I'm sure he has good reasons, he's not one for overreacting, and if what he did say was true than even Charlie and I might not be enough to stop the girl if she was angry when she woke up."    As Percy finished with that last thought and had haphazardly come to a conclusion in his mind that he wasn't wasting his time guarding the girl Charlie entered the room with Professor McGonagall.

Percy saw the older witch with Charlie and couldn't help but make a childish remark "Madame Pomfrey told you that you didn't have to bring her back"

"I know that, but she wanted to come anyway."  Charlie bit back at him

"Before you two start bickering move aside so I can get a better look at the girl."  McGonagall told the two men and then went over to examine the woman on the bed who was still crying.  She secretly hoped that maybe she'd see something, or realize something that others had missed.  Something that would give them a clue as to how to help the girl.  After a few minutes she stood quietly and set down in a chair close to the bed folding her head into her hands.

 Seeing such a helpless gesture in a woman they both greatly admired and who always seemed well put together scared the men, and Charlie spoke hoping to relieve the fear "Professor, do you have any idea what's going on with her?"  McGonagall looked up at him "No Charlie, I've never seen anything like it."

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            Severus arrived back into his chambers through the fireplace with a firm scowl on his already grim features.  He didn't have any more answers now than when he'd left, the trip's only enlightening information being that Lucius didn't have a clue as to what was going on either.  They'd parted with Lucius promising to see if he could find out what was going on and get a message to him if he found out anything.  He changed out of his traveling robes and into his work robes and headed back up to the place he hadn't stopped thinking about since he'd left it.  The bedside of the redheaded witch.

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"Should we pack?"  Buffy asked Dumbledore

"No, I can send someone back for your things, going to need to travel lightly considering none of you have ever used a Portkey before, or anything of the sort. "  He answered her

"A Portkey? What's a Portkey?"  Xander asked

"Does it hurt?" Dawn quickly followed before Dumbledore had time to answer.

"It's how we're getting to Hogwarts and no it doesn't hurt."  Dumbledore answered the pair, but his gaze was drawn to the older man who had sat down on the couch still holding the pix-axe that he picked up earlier.  Staring at it, obviously deep in thought.  Wondering why he was being so quiet when the others weren't he decided to ask.

"Is something troubling you Mr…?"  Dumbledore stopped in mid-sentence and then continued "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

            Giles looked up at the older man standing above him, contemplating a response and then spoke "It's Rupert Giles, although most just call me Giles.  And something's nagging in the back of mind, somehow your story seems familiar.  Like I should know what your talking about, but I don't.   I can't really describe the feeling but it's there."  This time, which was much like the moment in the airport parking lot, the overwhelming comfort that Giles felt in the man's presence caused him to confide more than he would normally to a stranger.

Dumbledore was about to reply to Giles when the slayer and her two counterparts came back into the room.  All three were wearing some sort of weaponry or another on their body. 

"We're ready to go" Buffy told the Wizard.

"I thought I told you that we'd send for your things?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow and pointing at Xander who was wearing more weapons than clothing.

"We're not going with someone we just met, someone who obviously has Willow to a place none of us have ever been before without some way of protecting ourselves.  We're not stupid and we're not gullible."  She stopped almost daring the man to contradict her and then continued, "I won't lead my friends to death…" Buffy paused for a moment and then added "again".

"All right, have it your way Miss Summers" Dumbledore just didn't feel the need to argue again that they were safe with him.  Some things they were just going to have to learn on their own.  If they wanted the weapons with them, so be it.  Dumbledore opened his bag again pulled out a candy cane that he sat on the coffee table and spoke.  "When I count to three I want everyone to touch the candy cane."  They all looked at him skeptically but nodded in agreement.

"One…Two…Three" All five touched the piece of candy

*Another Disclaimer:   Ok and the names for the parents and grandparents of Lucius Malfoy and Willow's Great-Grandmother's Name are my own invention.