Hi everyone, sorry for the lateness!  Just slipped my mind…I'll do better next time!

I'm glad everyone liked the kiss…finally eh?  I'm really sorry for the shortness of that chapter, I meant to say something but I forgot.  Also…the spell for chapter 22 (I think) was completely made up and it pretty much sucked…but I can't rhyme and I'm not a witch, so I hoped that would do.  Also, I have a question.  When did Hermione slap Draco in the books?  Because I've been searching for it, but there quite a lot of books to go through…I would just really like to know, it's bugging the crap outta me. 

I was going to split this chapter into two, but there was point at where I could do it…hence the mega long chapter. 

Thank you for the reviews!  Please keep 'em coming, I like knowing what people think of this. 

Anyway…on with the chapter!

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Buffy smiled secretly to herself as she woke up the next day.  Sirius and Buffy had kissed the night before.  And Buffy had no regrets.  Buffy jumped out of her bed, pulling a short pale blue dress over her head.  She quietly got ready, wincing as she put a finger to the large purple bruise on her eye.  Come to think of it, maybe a dress was not a good idea, for she had cuts and bruises all over her body.  She changed again in her favourite red leather trousers and a black top, smiling at her appearance.  Pity she couldn't do anything about the purple bruise on her face.

She shrugged and walked out of the room, smiling sweetly at Faith and Willow who resided on the couch. 

"Hey guys.  I'm hungry, wanna get some breakfast?"  Buffy asked, standing by the portrait door.

Faith and Willow laughed.  "Buffy, it's lunch time."  Willow explained, and Buffy's eyes went wide.

"I've been sleeping that long?"  Buffy asked, her eyes wide open.

"Yep, you were out like a rock, B."  Faith said.  "But you know what?  It's lunchtime now, so let's go get a bite."  Faith jumped off the couch and Willow stood up, stretching.  Buffy tried to look casually over at Sirius' door, and Faith chuckled.

"He's with Big D, B."  Buffy looked at her sharply, trying to look innocent and confused.  "He asked about you this morning, seemed kinda desperate.  Something going on?"  Faith teased, and Buffy grinned.  Willow squealed.

"That's great Buffy!"  She said, as the three left their rooms.  "So what happened?  Details needed."

Faith rolled her eyes at Willow's giddiness.  "Red's wondering if it's different with guys compared to girls.  Been out of that team for so long, she doesn't remember."  Faith joked, and Willow swatted Faith playfully on the arm, at which Faith winced, as she, like Buffy had bruises and scratches all over her body.  The three entered the Great hall, which was packed with students eating and talking loudly. 

"Buffy Summers!"  A voice stopped them in their tracks, and a young second year Slytherin ran up to the three, a mischievous smile on her face and something hidden behind her back.

"Hi…um…"  Buffy tried to remember the girl's name, but it was gone from her head.  The girl did not seem to mind, and she thrust a newspaper page in Buffy's hands. 

"Here."  She said, before running off.  Buffy watched her go, a confused look on her face.

"What was that all about?"  Willow asked, equally confused.  Buffy shrugged and looked at the newspaper page.

'Buffy Summers, a long lost relative to Harry Potter.

Everyone knows that Harry Potter, the famous Boy-who-lived has no relatives left, apart from his muggle aunt.  But that information is entirely false, for it has just been revealed by sources that Harry Potter has another aunt, who attended Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry many years ago.  However, she was kidnapped by the Watcher's Council from Lily and James Potter when she was just eleven years old.  The reason for this is that she was a potential slayer.  And now, she is the Slayer.

Having been called when she was just fifteen years old, Buffy Summers, who had taken the name of her adoptive parents, was quite the rebellious child.  Having a criminal record as long as a Basilisk, Miss Summers' more colourful allegations include murder, severe property damage and she has been expelled from two schools. 

This slayer, Buffy Summers who is twenty seven has been living in America for the last sixteen years, but recently, having just found out the whereabouts of her nephew, Harry Potter, is currently residing in Hogwarts, amongst children.

Buffy Summers is a threat, a dangerous, uncontrollable creature.'

Buffy stopped reading and folded the paper in dismay, pure shock written across her face.  How had this…Buffy looked at the name of the writer, Rita Skeeter, obtain this information?  Where could she have found such personal information as this?  And from whom?  Buffy looked up from the paper and glanced around her.  All around her, young students were hurrying away from her, while older ones regarded her as something dangerous, and they looked as if they were going to hex her out of the castle.  Some of them were advancing very slowly, curious looks on their faces.  But it seemed as if many of them were too scared. 

Surprisingly, it was Neville who was the bravest to ask Buffy.  Neville had taken a liking to Buffy ever since he had met her, as far as he knew, Buffy was a nice, friendly, virtually harmless person and Neville, being a loyal person, would not allow some article in the paper make him think otherwise.  He wanted to hear it from Buffy's lips.

"Hey Buffy."  He said wryly, and Buffy smiled encouragingly.  How could that angelic face be evil? Thought Neville.   "Is it true?"  He asked, and the students around them were silent, waiting for an answer.  Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy saw Harry and his friends join the crowd.

"Depends which part you are talking about."  Buffy said.

"She's my aunt, Neville."  Harry clarified, walking up to where Buffy, Faith and Willow stood.  There was a collective gasp, and Neville asked his next question.

"Your criminal record?"

Buffy sighed.  "I was accused of murder, but I did not do it.  I would never kill a human."  Buffy felt Faith flinch with shame next to her.  "I've been expelled from two schools, and I have blown up my last." There was another collective gasp, and Neville asked why. "Because there was a demon snake in it."  Buffy answered.  Another gasp.

A young Hufflepuff with black hair stood forward.  "How big was it?"

Buffy grinned, and looked around the hall.  "You know this hall?  If the demon snake curled up in here, he just fit.  But it'd be a tight squeeze."  Buffy said, with a grin.

Another gasp.

"I'll tell you about it if I take another D.A.D.A lesson."  Buffy said, and there were grins all around.

"You're wicked."  A seventh year boy said, and Buffy grinned.

"That was awesome." 

"I can't believe you blew up a school!"

"Hey, I helped."  Willow said, waving her hand nervously, and all eyes flicked to her.

"Who are you?"  A voice drawled.

"Willow Rosenberg.  I arrived here about a week ago, but I've been mostly in our room."  Willow explained.

"You a muggle?"

"A whattie?" 

"Someone who can't do magic."  Willow smiled.

"I can do magic.  But not your kind.  I can do Wicca, its magic without wands."  There was a murmur.

"Can you show us?"  Another young student asked.

Willow looked cautiously at Buffy, and Buffy shrugged.  "If you think you can."  Buffy said quietly. 

"What do you want me to do?"  Willow asked.

"Turn your hair pink!"

"Make the chairs dance!"

"Turn Malfoy into a ferret again."  There were laughs, and Malfoy, who had been standing a bit away from the crowd, scowled. 

Buffy raised an eyebrow.  "Ferret?"

Ron grinned, and walked to Buffy.  "It was great, I'll tell you."  He said, leading Buffy to a seat at the table.

"It's not that great a story, Weasel."  A voice drawled behind them as they sat down.  Ron turned around to face Draco, contempt etched on his face.

"I think it was bloody brilliant."  Ron said coolly.

"Ron."  Hermione chastised, and both boys looked at the brunette.

"Hello Hermione."  Malfoy drawled with a smirk on his face.  Ron's hands clenched into fists.

"Don't call her that."  He said angrily.

"What?  You don't want to share?"  Malfoy asked, his smirk provoking Ron even more.  "I figured you already did that, sharing Hermione between you and Potty."

Bam.

Malfoy fell to the floor, his hands up against his cheek, where Ron's knuckles had met it.  Buffy was up in her seat, her hands on Ron's chest, preventing him from doing anything else.  There was a crowd around them now, Harry, Willow and Faith in the front. 

Malfoy stood up, and reached for his pocket.

"You're outnumbered kid."  Faith warned, and Malfoy's eyes traveled around the group.  Buffy and Hermione were trying to stop Ron from lunging again at Malfoy, and Willow and Faith were trying to stop Harry attacking Malfoy with both fists and wand.

Immediately, seven large seventh and sixth years stood behind Malfoy, their wands out.

"You really want to do this kid?"  Buffy asked, not knowing his name.  "You're against two slayers, a powerful witch and two angry wizards." 

Malfoy looked at Buffy.  "What good are slayers?"  Malfoy asked, having never seen a slayer in action.

It happened unexpectedly.

Malfoy reached for his wand and Harry and Ron reached for theirs.  Willow held her hands out and muttered a few words, and their wands flew to her hands.  Willow eyes were black, and the roots of her hair turned dark. 

Foolishly, the students backing Malfoy uttered curses and spells and sent them straight at Buffy's group.  But the different colour shoots of light sparked as it touched an invisible barrier, making the barrier glow purple and vibrate.

Willow's hair was now black.

"Accio wands."  Hermione said hurriedly, her eyes on Willow and the Slytherins wands flew to her hand.

"You fool."  Willow said slowly.  Malfoy cowered under Willow's stare.

"Will…"  Buffy warned, her eyes fixed with worry at both Willow and the blonde boy. 

Willow took a step towards Malfoy and Buffy ran in front of him, her hands held up against her chest.

"Willow, don't do this." 

"He was naughty."  Willow said, an evil smile tugging at her lips.

"Yes, but that's no reason to do this."  Buffy urged.  "Remember your training." 

"He-"

"He is sorry Willow.  Aren't you kid?"  Buffy said, leaving no room for argument.

"Y-yes, s-s-sorry."  Malfoy stuttered.  If it had been in a different situation, Ron and Harry would have laughed.  But one look at Willow and they could tell this was no laughing matter.

"Willow."  Buffy warned.

The tips of Willow's hair reddened.

"Don't do this Will."

Her eyes were fading to their usual white and green.

"Think of Tara."

It was like a magic word.  Willow's hair turned back to red, and her eyes regained her green.  She collapsed in Harry's arms, her eyes closed and Harry looked helplessly up at Buffy.

"Faith, Harry, take Willow to the hospital wing."  Buffy ordered.  The pair, supporting Willow left, the crowd parting as they went, people craning their necks to get a better look.  Buffy sighed as she watched Willow disappear from view.  This was not good.  Then, Buffy whirled around, her eyes blazing with anger.  She grabbed neck of Malfoy's robes and raised him off the ground, his carefully slicked back hair falling from its place.  "What the hell were you playing at?"  She growled, and Malfoy looked frightened back into Buffy's eyes.  Buffy lowered him to the ground and dragged him out of the Great Hall, the students, including Hermione and Ron who was still holding each other, watching.

Buffy dragged him up several flights of stairs, twisting through corridors and past paintings.  Finally, when she arrived outside her room and she pushed him up against the wall.

"Professor, I never knew you liked to play rough."  Malfoy quipped, and Buffy pushed him back against the wall even harder.  He winced.

"What the hell were you playing at?"  She repeated.

Malfoy shrugged, which was hard to do as he was pressed against the wall.

"Why were you doing that?  Aggravating Ron like that?"  Buffy asked, and a smirk pulled at Draco's lips.

"It was a bit of fun."  Malfoy said.

"Yeah, well that almost got you seriously hurt."  Buffy said, loosening up on her grasp.  "What's your name kid?"

"Draco Malfoy." 

Buffy looked at him.  She rolled her eyes.  "Figures.  Harry and Ron keep on going on about you." 

"And what do they say?"  Draco asked, and Buffy's eyes narrowed.

"Things that I will not repeat.  But it seems to me you do this a lot, so I think I'll have to take points."  Buffy threatened.  "How about fifty?"  Draco's eyes widened.  "Hundred?"

"Miss Summers, guests cannot take points away from a house."  A cold voice said behind Buffy, and she turned her head to see Snape standing opposite her, a glare on his face.

"Well, can't you do it?"  Buffy asked, biting her lip.

Snape's eyebrow's rose.  "And why would I do that?"

Buffy rolled her eyes and let Malfoy go.  "'Cause you're a teacher, duh."  Buffy said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Snape huffed.  "Why would you want me to take points off Mister Malfoy?"

Buffy made an 'o' shape with her mouth and looked back at Malfoy.  "Because Malfoy was annoying Ron and he also tried to attack him."

Snape turned his gaze to Malfoy.  "Is this true?"

Malfoy nodded weakly.  Snape bristled, and looked back challengingly at Buffy.  "Fine.  Ten points from Slytherin."  He said, and Malfoy grinned.  "You may go." 

Buffy watched Malfoy quickly walk off, and then she turned angrily to Snape.  "Ten points!  Ten measly points?"

"I thought that was sufficient."  Snape said.

"Do you know what he did?"  Buffy asked angrily.

"Yes, I was there."  Snape said, unaffected by Buffy's anger.  Buffy glared at him, her green eyes blazing.

"So why did you do nothing?  Did you see what he did to Willow?" 

Snape sighed, looking as if he was thoroughly tired of this conversation.  "I did."  He said, before walking away.

Buffy ran to catch up with him, and Snape's lower lip curled.  "So…what's with the ten points?"

Snape rounded on her, glowering.  "His father is a Death Eater."  Snape said in a hushed voice.

Buffy shrugged, her green eyes fixed on those black ones which were too close for comfort.  "So?  He's in Azkaban."

"I have to be civil to the Death Eater's offspring for a reason and one reason only.  The Dark Lord knows everything.  I fear he already suspects me of my treachery, and that is why I am not in the inner circle.  One slip up and my cover could be blown." 

"I get that, but why aren't you giving Malfoy what he deserves?"

"I have a feeling Draco Malfoy is…influenced by the Dark Lord.  If anything happens, which shows my true colours; I have a feeling Malfoy will relate it to the Dark Lord.  And I cannot have that happening.  It would cost us…"

"Your life?"  Buffy finished, and Snape swallowed.

"The Dark Lord has methods that others dare not speak.  Not only will I be killed, dire consequences will follow." 

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Buffy paced her room, her nails in her mouth, and her hair in disarray.  She had gotten back from the hospital wing where Willow was resting almost an hour ago, and Buffy had a feeling Willow would be fine.  Almost fine.  All she needed was Tara.  But Tara would not come back to her yet.  Not until Willow had gained control of the magic's.  But that was not what Buffy was worrying about. 

Sirius.

Sirius Black, her nephew godfather, her sister's husbands best friend, the man she raised from the dead and the man she kissed.

The man who she had not seen since they had kissed.

There was something wrong with her, Buffy thought.  The guy she had a crush on since she was a little girl had ran as far away as he could when they had kissed.  Maybe Sirius did not want Buffy the way she wanted him.  Maybe his feelings were different. 

But then she thought of the way he had kissed her, the way his hands were as he held her, and she knew Sirius felt the same. 

So why was he hiding?

Buffy just wanted him here, next to her, so she could find out what was happening between them.

The door opened, and the man occupying Buffy's thoughts walked in.  Buffy raised an eyebrow, surprised how well that worked. 

Sirius stood in front of her, an almost nervous smile on his face.  Buffy grinned at that, she had never seen Sirius nervous.  She raised her hand to his face, twining his black hair with her pale fingers, and Sirius' hand rested on her hip.

"Are you ok?"  He asked, his face lined with worry.

Buffy smiled and kissed him gently on the lips.  When they parted, she smiled at him, her green eyes lost in those brilliant blue eyes of his.  "I am now." 

Sirius grinned and kissed her again, his hands resting on her back and Buffy's fingers still in his hair.  And all worry that Buffy had…worry about Willow's abuse of magic, Harry's hate for her, the war with Voldemort, the letters she received from LA telling her of dreadful demons…all that was washed away when Sirius' mouth met hers. 

It felt so right to be in his arms, to be held by him, it felt as if it was just meant to be.  With Angel, it had been as if he was too scared to hurt her, too scared to let his guard down and endeavor her wholly, as he would have liked to do.  With Riley, it had been too safe, Riley had always made sure Buffy knew how much he loved her, but it was never exciting, never thrilling. 

But with Sirius…he was gentle enough, and he was passionate enough so Buffy felt excited, thrilled at every kiss.  It just seemed to work.  And it was perfect.

***

Los Angeles.  The docks, midnight.

"There's more!"  Xander shouted, staking a vampire as four others rounded on him.

"Behind you!"  Angel yelled, fighting with three demons.

Xander looked behind him just in time to see the vampire creeping up behind him.  Xander ducked a punch and staked him.  "Thanks soulboy!" 

"Don't call me that."  Angel said gruffly as he staked another vampire.

"Oh would you two shut up."  Giles said angrily, fighting with another two vampires.

"I agree, Watcher."  Spike said, delivering a roundhouse to a demon with spikes.

"I can't believe you guys are arguing."  Tara said, floating stakes into vampire's hearts and daggers into demon's heads.

The number of vampires and demons that had surrounded them in the beginning had lessened, but there were still many more, appearing from almost nowhere.  The group was at the docks, taking out demons and vampires who were making their way to England.

"Giles!"  Wesley warned, but it was too late.  Giles looked behind him, only to see a large sword impact with his gut, the blade piercing the skin and cutting through his body.  Giles looked at his wound in horror, his head already dizzy and his legs giving way.  He fell to the floor, his eyes closed and his heart stopped beating.

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Woo hoo!  Cliffie!  Fun for me…not so fun for you huh?  Please review!

Oh, and before I forget…I have a new story up, called 'Draco's Ghost'.  If you like Spike or Draco…go read it.  Please?  And review!!