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I came to my attention that I mentioned a prophecy many chapters ago and have totally forgotten about it and strayed from the original storyline...not that I had a storyline, but that's what happen when you let the characters guide you. Anyhow, this chapter is a filling in the blanks which I have created.

P.S: Forgive the French! I haven't had to speak it in ages so it's a little rusty, but there are only a couple of lines of it.

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CHAPTER 15- LOTS OF SCENES THAT (HOPEFULLY) CLEAR SOME STUFF UP
AT HOGWARTS

"Toffee bon-bon." Professor Snape panted. The stone gargoyle that stood guard on the Headmasters office refused to move. "Toffee bon-bon!" he tried again. "Dammit! Sherbet sticks, rhubarb and custard, sugar almonds, acid drops, Cadbury éclairs!" The gargoyle slid open and the potions master wasted no time in dashing up the stairs.

"Professor!" Dumbledore looked up, mildly surprised by the potions master's breathless entrance.

"Severus I can only assume that this is a matter of great importance." He gestured the reformed death eater into a seat which Professor Snape gladly took.

"I have just returned with a meeting with the dark lord. It seems he has made some headway with the prophecy I mentioned some time ago."

"Yes, I remember, 'the boy who lived is to be helped by the key in his mission to defeat the Snake Lord' if I remember correctly. Has he found it?"

"Not it, professor, him or her."

"Whatever do you mean, Severus?" Professor Dumbledore sounded down right stunned and that wasn't something you would come across often, if ever.

"The key is said to have been made into human form and sent to the slayer in the hope that she would protect it." Someone who didn't know Severus Snape would say that he was boarder line excited.

Dumbledore sighed. "There are hundreds of active slayers. The key could be anyone they cared enough about to protect."

Professor Snape gave a slight smirk. "The key was activated three years ago. There were only two slayers active then and unless a group on monks saw fit to send a highly dangerous ball of energy to be protected by an unstable murderer then I think we can say that Buffy Summers was the keys protector."

"Miss Summers is still here visiting Dawn. She must know surely? Yes, yes she must. I will talk with her later."

"Professor Dumbledore; we found something more of the prophecy today..."
SOMEWHERE COLD AND DARK

There were nine of them. Nine had arrived, and nine were still present. It was a miracle really, since none of them were particularly gifted in self defence and they were Voldermort's prisoners.

Not that they had actually seen the 'dark lord' just his minions and seeing was a bit too strong of a word as they always wore those dammed cloaks.

It had escaped no-ones attention that there were no Slytherin's amongst them. Gryffindor's, Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's united, that was them. No-one like the Slytherin's anyway.

The honour role was: Neville, Luna, and two fourth years named Jackie and Katie from Gryffindor, two second years (Emily Flinch-Flechedy and Annie Brown) from Ravenclaw and a sixth year (Lucy), a fifth year (Mike) and a fourth year (Thomas) from Hufflepuff.

In the case of Jackie, Katie, Lucy, Mike and Thomas, they had just been unlucky, or lucky depending on your viewpoint. They had been on the opposite side of the hall to where the shields went up and had tried to make a run for it.

They were the one who hadn't been slaughtered by the vampires as they fought to get to safety.

Emily and Annie shouldn't have even been out of their common room. They had snuck out to watch the dance and karaoke and were captured in the corridors by a couple of death eaters.

Luna had been pulling the injured from the battlefield. She had gotten several to safety when she noticed Neville. He had just stepped out from the shields cover for a moment to pick up his dropped wand, but a vampire had grabbed him.

Luna went on impulse and using moves lifted from the slayers fighting nearby, had staked the vampire. However their luck didn't hold and they were both hit with stuperfy's.

"I'm bored!" Annie whined for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day.

"You're bored? We're practically on death row and you're bored?" Mike was panicking.

"What's death row?" Neville asked tentatively. Mike had mentioned it a couple of times and the less informed of the muggle world didn't have a clue what it was.

"In parts of the muggle world, if someone commits a really bad crime, they're sentenced to death and wait on death row to be killed."

"Oh." One word that spoke volumes.

For the first few days they had tried to stay positive. Tried; but everyone was panicked and scared. Now they accepted the fact that they would probably be killed.

They all had different reactions to this. Annie cried and whined, Neville and Lucy became withdrawn and quiet, Mike started snapping at everyone and Emily and Luna were restless.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" They all looked to Thomas slightly surprised. He barely spoke and they tended to forget about him.

"Like what? They've taken our wands." Jackie said dejectedly.

"Plus we don't have a chance fighting them physically."

"Why not?" Emily jumped to her feet, energy radiating off her.

"Well they haven't fed us anything but a tiny bit of bread and water since we got here and that was five days ago. You and Luna are the only ones who can still stand." Mike snapped again.

It was true. Everyone was lying around their cell except for the slightly barmy Luna and little Emily.

"It's worth a shot." Luna said in her usual dreamy voice. "They'll kill us eventually. This way we can fight rather than let them fed us to their pet Schnarks."

"Schnarks? Wait, let me guess. Your father claims all death eaters have these things that no-one can prove exists?" Luna nodded chirpily. "Oh, great, I'm convinced."

"What do we have to lose? Luna and Neville have already faced death eaters before and live." Katie was referring to the events last year.

"Yes but they had practically an army of aurors behind them!" Mike was nearly shouting.

"What do we have to lose?" Emily repeated softly, showing maturity beyond her thirteen years. "Who's in for at least trying to live?"

One by one the small group of students raised their hands, lead by Emily, Luna and Neville. Soon Mike was the only one who was 'out'. As everyone looked at him expectantly he shook his head, raising his hand and sighed: "What do we have to lose?"
BACK AT HOGWARTS

"Dawn? Dawn, Qu'est ce qui s'est passé?" Suddenly Dawn was nearly bowled over by a petite woman launching into her. [Dawn, what happened?]

"Mrs. Chardon, I..." But she had no words to comfort the sobbing French woman who had just lost her daughter. Mr. Chardon gently pulled his wife away from Dawn and drew her to him.

"Dawn; what happened to Robinette?" His deep voice was heavily accented and it wavered as he spoke.

"Voldermort attacked the school with vampires." She said gently, ignoring their flinched as she spoke to his name. "We had to fight through the night. R-Robinette was killed by a vampire."

"Non, no!" They had already heard the news, but now it seem so much more real. "Ma petite fille! Ma pauvre bébé!" [My little girl! My poor baby!]

Dawn felt tears stinging at her eyes at the mothers anguished cries and the fathers pain filled eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered. This alerted Mrs. Chardon's attention back to the watcher.

"You; you were supposed to look after her, you promised, you promised..." she broke down again in her husband's arms.

"I'm so sorry, I did everything I could, we all did. I..." she trailed off spreading her arms hopelessly in front of her, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"Perhaps you would please take us to our daughter." Mr. Chardon spoke dully. Dawn nodded and led them to the hospital ward. The corpses had all been laid out on beds, half covered by white sheets. Mrs. Chardon gasped as she saw Robin's lifeless body lying on a cold, white bed.

"A mother is not supposed to outlive her child." She murmured, taking her daughters hand a tear falling onto the bed.

"I'm so sorry, if there was anything I could do..."

"There is nothing you can do! My daughter is dead and she would never have been if she hadn't met you!" Dawn stepped back at the French woman's anger. But it was soon replaced by a blank look of hopelessness. "I'm sorry, Dawn, but we want to be alone with our daughter now."

"We don't blame you. Goodbye, Dawn." Mr. Chardon turned back towards his wife as Dawn backed out of the hospital ward, finally allowing the tears that had been threatening to fall.
THE LA OFFICES OF WOLFRAM AND HART

"Hummmmmmmmmm...what's the point of this...Hummmmmmmmmm."

"Hummmmmmmmmm...it helps you find your inner centre...Hummmmmmmmmm."

"Hummmmmmmmmm...Angel this is ridiculous."

"Hummmmmmmmmm... no it isn't... Hummmmmmmmmm humm- hey, you stopped humming!"

"It wasn't helping me find my inner centre or relax or any of that stuff that meditation is meant to do. Maybe Spike is right when he calls you a poofter."

"Hey!"

"Angel, no self respecting guy is gonna do yoga!" Jaden rose from her Buddha position on the floor to standing, arms folded, back tense.

"It isn't yoga. It's meditation." The vampire said defensively.

"Whatever!" The slayer flounced down in one of Wolfram and Hart's comfy office chairs. "What is this supposed to achieve?"

"You said you wanted to change, to be a 'do-gooder' as you put it. That's one of the things recommended; meditation and relaxation."

"Maybe so, but it's not for me."

"OK; so talk." Angel sat in his chair opposite her, the sun shining on his face.

"About what?" Angel gave her 'the look' and she sighed. "OK, I'll talk. When I was put into Slytherin, I was on my own in an evil house. The hat said I wanted power, and I guess I did in a way, I do. But not evilly! I want to have the power to, no offence, kill vampires and demons and stuff. Anyway, I couldn't really talk to Dawn or Skye or anyone 'cause I was in Slytherin and Draco is sooo cute and-"

"Whoa, slow down. Why couldn't you talk to anyone?"

"I guess I just got lonely. Slytherin's don't like their housemates associating with other houses so for the first few weeks no-one was talking to me."

"That must've been hard." Angel said comfortingly.

Jaden gave him an incredulous look. "That must've been hard? God, Angel, what are you, some kind of shrink? You look down on me-"

"No I don't! I understand; I went through the same thing when I got my soul back. You feel lost and lonely and like no-one can help you, but they can! Let me help you." He pleaded.

Jaden sighed and threw her hands up. It did make her fell better after talking to him.

"Fine! Draco Malfoy is like the prince of Slytherin. He's the boy everyone wants to date and who all the guys want to be like. He was kind to me. He talked to me in the common room and made things more bearable. Then one day he convinced me to play a game with him and some of the others instead of meeting up with the others. And then it happened again." The young slayer spoke quietly, but honestly.

"And eventually, you were accepted by your housemates and didn't want to be lonely again?" Angel asked softly. Jaden nodded; her eyes on the carpet.

"You don't have to be lonely, Jaden. Dawn, Skylar, Flick, everyone... they're all worried about you and want you back."

"How can they forgive me?" Jade asked tearfully.

"The same way I was forgiven when I lost my soul a few years back. You didn't know that, did you? I won't go into details, Dawn can tell you those, but I lost my soul and tortured all of Buffy's friends and family. They forgave me, and you haven't done anything near that serious. Jaden, do you want to go back? Are you ready?"

Jaden thought about the question for a bit. It would be so easy to stay in LA. Finally she looked back at Angel. "Thanks, Angel, for everything. I'm ready to go back."
AT HOGWARTS ONCE AGAIN

"Miss Summers, I have been meaning to ask you something."

"Yes, professor?" Buffy looked up from where she was pouring over a map with Giles, looking for any coloured dots as an indication that Willow's latest spell to locate the missing students was working.

"Professor Snape made a...interesting discovery today. We were wondering of you knew anything of a key, last activated three years ago?"

"What? Why? What do you want with her?" Buffy was immediately on the defence.

"Her? We want to protect her. Lord Voldermort id looking for her and he must not get her. Do you know who she is?"

Buffy sighed and looked to Giles for guidance. He gave her a small nod, so she told Professor Dumbledore all she knew. About Dawn, about the ritual and about her death (leaving out the part where she is was in heaven).

"Dawn is the key? Is that where she gets her power." Buffy nodded 'yes'. "Oh dear."

"Oh dear? I don't like the sound of that." Buffy said, worried.

"There is a prophecy-"

Three simultaneous groans came from the trio from Sunnydale. "We hate prophecies." Willow said as an explanation.

"Indeed." Professor Dumbledore continued. "It says that the boy who lived shall be helped by the key in his fight with the snake lord."

"Well, we knew that Dawn was going to help Harry anyway." Buffy said reasonably.

"Yes. Well today we found something new about the prophecy. We are not sure of the exact translation, but it defiantly says that... that either 'the boy who lived' or 'the key' will die in the fight against Voldermort."

Both Willow and Buffy wore identical horrified, and scared faces at the news. Giles cleaned his glasses, without even registering, a similar expression on his face. "Dear Lord."
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