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Quickie update again…and lookie! Long chapter! 9 pages…longest I've done so far.
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For all of you who have been waiting for a Petunia/Buffy meeting…I'll hope you'll be satisfied and pleasantly surprised with the way it comes out. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and it is without a doubt my favourite so far.
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Chapter 8.
Buffy and Lupin arrived in the kitchen shortly after Ginny had called them, Buffy armed with a stake and dagger even though she knew she probably would not use it. The kitchen was filled, people crammed into every available space possible. Buffy only recognised the people who were in the room before, even though she had not talked to Tonks, Moody and Fletcher. The first person to approach her though was an old woman with black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her lips were thin she looked as if she had been sucking a lemon, and her lips had stuck that way. Her face was stern and her robes were spotless.
"Miss Evans." She said in a firm Scottish accent. "Where on earth have you been these years?"
Buffy grinned, and she swore that the woman smiled back. "In America Professor. I'm afraid I don't have my Transfiguration homework."
"Is that your excuse? I have heard much better from you, Miss Evans." Her face was serious for a moment, but then a true smile broke her stern face and she engulfed a surprised Buffy in a hug. "Welcome back Buffy." She said.
"Thank you Professor McGonagall, I'm surprised you remember me."
"Of course I do, I think, besides the twins, Harry Potter and his friends and the Marauders, no other students gave me as much trouble as you and Charlie did."
"We were pretty good weren't we?" Charlie added, walking over to Buffy.
"You both gave me very good exercise, running up and down the castle like that." Mc Gonagall replied, and Buffy smirked.
"Charlie could hardly keep up with me."
Charlie crossed his arms against his chest, towering above Buffy. "I wasn't the one who had potential slayer speed. Besides, all the pranks and jokes were thought up by Buffy, so it did not matter if Mc Gonagall caught me." Charlie defended, running a hand through his burnt hair.
"Excuse me." A snooty voice interrupted them, and Buffy did a double take. The man had long black greasy hair, his skin was white and he was wearing a large black robe. "We are leaving now." He continued, eyeing Buffy with distaste. Behind her, Buffy could hear a growl from Lupin.
"Oh my god it's Dracula." Buffy blurted out, and the man raised his eyebrow.
"Excuse me." He repeated, but he asked it as a question.
The room, which had been previously alive with noise, was silent; all eyes were on the man and Buffy.
"You're Dracula." Buffy repeated. "But I swear I killed you seven years ago."
"You've met Dracula?" The man asked, sounding as if he did not believe her.
"Oh yeah. I was under his thrall and everything. But I killed him. He was an evil bastard. I swear you look just like him."
The man snarled and he stepped closer to Buffy, towering above her. She met his gaze challengingly, staring into his black eyes with a smirk on her face.
"You even dress like him." Buffy continued, not caring about the death stare she was getting. "Do you have the same stylist?" She chirped.
The man growled, his nostrils flaring.
"And do you have a hairdresser?" She grimaced as she looked at his hair. "Your hair is in serious need of a wash and blow dry."
Sniggers were heard around the room and the man looked as if he was going to kill her. But before he could do anything, Dumbledore interrupted, the twinkle in his eye glowing brighter than ever.
"If everyone involved in the rescue mission would go outside please." Dumbledore called, and Buffy smirked at the man one last time and turned on her heel, exiting the room quickly with Charlie and Lupin on her heels.
"Who was that guy?" She asked once they were outside in the black night.
"Severus Snape. I'm sure you remember James and Sirius joke about him?" Lupin answered, ignoring Charlie who was almost doubled up with laughter.
Buffy grinned as she remembered, but she didn't say anything because the Dracula look alike had left the house with Dumbledore, an angry scowl on his face.
It was not before long before all the wizards and witches had collected on the street. The street lights were out as before and everyone was crowded round Dumbledore, wands in their hands.
Dumbledore sounded quite serious, and his face was stony as he told the information to the wizards and witches. Apparently, Harry had not been sending any letters to his friends, even though Ron, Hermione and Lupin had tried many times; they had not received any replies.
Buffy listened carefully, her whole attention was focused on Dumbledore, and so it was remarkable that Buffy caught the dagger that was aimed at her back. There was a cry from the bushes opposite and two vampires jumped out, looking extremely angry.
Buffy glared at the vampires, and Lupin who was next to her advanced forward with his wand but Buffy held him back.
"What the hell do you want?" Buffy asked with the dagger still in her hands.
"Slayer." One of them hissed, and Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Yeah? What do you want? I'm busy right now." Buffy returned, walking forward to the two vampires, aware that everyone was watching her.
"We want you dead." The vampire growled, and its partner lunged forward at Buffy, his arms outstretched. Quick as a flash, Buffy whipped out her stake from her back pocket and staked it, the vampire dust flying away with the wind.
Buffy grinned at the other vampire, who looked astonished at how quickly his partner had gone. "One down, one more to go."
Buffy punched the vampire and he stumbled backwards, before lunging forward and tackling Buffy to the ground. She found herself on the cold floor, the vampire on top of her and she pushed him off, flipping up into a defensive stance. The vampire attacked, trying to hit her but instead punching the air instead as Buffy dodged expertly. She kicked him in the chest and he flew back, landing on the ground. Striding up, to him, she twirled her stake in her hand and with a grin; she dropped down and staked him.
She brushed herself off, making sure she didn't have anymore dust on her clothes. When she was satisfied, she walked back to the group and grinned at the astonished faces.
"So where were we Dumble-d?"
The old wizard grinned and he continued, Buffy listening carefully, but keeping her senses alert.
"I think that shall be all, please can everyone gather round." Dumbledore said, holding out a long broom. The ones going on the mission crowded round the broom, Buffy sandwiched between Lupin and Snape, an arrangement Snape did not feel too comfortable about. Dumbledore stood back, smiling at Buffy. In fact, not many of the wizards and witches who had been in the kitchen were going on the actual mission, the group consisted of Lupin, Charlie, Tonks, Moody, Snape, a man called Deladus Diggle and Buffy.
"In three…two…one…"
For the second time that evening, Buffy felt the sharp pull of the port-key and the group was transported to Privet Drive, Buffy landing ungracefully on the freshly cut lawn.
Snape smirked at her, and Buffy glared at him, flipping up just as she had done before. Snape's face fell, and Buffy couldn't help but stick her tongue out at him, to which he raised an eyebrow.
"Is everyone alright?" Moody said in a gruff voice, and the group nodded.
"How are we going to get in there?" Charlie asked, looking up to the house. It was neatly kept, the house was painted a sparkling white, the windows were glinting in the moonlight and the garden was well kept. In fact, all the houses were like that. There was no difference in the houses in Privet Drive, and it annoyed Buffy to no end. How could they tell their houses apart? If someone switched the numbers, no one would know where to go!
"Can't we just ring the door bell?" Buffy asked, getting her mind back to more pressing matters.
Snape smirked. "It's two o'clock in the morning; I do not think they will appreciate that."
Buffy shrugged, grinning evilly at Snape. "Tough."
She strode up the white door and pressed on the button, the bell ringing loudly in the house. She waited a while, and when no one answered, she rang it again, but pressing her finger on the button for longer this time. No one came. She did again, but this time, doing it more frequently and at short intervals, ringing it to tune that sounded familiarly like 'Twinkle twinkle little star'.
Finally, the upstairs room light switched on and Buffy pressed the button once more, with added pressure. The button split from the wall, hanging in mid-air, wires attaching it to the wall.
"Oops." Buffy said, smiling sheepishly at Lupin who only grinned in return.
The door opened, and light flooded onto the lawn. In the doorway, stood a huge man in striped pyjamas. His face was purple with rage, and it looked as if he was going to explode.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He bellowed, pointing his finger rudely at Buffy. "It's two o'clock in the morning!" He glared at Buffy, and she smiled in return.
"Hi Vernon. Mind if I come in?" She asked cheerfully.
"Of course I do!" He replied, terribly offended.
"Tough." She said, pushing past the fat man and entering the hall way.
"I have never encountered such a rude person! Who the hell are you?" He spat, following Buffy into the hallway.
"Vernon?" A voice called, and a woman came down the stairs, a tired look on her face. She was bony and tall, wearing her hair in rollers. "What's going on?"
"Hello Pettie." Buffy grinned, and Petunia gasped as she reached the floor.
"Buffy?" She breathed, and Buffy nodded.
"In the flesh." Buffy chirped. "How have you been?"
Petunia opened her mouth, but words had seemed to escape her. Her mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish and she her eyes were wide with shock. "But…I thought…you were…" She breathed, stopping as she reached the last word.
"Dead?" Buffy supplied. Petunia nodded hurriedly. "Well, I'm not." She returned.
"Mummy?"
"Diddydums!" Petunia said, ushering for the large fat boy to come down the stairs. "Meet your aunt!"
Dudley walked down the stairs slowly, his eyes were half open and he had to feel his way down. He had short brown hair, which was plastered to his face. He looked extremely odd, for his body was too large for his head and Buffy had to stop herself from sniggering.
"Hello Dudley." Buffy said, and he looked up, his eyes wide as if he had never seen a girl before. He looked her up and down, and he looked as if he had just set his eyes on something extremely tasty to eat. "Down boy." Buffy said, and behind her, Charlie chuckled.
"What are you doing here Buffy?" Asked Petunia, putting a protective arm around Dudley.
"I've come to see my nephew." Buffy informed, and Dudley grinned. "Not you, my other nephew."
Petunia's face fell, and she tightened her grip on Dudley. "Why?" She asked, astonished to find that Buffy actually wanted to see Harry.
"I've come to take him away from here, to a friend." Buffy said. Petunia nodded wordlessly. "Where is he?"
"I'll go get him." Vernon announced a broad grin on his face. He was ecstatic to get rid of Harry. "Where are the keys Petunia?" Petunia pointed to a drawer.
Buffy frowned. "Keys? Why would you need keys?"
Vernon did not answer and rummaged around in a drawer opposite the stairs. He laughed shortly when he found it, gazing at it as if it was his prized possession.
"Come on, we haven't got all day." Snape growled, and Vernon faced him angrily, but shrieked when he saw the glare Snape was giving him.
"Yes…yes…right away." Vernon muttered, hurrying up the stairs as fast as he could go, which was, admittedly, not fast at all.
"Why would he need keys?" Buffy repeated, giving a cold stare at Petunia.
"We had some…trouble." Petunia said quietly, and Buffy raised her eyebrow, not believing her eldest sister.
"Boy!" Vernon's voice floated down the stairs. "Get downstairs NOW!"
Buffy glared at Petunia again. "Boy? He has a name you know!"
"What's the matter Uncle Vernon?" A tired, weak voice asked upstairs, and Buffy looked up the stairs, waiting for her nephew to come down.
"There's some of your kind downstairs." Vernon spat, and Buffy heard Harry walk across the landing above her.
And suddenly, he appeared, walking down the stairs, his glasses askew and his raven hair standing up. Buffy gasped, he looked so much like James it was extraordinary. He was wearing large blue jeans that had a large number of rips and holes in them, and a dirty t-shirt that looked as if it had been white, but was now a dirty brown, stained with mud and…blood? Buffy had not noticed it before, as she was too taken aback by how much he looked like James, but his bare arms were covered in bruises, he had a large black eye that was covered by his large glasses, and he appeared to be limping. He smiled weakly at Lupin, and Buffy could hear him gasp. Harry's eyes were completely empty, soulless and he looked almost dead. His arms were like sticks, Buffy could see his outline of his rib cage because his shirt stuck to him in places. His trousers were almost falling off his tiny waist and his shoes had holes in the soles. It was a wonder he could walk.
Buffy clenched her fist, and before she could stop herself, she had Petunia pinned up against the wall, her hand against Petunia's long neck.
"What have you done to him?" Buffy hissed, and Petunia winced in fear.
"Buffy…" Warned Lupin, but Buffy ignored him, her eyes not leaving Petunia's, searching her for something.
"Get off my wife!" Vernon yelled, rushing past Harry, but Buffy silenced him with a cold stare. Vernon whimpered, Dudley echoing his.
"Look at him." Buffy growled, "He looks like he hasn't eaten in days."
Dudley, being a stupid idiot, informed Buffy that Harry hadn't been fed a proper meal for nine days.
"Nine days?" Buffy asked disbelievingly. "Nine bloody days!" Petunia winced again and Buffy let her go, Petunia's skinny frame sinking to the floor. "You make me sick." Buffy spat.
"Buffy-"Petunia tried to say, but the blonde cut her off.
"He is your sister's son!" Buffy yelled, pointing to Harry who was watching the scene with sick pleasure. He loved the fact that this woman was telling off his aunt, but…who was she?
"He's one of them." Vernon spat, casting a disgusted look back to Harry.
"So? He is a human being! He is your sister's son! Don't you even care? Do you have a heart?" Buffy yelled, and Petunia cowered. Buffy shook her head, a disgusted look on her face. "You make me sick." She repeated.
"Harry." Lupin's voice rang out on in the silence. "Go and get your things, we're leaving in ten minutes." Harry nodded, and he hurried up the stairs, not before giving Buffy a gratified look.
Buffy stared at where Harry had been previously, and when she talked, her voice was soft, almost wistful. "He doesn't know who I am, does he?"
"No." Petunia answered, standing up slowly, her legs trembling. "I thought you were dead."
"Yet, you did not think to tell him he had two aunts, not one." Buffy replied coldly.
Petunia had no words to say, and she stood quietly, watching Buffy. Eventually, Buffy got annoyed that she was looking at her and she glared at Petunia.
"What?" Buffy spat.
Petunia smiled. "You look like mother." Buffy dropped the glare and smiled softly.
"You look like dad." Buffy said, and the pair stood, gazing at each other, as if a connection had been established. Before long, Harry came down the stairs lugging his trunk and broomstick behind him. Charlie rushed up to help him, and the pair came down the stairs, Harry's gaze bouncing from Buffy, to Petunia, then back to Buffy.
"I'm glad you're back." Petunia said quietly, and Buffy smiled.
"See you Pettie." She said, quickly exciting the house, the rest of the group following her.
"Hurry up." Lupin said, holding out the broom and looking at the pocket watch at the same time. The group gathered round the broom, Buffy finding herself next to Harry, who looked up to, her, his green eyes, fixed on Buffy's identical ones. "Three…two…one…"
Buffy felt the familiar tug, and she was transported to the street opposite numbers 11 and 13, once again, Buffy falling on the ground clumsily.
"I'm never going to get the hang of this, am I?" Buffy muttered, and Lupin chuckled giving her his hand for her to get up. Moody was at the door of the Order as they all thought of it, unlocking it with his wand. The door opened, and the group piled in, Harry and Buffy last.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Lupin shook his head.
"Mrs Black has been giving us hell recently." Lupin whispered, and Harry nodded. The group proceeded down the hall, walking down the stairs and entering the busy kitchen.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled, bouncing up to him and hugging him forcefully.
"Hermione…air…"Harry breathed, and Hermione grinned sheepishly. Ron came up behind him, looking slightly apprehensive.
"We don't have to hug…do we?" Ron asked.
"No." Harry said, smiling softly, and Hermione gasped, but was silenced with a warning glance from Buffy. She had obviously seen the look in Harry's eyes.
"Alright Harry?" Fred asked, and Harry shrugged.
"So…how did you take it?" George asked, and Harry looked confused.
"Take what?" Buffy tried to catch George's eye, trying to tell him not to tell Harry, but George did not look her way.
"About Buffy." Harry looked to the blonde, and she winced.
"What about Buffy?" Harry asked, looking from Buffy, then back to George.
"You know, Buffy is your aunt, Lily's sister." George announced, and the kitchen fell silent. Harry looked astonished, and he looked down to Buffy, his eyes wide. "Oh, you didn't know…oops." George said, with a sheepish grin.
Buffy smiled at Harry, and gave a small wave. "It's…uh…true. I'm your aunt."
Harry's eyes flew wide, his mouth hung open and he dropped his broomstick, the wood clattering to the floor.
Buffy smiled nervously, and not knowing what to say, she said the first thing that came into her mind. "How you been?"
Oo…cliffie…hehe.
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