I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or anything associated with it. It belongs to its creator Joss Whedon and whoever else owns it. This piece of literature is simply the work of a humble fan.

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:::Author Notes:::

This takes place during Season Four of Buffy. It's after the episode Restless (Where the First Slayer killed all of them in their dreams). For Harry Potter it takes place after the events of book five: Order of the Phoenix.

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Stars Not in Heaven

Chapter Three: The Hawk, the Letter, and the Visitor

By: Mage

Buffy plopped down on her bed. She gazed up at Anya smiling thinly. "I guess I'm going to need a little help finding him."

Anya blew her breath out. This day would have much better if she had just stayed at home. "Buffy, I'm sure your brother probably attends Hogwarts now. All you have to do is send a letter to Albus Dumbledore and I know he will help you out." Anya's eyes lit up as she recalled a memory. "I remember I was once called on to curse him by a lady friend of his. He actually sweet-talked me out of it. He had the prettiest eyes and — "

"Anya," said Buffy, interrupting the story. "No offense. But we don't really care about you trying to curse him. What is Hog's Head and who is Atlas Mumble and Snore?"

"Hogwarts is one of the most premiere schools of magic in England. And Albus Dumbledore is the Headmaster of the school. He's a really powerful wizard that is quite famous in some circles."

Willow sat down beside Buffy on the bed, looking up at Anya. "How do we contact this guy?"

"They use owls to deliver mail." For once there were no faces of disbelief or skepticism. Anya was actually surprised that they were listening to her. Usually, they would tune her out when she talked. She knew they only tolerated her because of Xander. Now, they were listening to her as if what she was saying was something that shouldn't be ignored. She decided she rather liked this feeling.

Xander frowned thoughtfully. "Owl? Where would we find an Owl?"

Willow clapped her hands together excitedly. Her lips were fixed into a large smile. "I know a spell we can use! Me and Tara have been practicing it on little things and so far it has worked fine."

Buffy gave her a go for it look. Willow got up and went to the desk along the wall. She picked up a pen and moved it to the center of the desk. She placed her hands above the pen and chanted. Willow invoked her power and her eyes turned black as she called upon the magic air around her.

"Goddess Hecate work they will,

Let the inanimate thing have wings to

Soar to the heavens and back!"

There was a cracking sound and a flash of white light in the place where the pen was. Perching serenely in the place of the pen was a beautiful brown-feathered hawk. Willow stuck out her lip in a pout. "I was going for a barn owl."

Giles looked at Willow with a little bit of pride. "I have to admit that was excellent display of transmogrification. Even if you made a mistake it was still good work. Transmogrification is a difficult area of magic to work."

Willow ducked her head blushing. "You think?"

Xander clapped her on her back. "Of course Will. You're getting real good with the magic mojo."

"That hawk should work just as well as an owl," said Anya. "It was created by magic so it will do your will."

Giles handed Buffy a notepad and pencil from the desk he was standing beside. Buffy grabbed the items. She kept her message short and to the point. No need to write her life story.

Dear Headmaster,

You don't know me but my name is Buffy Summers. I live in Sunnydale, California. I wanted to get in touch with you concerning a student of yours, Harry Potter. I have some information regarding the boy that is very important. I really need to talk to you about him. It's very urgent that we speak.

Buffy Summers

She handed it to Giles to read over. He looked up from the notebook paper with a raised eyebrow. "It is rather vague Buffy."

"I can't very well say hey I'm the long lost sister of Harry Potter, now can I?" she asked, rhetorically.

He handed her the paper back. She went to the hawk studying the bird curiously. "Ummm…I need you to take this to Albert Mumblemon."

"Albus Dumbledore!" corrected the four room's occupants.

Buffy rolled her eyes good naturally. "Yeah whatever," she said, looking down at the bird. The bird's eyes seemed to hold hidden intelligence that she had never witnessed in any bird. She folded the paper and stuck it in the hawk's beak. It flapped its wings and Buffy instinctively held up her arm as if to protect her face in case it flipped out. It flew in the air and landed on her outstretched arm. All it wanted was to be carried to the window. She went to the window opening it. The hawk gave a piercing cry before flying out into the sky.

Buffy watched it soar till even she couldn't see it anymore with her enhanced Slayer vision. She turned back to her friends who looked at her with various expressions. Anya bored, Willow sympathetic, Xander caring, Giles concerned.

"So are we done. I'm tired of Buffy's version Days our Lives," said Anya, bored.

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Buffy stood in front of her window looking at the moon hanging in the sky. The light shined down and illuminated her figure. She pressed her hand against the window glass. A sigh escaped her as she thought about how events lead up to this moment. She almost wished that she had Riley here with her. It was so lonely in the house by herself. A memory of her and Riley's last time together came to her mind….

It was only a week after Buffy's mother's funeral when it happened. Buffy and Riley had been very slowly growing apart since even before the accident. Joyce's Summers death was just the last straw. The two stood before each other on the front porch of Buffy's house. The air was awkward and they both could feel the tension between them.

"Riley."

"Buffy."

They laughed at how each other said their names at the same time. "You first," said Buffy, smiling thinly.

Riley nodded. He had his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He looked at the ground then up at her a little more than nervous. "Buffy, I know that with your Mom gone you need time to sort things out," he paused, sighing heavily.

Buffy stopped him. "Riley I know what you're going to say. We have both changed since we first started dating. The Initiative thing with Adam changed you." She took a minute to think her words carefully. "And my moms death has changed me a little too," she said more quietly.

"I know. Its almost like we are two different people than the two smiley faced kids who first started dating," said Riley, looking into her green eyes that met his own sadly.

Buffy laughed a little. "I almost wish that we could go back to that. But that means facing that psycho bitch Professor Walsh and Robo GI Joe Adam."

Riley laughed lightly. "None us want to go through that whole thing again." All humor vanished from his face and his expression turned serious. "Buffy, I got a call yesterday. It was the military . . . they want me back. It's deep undercover, no contact with civilians. Transport is leaving tonight."

Buffy looked up quickly her eyes widening. "Tonight," she said, disbelieving. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm telling you now."

She smiled although it didn't reach her eyes. Riley cupped her cheek with his hand. Buffy grabbed his hand and held it. "I guess this is goodbye then."

"I guess so," replied Riley, with the same sorrowful expression that mirrored her own.

He bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips. It wasn't a deep passionate kiss, but it conveyed the feeling and emotions that went into it. Buffy looked up at Riley, tears falling down her face. He gave her a small smile before turning around and walking down the street. Out of Sunnydale. And out of her life forever.

Buffy looked at the nighttime sky. She and Riley may have broken up, but she hoped he was alright wherever he was. She climbed into her bed a million thoughts racing around in her mind. Most were on her brother. She wondered if he looked like her or if they had anything in common. Buffy felt that she needed to be there for him. It was like a nagging sense in the back of her mind. She went to sleep that night with thoughts of her little brother that she hoped she would meet soon.

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Professor Dumbledore sat in his office going over mission reports from the Order of the Phoenix members. Many of the Order's agents had been on missions gaining intel on Voldemort and his possible whereabouts or possible plans. The Dark Lord had all but disappeared since the incident at the Ministry of Magic. He had broken into the building and tried to steal a prophecy that was made about him and Harry Potter. Dumbledore himself had placed the prophecy inside the Department of Mysteries fifteen years ago. Voldemort slipped up and now Fudge along with the whole wizarding world now knew of his return.

Dumbledore sighed feeling his age catch up to him. Fawkes let out a soothing trill of notes that made the old wizard smile.

"Thank you my friend. I wish we knew what he was up to," he confessed, to the Phoenix.

Fawkes let out a few notes. Dumbledore smiled wider as if understanding the melodious tone the great scarlet bird produced. Professor Dumbledore usually had his office window open in the daytime, since people usually flooded him with owl messages. Having the window open just made it easier to receive his mail.

He was quite surprised when a hawk came flying through his window. Having a bird that was not an owl deliver a message was somewhat unusual even among the wizarding world. He took the paper that was held within the brown hawk's beak. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Whoever sent the bird used muggle paper instead of parchment to write on and he recognized the ink as the use of a pen instead of the heavy blotting that a quill caused. Many wizards had never even heard of pen before so whoever sent it was a muggleborn.

"Most peculiar," he muttered, unfolding the paper.

He quickly read through the note. He read it several more times to make sure he was reading it right. He didn't know the name Buffy Summers. It was somewhat familiar but he didn't know where he had heard it. What could she possibly know that concerned Harry Potter? He read the note one more time. This time his eyes focused on two words. Sunnydale, California.

"Merlin's beard!"

He knew what lay in Sunnydale. As a young wizard straight out of Teachers Academy, he visited the place that was said to be built atop of one of the Boca De Inferno, or Mouth of Hell. He was so daring and young then. He was looking anywhere for a little bit of excitement and action. When he heard about how mystical energy centered on the town, he was eager to go and have a look. One thing that the books failed to mention was how all the converging energy made spells go haywire. Wands were almost useless. Only the very simplest of spells could be performed. He found that out the hard way.

He was ambushed by some vampires that said they worked for the Master. With some quick thinking and a lot of running he was able to escape the vampire gang. He barely made it out the town. And he hadn't been there since.

The question was….why was witch on a Hellmouth?

Dumbledore knew that it could possibly be a trap set by Lord Voldemort, but it was highly unlikely. The Dark Lord steered away from Hellmouths, since they messed with his magic the same way it did all wizards and witches. His curiosity was getting the better of him. He had to meet the person who sent him the letter. If it really was urgent and concerned Harry. He had to leave immediately.

Dumbledore grabbed his cloak and departed his office. It was the summer and school wasn't in session, so there was no need to tell Minerva of his whereabouts. He walked across the grounds at a swift pace. As soon as he got past the school grounds, where the wards stopped, he apparated with a pop.

He appeared in a vaguely familiar area. It was a deserted street that he assumed was downtown. The sky was dark here whereas it was day in England. This was expected since he had traveled almost halfway around the world. Dumbledore pulled out the letter and his wand muttering a spell. The paper gave a sharp tug almost dragging him along in a direction. He had placed a Take Me charm on the letter. The paper was now charmed so that it would take him directly to the person who wrote the note. He walked for little over an hour before he came to a two-story house on a street called Rovello Drive. He shoved the letter in his pocket and walked onto the porch and rung the doorbell.

No one answered after he assumed was the tenth ring.

"Can I help you with something?"

Dumbledore spun around in surprise. Buffy looked up at the old man warily. Her hand wrapped around the sharpened stake that was inside of her jacket's pocket. You never could be sure on a Hellmouth. Even if said stranger reminded her of Gandalf from that Lord of the Rings movie.

Dumbledore smiled at Buffy warmly. "I'm Albus Dumbledore. I'm assuming your Buffy Summers."

He had actually came! She thought. Buffy felt a smile come onto her face. The man had a way to make people smile even if they didn't want to. "Yep that will be me," she stepped forward to shake his hand. "I'm Buffy."

She stepped beside him and unlocked the door opening it. She purposefully opened the door wider silently inviting him in. There was a no invite rule in the house. For obvious reasons. Buffy closed the door and hung her jacket up on the coat hanger beside the door.

They moved to the living room and sat on the couch. Dumbledore took the letter out of his pocket handing it to Buffy. "I must say, I am rather curious to know why a witch is living on a Hellmouth."

Buffy paused to think her answer through. She had sent the note almost three days ago. Honestly, she never believed that he would just up and come. Buffy thought that maybe he would just send a reply back. Maybe he has a lot of saved up frequent flyer miles, she thought silently.

Buffy let out a breath she had been holding. "Well, I never went to a magic school. When I got a letter when I was ten I told my parents I didn't want to go. They never explained to me that it was a magic school. Up until a couple days ago, I thought I was a normal girl." She winced as she realized that was sort of a lie. Being the Slayer was definitely not normal.

"How did you find out?" asked Dumbledore, truly interested in her story.

"I found some adoption records in my mother's room the other day. She recently passed away and I was cleaning out her clothes. The adoption records said that I was born in Canterbury, England. My real name is Elizabeth Lily Potter and the names listed for my parents were James Potter and Lily Evans. That makes me Harry's sister."

No one had ever seen the wizard with an expression of shock before. Maybe only a select few. Hell, he didn't even appear to be all that surprised two years ago when Harry told him that Lord Voldemort had arisen again. The complete baffled look on his face was something completely out of the norm for the Headmaster, whom some considered the most powerful wizard in the world.

Buffy whistled lowly. "If this is how you're going to react. I have to warn you that that revelation is only but the icing on the cake. So, do you need to get your heart medicine out because I don't want to be held responsible if you go into cardiac arrest after I tell you all about me."

Dumbledore confusion fell away as he let out a long laugh. Buffy had a teasing smile on her face that he had only seen on James Potter and Harry Potter respectively. She truly was her father's daughter. Dumbledore just met this girl and already he believed her incredible story. But the proof was in her face. She had hair like James' mother. He had taught Transfiguration when she attended Hogwarts. The softness of her face was definitely all Lily along with the eyes. But that grin and that easy going look was definitely James. He had seen it often enough.

"I must say thank you," Dumbledore chuckled. "I haven't laughed like that in a long time."

Buffy gave a quick bow. "Thank you, I'll be here all night!"

Dumbledore popped a lemon drop into his mouth. "Would you like one?"

Buffy nodded her head a rueful smile playing on her face. "My one weakness. I'm never able to turn down sweets. They might as well call me Buffy the Hyperactive Slayer."

Suddenly, Dumbledore started coughing. He regained his lost breath to see Buffy look at him concerned. "Excuse me. Did you say Slayer?" he asked, weakly.

Buffy put a hand to the back of her head grinning sheepishly. "Oops."

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That was just the perfect place for me to leave off! I know you are probably going to start throwing things if she doesn't meet up with Harry soon. ^_^ Don't fret. She'll meet up with the remaining Potter soon.

I'm not a fan of Riley AKA Captain Cardboard AKA Military Boy. I thought he was tad bit psychotic in Season Five. Letting vampires bite him. What was up with that?! Buffy said that she gave him everything. And his reply, "Yeah, but I don't feel it." ::::Shakes head::::: I never understood the interest in him.