Bring on the Rain: Harry and the Order

Same as before: these characters do not belong to me but to Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling.

I tried to get the quotes as accurate as possible so if I'm off feel free to e-mail me and I will correct my mistakes. Pairings? I'm still going to have to stick with Buffy/ Harry and Ron/Hermione. That's about all from the peanut gallery. Happy reading.

Privet Drive

This isn't some fairytale. When I kiss you you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.

No, when you kiss me I want to die.

Was it a joke? To make me feel for you and then. . . .I've killed a lot f vampires. I've never hated one before.

Feels good doesn't? Feels simple

I invite you into my home and then you attacked my family.

Why not ? I killed mine. . .For a hundred years I brought ugly death to every one I met and I did it with a song in my heart.

You won't kill me. You can't.

Give me time.

So that's everything. No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away and what's left?

Me.

The dark-haired wizard lay gasping in his bed, puzzled at the scenes that had played out in his dreams this night. Visions of a petite blonde-haired beauty and a dark haired man. Who were they? What did the dream mean? Were these things yet to come or things already in the past. Roughly rubbing a hand across his features, Harry Potter worked to figure what the dreams meant. Were these the work of Voldemort? But his scar wasn't burning so he reasoned that it wasn't visions form the Dark Lord. What then? His thoughts were interrupted by a rattling coming form his right. Feeling for his round rims on his bedside table he quickly slipped them on and peered sleepily at Hedwig. The owl hooted at him reproachfully as if he had forgotten something. Harry furrowed his brow at what it could have been then almost smacked himself in realization.

"Sorry, girl, thought you didn't want to go out tonight." He lightly chided the bird, sipping out of his second hand bed to pad silently over to Hedwig's cage. Opening the cage he withdrew his snowy white owl and stoked her breast feathers.

"I don't suppose you have any experience with dreams, do you, girl?" He asked absentmindedly as he went to the window. In response the owl squawked and nipped his fingers. Harry silently opened the window and let Hedwig loose.

Glancing at his bedside clock he realized it was only 1 am. Sighing, the Boy who Lived settled back under his covers and rested his head on his crossed arms as he stared up at the ordinary white ceiling. As one was apt to do in the wee hours of the morning, Harry pondered his life of late. Life with the Durlseys, while still tense, was at least now becoming a little more tolerable after Aunt Petunia revelation of her knowledge of the blood thing that kept him safe as long as he was living under their roof. The Dursley's, while not being cordial or anything in that neighbor hood, did their best to stay out of HIS way. He decided that a large part of that had to do with the fact that he seemed to be able to manage some sort of magic when he was at their home even though technically it wasn't allowed. A lot of it could have had to do with his temper of late. He knew that it had gotten worse since. . . since Sirius's death over a year ago. He knew that he wouldn't have been nearly as easy to anger a few years ago but bloody hell he figured he was entitled. God bless Hermione and Ron for their loyalty and deep friendship for him otherwise he knew he would have lost them long ago. It wasn't easy being the best friends of e boy who lived, he recognized that. He imagined it painted a pretty big target on them just for befriending him. Sometimes he found himself thinking that they were the real heroes here, not him. This was his destiny whether he wanted it to be or not. Ron and Hermione, on the other hand had a choice. They didn't have to be involved in any of this and yet year after year there they were, fighting along side him, helping him, strengthening him and not letting him face anything by himself.

Comforted by the thoughts of his friends Harry fell back to sleep all thoughts of the beautiful blonde and the dark mysterious man relegated t the back of his mind for now. His last thought was VAMPIRES?!!!!!!!!

Hogwart's

The sun shone down upon the lush green grounds as the sole occupant of said front lawn walked the mystical grounds of Hogwart's taking the beauty around her with unseeing eyes. Her thoughts were instead turned inwards. Unbidden memories from the past flooded her. Angel's face flashed in her mind. Her mind played their entire relationship in for her own private viewing. The time they were together as a couple seemed to go in fast forward motion and Buffy hurriedly tried to slow it down to enjoy and savor it. Knowing full well the terror and pain that were coming. But her mind refused to head and she was pulled towards the memories of their first meeting after the had made love on her birthday. From there the reel seemed to go in slow motion as she relived her own hell the last half of her junior year. The tauntings of Angelus, the death of Jenny Calendar and Kendra. And, as always the memories culminated in her final face-off with Angelus. Her mind relived the lethal fight in slow motion, every jab and parry cutting through her deadened heart until came the moment that would send them both into the last final seconds of their relationship. Closing her eyes she saw Angelus's face towering above her, smirking, jeering as she cowered against the wall knowing that this was it. She was going to die at only 17 years old.

"So that's everything. No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away and what's left?" His sword cut through the air as it seemed to come at her in slow motion. Buffy closed eyes and found that well of slayer strength in her and finally came to grips with the fact that she would have to kill him to save the world. Drawing on that strength and forcing away the images and the guilt she felt over the death's that Angelus had cause she relived Whistler's words: "Wrong kid. You've got one thing left." And as the sword completed its arc her hands came up and caught the blade. Her eyes opened and they were resolute and hard. "ME"

"Good day, Ms. Summers." An aging voice startled her out of her thoughts before her inner film could follow through to it's inevitable conclusion. . .her sending her lover to Hell. Seeing the understanding and sympathy on Dumbledoore's face made her wonder if the old wizard didn't have an idea what she was thinking and decided to rescue hr form her morbid, agonizing thoughts.

"Hey, Big D, what's the what?" Buffy forced her dark thoughts into a box and firmly locked it determined to at least seem normal on the outside even though on the inside she was fighting to breathe and not to die.

"Buffy, Mr. Giles kept excellent records about your activities and the demons and monsters you have fought in your three years as the Slayer and I think that your knowledge would be most beneficial to our efforts in fighting Voldemort."

"So you think old Voldy is going to draft some big baddies to help him with the whole destroying the wizarding world thing." Her tone was more statement than question as she had already guessed Dumbledoore's meaning..

"Reports that I have received form my various sources seem to indicate the possibility. The Order could use the input and help of the Slayer in these matters. This would of course be in addition to your protecting Harry and teaching him to defend himself.." Dumbledoore stipulated as he pulled out a small bag of candies form his deep purple robes. They walked along for awhile silently, Dumbledoore giving the broken girl time to decide what to do. Buffy knew that being asked to join the Order was an honor and she knew that she could probably be a big help to them with her knowledge of all things slaying related.

" Sure, count me in. You wanna know anything slaying or demon related, I'm your gal." She said in the best cheerful, pre-Slayer voice she could manage.

"Excellent. Meet me in my office at 7 o' clock."

Author's note: I'd like to thank manticore-gurl071134 and witch light for their reviews. I'd completely overlooked Diagon Alley and the sorting and all that good stuff so rest assured I will be going back and adding a chapter for that. Also, to witch light, patience and all shall be revealed.