Okay, back to my plot now. I found it really difficult to write with the plot already laid out, so I used a lot of Joss Whedons lines. Now I can move on to my own plot, just sticking to the timeline of what happened to Harry. Time wise at the moment, it is the beginning of July, as Buffy has just finished school.

Chapter 7 – Interrogated

Buffy pushed the door of her home open, and found her mother sitting at the bottom of the stairs, watching the door nervously.
 "Mom, what are you doing here?" Buffy exclaimed. "I told you to leave Sunnydale!"
 "Well, I was going to but I couldn't," Joyce confessed. "You're here anyway, did you save the world?" Buffy nodded, and her mother got up and hugged.
 "That's my girl," she said, slightly teary. Then she pulled away. "Who is that?" she asked pointing to Sirius.

"Thank you," Joyce said to Sirius a quarter of an hour later. "If it hadn't have been for you, my daughter would still be in that awful place. I can't believe you didn't tell me you were in prison!" she berated Buffy. "I have a right to know, I think." Buffy grinned sheepishly.
 "Didn't want to worry you," she said. "It wasn't important. But what is important is that you never met Sirius, he doesn't exist to you."

 "They'll be here anytime soon," Sirius said worriedly. "Aurors from the ministry, they'll know and they'll come to Sunnydale. Tell them I made you help me escape and you haven't seen me since or something. The dementors are blind, they didn't see me transform and help you." Buffy nodded.
 "Hide out at Giles' for a couple of days. I need them to see me without you before we go, otherwise I won't be able to move in England without being arrested." Buffy said thoughtfully.
 "Woah, back up a second," said Joyce throwing up her hands. "You want to explain to a curious mother just what is going on?"
 "Sirius is a wizard, he can do magic, there's this whole magic world," Buffy said impatiently.
 "But England, you're going to England?" Joyce said in a strained voice.
  "Sirius has something really important to do," Buffy said gently. "And I want to go with him. Partly because I owe him, and partly because I want to see something other than Sunnydale. I can do college next year, but this year, I want to see something of the world, to live a little before my untimely death." Joyce blinked at her daughter's choice of words.

 "Okay," she said, relaxing a little. "But I want to hear from you regularly. And try to stay out of danger."
 "It's okay," Buffy promised. "I'll call all the time, and write. Plus, if the big bad starts happening in Sunnydale I'll be back anyway." She stood up.
 "C'mon," she said to Sirius, smiling at him. "Let's get you to Giles quickly, and see about getting you some muggle clothes, and how we can get to England. Once the magic people have come and I've got stuff together, we can go to England."

Buffy spent the next few days in the company of her mom and Xander, Willow, Cordelia, Oz, Giles and Sirius when she could. She explained to them what she was going to do, and they accepted her decision, understanding her need to get away from Sunnydale for a while. If Buffy was honest with herself, Angel was part of the reason she was leaving. Sunnydale held a lot of pain for her, and although she knew she was doing the right thing, it was still hard. She patrolled a little, but after the ascension, demonic activity was on an all time low.
The call she had been expecting came a few days later. One evening, when Buffy was watching an old movie with her mom, someone knocked on the door. Buffy left her mom watching and answered the door, finding two robed men standing on her doorstep.
 "Miss Summers?" said the taller man, a black wizard with a gold earring. "May we come in?" Wordlessly, Buffy stood aside, allowing them to enter and they did. Joyce got up and switched off the television when she saw who was at the door.

 "I am Kingsley Shacklebolt, Miss Summers," the tall wizard continued. "This is Dawlish, also a Ministry Auror. I think you know why we are here." Buffy kept silent, staring at them blankly.
 "We have come to ask you about the whereabouts of Sirius Black," Dawlish said. Buffy stared at him a few seconds longer before replying.
 "I don't know," she said bluntly. "He was in the cell next to me. I was afraid of him, the things he whispered, what he had done." Shacklebolt and Dawlish exchanged glances.
 "You do not know anything about his escape?" Shacklebolt said impassively.
 "I broke out, passed his cell, he grabbed my arm, pulled it through the bars, he was very strong," Buffy said, not breaking her gaze with this man. "It was stuck and he yelled at me so I pulled the bars apart to get out. I wasn't really concerned about what happened with the other prisoners, I was locked up for being innocent. Wasn't really interested in helping society, let alone you people."
 "The affairs of the Watchers Council are their own and are no concern of the Ministry." Shacklebolt said, still impassive. "You can give us not more information?"

 "'Fraid not," Buffy said. "But I hope you catch him, he was a psycho. Said something about finding Voldemort or someone." Dawlish shivered at her words, but Shacklebolt merely looked searchingly at Buffy. Seemingly finding nothing, he turned on his heel.
 "Thank you for your assistance, we won't bother you again. Take care," he said, and he left, followed by Dawlish. After they had left, Buffy looked at her mother.
 "Be careful Buffy," Joyce said. "I don't trust these people."

 "Neither do I," said Buffy.