Summary: Buffy Anne Evans is taken from her family when she is eleven years old, by the Watcher's Council. She is placed in Joyce and Hank Summers care. When she is twenty seven, an old friend approaches her with a chance to fight against evil…and to find the family she lost so many years ago.
Timeline and Spoilers: Harry Potter Spoilers-all the books. Buffy spoilers: Spoilers up to and including Season Four. This story continues way past Season Four, but Dawn is not alive, Glory does not exist, Riley has left for the jungle, Tara and Willow are still going strong, Anya and Xander are together and married and Spike has a chip. Angel spoilers: None, I am not following the series, but Doyle is dead…Gunn, Fred, Wesley, Cordy and Angel are fighting evil. Conner is not alive…Wolfram and Hart is there but will probably go without a mention. The Angel guys are not in it a lot, the main characters will be from Buffy and Harry Potter. The Buffy, Xander and co are twenty seven, it is the summer after Book Five.
Notes: Faith is NOT in jail. Her deal will be explained. Spike is in love with Buffy. Sirius is dead, but he may not stay that way…wink wink.
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Chapter 2.
Buffy Summers walked down the cold streets of LA, hugging her duster close to her body. It was almost midnight, and the night had been slow, she had only dusted one vampire. Sighing, Buffy twirled the dagger in her hand, enjoying the way it felt in her grasp. She loved all weapons, but this dagger was special. It was given to her by the Watcher's Council on her twenty fifth birthday, when she had been a slayer for ten years. She was now twenty seven, and she did not feel a day older than nineteen. She knew she did not look twenty seven, maybe about twenty, and she acted twenty also. She was young for a normal human being, but old for a slayer. She was the oldest slayer in history, and she was the most powerful one also. No other slayer previous to her had been this successful, had stopped this many apocalypses or had managed to kill as many demons as her. Buffy had been to hell, literally, she had died once and she had averted nine apocalypses. All demons and vampires knew her name, all feared her and Buffy loved it.
"Buffy, you're back early." Willow said as Buffy entered the house she shared with Willow and Tara.
Buffy shrugged off her black duster and jumped onto the sofa, catching a bottle of beer that Willow threw her.
"Slow night, huh?" Tara said, joining the two girls in the living room.
"I think I've killed almost all the vampires in LA." Buffy said, taking a swig from her bottle.
"But that's good right?" Willow said, munching on some crisps.
Buffy shook her head, a sad smile on her face. "I'll have to move again." Buffy admitted.
"No, you can't! You just arrived here, you can't go!" Willow protested.
"I have to Wills, this town is officially dead. I mean, alive. There are no demons, no vampires and no other evil things in this city. I'll have to leave."
"But you move around so much Buff." Tara argued.
Buffy shrugged again, it was true, she did, but that was because she was the slayer. Willow and Tara had moved to LA three years ago, and five months ago, Buffy had moved here, planning to say permanently. But it could not happen. For the past seven years, Buffy had been moving all around the US, getting rid of the vampires and demons until there was none left. Sunnydale was supposed to be the active hellmouth, but everything had stayed dead when they defeated Adam. Buffy had left, with money from the Council and had moved from place to place, defeating evil. She had been to all states in the US, going to all the major cities to kill the bad guys, but now, the US was safe. Of course, there was the odd vampire or demon, but people could deal with that. Her job was done in the US. She had to go overboard and fight there, were there were still vampires and demons roaming around. Besides, Faith could stop the bad guys in America by herself, she did not need Buffy. She voiced her opinions to Willow and Tara, and they nodded, understanding.
"Angel's going to be upset." Willow pointed out quietly.
Buffy shrugged, "Screw Angel."
"You did. That was not of the good."
Buffy rolled her eyes at Willow. "He left me nine years ago; you would think he would have gotten over me by now." She knew she was being hypocritical, but she didn't care.
"Leave him alone Buff, he still loves you and I think that's a good thing." Tara replied.
"Why? He knows it can't happen, so why does he love me? Remember, it was his choice to leave me, not mine." Buffy frowned, she still loved Angel, and she knew she always would, but she knew it could never happen. After her graduation, Angel had left, gone to Los Angeles to fight evil there. Away from Buffy.
"We should go to bed." Tara said, standing up and stretching. Willow nodded, casting a look to Buffy, her best friend.
"I agree." Said the red head, standing up also. "Don't stay up too late Buff." She called over her shoulder as Willow and Tara left the living room.
Buffy nodded, and tucked her legs under her couch. She did this every night, when everyone was asleep. She needed alone time, to think about everything, her past, her present, and her future. But she normally thought about her past. She normally thought about that day, when she was taken from her family and friends. Christmas day, fifteen years ago.
She remembered it as if it was yesterday, the joyous laughter, the smell of Firewhiskey, and the happy faces. She also remembered the screaming, the curses, the pain and the sadness. In her mind, she could still hear her older sister screaming at the top of her lungs, she could still see Moony and Padfoot trying to protect her, and she could still see Quentin Traver's twisted face as he grinned horribly at her. She hated that man with vengeance.
At the time, when she was on the plane to America, her hands in cuffs, she blamed Travers wholly on the matter. But afterwards, when she actually became a slayer, four years after she was kidnapped, she realised that it was not his fault, it was hers, her own. She was the reason she was taken from everything she knew, because she had a destiny that must be fulfilled.
Two years after Buffy had become the slayer, when she had thrust her sword in Angel's gut, she wished that she had not been chosen. She wished that she was just a normal girl, sitting at home with her sister, doing her Transfiguration homework. But no, she was the slayer; she was chosen especially to fight evil, to defend the world. She hated it, she hated being a slayer, and she hated being the one that everyone turned to.
That feeling did not change until Faith arrived in town. Faith was loud, lively, witty and young, and she helped Buffy understand that it was fate, destiny that Buffy was a slayer, and that she shouldn't hate it. Being a slayer was a gift, a gift given to a normal girl, and Buffy was lucky enough to receive this gift. Faith understood her, more than Willow could, more than Lily had. Faith was the only one besides her who had been put under this position, who had been given this gift and who lost so much because of it. But it did not bring Faith down, it made her happy. In Faith logic, they were the luckiest girls alive to have power like this, to be chosen as something so special, it was a gift that they shouldn't hate, but should revel in.
So when Buffy and Faith had gone patrolling together, Faith had taught Buffy to loosen up, to accept this gift and to have fun. And Buffy had taken Faith's advice and had stopped hating her gift, and over time, she had learned to love it. If someone had asked her eleven years ago if she wanted to give up being the slayer, she probably would have said yes. However, if someone had asked if she wanted to give up being a slayer, right now, she would say 'no', with a 'hell' in front of it.
Sighing, Buffy stretched her legs from beneath her and drank the last of her beer. She grinned as she remembered the first time she had had beer. Things had turned out bad, prehistoric bad. Buffy made her way to the kitchen, throwing the bottle over her shoulder where it landed in the bin. She opened the fridge, selecting a strawberry flavoured yoghurt from the top shelf. She took off the wrapper and grabbed a spoon from the sink, dipping it into the tub.
Buffy walked back to the couch and looked at her watch, the time was quarter past midnight. Quickly, Buffy finished the yoghurt and threw the empty tub away. She made her way over to the sink, the wind from the open window blowing in her face. She smiled; she loved the peace in the night, after going patrolling she would relax in a bath tub or something, indulging in the peace and quiet of the night.
But the peace and quiet was interrupted by a hooting of an owl, and a thump by as a small black owl landed on the kitchen table. Buffy grinned, and wiped her hands dry with a towel before opening the letter the owl held.
Dear Buffy.
I do hope you are well, last time we met I remember that you had gained an injury fighting a demon.
I write to announce my arrival to Los Angeles this Saturday, (2nd August) and I would like to see you during my visit. I admit, that the visit is purely business, not pleasure (it is always a pleasure to see you, Buffy!) and I have a proposition for you.
I cannot talk about it here, it is not as informal as I would like. I shall be arriving when the clock turns half past 12, at your house.
I hope I am not imposing, but this visit is terribly important. I will not be staying long, and if you accept my proposition, you shall be joining me on my trip home.
Yours faithfully-
Buffy had not the time to read the name of sender because she was interrupted by a loud pop behind her. She spun around and was greeted by a familiar, smiling face, his blue eyes twinkling, and his long white hair protruding below a purple hat.
Buffy grinned, and pointed at her watch. "It's twelve thirty-one, your late Albus."
OK OK…before you say anything…this will NOT be a Buffy/Angel pairing. Yes this is a pairing fic, but the characters I have in mind will be from the Harry Potter verse.
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