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. I don't own Harry Potter neither. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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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 are your answers.
Q&A
Will Harry's mysterious powers be explained? — They sure will. They just won't be explained in this chapter.
In the next installment will it be a Buffy and Sirius pairing? — No, it will not be a Buffy/Sirius. They would make an interesting couple, but no. I have a person in mind and it's not anyone from the Harry Potter-verse.
Why did you bring Sirius back? — Everyone has a part to play in the big scheme of things. Let me just say Sirius isn't just going to sit around on the sidelines.
Will Buffy and Spike get together? — Nope. I'm not much of a Spuffy fan anymore. I started watching reruns of the show and I remembered what a psycho Spike used to be. So there will be no Buffy and Spike action.
Thanks to everyone that reviewed the last chapter. You guys really loved Sirius returning. I did too ^_^ I know the portal thing was a little weird. But I think that only a select few will understand the meaning behind it. The people recognized where I got it from—you know who you are. You can have a cookie! cookie It was one of my favorite scenes in the whole series.
Correction: I put on Sirius tombstone that he died June 18, but really he died May 28. I didn't know the exact date then and I put an estimated guess.
Stars Not in Heaven
Chapter Sixteen: Hark, the Herald Angels Sing
By: Water Mage
William VanHelson, caretaker and keeper of the grounds of Dagda Memorial cemetery, went to work and did his job just like he did every night. He started by tending to the headstones that needed cleaning then moved along to patrolling the grounds for anything that might be out of place. William was a wizard with a full beard, graying blond hair, and tall physique. He expected this night to be like every other night on the job, but he was wrong. A softly whistled song blew from his lips as he walked between the rows of gleaming, white headstones.
"Hark! The herald angels sing," William sang softly, pulling his jacket that he wore over his robes closed, as the wind blew a gust of cold air suddenly. "Glory to the newborn King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild…"
Suddenly the wind began to blow till it became nearly howling. William looked around alarmed, his long hair blowing wildly about in the sudden wind. He watched in wonder as a beam of light rained down from the heavens and impacted an object in front of a headstone, yards ahead of him. The light flashed and William shielded his eyes blinded by the intensity. A moment later, he moved his arm away and looked at the new phenomenon in front of him in awe. A spherical, silver shape was glowing in mid air. The portal moved about like waves of the ocean, constantly swirling and churning every second.
"Oh, my…" he whispered as the portal flared and a figure dropped from it.
William didn't watch the figure, instead staring at the portal hypnotically. The portal flashed again and it sucked into itself and disappeared as quickly as it appeared. William stared dumbfounded at the air, looking star struck. It was only after noticing that the figure had stood up that he came back to himself.
William approached the man noticing that he was saying something, probably reading the headstone inscription; noticing the way his eyes scanned the headstone.
"Hey, buddy are you okay?" called William.
Sirius turned around the broken communication mirror held tightly in his hand. The mirror dropped from his hand and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Sirius rubbed his eyes hard as his vision began to blur and suddenly he started to sway on his feet, till he tipped backwards and fell to the ground unconscious.
William raced to Sirius' side and checked his pulse and breathing. He gave a sigh of relief noticing that his pulse was steady and his breath was labored.
"What are you?" questioned William softly. In his worry over Sirius he didn't notice the long, white feathers that lay on the ground. The wind blew again and the feathers floated away in its gentle currents.
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Two weeks later . . .
Buffy and Harry stood in the bustling entrance hall of Hogwarts. The students were all exiting the school with their trunks and things intent on getting to the Hogwarts Express. The first term had ended yesterday and the Yule Holiday's officially started today for the Hogwarts students venturing home. With Voldemort back all of the students preferred to go home to their families then remain at the school.
"I'll miss you guys," said Hermione, hugging Buffy and Harry separately with so much force that they winced. She stepped back to stand beside Ron who was rolling his eyes at her over enthusiastic goodbye. Ron had said his good-byes with a little more dignity and less excitement.
"We'll miss you too," replied Harry smiling.
Buffy nodded a smile on her face also. "You have a good holiday and stay away from guys with music video wind and overbites."
"I don't get it," said Ron scratching his head in confusion.
Hermione and Harry laughed knowing exactly what she was talking about. Buffy still hadn't got over Dracula putting a thrall over her. Snape hadn't forgot Dracula either, since Buffy and Remus dropped his name every time they found Snape brooding in the Teachers Lounge.
Hermione laughed. "I'll be sure to do that, Buffy."
Ron and Hermione waved once, picked up their things, and departed the entrance hall. Buffy and Harry went to the Great Hall where the Professors who were staying, were having lunch. All the tables were pushed against the walls and only one long table sat in the middle of the room.
"I thought you two were leaving?" asked Professor McGonagall, taking a sip of pumpkin juice from her goblet.
"We are," responded Buffy. "I just have to talk to Remus for a minute."
Remus looked up surprised and stood up. The three of them walked outside the great hall to have a little privacy. "So what do you want to talk about?" asked Remus.
"Me and Harry were thinking, since you're just staying at the castle for Christmas would you like to come to Sunnydale with us?"
Remus blinked surprise-registering plain on his face. "You mean spend Christmas with you and your friends?"
"And brother…" commented Harry grinning.
Remus paused then a smile made its way onto his face. He nodded and said, "Thank you, I'll love to spend the Holidays with you guys."
Buffy gave him further details and the three broke up to go get ready to leave. Two hours later, Buffy and Harry stood in their living room with their things sitting in a neat little pile. Harry was tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for Buffy to return from her room. Harry checked his watch that he had received from Professor Dumbledore on his birthday.
"Buffy! Some time today!" called Harry loudly.
Buffy appeared from her room with yet another suitcase in her hands. She gave Harry a glare, piling her suitcase on top of the small mound of other bags. "You make it sound as if I'm the one that's holding us up."
"Might as well be," muttered Harry, taping his wand against the bags shrinking them and putting them inside of his pockets.
Buffy rolled her eyes putting on an affronted look and said mockingly, "Oh please, tardiness the eight deadly sin."
Harry chuckled and the tapestry that guarded their rooms turned transparent. Remus entered dressed in muggle clothes and a bag slung over one shoulder. Harry had to admit that being friends with Buffy had done some good to Remus. He laughed more these days and he seemed younger then when Harry had first met him at the age of thirteen. Harry theorized that the reason Remus had looked so worn out back then was because he didn't have any friends, considering what happened to his last friends, the Marauders.
"Ready to go?" asked Remus.
"Yep, we're ready," answered Buffy with a grin. She fixed her hair into a ponytail with ease as she fished out the portkey from her pocket. Dumbledore had created it earlier and set it on a time limit.
Harry gave a deep breath, smiling nervously. "Here we go."
Buffy slung an arm over his shoulder. "Don't worry, Harryback they'll love you."
Harry glowered at her and Remus laughed. They gathered their luggage and double-checked to make sure they weren't leaving anything behind and then together the three of them touched the portkey and the world went spinning away in a dazzling array of whirling colors. Their feet landed lightly on the hardwood floor of the Summers' living room. Buffy looked around feeling a rush of emotions hit her all at once. This was her home. The house she hadn't seen in months and just now realizing how much she had missed it. The living room was decorated with an array of brightly colored Christmas lights and a tall white and green tree was displayed proudly in the middle of the room. Her head turned all around searching for Willow, Tara, or anyone of her friends.
Remus and Harry stood beside Buffy taking in their new surrounding the same as she had. Buffy swept her arm around the room. "Welcome to el casa de Summers," she said warmly.
They walked into the dining room and stopped. Sitting around the table was Willow, Giles, Anya, Xander, and Tara. The five of them were gathered around the table staring intently at a map that was laid before them. Buffy opened her mouth to announce her presence but stopped as she listened to the conversation going on in the room.
"What does restoration do?" asked Giles, taking a sip from a glass of wine. He rolled a pair of dice and wrote something down on a pad.
"It cures all," said Xander reading from a thick red book.
Giles raised his eyebrow, giving Xander a bewildered look and asked. "What's the point of greater restoration?"
"It's better!" replied Xander and Willow simultaneously.
Anya gave Giles a sharp look. "Heal me, please!" she said annoyed.
"Ok, it's been a while, so I'm rusty," said Giles, taking off his glasses and swiping them with a handkerchief then putting them back on his face. He mumbled some words reading from a card. Instead of healing he accidentally casts inflict light wounds.
"OW!! You've got it backwards there…"
Buffy couldn't hold it in any longer. She placed her hand on her hip and said laughing, "How much the creepy is it that you guys are all playing Dungeons and Dragons like it's a normal everyday thing?"
"Buffy!" five different voices said in surprise, heads turning instantly in her direction.
The next thing Buffy knew multiple pairs of arms were around her, hugging her for dear life. Buffy hugged everyone back with an equal intensity. She pulled back wiping at her eyes wearing a large, bright smile on her face.
"So, what's the what?" Buffy asked, smiling.
Willow grinned happily. "Nothing much with us," she said, looking past Buffy seeing for the first time the shy looking Harry and the serious Remus standing behind Buffy. "But I see you brought people with you."
Buffy pulled the two forward into the others line of sight. "This is Remus Lupin. He's a friend that used to know our parents. He's going to be staying here with us till we go back." Remus smiled a small smile and nodded at the introduction. "And this is my little brother Harry Potter," she said proudly.
Harry smiled shyly and said, "Hello."
"Hi," said Willow brightly. "I'm Willow and this is my girlfriend Tara."
Harry had heard that Willow was a lesbian from Buffy and he really didn't have a problem with it whatsoever. After all Sirius and Remus had often seemed a little too close to him. He wasn't sure but sometimes he always thought there was something going on or went on between them.
Xander stepped forward offering his hand to shake Harry's. "I'm Xander also known as the Xand-man also the Key Guy. Anything you want or need you can come to me."
Anya looked nervous as Harry said hello to her. She flushed a light red. "I'm Anya or Anyanka once the patron Saint of scorned women. I must say it is an honor to meet you. That was quite some powerful magic that you used when you destroyed Voldemort sixteen years ago. It's still talked about in some circles—"
"Umm… thank you, I guess," Harry said slowly.
"Now, me and some of my girlfriends have a betting pool going… from one Voldemort hater to another... what are the odds of you winning against him in a duel?"
"Anya!"
Anya rolled her eyes at the glares received from the rooms occupants. Giles shook his head, looking at her disapproving. "You would do well if you don't take everything Anya says to heart."
Laughing, Harry replied, "Don't worry I didn't. I have had worse things said about me."
"Now—Now—Now it's starting to feel nor—normal around here," stuttered Tara softly, smiling a shy smile. "It was too quiet before."
"Nothing is ever normal around me," replied Buffy. "So long as I'm around expect something big to go down, while I'm here."
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A small cottage sat nestled in the arms of a sheltered valley that few knew of. The valley also known as the Witches Vale was home to a select few witches and wizards who sought to live a sheltered life away from the rest of the world… Magical and muggle alike. In the small, wooden cottage two people whom had never met stayed residing within.
Sirius opened his eyes, blinking quickly as the light took some time to get used to. Once accustomed to the light streaming through the windows, Sirius sat up in the comfy bed he lay in. He looked around finding himself in some unknown bedroom. The walls were decorated with pictures of strangers and the window outside overlooked a running stream and an ongoing forest that was covered in a blanket of white snow.
"I see you finally woke up," stated a deep voice with a German accent.
Sirius looked to the door seeing his host for the first time. William entered the room carrying a tray of warm food.
"Where am I?" asked Sirius concerned. "How did I get here?"
William sat the tray down and pushed Sirius back down on the bed. "Easy there fellow, breath deep." William related the events of how he found Sirius to him till he eventually lead up to this exact moment. "And then you passed out and I brought you here and took care of you. You've been asleep for two weeks."
"If you don't mind me asking what's your name?" questioned William.
Sirius didn't want to lie to this kind man, but he couldn't risk him contacting the Ministry of Magic. So Sirius blurted out the first name he could think of, "My name is Remus Lupin."
"Well Remus do you want to tell me how you appeared from that whatever it was?"
Sirius thought about how he appeared in the cemetery. Everything was a little fuzzy, but he could remember light. So much light. He had a feeling that with time he would remember. Now, he just needed time to recollect himself and figure out what he was going to do.
"Mr…"
"William," William offered clarifying.
"Well, William can you do something for me?"
"Sure."
"Contact Professor Albus Dumbledore at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and tell him that Padfoot is here with you," Sirius said slowly and carefully so that William could remember and understand the importance of the message.
William nodded and stood from his chair beside the bed. "I'll do it right away."
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"Then Buffy says, 'It feels like I've been Single White Femaled'. She was so jealous!" laughed Willow.
The living room was filled with another row of laughter from those gathered. The Sunnydale residents were currently filling the Britains in on some of Buffy's most embarrassing moments. Buffy had tried to play the affronted victim, but had gave up within five minutes and started laughing with the rest of them. She even added in things that would make the story even funnier.
"Hey!" voiced Buffy loudly. "I wasn't jealous. How would you like it if someone who said, 'Five by five' all day suddenly invaded your lives and hung all over your friends? Hello! Can anyone say The Talented Mr. Ripley?"
"The Talented Mr. Ripley," answered Harry smiling cheekily.
Buffy gave him a haughty look. "Ha ha."
The sound of the opening and closing of the front door startled them out of their conversation. Buffy looked around the room and counted people. "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven," she counted. "Eight is me. So who the hell is this?"
"Hello, boys and girls," said Spike waltzing into the living room cigarette in mouth. Spike was dressed in his usual black attire… black pants, boots, shirt, and duster. He did a double take when he noticed Buffy sitting in the living room amidst the gathered group. He stared at her for a second till his familiar cocky smile appeared on his face. "Finally, the out and about Slayer comes back to good ol' Sunnyhell. Somebody crack out the Malt Liquor 'cause the Undead Playgroup is back together."
Buffy stood up glaring at Spike with a look of pure loathing. "Well if isn't the friendly neighborhood bloodsucker." She looked around at her friends. "Anyone want to tell me why Evil Dead is here?"
Willow stood up quickly, giving Buffy her please listen face. "Oh yeah… You see Spike's been helping us out a lot lately. Like a week ago he even punched Tara in the face—"
"HE WHAT?!" yelled Buffy, stepping forward her hands balled into fist. "I've been hoping I could dust the Big Bad…"
Spike whom had been silent glared at her with an equal ferocity. "Oh, its like that is it, Slayer? Well bring it on Slutty the Vampire Layer…"
Willow hurriedly went in between the two of them and held out both arms quickly and whispered, "Separate!"
An invisible force pushed Buffy and Spike backwards in the chest, causing them to spring backwards stumbling over their feet. Willow gave Buffy an I'm Sorry expression. "Sorry, Buffy. You didn't let me explain. Tara's family came and tried to take her away. All her life they made her think that the women in their family who could use magic were demons. They tried to take her back with them, but we wouldn't let them. Spike helped stand up to them too. He punched Tara and his chip went off, proving she wasn't a demon and she was human. When we told them this they had no choice but to admit they were wrong and turn tail and run back home."
"He-He-He didn't have to Buffy," said Tara speaking up for Spike. "But he did. He-He's a friend."
Buffy appraised Spike slowly and said, "You didn't go and get a soul did you? Cause I don't think I could handle a Souled-Spike doing the Anne Rice Routine."
"No, I don't have a bleedin' soul. Do I look like Captain Hair Gel? One whiny, nancy boy, slayer lovin', soul having vampire is enough in the world, there is no need for two, thank you."
"What are you here for, Spike?" asked Buffy clearly annoyed at having him anywhere remotely close to her.
Spike sneered at her and said, "I came to see if you had any handy carryout packets of bloods. I stopped by Watcher boy's place, but he wasn't there so I figured he was with the boy and the witches."
Giles sighed, feeling greatly irritated at having the vampire depend on him. But he did owe Spike for helping them out last week when he didn't have to. "I do have some packets at home. Give me a minute and I'll go and get them."
Spike nodded blowing the cigarette smoke in the air. His cool blue eyes scanned the room taking in the familiar faces and the not so familiar faces. His eyes settled on Remus and one look at him and Spike could tell he was a Werewolf. They tended to look a little wiser than most when you gazed into their eyes. Next, his gaze landed on Harry. Spike's brow furrowed as he stared at Harry. The Slayerettes had told him that Buffy was going to England for family in particular a brother, but they never mentioned a name. So, when Spike's eyes settled on the famous lightening bolt shaped, scar he gasped in shock.
Those gathered in the room looked at Spike in surprise as he gasped and pointed at Harry in stunned shock. "You're Harry Fuckin' Potter! I can't bloody believe it. Never in all my unlife—"
"…Hi," replied Harry stunned by Spike's exclamation.
Spike grinned widely. "Good on you, mate! Destroying the Dark Lord the way you did. What a ponce that guy was? It was muggle this and magic needs to be supreme… blah, blah, blah… Anyway, I'm Spike, Slayer of Slayers, William the Bloody… You've heard of me?"
Of course Harry had heard of Spike before. In History of Magic they had covered famous European vampires for six weeks. Spike and the rest of his ancient vampire sect called the Order of Aurelius were covered in the section in which they learned about.
Harry played dumbfounded. "William the who? Nope, never heard of you."
"I can show why they call me Spike," he suggested smiling evilly.
Buffy cracked her knuckles marching to Spike. "You were so much more docile when you were in a wheelchair… what did Angelus used to call you… Sit 'n' Spin." She smiled widely as Spike glared icily. "I think you've officially worn out your welcome…"
"Bye Spike," said Anya, watching with the others as Buffy tossed Spike outside.
"That was… interesting," said Remus with a small smile.
"This is just a slow day," replied Giles, shaking his head.
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Dumbledore apparated in front of the cottage of William VanHelson. When he had got a call through the Floo Network saying that William had Padfoot in his care, he had come as quickly as he could. Dumbledore knew that this could have been a hoax of some kind but only a select few knew that Sirius' nickname was Padfoot. If it was a trick Dumbledore had his wand and there wasn't a person in the world that was better than him with a wand expect for Tom Marvolo Riddle alias Lord Voldemort. Dumbledore walked forward and knocked hard on the front door waiting for an answer.
The door opened a moment later and William stood there. "Professor Dumbledore, please come in."
Dumbledore entered the homely cottage and William led him to the bedroom. William showed Dumbledore to the room and left to go and prepare food for his guest and also to give the two some privacy. Dumbledore twisted the doorknob and opened the door. The sight of Sirius sitting up in the bed reading a magazine caused him to stop and stare.
"By the Powers," Dumbledore whispered astonished.
Sirius grinned and said, "You must be getting old, sir. My name is Sirius."
Dumbledore laughed softly still staring at Sirius in amazement. He moved to the bed sitting down in the chair that William had left there.
"I don't understand. How are you here? How did you get here? No one has ever come back from beyond the veil."
Sirius frowned as the memories that had been so unclear earlier had slowly started to right and started to make more sense to him. Sirius began trying to piece the fragmented memories together. "I remember falling and then there was bright light. It was all around me, surrounding me. There were people there too. I can't remember their faces, but I loved them and they loved me. We were together, singing glory to… someone. The last thing I remember is someone speaking to me then a great yanking and there was… loss. I woke up in the cemetery and I saw my headstone. After that I passed out and William took care of me while I remained in a coma for two weeks."
"Oh Sirius," Dumbledore said softly. He touched the man on his shoulder giving it a squeeze. "We have all missed you so much. Do you know where you went? No one is sure of what's beyond the veil."
Sirius looked at Dumbledore pensively. His expression was sad as he answered, "…I think I was in heaven."
Dumbledore stared at him in dismay, realizing for the first time the full ramifications of this event. To be pulled out of heaven then having to be brought back to live on earth was going to be hell… literally. Dumbledore had read of such experiences happening before. If Sirius didn't find something to live for and soon there was no telling what he would do to feel that completeness… peacefulness… love, again.
Sirius seemed to realize that Dumbledore was still there for he shook himself from his thoughts. He looked uncomfortable for a moment as he realized all of what he just said. Sirius sighed and scolded himself for thinking such morbid thoughts. Sirius paused then looked to Dumbledore sharply. "Is Harry safe? He's safe right?"
A smile slowly formed on Dumbledore's face. "Safe?" he chuckled. "Sirius there is no doubt he's safe."
"What do you mean?" questioned Sirius puzzled.
"Around July something completely extraordinary happened…"
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The gang had retired for the night and Remus and Harry slept in the guestroom and Buffy slept in her room. Buffy tossed and turned in her bed as her dreams turned from her and a dark haired stranger making love to her standing in a field. The dream was unlike any of her previous ones. People were all around her and the green fields she stood on were littered with dead bodies. The people still alive were shooting spells at one another with wands. Buffy watched from a spectator's point of view as the people in red robes battled against a force of people in black. It may have been a dream but Buffy could actually smell smoke and the scent of fried flesh from the bodies drift though the air.
Buffy looked around and up ahead she could see the familiar castle of Hogwarts still standing strong and imposing. Suddenly a hush came over the battlefield and those fighting stopped and stared at a dark figure that appeared walking so calmly over the bodies. Buffy shivered as she looked into those blood red eyes. Before she knew it a bright, white light came from the sky and thundering voice started to speak.
Buffy looked up but quickly shield her eyes as the bright light seemed to burn her eyes. She chanced looking up again, but she could only make out a vague shape floating within the light. The shape was a human she could at least tell. It floated in the sky masked by the light surrounding it. Buffy didn't see but she felt the eyes of the figure land on her.
"This is only the first battle," the voice of the being said in her mind. "Soon she will come."
Buffy jolted awake, and bolted up in her bed. Breathing heavily she clutched her rapid beating heart and whispered, "Freaky shit."
The sun was low in the sky meaning that the morning had just come. Buffy made her way downstairs knowing that if anyone was up this early it was either Willow or Remus. She knew those two were early risers. As Buffy walked into the kitchen she found sure enough the two she expected to see sitting at the kitchen table talking over coffee.
"Morning," greeted Buffy, going straight to the refrigerator for the orange juice. "You wouldn't believe the dream I just had…"
The two listened to the recounting of the dream and nodded along listening intently. When Buffy finished the three of them sat in silence each trying to contemplate what exactly this dream could mean.
"You're just like your father," Remus mused smiling at Buffy.
Buffy raised her eyebrows in surprise at the unexpected comment. "Really? How so?"
Remus sipped his coffee slowly, savoring the cinnamon taste. "James had the Sight just as you do. His mother always called it Seeing the Unseen. Sometimes he would touch something and he would get a vision of the present, future, or past."
"He must have passed the gift on to Buffy then," said Willow.
Buffy nodded a thoughtful look on her face. "I always thought that my dreams were apart of my Slayer powers, but now that I think about it… The Slayer Chronicles or Watchers Diaries never mentioned Slayers had psychic dreams. Faith never had them either."
"Ouch! Who in their right mind would put a coffee table there!" shouted a voice from the living room.
They sprung from their seats and raced to the living room. They stopped and stared at the sight that greeted them. Sirius was standing with a key, obviously a Dumbledore made portkey, in one hand and the other hand was rubbing his stinging shinbone, which he had hit against the coffee table.
Remus paled seeing his long time friend standing before him. Very healthy… breathing… and very much alive. "Sirius—," muttered Remus.
Sirius looked up and a smile slowly formed on his face seeing Remus. "Hey Moony."
"What's going on?" asked Harry tiredly, walking into the room rubbing his eyes to shake off his sleepiness. They all looked to Harry as he stepped into the room. "What are you looking—"
Sirius smile became wider at seeing his Godson. He opened his arms nodding at Harry's disbelieving expression that was silently pleading for this to be real. Harry darted forward and without hesitation he had ran into Sirius waiting arms.
Harry looked up into Sirius' fathomless brown eyes, his own green eyes watering with tears that threatened to overflow. "Your late," he said smiling softly. Sirius laughed and just hugged him tighter.
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Longest chapter ever! They just keep getting longer and longer! Yay, they found each other and reunited. Go team them! I know you guys are all happy about that. I didn't even realize that the last chapter was a cliffhanger. Does this count as one? I can't tell. It ended happily to me…
For those who don't believe me about Buffy's dreams not really explained as a, 'Slayer power' here is an explanation…
Unanswered question: Do all slayers have psychic powers, or does Buffy have a unique gift? In the Bronze, Giles assumes that Buffy has been having nightmares[Epsidoe1: Welcome to the Hellmouth] about the upcoming Harvest. He already knows she is capable of psychic dreams. He may know this because slayers are endowed naturally with this power, or he may know this because Buffy's previous Watcher kept a record of Buffy's psychic dreams and Giles was informed of it before he took up his Watcher duties in Sunnydale. (All things Philosophical in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: The Series)