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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Some of you had questions in your reviews. I don't like people being confused so here our your answers.

Q&A

Why is Buffy's last name Potter when Lily and James weren't married when they had her? – My cousin was born when his parents weren't married (they're still not), and he has his father's last name instead of his mothers.

Who Buffy will be with? — I still have no idea whatsoever. I figure it will come to me whenever.

What time of the year is it? — At the beginning of July.

That last chapter was fun to write. I always wanted the Dursley's to get what was coming to them. : ) Thos0e people are psychotic. I know you all got a kick out of reading it. Here is the next part. I hope you all like it.

Stars Not in Heaven

Chapter Six: No Ceiling and Murderous Death Stares

By: Water Mage

Buffy and Harry released each other from their hug. Harry stepped back a bright smile on his face. "I can't believe I actually have a sister."

Buffy smiled back. "Tell me about it. Not having a sister, but being adopted and having a brother."

Harry sat down next to Buffy on the trunk. "This is all too much. I'm going to need some time to process all of this."

Buffy nodded patting him on the shoulder. It was a lot of information to take in all at once. She had practically turned into a statue when she stood frozen in shock as she found out she was adopted. After a quiet five minutes, Harry looked up at her with a half smile. "I have a photo album with pictures of our parents. Do you want to see it?"

Buffy's eyes lit up. She nodded her head quickly. She had no idea what her parents looked like except for the way that Dumbledore described them to her. Harry motioned her off the trunk. He opened it and rummaged around for a bit before pulling out a handsome leather-covered book. He and Buffy sat back down on the trunk with the book between them. Buffy opened it curiously. On the first page was a wizard photograph of her parents. James was wearing a dashing tuxedo and Lily was dressed in a gorgeous white wedding dress. It was a picture taken from their wedding day. The couple in the picture smiled at Harry. When they looked at Buffy their smiles became even wider as they gazed upon their children with love.

Buffy sucked in a breath. Her first shock was that the picture was moving. It wasn't that surprising considering that her parents were magical themselves. The bigger surprise was seeing the couple in the picture look at her with such a loving stare.

"They know," she said, hoarsely.

Harry just nodded realizing what she was talking about immediately. Buffy couldn't speak, but Harry understood. He slung his arm around her shoulder in silent comfort. They turned the page and they lost themselves in the pictures. Smiling and waving at them from every page were pictures of their mother and father. At the last page Buffy closed the book and checked her watch.

"Whoa! What happened to the time? It's about two minutes till seven thirty."

Harry frowned. "We're going to use the Portkey right here. What if someone sees us?"

Buffy waved the question off as if it were not important. "Don't worry about that. Normal people tend to forget things that can't comprehend." She knew this from first hand experience. A gang of vampires once ruined Sunnydale High's Parent Teacher Night. All the parents' forgot about it the next day. That was just one of the many things Sunnydale residents turn a blind eye to. Harry still looked doubtful despite her reassurance.

She pulled the key from her pocket and held it to Harry. He grabbed the end and held onto his trunk at the same time. Right on time the familiar tugging from behind their navel pulled them into nowhere land. They landed in the middle of Dumbledore's office after a short trip. The Headmaster came down the stairs from the landing a book in his hand.

"I hope you didn't give the Dursley's a hard time, Buffy," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.

Buffy had a feeling that the wizard knew what she did to her uncle. She put on her best innocent smile. "No, not me. I was all happiness and sunshine girl. No attitude from me. Nope. Notha. Zilch."

Dumbledore smiled his eyes looking more amused with each word she spoke. "I don't doubt you." His gaze wandered to Harry. His eyes seemed to dim a little. "How has your summer been Harry?"

Buffy looked between Dumbledore and Harry. Both of their expressions had saddened somewhat. She had seen the same expressions on her friend's faces during the time after Angelus killed Ms. Calendar. Buffy could tell that Dumbledore was asking an underlying question of how has Harry been doing since Sirius' death. Harry lowered his eyes to the floor.

"My summer has been going well so far, sir," replied Harry.

"Excellent. I'm sure your sister has explained why you are here," said Dumbledore. At Harry's nod Dumbledore continued. "I have arranged rooms for both of you to stay in. I will show you the way if you'll follow me, please."

Buffy looked for her bags. They were nowhere in sight. "Albus, what happened to my stuff?"

"The house-elves have already taken your things to your room," answered Dumbledore.

Buffy raised an eyebrow at house-elves, but didn't ask. It was safer on her brain that way. Dumbledore led them out of his office. Buffy was getting her first dime tour of the castle. The portraits in the hallway moved and the stairs changed. If she hadn't lived in Sunnydale for four years she probably would have fainted at the strangeness of it all. When you have been turned into a rat, sent your boyfriend to hell, killed vampires and demons for a living, and blown up your high school to kill a giant snake demon… you were not that surprised at abnormal happenings anymore.

Dumbledore stopped in front of a long blue and bronze tapestry. "This is the entrance to your rooms." He placed his hand on the tapestry and said, "Hellmouth."

Buffy stared at Dumbledore incredulously. He gave her a lighted smile. She gasped, as the tapestry became transparent causing them to see right through it. Dumbledore walked forward right through the transparent tapestry as if it weren't even there. Buffy shot a questioning look at Harry who just shrugged and followed the headmaster into the room. Buffy proceeded after them and got her first look at her new room. They stood in the middle of a spacious living area that was decorated with tasteful modern furniture. At opposite ends of the room was a door.

"These doors lead to your rooms. I hope they are to your liking."

Buffy and Harry examined their rooms curiously. Buffy's things were sitting on her bed when she walked in. Their rooms were similar, but varied in theme and colors. They met back in the living area satisfied with the arrangement. Dumbledore was standing by the doorway. "Dinner will be served in the Great Hall shortly. Some of the staff is still here and I'm sure they will delighted in seeing you."

"We will be there, sir," said Harry.

Dumbledore walked out the room leaving them alone. They sat on the couch sighing at how comfortable it was. Crossing her legs together Buffy turned to Harry. She smiled brightly. "Time to play catch up. Tell me about yourself."

Harry shook his head grinning. "You already know stuff about me, but I don't know anything about you. So, you go first."

Buffy had a mental debate with herself. She didn't know if she should tell him everything or just a condensed version. She told Riley a condensed version and when he found out the whole truth he freaked. Harry was going to find out the truth sooner or later. He should find out sooner rather than later. Secrets ended up always hurting people. Buffy made her decision. She was going to tell Harry the truth.

Harry listened to her as she talked about her childhood and life with her parents. When she got to the part where she found out she was the Slayer she took a deep breath. "I was in the locker room when Merrick told me of my destiny. I was the Slayer."

Harry cocked his head thinking intently. He had heard that word before. A passing memory from History of Magic almost came into focus only to fizzle away into nothing. He couldn't remember what a Slayer was but he knew that Professor Binns had mentioned it before in class.

"What's a Slayer? I have heard it before but I can't remember what one is," said Harry.

Buffy had this part memorized. She had only heard Giles say it no less than a hundred times. "Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill to fight the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers." She flipped her hair over her shoulder her expression turning irritated. "Of course they forgot to mention. I had to fight demons, monsters, and everything else that goes bump in the night. Oh yeah, can't forget about all the apocalypses," said Buffy, as if it were no big deal.

That triggered Harry's memory and he fully remembered what a Slayer was. "You're a Slayer!" he said, gaping stupidly.

"It's more the Slayer. There is only one. Well there is two now. But I really don't count Faith. She's this skanky hoe and she's all come on B we're the chosen two. Blah. Blah. Blah." She stopped her mini rant seeing Harry's confused and amused face.

She smiled sheepishly. "Er— right. So, I found out I was the Slayer. That very same night I was first introduced to vampires . . . "

Buffy told him the real extended version. She had left some things out when she talked to Dumbledore. She felt some things he wouldn't understand even if he tried. When she got to the part about running Angel through with a sword and sending him to hell she completely broke down. She still felt the guilt of her action weighing upon her even though Angel forgave her. Harry held her as she cried on his shoulder. He completely empathized with her. Both of them had been forced into situations that they had no control over. She had to become the Slayer. He had to be the one who kills Voldemort or Voldemort would kill them, so says the prophecy. Buffy collected herself and finished the rest of her story. Telling him about Kendra, Faith, the Mayor, Spike, the Initiative, Adam, and the events that led up to this moment.

Harry stared at Buffy. "You did all that," he said, awed.

Buffy nodded. "I've been the Slayer for four years now, which is pretty good. I keep trying to get Giles to tell the Council to send me a plaque or something. It's not like I will ever get a perfect attendance one from school."

They laughed at her joke. Harry's growling stomach only caused them to laugh harder. Buffy stood up. "I guess we should head to the cafeteria. You can tell me about your version of This Is Your Life when we come back."

Harry smiled a secretive smile as he led her out the room. "Buffy, we don't have a cafeteria."

She spun around. "Where do you eat at then? I can't remember what Dumbledore said about dinner being at." She snapped her fingers at one of the portraits that were ogling her middle region. "Hey, Hey. Eyes up front, buddy."

Harry stood before the closed doors of the Great Hall grinning widely. Buffy eyed him suspiciously. "What's with the I'm a Disney super villain grin."

He swung open the door answering her question. His laughter rang loudly throughout the room. Harry filed away Buffy's shocked expression for later. Buffy was still as a statue with her jaw dropped gazing at the spectacular splendor of the hall. Harry reacted the same way when he first saw it, but the novelty wore off after eating in it everyday. Buffy had to admit the room was beautiful. At least she knew why Harry looked the way he did when she called it a cafeteria.

Buffy walked alongside Harry to the head table. "We didn't have anything like this in my high school."

Harry laughed. "You still haven't seen the outside."

Professor Dumbledore smiled at them warmly. "I see Harry showed you the way Buffy. I believe introductions are in order. Only some of the staff is with us this evening. The rest won't be back till the week before school starts."

Harry saw that Madam Pomfrey, Professor Vector, and the four Head of Houses were all present beside Dumbledore. They all regarded Buffy with open curious stares. Harry and Snape's eyes met in a cold stare. Harry tuned everything out as he felt the searing rage he felt towards the Potions Master rise up full force. It was his fault that Voldemort invaded his mind. If he had just continued teaching him Occlumency instead of kicking him out, Sirius would still be alive. Harry pursed his lips together tightly. He snapped his head around feeling a warm hand slide into his. His sister gave him a calming smile. Buffy had seen his reaction to seeing Snape. Dumbledore had told her of their somewhat heated history between one another.

Dumbledore had introduced all of the current staff to Buffy. A mischievous smile came to his face when it was time to introduce Buffy. "This is Buffy Sum —"

"Potter," said Buffy, correcting him. "Buffy Potter. Harry is my brother." She said knowing they were going to ask anyway.

McGonagall looked back and forth between Buffy, Harry, and Dumbledore. "Albus, you surely don't mean! There are no other Potter's."

Snape's cold black eyes widened along with the rest of the staff's at the revelation. "As much as I hate to agree. McGonagall is right. There are no other Potters." The staff was right behind him with their thoughts. They all put in their opinions. Dumbledore held up a hand and instantly the Great Hall became silent once more.

"This is not up for discussion. She speaks the truth. She is Buffy Potter. The first born child of Lily and James Potter." He smiled at Buffy and Harry and gestured to the empty seats behind him. "Would you like to sit down."

They didn't need to be told twice. Buffy was getting a little creeped out with the adults. They were studying her as if she were on exhibit. She was seated next to Dumbledore with Harry on her other side. The food on her plate was very appetizing. She immediately dug in. It was some of the best she had ever eaten. Buffy almost choked on her chicken as she gazed at the ceiling above her or lack there of. She leaned over whispering quietly so only Harry could hear.

"You didn't say this place had no ceiling!"

Harry bit the inside of his cheek a smile threatening to take over his face. He looked at Buffy innocently. "Did I? It must have slipped my mind."

She snorted, "Yeah, right. And I'm the queen of all vampires." She held up her hand seeing his mouth open. "Nope, don't say anything. I suppose the ceiling is magic or something."

He nodded a smile still on his face. Buffy went back to eating watching the ceiling warily. It's not that she didn't trust their magic. It's just a little disorienting to be eating in a room with a ceiling that reflects the sky outside. Buffy shivered suddenly feeling a tingly feeling run down her spine.

"Oh, no. My spider sense is tingling," she muttered, quietly in her Peter Parker voice.

Non-conspicuously, she gazed around the head table at all the staff. Green met black in an unwavering stare. Snape was staring at Buffy coldly as if she was a bug beneath his feet. He gave her a sneering smile that made her blood boil. She glared at him her gaze turning frosty. "Is there something you want," she hissed.

The table became silent watching the staring match between the blonde and the Potions Master. Snape visibly bristled at her comment. "I fail to see how you can be Potter, when everyone knows that Harry is the first born child of Lily and James."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "We'll everyone is wrong then. Now, can I eat my dinner without having you undress me with your eyes. I think I'm a little too young for you, Chester."

The whole table erupted in laughter at the insult. The teachers were almost rolling on the floor laughing. Dumbledore held up his hand as Snape blew up preventing him from delivering an angry retort. "That is enough Severus. I need for you all to trust my judgement. She is indeed the first born child of Lily and James."

Harry had to wipe the tears from his eyes he was laughing so hard. He tapped Buffy on her shoulder. "Hey, Buffy. Why did you call Snape, Chester?"

Buffy giggled a little. "Oh, that. When I was a kid, my friends use to call this dirty old guy Chester the Molester. It just came to me when I realized that Snape looks a little like him."

The table had coincidentally quieted down at that moment. Everyone at the table heard Buffy's explanation. Once again, the whole table was roaring with laughter. Snape looked murderous. If looks cold kill Buffy would literally be dead. She gave him a cheeky grin and a small wave. His eyes narrowed and Buffy could swear she saw a vein throb on his forehead. She met his gaze evenly. Harry looked back and forth between the two quickly. Silently, unbeknown to anyone a war had just started at Hogwarts. In one corner was the Slayer, Buffy Potter, and in the other corner was the Potions Master, Severus Snape. May the best man . . . or girl win.

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Oh! Tensions arise. I suddenly feel the need to sing that song 'Its Almost Over Now,' by N.E.R.D. I always thought that made a good fight song. Do you like it so far? What do you think I should add and whatnot? I sometimes use ideas from readers if they are possible.