Notes: thanks to everyone who reviewed, hopefully no one is confused anymore, but if you are, please tell me and I promise ill sort it out!  So hopefully no more confusy.

What's happened so far: Buffy, Willow, Ron and Harry meeting in train.  Buffy beating up Malfoy-hehe.  Buffy almost got sorted into Slytherin-almost!  Then time change to summer after 5th year.  Sirius is dead-sorry-, Ron and Harry in England.  Hermione and Willow in Sunnydale for holiday.  Oz is Willow's boyfriend; Hermione and Buffy have met him and Xander.  Oz gave Buffy a driving lesson, but there was a crash and Buffy died, but came back.  Giles found out that Buffy was dead and went to Sunnydale-and that's all that's happened so far!

Oo, almost forgot to say hi to Sam-453, 'cos she always shouts me out! Hello!  Great story, hurry up and update!-see, now I can bug u at school and on ff!

Oh, ppl, if you like Harry Potter-hopefully you do- go and read my new fic, The boy who lived.  It's going to be a Draco Hermione fic, so if u like that-go read! And review!

By the way, we will be catching up with Harry soon, but not till the next couple of chapters.  And no one except Dumbledore knows about the prophecy.

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Oh, and I got to say thank you to Sam453 again because she helped me so much with this chapter… so thank you!!!!!xox

On with the fic…

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Sunnydale-California.

Giles and the girls stayed up till midnight talking about Buffy's death and what had happened at Sunnydale so far.  Giles filled them in on the details about Voldemort, and they were shocked to learn that Voldemort was threatening the Watcher's council.  When Buffy had asked why, a miserable look had appeared on his face.

"Because we know who the slayer is." Giles had replied. "Slayers are powerful, and Voldemort knows that the current slayer is a witch and at Hogwarts.  The last slayer who was a witch was very powerful with her magic, and I am thinking that You-know-who wants the slayer as an ally, not an enemy."

"But he can't force it out of the council, can he?" Willow asked, horrified.

"Veritaserum."

Buffy sighed, she hated talking about this.  She remembered like it was yesterday the day she had gone into Diagon Alley and Mr Ollivander had told her that she had the potential to be as strong as Voldemort, stronger maybe.  She remembered and she had told Giles about it, but Giles had said not to worry about it now, that she will when the time would come.  And the time had come. 

Buffy had found that whenever she got very angry, like the night in the Ministry, her being would reek of power, her legs and hands would shake because of it, and she had found that if she got pushed far enough, she could channel her power and destroy objects by just willing it with her mind.  She had found out this part of information by practising, when she had gone patrolling by herself after the night of the Ministry, she had gotten into a fight with a group of very large and powerful vampires.  They beating her senseless, and she was so angry that they were going to win, and she was so angry that Sirius had died that her anger had boiled inside her, power flowing into her veins as if it was replacing her blood.

One of the vampires had thrown her against a gravestone, the stone crumbling under the force of the throw.  Buffy was weak, she had had cuts all over her body and her leg was burning with pain.  The vampire had leaned in for the kill, his sweaty face centimetres from hers.  His eyes were dancing with triumph, glad that he would rid the world of another slayer.   Buffy shut her eyes and pounded her hands against the vampires chest, trying to shove him back, but she was not strong enough.  The vampire had pulled away, and Buffy had thought that he had left, so she had opened her eyes, only to find the vampire was still there, grinning like a maniac and looking deadlier than ever. 

Buffy threw her hands in front of her face- the most primitive of defences and cried out, releasing all her frustration and anger into the scream.  She screamed for Harry's loss, she cried out for Sirius, she screamed for the world, and she screamed for herself as she knew that she had lost, and she was so angry because of it. 

The vampire, grinning as Buffy cried out, leaned in again, his fangs bared, his feral animal eyes on her neck.  Buffy screamed more, giving everything she had into the scream at that moment.  As the scream intensified and reached a climax, the vampire popped, the dust showering the slayer.  She immediately stopped screaming, the cemetery sounding empty and silent because of the loss.  All the vampires were gone; all that was left was dust.

"Damn." Buffy said, grinning.

She had never told Giles what had happened that night, no one knew, and no one was going to find out.

"Buffy?"  She snapped out of her reverie and smiled sweetly at Giles who was peering at her through his glasses. "Shall we rest for now and continue tomorrow morning when we are refreshed?"

Buffy nodded, and throwing her 'good nights' over her shoulder, she climbed up the stairs and hurried to her bed, were she fell into a restless sleep.

Ten days later.

Giles and the girls had not talked about Voldemort and the magical world since the night he arrived, mainly because Joyce was around much of the time, and she still didn't know about the dangers her daughter faced at school.  And in the cemeteries. 

Even though Buffy knew she should, she couldn't bring herself to tell her mother about being the slayer.  Her excuse was that she was already weird enough, and it might do some serious damage to her mother if she told her that she fought the things that kids had nightmares about.  So Buffy had really no intention of telling her mother what and who she really was, and that was how it was going to stay.  Even though Sunnydale was a Hellmouth, nothing happened that the residents couldn't turn a blind eye.  Buffy was amazed how ignorant the residents were, especially when her mother told her of all the murders and unusual deaths that occurred in this small town.  Buffy thought that she should really stay here to look after this Hellmouth, but Giles had insisted and kept on insisting that she was needed in England.  Especially when there was a small Hellmouth in Hogsmeade.

Buffy had been surprised when she had found out in her second year about the Hellmouth.  She had only been to Sunnydale, and the place just screamed Hellmouth to her, but Giles and Dumbledore had told her that the reason why she hadn't felt it was because of all the magic.  A Hellmouth was literally, the mouth to hell and demons and vampires alike were drawn to it.  There was tons of magic concentrated on it, and that was why Buffy couldn't feel it, because the magic was messing up her system. 

It wasn't before long that the subject of Voldemort crept up in their conversation.  It was night when it happened, and Buffy, who had her cast taken off just a day before, was practising with an axe in the living room.  Her mother was out. 

"But You-know-who wouldn't attack Hogwarts, would he?"  Willow asked, her lower lip trembling as she thought of the place that she called home ruined by a single man.

Giles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, which was a sign of nervousness for him. "We cannot be sure, but if he does, and is successful, we will know then that he is unstoppable."

"Bit late to find that out though."  Buffy muttered, as she swung her large pointed axe from side to side, lunging and swinging at thin air.

They were silent, a depressed aura hanging around them as they thought of the impending battle.  It was a matter of weeks, maybe days when Voldemort would make a drastic and horrifying move, and everyone in the wizarding community were hiding under their beds until it happened.

"Have you heard from Harry?"  Giles said, breaking the silence.  Buffy stopped swinging her axe, her expression downcast.

"He owled us yesterday."  Buffy said, sitting on the arm of a chair.  Giles watched her waiting for her to go on.  Buffy sighed and pulled a crumple piece of parchment from her trouser pocket and handed it to Giles who read it out loud.

"Buff, Will, Hermione.

I hope everything is OK at Sunnydale.  I'm sure you're having fun.  Things are OK here, you know, the usual.

See you soon,

Harry."

Giles looked up from the parchment, a shocked expression worn on his face.

"That's hardly a letter.  I thought you said he sent long letters, not four sentences?"

Buffy shook her head, her mind exhausted from thinking about Harry.  "Not any more."  She took back the piece of parchment and put it in her pocket.

"He sounded so empty, don't you think?  So alone, I wish I could be there for him."  Tears formed in her eyes as she thought of her closest best friend, but she blinked them back, not wanting to show the others how much she was stressing over this.

Hermione patted Buffy's knee, knowing how much this was hurting her even though Buffy never said anything.  "He just lost Sirius, and now Voldemort's back, you can hardly expect him to be happy about that can you?"

"I know Voldymouth's back OK!"  She shouted, leaping up from the chair and pacing the room.  "I don't have to be reminded constantly to know that!"

"We understand-"Giles started but was cut off by a raging Buffy.

"No!  You don't!  That's the thing, no one does, only Harry does, and I can't help him!  I can't help him when I'm here, and I can't help him when I'm in England!  He's the only one who's life is like this, a life where he loses everyone he loves!  I don't know what that is like, you guys don't, Ron doesn't!  No one can help him, he's so alone!  No one can help him!"  Buffy shouted angrily, realising what Harry must feel like.

Hermione and Willow just observed her as she paced around the room, watching as she released all her built up emotion.

"He's not Buffy."  Giles said quietly, "You know what its like as well, don't you?"

Buffy stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes narrowed at Giles.  "What do you mean?"

Giles sighed, removing his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt.  "I hate to say this to you when you're like this, but don't forget, You-know-who wants you too."  Hermione and Willow's head swivelled round to look at Buffy as he said this, watching her reaction.  Her face changed from confusion, to understanding, to anger and then to back to understanding. "He may not know who you are, but he is searching for the slayer, and he knows that she is a witch.  He also knows that she is at Hogwarts, and it is a matter of time before he makes the connections to you, I'm surprised he hasn't already to be honest."

Hermione and Willow exchanged looks, thinking exactly the same thing.  How long would it be until he made the connections?  How long would Buffy have to hide?  What would You-know-who do to Buffy when she refused his proposal of joining him?

"I need to go."  Buffy said, hastily dropping her axe on the floor and collecting her stakes from the table.  The three sitting down immediately stood up.

"Buffy I'm sorry-"

"No big."  Buffy cut Giles off with a hand gesture as she walked out of the front door and into the night.

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She couldn't stand this anymore!  She hated this, all they ever wanted to talk about was the coming war, didn't they every have an optimistic thing to say?  Buffy had stormed out of her house, feeling her power well up inside of her as they continued to talk about this bloody war.  If she had stayed in there one more second, she would have popped and would have unleashed her power to anything, like the sofa, or Giles. 

Even though she knew she should not be thinking about it so she could cool down, she could not help but think about what Giles had said before she had walked out.

"…it is a matter of time before he makes the connections to you…"

What would happen when the time came?  Buffy had never been under threat before, sure there were those couple of vampires in Hogsmeade who hated her because she killed their minions, there had been that small threat from a vampire trying to open the Hellmouth in her second year but she had killed him easily.  And of course there were the everyday threats from Malfoy, but she had always managed to beat them, or rather, him.

But Voldemort was in a whole different league, Buffy thought as she entered one of the many cemeteries, planning to let off some steam by kicking some demon ass.

As soon she had passed a big tree near the entrance of the cemetery, she realised that someone was following her.  Whether it was a vampire or demon she was not quite sure of, but she knew that it was no regular person.

Voldemort.

The thought hit her like a bolt of lightening.  What if Voldemort had made the connections already and had sent some Death Eater to collect her?  What if she was going to be taken to his secret lair and have to suffer hundreds of tortures as she told Voldemort that she would never join his side?  What if she was put under the Imperius and was forced to kill Harry?

Wait, calm down Buff, she told herself.  If Voldemort knew that she was the slayer, he would send more than one Death Eater to collect her, unless he was really stupid.

Buffy's nervousness disappeared as she realised this.  She extended her slayer powers to try and find out if the person following her was magical or demon.  His aura was all messed up, she was getting the vampire vibe, but there was a taste of something that she couldn't find in a normal vampire.  What was it?

Humanity.  Compassion.  Something vampires never had and was being to confuse Buffy.

Curiosity made her want to see what this person was, so she spun around on her heels to face him.

He was gorgeous, tall with broad shoulders, brown hair that stuck up at the front, a slightly large but well suited forehead and mysterious dark eyes.

He was perfect.

So who is it then??  Do you have any ideas?? 

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