A/N: Just a heads up to all my brilliant readers – this could be the last chapter for a couple weeks or so – I have a sudden desire to PASS my university exams. Unfortunately, with all the other things I have to do, it doesn't leave much time for writing, something I'm not all that happy about.

Right now, there are plot threads going all over the place, but they *will* make sense in coming chapters. Stay on the ride, there's lots more to come.

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Chapter 9: Windows to the Soul

#Hogwarts#

Lily hurried along the dark corridors of the dungeons toward the Potions classroom. The weekend had flown by and the arrival of Monday had meant another week of classes and the beginning of her detention with Professor Snape.

A knot of nerves had twisted her stomach all day, making it almost impossible for the sixth year student to enjoy her classes as she normally did. Listening to Colin Creevey's tales of other punishments the Professor had metered out had done nothing to appease her fears.

 She wondered idly what she would be enduring for the next two hours, but before she could allow her imagination to run wild, she was standing in the door of the Potions classroom, facing the King of Cranky himself.

Snape looked up from his work. "Miss Asher – do come in."

His tone wasn't friendly by any means, but the hostility Lily had noticed when he usually addressed the Gryffindors had lessened somewhat.

"Madame Pomphrey has asked me to brew a variety of potions for the hospital wing's stores cupboard. You have proven that you are capable of brewing simple potions. Therefore, you will be assisting me tonight."

Lily was unable to make more than a few meaningless squeaks. A voice suddenly echoed in her head.

*I can make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away.*

Startled, she shook her head, as if she could make the voice go away. Moving toward Snape's desk, she stared down at the viscous orange liquid bubbling away.

"Is there a problem, Miss Asher?"

The Professor's voice intruded on her thoughts. She stared at him.

"Huh? Oh – no, I didn't mean…uh…. this is fine. I mean, great. Uh…"

Noting her confused expression, he interrupted. "Shall we get started then? You should find all you need for a basic Pepper-Up potion in the wooden cabinet in the corner. The list is on the piece of parchment in front of you."

Had the girl just smiled gratefully at him? No student had ever *smiled* at him. Severus blinked, deciding he must have imagined it as she turned, parchment in hand, heading toward the mentioned cabinet. She pulled on the heavy doors as Snape paused, expecting her to ask for assistance in opening the cabinet.

To his great surprise, it took only one hard tug from her small hand and the door groaned, then swung open. Having heard rumors from the Slytherins of her strength, he had earlier charmed the doors to weigh more than a grown man. Yet she had pulled them open as if they weighed no more than a small pewter cauldron.

This was most interesting.

Before Snape had a chance to fully absorb this knowledge, Lily gave a surprised gasp as a shape emerged from the cabinet. Recognizing the creature as a Boggart, Snape had barely drawn his wand and started forward to dispose of the annoying shape-shifter when it assumed the form of the thing the young girl in front of him most feared.

Herself.

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#Sunnydale#

The pieces of the golden object lay on the table at Casa de Summers, Giles's temporary home while his windows were being replaced. For the past week, they had been trying to learn the origins of what they believed was a summoning talisman. So far, their research had yielded nothing.

The house was practically empty– Dawn, Willow and Tara had left for a day of classes. Giles was alone in the house with only his demons and Dawn's dog, who was sitting on the floor near his feet, staring at him intently.

Giles, bent over a piece of parchment, was scribbling a letter to an old mentor. From time to time, he wiped a quill on a piece of rag and paused to stare at a long, thin box he had unearthed from the bottom of his closet. Frowning, he continued, uncomfortably aware of the dog following his every movement.

Especially the way the animal's eyes seemed to shift occasionally to the framed photo of Buffy that stood on the mantelpiece.

Giles sighed wearily. It was obviously absurd to think that the dog was actually *looking* at the picture…..yet there was something in the mutt's steady gaze that made him uneasy. Dismissing it, the ex-Watcher turned back to his letter.

Professor Dumbledore,

                                     I write to you after all these years seeking information. I beg you will look past my previous mistakes and assist me in saving the lives of many innocent people. Recent events have spurred me to seek your advice and wisdom. My assistants and I have unearthed a prophecy that I believe speaks of the restoration of Voldemort. Less than a week ago, a Death Eater entered my home, and cast His Mark into the room. I feel it necessary to warn you of the prophecy in hope of preventing an evil so terrible from regaining power----------

Crumpling the paper between his hands in frustration, Giles tossed it to the floor among the many other attempts. How could he expect the Professor to help him after his disgraced exit from the wizarding world? A rustling made him look up.

The great dog, aptly named Shaggy by Dawn, had seized the discarded letter in his mouth and trotted out of the room.

"Shaggy! Bring it back! BAD DOG!"

It was too late – the dog had disappeared out the front door. Peering out the window, Giles could not see the mongrel anywhere. He supposed the dog had gone to bury the paper in a far-off place where it had been disappearing to of late. Not that it mattered – that letter, like the others, was useless.

The front door slammed shut suddenly, and Xander rushed into the room, holding a glittering fragment.

"G-Man? The guys found this while they were moving the furniture. They were about to toss it – but I thought it could be a part of the shiny thing we've been trying to name. So I brought it over. There's little cartoon animals on it – see?"

Accepting the proffered piece, Giles pushed his glasses up, examining it. His eyes widened as he recognized the Hogwarts crest. Xander looked at him expectantly.

"It looked like an emblem for something – kinda like what our school emblem would have been if we'd had one. Except ours would've had a big demon snake, a portal to Hell, and some other nasties on it…..not great for the ol' school spirit. So? What is it?"

Finding his voice, Giles looked at the young man. " Meet me here when you've finished work – I'll let the others know. I'll explain everything then." With that, he turned and hurried up the stairs.

Xander quirked an eyebrow. "Geez, thanks for vaguing that up for me. And you're welcome." Shrugging, he disappeared out the door.

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The first thing Faith was aware of as she fought for consciousness was the smell of blood. The second was a cold, cruel voice whispering to her. Taunting her.

"Slaaayer…."

The simple act of raising her head sent waves of exhaustion through her system. For a moment, she thought she was still in prison and had simply been thrown into 'the hole'. The guards would come, and they would let her out – she hadn't started the fight. Judging from the aching in her body, and her rapidly swelling eye, the other girl must have gotten a few decent swings in before the hacks arrived.

^ Wonder what *she* looks like.^

That voice again. "Slaaayer….." Wait. Nobody in prison knew she was a –

With her one good eye, Faith searched the room for the owner of the voice. As if he could read her mind, the shadows parted to reveal a man dressed entirely in black, white-blonde hair cascading down over his shoulders. In one hand, he clutched a cane with a snake's head for a handle. In the other….. a familiar knife.

Faith wondered if it was still crusted with her dried blood from the rooftop fight so long ago. He started toward her, face twisted in a cruel smile.

" Do you know why you are here, Slayer?"

Faith thought about this for a moment, then lunged toward the man. He did not even blink as the heavy chains around her wrists sent her flying back into the wall, gasping for breath. The pain was fierce, but she stubbornly bit down on her lip, refusing to let him hear her scream.

Blood trickled from her torn flesh even as her eyes stared back at him, wild with fury.

" Is that an acceptable way for a servant to behave? I think not. Servants simply obey. Nothing else."

Tasting blood, Faith ground out. "I'm *nobody's* slave." Why wouldn't her body obey? She remembered a needle, and…. Travers. He had done this. Hot anger flooded her body.

"What did you DO to me, you sick son of a bitch!!"

The stranger chuckled, though his eyes stayed cold. " I do not remember granting you permission to speak, Slayer. Naughty girls must be taught to obey."

Before Faith could reply, he muttered to himself, pointing a……really thin stake?..... at her. Instantly, agony exploded in her limbs. Clawing at the ground, she barely felt her teeth tear into her lip as her body shook. Above the ringing in her ears, she heard his voice.

" You see, there are two types in this world. There are those with power – and those without it. A Slayer without her magic is no more than an ordinary Muggle. And yet, I hold the power. Who is the slave now, little girl? Do you want me to take the pain away? I can do so…. But only if you beg for it."

Something stubborn in Faith's brain refused to allow him the pleasure. The agony continued until Faith was sobbing. Still she refused to beg. Quite suddenly, the pain disappeared, leaving her curled on the floor.

His eyes gleamed with something close to satisfaction. " They warned me you were a stubborn one. No matter – the stubborn horses are the most fun to break."

Another burst of pain, and still she refused to make a sound. Nails broken and bloody from clawing at the ground forced themselves into fists. A little voice appeared inside her head.

^Just give him what he wants, and it will stop. Beg.^

Another, louder voice. ^ Don't do it. Never give in.^

^ Beg for him to take it away. It would be so easy^

^ No!!!^

^Do it… NOW! Beg!!!^

"I WON'T!!" Faith screamed.

"Very well then…. We shall see if you feel differently in a few hours."

With that, there was the clang of a door, and the stranger swept from the tiny cell. Only when she was sure he had gone did Faith allow her screams to fill the air.

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#Sunnydale#

The living room of the Summers house was warm, and filled with bodies eagerly awaiting Giles's 'explanation'. Not wasting any time, Giles began, eyes straying occasionally to the thin piece of wood lying on the coffee table.

" When I was merely a boy, living in England with my father and mother, I was somehow aware of other worlds existing within ours. My father, a senior member of the Watchers Council, had raised me with discipline, hoping one day I would join him. Denied the opportunity of having an active Slayer, his greatest desire was that I would live out his legacy – hence I was schooled in the ways of the demon world, taught many obscure languages and forced to memorize endless lists of demons and their traits."

Giles appeared to drift into a reverie of memory as he continued talking.

***

// He had been locked in his room, denied freedom until he could recite from the heavy text his father had thrust into his arms. Young Rupert shivered in the bitter English winter, dressed only in thin pajamas, desperately trying to win his fathers approval by memorizing the endless pages of facts.

He knew deep inside that no matter how hard he tried, his father would never be satisfied, but with the innocence of a child, he imagined that if he only could read another hundred pages, his pleas for food might be answered.\\

***

" By the time I was eleven, I had realized that my father would never be appeased. I longed to be allowed to go to school like the children I saw outside, to have friends. My father believed that knowing others would be nothing but a distraction to my inevitable future. I dreamt of escaping his iron fist one day, making my own way in the world. Then, what I had always longed for, was made possible with the arrival of a letter."

***

// He could still remember the joy that had flooded his body when his father had shown him the letter, written on heavy paper in green ink. He had kept his features neutral, while inside pleading with a higher power that he would be permitted to go.

His mother, ever the obedient wife, had shocked both father and son by tentatively saying that it would be an added advantage for Rupert to be schooled in the ways of magic – could possibly improve his chances of becoming a Watcher.

 His father had agreed reluctantly, and days later, Giles had entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the first time.\\

***

" My first years at the school were the happiest of my life to that date. Within a week, I had established a firm friendship with Ethan Rayne, as well as many others – Deidre, Randall, others in my house. The Transfigurations Professor, Albus Dumbledore, had taken a particular interest in my schooling, always willing to give me guidance. Ethan and I were notorious among the staff for causing mischief – Ethan in particular was always thinking of new ways to cause chaos."

***

// The two fourth years were crouched behind a statue of some goblin, watching as the caretaker, a cantankerous man named Filch, spied a small object lying on the floor. Seizing it, Filch cried out as it emitted a cloud of smoke, which cleared away slowly, revealing the caretaker – now electric purple.

Unaware, the man had stalked away, meeting several students in his travels, who burst into laughter. Ethan and Giles, undiscovered, had laughed until their stomachs hurt.\\

***

Even now, the memory made Giles smile. Forcing himself to focus, he continued, noting with amusement the spellbound faces of the young adults around him.

" My father had always been disapproving of the school, believing that he could teach me much more at home. He would lock away my schoolbooks and my wand during the summer holidays. My time away from Hogwarts consisted of even more exhausting study, but I no longer minded, as I knew I could escape come September. The summer before my seventh year, my father became oddly quiet, supervising my studies with an air of detachment. He was frequently absent from home."

Pausing, he reached for his old wand, fingering it longingly. For once, nobody interrupted him.

"At the time, I thought he had finally begun to come around to the fact that I no longer wanted to become a Watcher – I had dreams of joining the Ministry of Magic, perhaps becoming an Auror. They do much the same job as Watchers, you know – protect the wizarding world from dark forces and such. How little I knew."

***

// It was only two weeks before the N.E.W.T.s began, and the seventh years had been studying continuously. The common room was full of exhausted students, poring over books and muttering to themselves in hope that the knowledge would be absorbed.

Even Ethan had refrained from his usual mischief, for which the staff were most grateful. Giles, trained from an early age to memorize things quickly, had been skimming through his Potions notes, when a house-elf had entered the room.

"Master Giles, sir, Saffy is bringing a message from the Headmaster. He is wanting Master Giles to come to his office right away. Saffy will take Master Giles to the place."

Puzzled, Rupert had risen, trailing behind the house-elf. In no time he was facing the entrance to the Headmaster's rooms, waiting for the enchanted werewolf statue to grant him entrance.\\

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" I received news that my mother was dying, and that very night I was sent home by Floo – a method of wizarding travel – only to find my mother in perfect health. My father had orchestrated my removal from Hogwarts once and for all. The next day, I was placed under the supervision of Quentin Travers, at the time a junior Watcher. I never saw Hogwarts again."

"But – what about Ethan? And Eyghon?" Willow's voice cut in, sounding foreign in the silent room. Giles sighed – he had expected this.

" The wizarding world is a well-kept secret from the general population. The Ministry controls any interference in the Muggle – non wizarding – world. Therefore, the actual events leading up to our raising Eyghon were a little different from what I told you at the time."

"While I was training with the Council, Ethan and the others went on to graduate from Hogwarts. Years later, I had grown tired of the Council and rebelled, leaving to study ancient mythology at an English university. It was there that Ethan found me once again."

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// Giles was walking toward the History Department when a hand grabbed him by the shoulder. Turning, he looked into the unmistakable face of Ethan Rayne. Ethan was grinning furiously.

"Ripper! Fancy meeting you here!"

"Ethan? Bloody hell….never thought I'd see your ugly mug again. Still causing chaos?"

" Too bloody right. Makes the world interesting. Ol' Dumbledore sent me here – he's been keeping tabs on you, y'know. He's Headmaster now. Finally those Ministry gits have made a brainy decision. Remember Fudge? The incompetent fool with his nose up the Minister's ass? The brown-nosing paid off, and he's the Assistant Minister of Magic….God bloody forbid. But who cares? What've you been doing all these years?"

From then on, it was like it had been at Hogwarts. Giles had learnt that many of his old school-friends were in the area, still dabbling in magic and occasionally helping the Ministry of Magic. Slowly, they had become more adventurous, at times delving into the Dark Arts. Then Ethan had found out about Eyghon through his 'sources'.

Things had gone downhill from there.\\

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" The Ministry of Magic were alerted to our activities. Ethan and I were permanently expelled from the wizarding world, never allowed to return, nor contact any of our old friends. From then on, I swore never to use magic again. I returned to the Council – and the rest, you are aware of."

Dawn looked at the Watcher, eyes shining. " They have *schools* for magic? Can you still do magic? The real kind – like from Hogwarts. Can you show us?"

Giles gripped his wand. Even after all these years, it felt *right* in his hand. The temptation was great….. he was a simple swish and flick away from the world he missed so dearly….but he restrained himself, much to the disappointment of the Scoobies. He knew that using magic would alert the Ministry – and the last thing he wanted was their interference.

" Perhaps another time, Dawn."

Something in his very soul told him that maybe the occasion was coming sooner, rather than later.

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#Hogwarts#

Lily could only stare at the figure standing before her. It was her – and yet it was not. The eyes alone told her that – they practically glittered with sheer power and something close to rage. No – not rage, but deadly determination.

Devoid of any *human* emotion, these were the eyes of a warrior.

A split second later, and the tensed figure uncoiled rapidly, launching itself at her. Lily barely had time to dodge before a deadly accurate kick parted the air, aimed where her head had been. Without allowing her time to think, her attacker sent a furious set of blows her way.

Instinctively blocking the attack, Lily felt something stir to life inside her. As her body moved, she felt complete for the first time since she had awoken at Hogwarts.

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As the two identical figures moved in a hypnotic dance, Severus Snape could only watch. It was almost impossible to tell the two blonde blurs apart – both were dressed in a standard Hogwarts robe, which occasionally shifted to reveal black pants and tight white shirts. They moved almost in unison, each blocking their opponents attacks, and occasionally the sound of fists striking unprotected flesh could be heard.

A savage kick connected with the midsection of one of the blurs, sending her flying through the air, landing on Snape's sturdy desk with a sickening crunch. The force behind the move must have been extraordinary, as the desk splintered, showering pieces of wood around the room.

It was suddenly obvious to Snape that one of the figures was steadily gaining the upper hand – yet he could not tell whether it was the Boggart or the real Lily. He watched, frozen, as one of them snatched a sword from a nearby cabinet and advanced on the other, who was lying helplessly among the shattered ruins of his desk. The sword glittered as it was raised, and an exhausted sob came from the Lily on the ground.

In a flash of understanding, Snape realized that the Boggart Lily was about to drive the sword through his student's heart. His heart sank as he sprung toward the two, knowing inside that he would not be able to stop the inevitable.

As if in slow motion, he watched in horror as the sword swung in a wide arc downwards. Lily's eyes closed in defeat, a tear escaping her eye to mix with the blood on her face. Boggart Lily's face was set in an eerie look of concentration that never wavered.

 Snape knew in a blinding realization that the Boggart was the very embodiment of the occasional determination he had seen in the *real* Lily's eyes. The girl's fear was of becoming – or finding out she *had* once been – this emotionless shell, the pure warrior that Snape already could sense inside her.

No sooner had he allowed this thought to cross his mind, then time started to speed up again. Boggart Lily's sword glinted in the flickering torchlight, deadly accurate as its tip penetrated the tender flesh of his student on the floor…..

Whatever had been holding him frozen suddenly disappeared, and he whipped out his wand. His voice was an echo of desperation as he shouted "Riddikulus!", something clutching at his heart as he realized he had most probably been too late….again.

Wisps of grey smoke dispersed into the room, the Boggart defeated.

Never a coward, Snape now found himself *forcing* his gaze to the girl on the floor. Her eyes were still squeezed shut. Her face was a sickly white, and for a moment Severus truly thought she was dead. Her hands were clutching the silver sword, which appeared to be buried deep in her chest. Blood had begun to spread on her white shirt, red blossoming in the grey shadows of the room.

Hurrying over, he knelt before the still figure. To his surprise, there was no fatal wound on her chest, merely a deep gash. It was only then that he began to realize what had happened.

 Somehow, even with her eyes closed, Lily had stopped the sword before it had had a chance to pierce her heart. The blood was steadily dripping from wide gashes on her hands, torn apart by the weapon's sharp edges. Her palms were still locked around the blade.

In a sudden panic, Snape lifted her small form into his arms, careful not to aggravate her existing wounds. The movement caused the sword to slip from Lily's hands, a harsh sound echoing through the room as it hit the stone. Her body was limp in his grasp as he hurried toward the hospital wing, cape sweeping behind him like an overgrown vampire bat on a quest for blood.

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#Elsewhere at Hogwarts#

" Someone really needs to teach Hagrid that rock cakes aren't made with actual rocks." Ron panted, fingering a chipped tooth woefully as the Trio made their way back toward Hogwarts.

Despite Hermione's protests about their upcoming exams ("We've only got a few months left to prepare!"), they had taken advantage of a rare homework-free night to visit Hagrid. As usual, time had passed rather quickly, and they were now hurrying toward their common room in hope of escaping Filch's wrath. Nobody had thought to take the Invisibility Cloak.

Opening the heavy wooden doors at the entrance to the school, Harry peered through the small gap, eyes searching for any movement that might lead them into trouble yet again. Seeing no sign of Filch or Mrs Norris, he motioned for Ron and Hermione to follow him through, shutting the doors quietly behind them.

The three friends headed up one of the staircases toward the Gryffindor common room, talking in whispers.

"Wonder how Lily got on with Snape?" Ron murmured as they had to duck behind a trophy cabinet to hide from Peeves, who was roaming the halls, looking for mischief . " Who knows what he made her do – probably something nasty, as always……"

Harry made a face, remembering various punishments Snape had dealt out. " Wish she could've come to Hagrid's with us – he wanted to see her before he left."

Ron frowned, confused. " Hagrid's leaving? When? Where? Why didn't he tell us?"

An exasperated sigh came from his left side, where Hermione was crouched. "Honestly, Ron – don't you listen? Dumbledore's sending Hagrid on Hogwarts business….. top secret, he says."

"He is? Where was I?"

" Sitting right beside Hagrid, moaning about your tooth, I think." Harry grinned as Ron blushed in embarrassment, pink cheeks clashing horribly with his hair.

Ron couldn't believe he'd missed the news. "Are you *serious* ??" he asked incredulously, as they left their hiding place and crept past the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

" No, she's not – but I am."

A gravelly voice sounded behind them, making them spin around in shock. Harry's eyes widened in delight as he flung his arms around the intruder.

"Sirius!! But….I thought you were…..the Ministry….you're *here*!"

Sirius's face split in a smile as his eyes swept over his godson, noting the happiness that seemed to linger around him, making him glow.

" The Ministry are aware that I'm here…..I have a letter for Dumbledore. A possible source of information – from an ex-Watcher by the name of Rupert Giles."

Hermione's eyes lit up with curiosity. " A Watcher? What on earth is *that*?"

" I have already revealed too much," Sirius said with a wink at the eager girl "However, if you happen to stumble on the answer in your research, that is a different matter."

Ron rolled his eyes, silently cursing Sirius for putting the idea into his friend's head. No doubt Hermione would be spending the rest of the week poring over books for information on 'Watchers'. Of course, that meant both he and Harry were doomed to extra library time.

As if they didn't have enough to do.

Harry looked up at Sirius, . Although he had grown considerably in the last few years, his godfather still managed to be taller than him – in fact, almost everyone was taller than him…….except Lily. Thinking of Lily reminded him of something.

"Sirius – you have to meet Lily. You know – the girl I've been writing to you about?"

Deciding that she was most probably still down in the dungeons, the group set off, Ron grinning at Harry's eager tone. It was glaringly obvious (even to him) that Harry had feelings for Lily… feelings that were more than just friendship.

He supposed it was inevitable – many of their housemates, as well as a good portion of the Hogwarts males, held a soft spot in their heart for the petite blonde. If Ron himself hadn't developed a sudden (secret) crush on Hermione, he would probably be pursuing Lily too. Not that Harry was *pursuing* her exactly……

Ron was interrupted from his internal ramblings by the sudden silence. He looked up to see a frown on Sirius's face, as if he was trying to remember something important. Hermione had also noticed, and quickly jumped in to break the awkward silence.

"How long are you staying, Sirius?"

Sirius smiled warmly at her. " I'm just stopping by to deliver the letter. After that, I have to head back to America to continue my work, unfortunately." He ruffled Harry's hair affectionately. " I promise I'll hurry back as soon as I'm finished – perhaps Albus will let me stay for awhile."

" Maybe he'll let you take over teaching DADA…. honestly, Professor King is hopeless. Doesn't know the first thing about vampires – we've just started them. I swear, she's almost as useless as Lock…….hey, what's this?"

Ron had stopped in the door of their Potions classroom....and had noticed a trail of red splatters on the floor. It looked horribly like….

" Holy shit….it's *blood*."

With a growing air of panic, Harry took in the scene at the front of the room – an overturned cauldron leaking orange fluid onto the floor; papers, books and various ingredients lying haphazardly amongst the ruins of Snape's desk; a pool of blood drying black on the stone floor.

He heard a hiss of breath behind him, and turned to see Sirius holding a silver sword, the blade liberally coated with blood. A roaring grew steadily in his ears, blocking out everything else around him. He could only think of one thing – something had happened during Lily's detention with Snape. Ignoring his friends and godfather, he turned and bolted toward the hospital wing.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other in horror. As one, they followed Harry, leaving Sirius alone in the room. Sirius was trying to connect something in his mind - something he had seen during his time 'undercover' in Sunnydale. It didn't make sense….and yet it nagged at him. Digging out a slightly creased photo Harry had owled to him almost two weeks after Lily had arrived, he stared at the four of them, laughing and waving at the camera. Sirius realized in shock that he had seen Lily someplace before.

* That face – Harry's mystery girl is the spitting image of Rupert Giles's Slayer. Granted, Lily's a little younger than the Slayer… but the likeness is certainly there. They could be sisters. Simply  a coincidence? Or something else?*

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A/N: : Check out the evidence of my Giles muse hyped up on sugar! Eep…. Ah well, gotta keep 'em happy I guess.