A/N: Well, in answer to some questions, buffy has to go through bad stuff for all the good stuff to happen so I can't guarantee a lot of happiness, I hope to remain as true to Buffy and HP as I can of course there are always artistic licence... and Buffy knows deep down even if she wants to deny it that she cant run away from her destiny that has alway been how I've felt...any way, enough of my prattle, on with the show.

Disclaimer: Although I'd love to take credit, "this book belongs to..." JK Rowling and Joss Wheaton.



Chapter TWENTY-ONE



When Buffy got off the plane she looked around the airport and saw that her father was waiting for her.

She waved cheerfully and hurried over to him. "Hey dad." She greeted him, slipping back into her American accent.

"Hey Buff."

"So what have you and mum been up to while I've been off in the mother country?"

"Not a lot...a bit of this and a bit of that. You know how it is."

"Yeah...sure."

"Well, how was your sister?"

"Great, better than great. I'll tell you all about it when were with mum. Is she in the car?"

"Yes."

"Great."

When Buffy had climbed into the car and greeted her mother properly, she started to babble about her time in England.

"...And there was Padfoot which is actually James's nickname, and he has been dating Lily for three years, and it was me and the other three boys that set them up in the first place while we were all staying with James and his mother. So anyway, we were just finished our lunch and we were in this huge hall filled with students and all the teachers. Lily has to make an announcement and then James stands up as says that he is the pranking king and needs to take a queen. Then he drops onto one knee and asks her to marry him and he gave her the most beautiful ring and everything!" Buffy said talking almost non-stop.

She didn't notice the quiet of her parents and was chatting away happily when she looked out the car window and saw that they weren't going the right way home.

"Where are we?"

"Oh...um, your father and I have something that we want to show you."

"Okay." She replied and started humming to a tune that she had herd on the radio on the plane trip back.

The car turned into a driveway and followed a long sealed road up to a large building. They pulled up and Hank got out and opened the door for Buffy.

"Nice place." She commented.

"Yeah, it is quite pretty isn't it?" Joyce said, coming to stand next to Buffy.

"So where are we? There aren't any buildings or anything around here." Buffy asked curiously. It was true. They had left the city of LA and were in almost the countryside. The grounds of the house were huge and the grass was really green.

"Come inside Buffy and we'll explain things to you." Hank said and took her hand and led her inside the front door. The entry was set up like a reception area and there were women wearing blue uniforms.

"Mr. And Mrs. Summers?"

"Yes, that's us."

"Come through here. We'll be right with you."

They entered an office and took seats in large comfy chairs. "Okay, now tell me what's going on, because I'm starting to get a really bad vibe off of this place."

"Now Buffy, while you were away, your mother and I went and saw an old friend about what you told us."

"You WHAT? I did tell you that the whole Slayer thing was supposed to be top secret didn't I?"

"You did, but that's not the point. We know that you were making up the lie and we gave you the chance to admit the truth but you didn't. This old friend happens to be a doctor and was very concerned when we told him that you had burnt down the school gym. He suggested that we bring you here for a while, just until you get better." Hank said gently.

"What do you mean, until I get better?"

"Well, the people will help you here sweetie." Joyce said to her kindly.

"But there is nothing wrong with me!" She replied standing up.

"Sit down Buffy."

"No!"

"Buffy, I'm not going to tell you again." Her mothers voice grew firm.

"Are you telling me that you are putting me in a mental hospital?"

"It's only for a little while sweetheart."

"But I'm not lying to you, I promise. What can I swear on? I swear on my sister that I am not lying to you!"

"Buffy, there is no way that the story that you told us is true. We need you to be here so that you can get better."

At that moment the Doctor walked in and took in the scene. He made a gesturing action over his shoulder and two orderly's came in behind him.

"Is this your daughter?" He asked.

"Yes this is Buffy."

"Good. We'll take her to her room now, but we need you two to stay around and fill out some paperwork."

"Mom! Dad! Don't do this to me. I wasn't lying!" Buffy yelled and the orderlies grabbed her arms and took her from the room. The last thing that Buffy saw was her mother sobbing into her father's shirts. "NO!" She screamed as she was taken to a room and gently put inside. She heard the door lock and she fell to her knees sobbing.

She didn't know what time it was, as there were no windows in her room, but she felt as though it should be nighttime. Looking around she saw that there was a small bed on one side of the room. She dragged her self over to it and curled up in the center, hugging the pillow to her chest. She finally slept.

Sirius awoke with a yell. He blinked a few time to re-orient him-self realizing that he was at the Potters house, where he lived, in his own bedroom.

Running a hand through his hair he stood up and headed down the stairs to get a glass of water. He hoped that he could wash away the nightmare that he had just had.

He was taking a glass from the cupboard when he heard another set of footsteps on the stairs. Looking up he saw Lily joining him.

"Couldn't sleep huh?"

"Nope. Bad dream. You?" He asked.

"I had this really weird dream. It was of me and James and it was our wedding day." She smiled at the thought unconsciously, "Buffy and you were there and so was everyone else. Voldemort and two death eaters showed up. They said some fancy speech and then fired a single shot at me. It was the Arvada Kedavra. I was terrified, but Buffy threw herself in front of me and took the curse instead.

"It was terrible. You four all shouted curses at once and the other guests, who were magical, had their wands pointed at the bastards but they frowned at Buffy and then disapperated. I was on my knees beside Buffy, but she opened her eyes and was alive."

"Wow, your telling me that it was weird." Sirius remarked, thinking that it was probably the sort of thing that Buffy would do though.

"Yeah, well it was only a dream. What was yours about?"

"Oh, I hardly remember now." He lied.

"It couldn't have been that bad then, could it." She commented to him smiling.

"Nope." He grunted. In fact his dream had been about Buffy and it wasn't pleasant. She had been put into some sort of Hospital. He sighed and tried not to think about how real it had been. Sculling the last of the water in his cup, he rinsed it and dried it out before putting it back into the cupboard.

"Goodnight Lily." Sirius said softly before trotting back up to the warmth of his bed.