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Chapter 11

"There is no business," Dumbledore said rather matter-of-factly.

This didn't seem to slow Sirius down. "What? I've been gone, what, three months, and nothing has happened? What about Fudge? What about the Ministry? What about the rest of the escaped convicts? What about..."

Dumbledore was not fazed in the slightest at Sirius' outburst. "Calm yourself Sirius. "Your question pertained to Lord Voldemort. There has been no reaction nor retaliation for the events at the end of spring. Harry has made great strides with his Occlumency lessons, so he has not suffered the pains caused by Voldemort's dramatic swings of mood.

"I can only assume he is biding his time and making plans for the near future. The Ministry's Aurors are well aware of the problem and are expending every effort in finding all of the escapees and their leader."

Sirius leaned back in his chair with a defeated look on his face. "Great, now that I can actually do something in the fight, there's no fight."

Dumbledore smiled warmly, "On the contrary, Sirius. I believe there is the matter of your Godson's emotional well being."

"Harry's in trouble?" The last coming from Faith.

"Ah yes, Miss Faith."

"Just, Faith." She urged.

"Very well. As to Harry being in trouble.. let's say that there are very few times that Mr. Potter is not in some kind of peril." He was pleased with himself at his little joke. "I daresay if his marks improve he will make a formidable Auror one day."

He set his hands together and set them on the table. "Now, if I may ask, what are your specific talents that has Sirius interested enough to bring you to our world?"

I decided to chime in. "Uh ... actually he didn't bring us."

"We insisted on helping," Buffy said.

"Indeed." He sounded pleasantly surprised.

Buffy nodded. "Faith and I are Slayers. Willow is a witch and Xander is ..."

Xander interrupted. "Apparently I'm comic relief."

Now the Professor was confused and from the look on his face I think that is a very rare thing. He turned to Sirius.

"Albus, their story is very interesting and there is something that I don't think you are aware of."

Now curiosity got the best of the Professor. "And that may be..."

"In her reality, Faith has read a series of children's stories about us."

I smiled at his reaction. He almost seemed amused at a nonexistent joke, however Sirius' stone face convinced him otherwise. Faith rose from her seat and took her bag along with her to stand just in front of the Professor. She set the bag on the table in front of him and took out a couple of books.

Dumbledore sat transfixed as he read the titles. Faith laid out three more books, each increasing in size. He followed each book with his eyes, scanning the titles until he reached the last book which he took in hand.

After a few moments and many pages flipping he stopped and sighed. "May I borrow these books for the night?"

Faith smiled. "They're yours. I bought them for you. Well actually B bought them, but..."

His eyes twinkled. "The sentiment is well received, young lady. Thank you."

"That's not all," Sirius noted.

Dumbledore's eyes shifted back. "This evening is becoming quite reveling, Sirius. Pray tell, what else is there to include?"

"Harry and Hermione recognized these four."

"Indeed," he sounded fascinated. "Where from?"

"Muggle television. It seems while we are fictionalized in book form in their reality, they are treated the same in ours except in a different media."

A startled look came into his eyes. then they calmed as if nothing happened. He began stacking the books. "If you will excuse me. I have a few things that need taken care of. I will have one of the prefects show you to your rooms for the evening."

He looked up at Faith. "Thank you for your gift." He took out his wand and jabbed it at the books. "Locomotor Books."

All five books rose on their own and followed close behind the Professor as he left the room.

Buffy sniffed. "Talk about your quick exits."

Faith plopped down back in her chair and kicked her feet up. "Don't trip, B. He's always like that. But he's good people."