I'm feeling very nice today, so I'm going to let you all have an early update, as Fanfiction.net is going to be down later today and tomorrow.
So…this is the one! The one where Buffy goes to the Order! I hope you all like it…it's longer than my last chapters.
Characterization of Cordelia in my last chapter was off I know, but I actually do not watch Angel, so I did not realise she was not a bimbo any more. I'm sorry for how I wrote her, and if I'm bringing her into the story more (which I'm probably not) I'll make her deeper…k?
Catlimere: I am not going to tell anyone about the pairing until it actually happens, and I think it'll be a while yet. You'll just have to wait and see. Thanks for reviewing!
Just a reminder, Buffy does NOT know about Peter's betrayal, Sirius' death and Azkaban, Harry's adventures and the prophecy, she doesn't know anything that is related to her family and friends, k?
Thanks for all your reviews!
Chapter 5.
Buffy hated the way she had left things with Angel, but she couldn't go back and talk about it, she had not enough time. She carefully packed everything in her two suitcases, her clothes, and weapons, everything she held dear. Soon, her room was almost bare, everything she could not fight would be sent over to England, including more weapons and training equipment. Buffy paused as she put a picture in her suitcase. It was of her mother, Willow and Xander, taken after she returned from Los Angeles after she killed Angel. She smiled, stroking the face of her mother with her thumb. She loved Joyce, and she still remembered the day when she found her on the sofa, dead. That was one of the worst memories of her life.
Hank Summers, her 'father' was connected to the Watcher's Council, his brother was a Watcher and had died two years before Buffy was taken from her family. The Council wanted Buffy to be brought up in a normal environment, they wanted the magic to be squashed out of her and by putting her with two muggle people, they thought they had.
*Flashback* Sixteen years ago, 27th December, 1981.
"Move." A Watcher ordered, and Buffy felt herself being pushed roughly in the back. She stumbled forward, but caught herself before she landed on the floor. She sniffed, walking at a faster pace as the Watcher's increased their speed. She was sandwiched between two Watchers, who both had strong grips on her shoulders.
"Where are we going?" She asked, trying to sound confident but ended up sounding meek.
"We're going to meet your new family, kid." The Watcher on the left said, smiling down at her. He was the nicest, he had let her play cards during the long flight and had given her things to eat and drink when she was hungry and thirsty.
"But why can't I go back to Lily?" Buffy whined.
The Watcher on the right growled and leant down close to the young girl. "We have already explained this, Miss Evans. Now shut up and keep on walking." Buffy obliged and the pace quickened. The group made their way out of Los Angeles airport and into the sunshine, where two people were waiting.
The woman had curly dirty blonde hair and a nice, friendly smile on her face. She was dressed in a smart suit and held a teddy bear and a multi-coloured lollipop. The man next to her was large and dressed in a sharp suit, a frown on his young face. He rolled his eyes as the woman sighed happily at seeing Buffy, and came forward to meet Quentin Travers, shaking his hand with a nod.
"Nice to see you again." He said in a gruff voice.
"This is the girl." Travers sneered, motioning for Buffy to move forward. She did and stood in front of the couple, her arms folded across her chest.
"Hello Buffy." The woman said cheerfully, holding out the teddy bear and lollipop to her. "This is for you."
Buffy eyed the gifts with distaste. "I'm not a child." She said bluntly, pushing the gifts away from her.
"Miss Evans, this is Joyce Summers and Hank Summers. They will be taking care of you from now on. You are allowed no contact from your family or friends, you are not to talk of this 'magic' again, and you will think of yourself as Buffy Anne Summers. Yes?" Travers reeled off the instructions, but Buffy hardly heard him. She answered yes, when he asked the question, and spoke in a monotone voice, her face devoid of emotion.
This was going to be her life from now on. With the Summer's family. She was never going to see her real family again.
End Flashback.
Buffy had hardly spoken a word to her new 'parents' for two weeks. She did everything they told her to do, but she had done it like a robot. But, after two weeks of silence, Joyce had finally sat her down and they had talked. Buffy had told her everything, her childhood, Hogwarts, her family, and the day she was taken. Joyce had listened with an open ear and a kind heart, and after Buffy was finished, Joyce had hugged her gently, whispering reassuring words in her ear. After that, Joyce and Buffy had been virtually inseparable.
A tear dropped on the face of her mother, and Buffy wiped it away, a small smile on her face.
"I love you mom."
***
Buffy skipped down the stairs, her suitcases banging against her legs as she landed on the ground. She grinned at her friends, and Willow could not help but smile back. She had never seen Buffy so happy in a long time, this was truly a good thing and even though she would miss her best friend, she was very happy for her.
"Are you ready my dear?" Dumbledore asked, taking one of the suitcases even though Buffy could carry them easily…hello, Slayer strength?
Buffy nodded and dropped her suitcase on the ground, embracing Tara into a bone-crushing hug.
"I'll miss you." Tara whispered into her ear.
"Likewise." Buffy said, looking into her eyes. "You take care of Willow, 'k? Or I might have to come back and beat your ass up."
Tara giggled, nodding shyly as she looked back to the red head. "She's a keeper."
Buffy grinned, and removed herself from Tara's hold, embracing Willow.
"Don't you die on me now." Willow choked. "Dying once is one too many, I don't want to lose you."
"I'll owl you as soon as I can, 'k Will?"
Willow nodded, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. "Love you."
"Love you too."
"Buffy, we should get going." Dumbledore said, pulling out of his robe an old book.
Buffy picked up her suitcase and smiled at her two friends. She stood next to Dumbledore and he held out the book to her.
"Do not let go of this book, and make sure you have a tight hold of your belongings." He instructed, taking out a small golden pocket watch. "Three…two…one…"
Smiling at her friends, she gave a small wave as she felt a small tug under her navel. Her surroundings went black and she felt like she was moving, wind rushing through her blonde hair. She remembered Dumbledore's instructions and she held on to her suitcase tighter.
Without warning that they were going to, Buffy felt her feet touch the ground and she fell on to the floor, her suitcase falling onto the ground. Growling, she looked up to the still standing wizard, who had a rather smug face.
"Oh, shut up." Buffy said, irritably.
"I did not say anything." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling in the dark.
"I was saying it in advance." Buffy flipped onto her feet and smirked at Dumbledore.
"Show off." He muttered.
Buffy grinned and looked around her. They were in a street, the light coming from the setting sun in the sky, casting a purple glow over the street. She collected her suitcase and followed Dumbledore wordlessly down the street, turning right and onto another street, this time lit by streetlights. Dumbledore took out a small object from his pocket and held it up in the air, clicking it multiple times. At each click, the lights from the street lamps where collected into the object, and Buffy watched in fascination as the light seemed to fly to Dumbledore. Smiling at Buffy's reaction, he put the object back in his pocket and took out a small piece of paper, giving it to Buffy. They continued down the street, stopping opposite two dirty houses, a small gap separating them. On one side, there was a number 11, and on the other side, a number 13.
"Take a look at the paper. Memorise what you are reading and think about it carefully."
Buffy obliged at looked at the paper.
12 Grimmauld Place
London.
She did what Dumbledore instructed and thought about the words carefully, and before her eyes, a house, identical to the ones of either side had squeezed in the gap, separating the houses further and settling normally in the middle.
"Wicked cool." Buffy exclaimed, years of spending time with Faith rubbing onto her.
"I'm glad you like it my dear. This will be your home for a while, until you chose to move somewhere else."
Buffy nodded, the house was dirty with black windows and gloomy walls. She just hoped it looked better inside.
It didn't. It was cleaner, but the hall was dark and gloomy, the only light was from a dusty chandelier on the ceiling.
Buffy put her suitcase next to where Dumbledore had put her other one and followed him through the hall and down a stone staircase.
"You shall hopefully be meeting some of the Order members now, they used to work with Lily and James, and you may recognise a few of them."
Buffy almost jumped for joy at the mention of people knowing her family, but she continued on, her smile growing larger and larger by the second.
Dumbledore smiled to himself, his secret was well kept. Buffy did not know that Harry was still alive, and she did not know that she would be meeting an old friend in a matter of moments. But she also did not know about the situation with Harry, the death of Sirius or the betrayal of Peter. Dumbledore had always left the things that connected to her out of the explaining.
They came to a door, voices coming from it. Dumbledore pushed the door open and the voices stopped, loud shushing coming from behind it. Smiling back to Buffy encouragingly, he walked through, Buffy following.
It was a crowded room, a table in the middle and people clustered around it. Kitchen stoves and cabinets cluttered the walls pots and pans hung from knobs.
There were a lot of red heads around the table, one pink haired woman, one man with a bowler hat, a man with a bottle in his hand and a young girl, no more than sixteen with bushy brown hair.
"Everyone, I would like you to meet Buffy Summers, the woman I have been telling you all about." There were nods at Buffy as Dumbledore said this, and she smiled nervously.
"This is Alastor Moody, Tonks, Fletcher Mundungus, , Hermione Granger, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Molly and Arthur Weasley." Dumbledore introduced, gesturing to the different faces.
"Hello." Buffy said as politely as she could, while trying to memorise all the names and faces.
"Welcome to England dear." Molly Weasley said, bustling up to Buffy, a large friendly smile on her face.
"Thank you." Buffy said, a frown on her face. "Weasley, is it?" Molly nodded. "That feels strangely familiar." She said, grinning at the friendly woman.
"Yes, and the name Buffy rings a bell also." Molly added. "Do you-"
Before Molly could finish her sentence, the kitchen door opened and a man came in, a sheepish smile on his face. His light brown hair was flecked with grey, and he looked tired and weary, but he seemed quite young. His robes were old and battered.
"Sorry Albus, I was up in my room, I forgot the time."
Dumbledore smiled. "Do not worry; I have somebody for you to meet."
Buffy turned to the man and smiled. "Hi I'm-"
"Buffy." The man choked. "Buffy Evans. Dear god, it's you."
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