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Spoilers: Buffy:none, Harry Potter: all the books.
Sam-453:thanks so much for helping me with the wish thing, its so great I could jump for joy! But I wont, so thanks!
ANNE( v )79: ok, you had quite a lot of questions, so these are some of the answers.
Where's Harry-he's at the Dursleys cos it's the summer.
Is Sirius dead?-unfortunately yes, I don't know if I will bring him back.
Why is Hermione with Willow?-Hermione has gone to Sunnydale for the summer to stay with Willow and Buffy.
Why Buffy isn´t with the Scoobie gang slaying?- cos she's a bit damaged!
Are Buffy and Harry together?-nope, sorry! But…something will happen between them…I aint going to say no more!
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"You're thinking about him again." Willow said, sitting down on the surprisingly comfortable sofa.
"I can't help it." Buffy sighed, "He's billions of miles away, stuck in with the Dursley's, having the worst time in the world."
"You never know," Willow said, munching on some popcorn, "the Dursley's might have a change of heart and treat him nicer this summer."
Buffy turned her head to look at her, the look on her face blatantly asking a simple question.
"No, I'm not crazy!" Willow laughed as she saw her best friends face. Buffy grinned and continued to stuff her mouth with popcorn.
"It's not about how the Dursley's are treating him." She said, her mouth full of food, "It's about Sirius."
The moment she had mentioned his name, both girls fell under a sad silence. As much as they tried to, they could not block out what had happened that night at the Ministry. Sirius had died.
Buffy did not know how this was affecting Harry, because she wasn't right next to him as she wished she was. But she knew that it always was horrible to lose someone, especially someone who was so close to you as Sirius was to Harry.
Sirius was the only link Harry had with his parents, one of the few people who had known his parents from the inside out. Sirius was the closest time Harry had had to family, and in one night, that bond had been broken, as Sirius had fallen.
"Let's not talk about that, Buffy." Hermione said, appearing in the living room, carrying a bowl of crisps.
"But how can we not?" Buffy said loudly. "Sirius is dead, Voldymouth is properly alive and kicking, and for all we know, Harry could just be rotting somewhere, letting his grief consume him!"
Hermione sighed, catching Willow's eye. They have had this conversation almost every night since the three girls had arrived and the outcome was always the same: they all ended up crying.
What had happened since they had joined Hogwarts was too horrific for them to even think about it. Who knew one man could cause so much grief? Who knew that one man could destroy their teenage lives as he had?
"You can't stop all the bad guys, Buff." Willow said quietly.
"Why not!" Buffy shouted. "I'm the slayer, why can't I?"
"You can't beat yourself up about this Buff. There are only certain things you can stop, just demons and vampires, not wizards." Hermione reasoned, joining her other best friends on the couch and putting an arm around the small blonde in the middle.
"I know." Buffy said quietly, her voice muffled because she had her face on Hermione shirt.
"He'll pull through Buffy." Willow said, cuddling up to Buffy in an effort to comfort her and herself.
"He's got us, he knows that." Hermione whispered, stroking Buffy's soft hair.
"Ow, Willow, you're hurting me!" Buffy sniffled. Willow sat up, an apologetic look on her face.
"It still hurts?" She asked, gesturing to the cast on Buffy's arm.
Buffy nodded, wincing as Willow carefully lifted her arm. Buffy had a large cast around her arm, covered with little messages of comfort from her mother, Willow, Hermione, Oz, and Xander.
"Does anything else hurt?" Hermione asked a concerned look on her face for her friend. Buffy shook her head, but wincing as Hermione poked her ankle. Buffy grinned sheepishly, as Hermione put on a look on her face that made her resemble Mc Gonagall.
"It's been a week since you came out of hospital, and you immediately get back to training. I thought the doctor said to take things slow!" Hermione scolded.
Buffy grinned at Willow, finding it incredibly funny that Hermione was acting like their head of house. But Willow didn't find it very funny.
"What!" Buffy laughed. "I spent a week in that bloody hospital bed; can you blame me for training again?" She pleaded with Willow.
"You aren't going to get better if you train, Buff." Willow reprimanded.
"It was your fault that I got into this mess." Buffy muttered quietly, but not quietly enough because Willow heard what she had said.
"Me!" She said, horrified. "How did I do that? If I remember quickly, you were the one driving that damn car!"
"Fine, then it's your damn boyfriends fault then!" Buffy said, her nose in the air, smirking a little.
"Oz?!" Willow said, "What's he got to do with this?"
"Well, he was the one that got out of the car and left me all alone in there!" Buffy argued.
"That may be so, but you were the one that drove the damn car!" Hermione said, getting involved with the argument.
Buffy gasped, looking from Hermione to Willow, and then back to Hermione.
"Fine, take her side then!" She said angrily. Hermione grinned at Willow how winked back. "I told you that me and cars do not mix."
Flashback.
"I'll be back in a second Buff, I just need to get something first." Oz said, jumping out of the car and running to Willow's house.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, kids were playing happily on the streets and it was the summer. So why did Buffy not feel happy? Well, for one thing, the whole incoming war with Voldymort was just damn depressing, and also, she was in a car.
Not just any car, the car that Joyce had bought for her for her seventeenth birthday. It was a beautiful car, dark red that seated five people. It wasn't that Buffy didn't appreciate the car, it was just that cars and her did not mix. But Xander, Willow's best friend, Oz, Willow and Hermione had all said that there was no point of having a car if she could not drive it. Buffy had also argued that there was no point of having a car when she was only home for three months a year!
But they wouldn't let it go, and after hours of arguing and pleading, Buffy had argued to let Oz teach her how to drive. And that was how Buffy had ended up here, in the driver seat of a car, parked opposite Willow's house on a beautiful Sunday morning. They had driven from Buffy's house to Willow, which, even though was four streets away, had taken them half an hour because Buffy had insisted that they drive at five miles an hour.
The key was in the ignition, the music was blasting from the radio and Buffy could see a long car free road ahead of her. Looking up to Willow's house, and realizing that Oz would not be coming back for several minutes, Buffy put her hands on the wheel.
"Come on Buffy. You can do this, it's just a car, a piece of junk, useless machinery."
Buffy coached herself. She put her hand on the key and turned it, jumping as she heard the car start.
"Buffy, you can do this; it's not going to hurt you. It's a nice car. It's friendly and it's called…Mr. Gordo. Mr. Gordo won't hurt you." Buffy comforted herself. She pushed down on the pedal and she found herself moving slowly past the houses, the wind in her hair, the firm but gentle feel of the leather steering wheel under her fingers.
'Hey, this isn't so bad.' Buffy thought to herself, grinning. She increased her speed, and she drove down the road. She soon came to the end and turned road, finding herself on another car free road. She increased her speed again, feeling exhilarated by how easy she was finding this. She didn't notice that her speed was now pushing forty, and she also didn't notice that she was coming to the main road.
With the wind in her hair, the excitement of freedom building up inside her, she forgot everything. She forgot that Sirius was dead, she forgot Voldemort had regained power, she forgot that Willow was getting even more powerful at her magic, she forgot that Oz was a werewolf, and she even forgot that she herself was a very powerful witch. Buffy only saw the road, the freedom she had with the car, and she was so lost in this that she didn't notice that she was coming up to the main road, she didn't notice the traffic lights had gone red, and she certainly didn't notice the large and long truck heading straight towards her.
The trucks horn was loud, so loud that it snapped Buffy out of her daze and made her turn to the source. The red shiny truck was driving towards her at full speed, and before she had a chance to react, the truck hit the car and Buffy saw black.
End flashback.
"Remind me never to drive again." Buffy said, shuddering as she thought about the accident.
"Do you even remember what happened after the truck hit?" Hermione asked a worried look on her face.
Buffy shook her head, explaining to her best friends that all she remembered was black, and then suddenly, hearing voices, seeing a white hospital room and feeling tubes stuck into her body, and feeling an immense amount of pain on her leg and arm.
"Oz never should have gotten out of the car. This never would have happened if he didn't want to see me." Willow said quietly. Buffy and Hermione exchanged looks, knowing how Willow always seemed to blame everything bad on herself.
"It's not your fault Will." Hermione comforted, placing her hand on top of Willows.
"How are things with you and Oz anyways?" Buffy asked, trying to change the subject. Willow grinned, she loved talking about Oz, loved to be with Oz, ever since she had met him the summer after her fourth year. She had never had the courage with boys, but constantly owling Buffy while she hanged with Oz made her confess her feelings to him. Thankfully, Oz had felt the same way as Willow, and so everything had gone smoothly. Until the third date. Willow had been annoyed and worried that Oz hadn't kissed her yet, so she had gone to his house to confront him. But when she had walked in, Oz was acting really strange, telling her to get away from him. But Willow had not listened. And Oz had changed into a werewolf and had chased her. Luckily, Willow had used Wicca magic to knock Oz out, and in the morning, when Oz was back to being his naked human self, Willow and Oz had talked, and they had agreed to take things slow.
"Good."
"I think Xander's jealous." Hermione said with a mischievous grin on her face. Willow looked shocked.
"But-but why?"
"I think he's jealous because he doesn't get to Willow all to himself." Buffy said, grinning as she recalled Willow's best friend that she had only met three weeks ago.
"But-but-but-that's silly. Stupid Xand." Willow laughed.
The door bell rang, and Hermione got off the couch to answer it. As soon as she opened to door, a big blur of brown tweed ran through the door.
"Giles?" Buffy asked, worried as to why he would be here. "Aren't you supposed to be in England?"
But Giles didn't answer her, he just stared at her, a look of utter bewilderment on his face. Slowly, the look turned into shock, then to pure and utter happiness.
Rushing to Buffy and hugging her tightly, he choked out two words. "Thank goodness."
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