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Chapter 15 - Complete

Harry shook madly as he beheld the scene in front of him. His parents were gagged but their eyes looked at him mournfully, trying to convey to him whatever it was they would've been saying. For harry the moment he saw his parents, alive, would go on for a lifetime, the split second lasting for hours. His father struggled against the bonds he held by, never taking his eyes off of his son, while his mother stood limply, a single tear rolling down her cheek at the sight of her son.

Buffy was silent, tears pouring down her face, sobbing as though her fragile body would break, but never not once breaking eye contact with her mother.
"Well now, we have quite the predicament," Voldemort said rising from his seat. He strolled over to the Potters and Joyce Summers, and stood with them, James Potter still struggling.
"I believe I have provided you will all the incentive you need." Voldemort said cruelly. Harry's head jerked up to look at Voldemort, his scar prickling furiously.

"How did you do it?" he snarled. "Dumbledore said it was impossible, that the dead could not be brought back from this kind of spell." Voldemort smiled smugly.
"Well Dumbledore was wrong," he said slowly, and bitterly. "Your precious headmaster got it wrong. Here your parents stand before you, that which you desired most in the world, and you disbelieve it." He motioned to the death eaters and they removed the Potters gags.
"Harry, don't do it," James Potter burst out urgently. "Don't-" He was cut off as the death eater quickly re-gagged him.

Lily Potter looked at her son in wonder.
"Mum, I-" Harry began but words failed him.
"That will do I think." Voldemort said. "Take them away." The death eaters dragged the Potters, and Joyce Summers from the room.
"No!" Buffy yelled suddenly. "I didn't even get to speak to her, bring her back now!" Angrily she dashed her tears away from her face.
"That all depends on the two of you," Voldemort answered. "You now have a proper choice. On one path you join me, become my loyal death eaters and I give you more power than you could imagine, and your parents. The other path is not so smooth. You are tortured and killed by me, as are your parents. Not much of a choice I would say. Now choose."

Harry closed his eyes, blocking from his mind his parents faces. He heard his father's words to him, telling him not to give in, but then he remembered the way they had looked at him, his parents, looking at their only son.
As if out of no where, the words of Dumbledore echoed in his head from the past, from his fourth year.
'Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy…'

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Buffy. Her eyes communicated the same feelings he was experiencing, a want, a duty to do the right thing, but at the same time a desire to be with his parents.
"I….I…I don't…I mean I…" Harry stammered, uncertainly, "I can't…I don't think I can…..I mean"

"No," Buffy said clearly, though her voice shook a tiny bit. Both harry and Voldemort looked at her.
"No, I won't join you," Buffy said defiantly. Harry found his voice.
"Neither will I," he said quietly, hating himself. Voldemort looked at them angrily.
"Then you choose death."

A loud bang echoed through the manor, and Voldemort's head snapped up.
"What was that?" he asked furious, "Go and see what that wa-" Before he could finish his sentence, the grand doors that opened into the dining room flew open, and Sirius, followed by the Scoobies strode into the room.

Immediately, they began to fire curses, and the death eaters that were present fought back fiercely. Gilesnder and Faith physically disarmed as many death eaters as possible, whilst Willow, who's eyes had gone pitch black was taking out as many as she could manage. As for Sirius he was furiously duelling with both Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov., with an intensity harry had never seen in him before. The fact that Sirius had so much on the line caused him to put in more to the fight that he had ever done before.
"STUPEFY!" he yelled and Dolohov was stunned and fell, and he faced Bellatrix.
"My ickle baby cousin, back for another go," Bellatrix said in her baby speak, whilst firing a hex at him. "Come to save your little wife?" Sirius did not answer but fired relentless spells at her. Elsewhere, the others were not faring well. Faith and Giles were caught, tied by ropes from Malfoy's wand. Ron and Hermione were tied with them, and Willow, Oz, Xander and Dawn were backed into a corner by a huge mass of death eaters. Voldemort watched the scene, not lifting his wand once, just observing.

"STUPEFY!" Sirius yelled again, and Bellatrix was stunned by his spell. He looked around for where to turn next and finally realised the situation. Ropes flew from a death eater's wand and bound him, send him flying across the room, to land next to Faith and Giles.

"Well that was interesting I must say. Bravo," Voldemort said, clapping twice slowly. "More prisoners to kill, now who shall I begin with?"

"Leave them alone Tom," said a voice from the doorway, and harry looked and saw Dumbledore, emanating fury and power, more even than Harry had witnessed last year.
"This is almost too easy," Voldemort smiled wickedly. "All of the people I want to kill, all in one place. You shouldn't have come here tonight Dumbledore." Dumbledore strode into the room, and behind him were Kingsley Shacklebolt, Tonks, Mad Eye Moody, Arthur Weasley, Charlie and Bill Weasley and Mundungus Fletcher. Harry felt a low swoop of hope in his stomach, at the sight of the best of the Aurors. At once they began to fire curses that bounced off of heavy stone walls. The prisoners were released, except for harry and Buffy who were chained and the battle began again. Voldemort joined in, he faced Dumbledore and they began to duel. Harry had never seen anything like it, their wands flashed as they moved faster than Harry had known it was possible and they duelled the length of the hall, curses flying around them as they did. It was an incredible sight.

Around the pair, the battle was closing, the Aurors being the victors and all the Death eaters present were subdued in some way. The Aurors raised their wand sand prepare to join Dumbledore but Voldemort was quick to apparate.
"Sirius came forward to Dumbledore as soon as his duel was over.
"Thank you," he said earnestly. "I apologise and thank you. We would've been dead if it weren't for you."

"That doesn't matter now," Dumbledore said benignly. He moved towards Harry and Buffy and with a simple charm removed their chains. Sirius stepped forward to help Buffy up, but she pushed him out of the way, and ran from the room, and Harry knowing exactly where she was going, stood on his shaking legs, and feeling incredibly uncertain, followed her.

Harry ran down the passage following the echoing footsteps of Buffy before him. She ran down a flight of steps and then stopped dead. Harry nearly ran into her, but slowed himself and stopped also. Before them was a thick metal door, with a small hatch in it. Carefully, as though she were walking on egg shells, Buffy walked forward and raised a shaking hand to door handle. She gripped it, and turned it but it would not open. Harry came forward and raised hand to the handle, undoing the lock, with his already returning power. He moved back, unsure, and Buffy pushed the door open.

Buffy darted forward and threw herself at her mother, sobbing unrestrainedly into her shoulder.
"Oh god I missed you, I missed you so much," she whispered, as her mother stroked her mussed hair, also crying.

Harry stood in the doorway and looked at his parents. It was s strange feeling, he thought, two people who he had thought about and wanted constantly, and now he didn't know what to do. It was his mother that made the first move, breaking the silence between the three and crossing the room to hug her son.
"Harry?" she asked shakily. "My Harry, my son?" Tears fell from her cheeks onto his shoulder and seeped through to his kin. He began to cry, hugging his mother back with all the strength he could muster.
"My mother," he said, pulling back so he could look at her. Joy filled his being, it felt that something which had been missing from him was finally there, he was whole, and nothing could touch his happiness.
Harry's father came forward, and also hugged his son. He was crying too, as he looked proudly at his son, ruffling his hair, in the same way Harry had seen him do with his own all those years ago, and this made Harry grin til his face felt like it would split.
"I never thought I would see you again," he murmured, "When Voldemort came that day, I thought 'I'm never going to see my son again.' But you're here, my son, Harry."

Dimly, Harry heard the sounds of the others following his and Buffy's steps down to the dungeons, and he and his parents turned to look. Sirius was first.
"Buffy? Harry? Are you down here?" he called, "What's going on?" He froze in the doorway of the room, just froze, like someone had flicked a switch on the scene.
"James?" he said uncertainly. Then he collapsed.