Long time no see huh? Sorry for the wait...my muse has jumped out the window. I found this chapter hiding in the corner of my computer, collecting dust, and I thought that it was no point to leave it collecting even more dust, so I've decided to post it. Unfortunately, I do not know when I am going to post next...sorry.

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All the Order members that Buffy did not recognise were gone, and they ones she did; Lupin, Moody, and the ones who had rescued Harry last summer had stayed for dinner. It was quite a squeeze on the table, and she was extremely close to Charlie Weasley, which she did not mind at all, because, well, he was hot!

Buffy knew that the topic of the slayer would not take absence over their conversations for long, and she was fine to talk about it, but she kept glancing at Harry and she knew that he wanted to talk.

It was Lupin who asked first about the slayer, him being a DADA teacher in the past, and the new one in September, he was fascinated. Buffy was munching away at her pasta, listening to all sorts of conversations around her, from Charlie and Bill talking about dragons in Romania, to Willow and Hermione talking about the pros and cons about having a boyfriend.

Lupin cleared his throat and looked expectantly at Buffy from across the table. Trying to whisper the question, but finding it difficult because of the noise around him, he asked his question loudly and then blushed, looking extremely cute. "How long have you been a slayer Buffy?"

The entire room was silent, everyone was looking at Buffy. Then, Fred and George mock-gasped and put their hands to their hearts. "You're a slayer Buffy? We had no idea!" Fred grinned and Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Stop you two, you already knew."

"How?" Charlie and Bill chorused.

Fred and George stood up, serious looks on their faces, which made them look as if they were constipated. "Well, it is quite an amazing story." Fred started. Buffy rolled her eyes and leant back in her chair, ready for the twins to tell their 'version' of the story.

"We were in Hogsmeade once, last year-"

"Minding our own business of course-"

"Of course." George agreed. "It was dark-"

"And young, carefree and innocent as we boys are-"

Buffy snorted, but George continued after glaring at Buffy. "We accidentally turned down a dark alley-"

"And were confronted by five or six vampires."

"We were awfully surprised, but we overcame it and we shot a few spells-"

"Stunning charm, Sunlight spell, that sort of thing-"

"But we realised it wasn't stopping them. Thankfully, we had a few of our inventions in our pockets-"

"If anyone would like a sample, please see us after." Molly shot apologetic glances to everyone, and then returned to a motherly glare at the twins.

"Yes, so anyway, that wasn't as effective as we had hoped, and we soon found ourselves pinned up on the wall by a large vampire."

The twins then both got dreamy looks on their faces and their gaze rested on Buffy. "Suddenly, an angel flew out from the sky-"

"In leather-"

"With a tight ass-"

Buffy threw her napkin at them and it landed on George's face. He grinned at Buffy and continued. "It was amazing, she punched and kicked, and before we knew it, she had dusted every one of those vampires."

George got down from his chair and bowed to Buffy, who blushed, thoroughly embarrassed. "We were saved, and we didn't know how to thank her-"

"So we did the only thing we could think of-"

Buffy interrupted them, by telling the truth of what happened next. "So they grabbed my ass and I put them in a headlock."

The entire room burst into laughter and Fred and George sat back down on their seats after giving a bow.

"It was very firm." Fred added, throwing a wink at Buffy. Molly shrieked and thumped Fred on the back, which only caused everyone to laugh even harder.

"So that was how they found out?" Charlie asked, recovering from laughing. Buffy nodded.

"Leather, huh?" Bill teased, winking at a blushing Buffy.

"It's her slaying outfit." Ron supplied.

Molly looked horrified. "How do you know this?" She asked, in a tone that said she meant business. Ron blushed and seemed to sink in his chair.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley." Buffy apologised. "I occasionally took them out slaying with me."

"Buffy!" Giles chastised.

"It wasn't often!" Buffy protested. "And they didn't get hurt, honest!"

Molly seemed momentarily satisfied with her answer, and the occupants of the dinner table got back to eating their food and asking Buffy of her slaying experiences. She told them of how Willow, Ron, Hermione and Harry had found out (they had found out when Hermione was attacked by a bunch of vampires on Halloween in their first year) and of the demons she had faced.

It wasn't until late that Buffy and Harry had a chance to talk, and they ran up the stairs and settled in the girl's bedroom that Ginny, Hermione, Willow and Buffy would share. They sat in silence for a while, Buffy sitting cross legged on her bed, and Harry sitting on Willow's bed opposite. They sat; avoiding their gazes under Buffy got fed up and sighed.

"This is stupid." She said.

"Yeah." Harry agreed, grinning, his eyes hidden behind his black floppy hair.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

Harry was silent, wondering what to tell her, but then he was reminded by a voice at the back of his head that Buffy was one of his best friends, and she wouldn't act weird because of what he told her. Because of that reminder, Harry told her everything while Buffy sat holding his hand and nodding in all the right places.

He told her of what happened with Voldemort at the Ministry, he told her how Sirius died, he told her about the conversation he had had after the ministry incident with Dumbledore and he told her about the prophecy. He told her how he had been feeling so empty this summer, how he had lost the only family he had left and how he was scared about killing Voldemort. He didn't have enough hate for that, he explained, and even though he knew that Voldemort wouldn't think twice about killing him, he didn't think he was ready to kill someone. Buffy listened to all this, her heart going out to Harry as he told these things, and when he had finished, she did not know quite what to say. She could not tell him how to kill Voldemort, she could make the grief of Sirius dying go away. She felt helpless, but when she looked into his emerald eyes, which were full of emotion, it came to her with a bang.

"I promise," She started, kneeling down on the floor in front of him. She put her hand up to his cheek and brushed away a lone tear. "I promise that I will never, ever, leave you. I'll be here for you, every step of the way, anything you want, I'll give it to you, anything you need, and I'll get it. If you kill him, I'll be there next to you, if you don't, I'll be there. I promise I'll never leave you." She kissed his forehead, her tears wetting his raven hair and settled back down on the floor, smiling and squeezing his hand. Harry's eyes shone with love and admiration.

"Thank you." He choked, squeezing back. Buffy nodded and they lay on Buffy's bed, holding each other until they fell asleep.

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