I am so sorry I haven't updated for ages!  I meant to, I swear but then my computer got ill…it had to be taken away and it came back yesterday…

I'm here now though!  So yay!

Thanks for all your reviews!  They make my day, they really do!  And as for, Giles…it was incredibly funny reading your reactions.  Unfortunately, you won't be finding out what happened to Giles till the next chapter, because this chapter is set the day after Giles' accident, so Buffy would not have heard about it yet.  

Ok, so things are getting a bit more interesting now, this is where we get to the plot…so this story is actually going to somewhere, starting now…

Chapter 27.

Buffy and Sirius sat on the couch of their suite, hands entwined and carefully hidden from view.  Lupin sat opposite, a knowing smile on his face.  Willow and Faith sat next to Lupin, Willow giggling every so often when Sirius and Buffy looked at each other simultaneously, and then looked away, simultaneously.  Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the middle, the three youngsters unaware about what was going on.  Well…not all three were unaware.

Willow was had been released from the hospital wing that morning, a day after the confrontation.  Buffy had filled the three youngsters in on what had happened with the apocalypse, and the three had listened with wide eyes and mouths.  Ron was still reveling about how much Buffy and Faith kicked ass, Hermione was tearing when Buffy told them about Aaron and Harry…Harry could not take his eyes off his aunt's and godfather's entwined hands.

***

Harry had left abruptly.  When Buffy had said goodnight, he had just waved her off and almost ran out of the door.  Hermione and Ron went out to follow him, but Harry had already disappeared.  Thank god for slayer sense, Buffy thought, as she turned another corridor, a corridor she thought Harry would have gone down.  And sure enough, there he was, standing by a suit of amour that held a spear dangerously close to Harry's body.  His eyes caught Buffy's gaze and he proceeded down the corridor.  Buffy sighed and made to follow him.

"Harry!"  She shouted, but Harry kept walking.  "Harry, please wait!"  Harry turned a corner, and Buffy followed.  "I can explain."  Buffy shouted as she ran.  Harry stopped suddenly and Buffy caught herself as she almost skidded into Harry.

"Explain."  He said coldly, his green eyes blazing with Evans stubbornness.  Unfortunately, Buffy had also inherited Evans stubbornness. 

"Why are you being such an ass about this?"  Buffy asked.

"About what?"  Harry spat, his glasses askew. 

"Me.  Why do you hate me?  Why is it that almost every time I look at you, you glare at me, or why every time I enter a room, you leave it, or every time I'm with Sirius-"

"Why do you have to take him as well?"  Harry interrupted with anger, and Buffy fell silent.  "You've taken everything else, my friends, the people I think as family, and you've taken Sirius.  Don't think I did not see you two, the hand holding and everything!"  Harry shouted, advancing on Buffy.  He was almost half a head taller than Buffy, and normally Buffy was not threatened by that, but she was now.  This was her nephew, her nephew who was yelling and screaming at her, anger coated.

Buffy stood in silence, Harry's angry short breaths blowing in her face, wisps of hair flying as it came.  They were so close, almost nose to forehead, and Buffy could see Lily's eyes, those gorgeous emerald eyes staring back at her, anger and hatred clear in them.

"Buffy…"  A voice interrupted them, and Harry looked behind him, where the tall and intimidating figure of Dumbledore stood, and his hand on his glasses.  Harry walked away from Buffy, and she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, the material damp from the tears that had leaked out.  "I need you; there is a meeting at the Black house."  Dumbledore continued, and Buffy nodded.  Buffy turned around slowly and walked out of the corridor without a glance back at Harry. 

Harry looked back at Dumbledore, the man he had previously thought as a grandfather, someone he could trust.  But now…his idea about Dumbledore had changed.  He was sick of everyone keeping secrets from him.  Everyone had known of his aunt, and had anyone told him?  No.  Dumbledore was a man Harry trusted the most, but now…that trust was gone.

"Harry…"  Dumbledore started, and Harry did something he never thought he would do to his headmaster.  He walked away from him, continuing down the corridor and turning the corner, acting as if he had not heard him.

***

Buffy walked quickly into her room, and started as she saw Sirius seated on the edge of her bed. 

"What happened?"  He asked, and Buffy sighed, sitting next to him.

"It was bad."  She said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"And that's not good."

"That's bad."

Buffy sighed again, and she looked up into Sirius' eyes, those eyes she loved so much.  "Do you think he'll ever…?"

Sirius kissed her gently, and caressed her cheek with him thumb.  "He'll come round.  He'll have to in the end.  I'm not planning on losing you."

***

 Buffy sat with her legs on the table, her left hand in her lap and her right in Sirius' hands.  Willow said to the left of her, her eyes searching for Dumbledore who had yet to come in.  Faith was somewhere upstairs with Charlie. 

They were in the Black house, in the room where they used for meetings.  It was a large room, with a black painted wooden table in the middle, surrounded by chairs.  There was a large chair at the foot of the table, where Dumbledore sat.  The walls were adorned simply with torches, casting a dim glow around the room.  There was a small fireplace in the corner whose flame was dying

Willow sat in a chair, her eyes glancing nervously around the room.  She noticed that everyone was giving her curious stares, and she blushed, her hands unconsciously fiddling with a loose string on her long green skirt.  No one knew who she was.  Who she really was.  Willow Rosenberg was a twenty seven year old, with two best friends, one was a slayer and the other owned a company that built buildings.  She was a lesbian as of eight years ago, and her heart belonged to one special woman.  Tara.  Who was a Wiccan, like Willow.  But Willow was abusing the magic's.  She was full of power, bad and good, but mostly bad.  And the thing was, she did not know how it had got this way.  But Willow knew she wanted to stop it.  She wanted to be good, to have good power. 

Dumbledore entered the room, and everyone stood up, Faith leading Charlie behind Dumbledore.  The pair hurriedly took their places opposite Buffy, Faith's hair untidy and Charlie's face horribly red.  Buffy grinned at Faith, and Faith winked.  Dumbledore stood at the head of the table, surveying the group.  It had grown considerably.  The usual were here, but new recruits were the Diggory's, Madame Maxime, Fleur, two friends of Charlie's from Romania, Professor Flitwick and Professor Trelawney, and David Stokes and Mary Stokes, whose nephew had been killed by Voldemort in his first rise to power.

"The meeting has commenced."  Dumbledore said, and everyone sat.  "First order of business…Arthur?"

One by one, each member stood up and told their news.  Some had been following Death Eaters and had a vague idea of where Voldemort was, others had been trying to establish new members for the Order.  Voldemort was still trying to find out the rest of the prophecy, but that was not his main concern at the moment. 

Dumbledore gestured to Buffy, and she looked curiously at Dumbledore.  "What have your friends been writing to you, from Los Angeles?"  He asked, and Buffy made an 'o' shape with her mouth.  She stood up.

"Uh, they say things are getting pretty heavy over there.  More demons and vamps are collecting at the docks, and some are making there way to New York to get to England that way."

 "Oh, and apocalypse was stopped by the way.  In case you didn't guess."  Willow said, smiling. 

"Any casualties?"  Molly asked.

"Me."  Kingsley said, pointing to the side of his chest.

"Kingsley.  And a civilian."  Willow said.  As soon as she realized what she said, she looked at Buffy in horror.  "Civilian…I sound like Riley!"  Willow exclaimed.

"B's army boy."  Faith said.  "I remember him."  She smiled and Buffy glared at her.

"Well you would."  Buffy said, and Faith held her hands up in mock surrender.

"Harmless fun B."

Dumbledore cleared his throat to get the conversation back to more pressing matters.  He gestured to Snape, and he stood up, the ever present glare set on his face.

"There was a meeting last night, and the Dark Lord talked of many things.  He is targeting the Creevey's, the Brown's and the Clearwater's.  There was also talk about an alliance with the vampires and demons."  Buffy sat up a bit, alert.  "He talked about a vampire, so deadly that he has killed hundreds in the past with allies.  But a hundred years ago, he seemed to disappear off the face of the earth, and only about ten years ago, he reappeared.  He is a vampire with a soul, and now goes by the name-"

"Angel."  Buffy finished for Snape, a look of horror on her face.  "Shit."

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