Do you know how much you rock? I don't think I tell you guys enough, but let me get this clear, my reviewers rock! Woo hoo!
Ok, slightly hyper, but really its not that abnormal (for me) 'cos, I'm usually very hyper, but you just can't tell 'cos it's a computer and I can't get my hyperness written down, because to get the full force of the hyperness you need to see it.
Anyway…on to things that are a bit more interesting and less weird…many people said that there wasn't enough Harry and Sirius POVs, and I know, and I have fixed it and have put in some POV ness in like two chapters from now. But until then, you won't hear from either those two.
Nikita-hime: Omg, you are so cute! Hehe, I'm all a grinning! Yeah, I hope I won't take too long to finish this, I think it'll be done in about 15 more chapters? Or maybe less. Or maybe more. Who knows, 'cos I sure don't!
SnapeLuver666: Aw, and again, you are so cute and you so rock! Woo hoo!
RedsLover03: Hehe, cool idea. She should get resurrected soon, at around Christmas time, but there are a few things I want to get through before she does get resurrected.
Lightdemondarkangel: Yeah, the other prophecy. That won't come into play for a little while, but Buffy is not the third. The third is Peter, so when Peter dies, Lily and James will come back.
elsawriter: Yeah, I hate depressed Buffy! So the Buffy that comes back will not be all 'oh, I went to heaven, watch me as I mope'. So I hope that gives you a clue as to where Buffy is right at this moment. 'Cos she sure ain't in heaven. Oh, and I also read your update! But for the first couple of days it wouldn't let me read it! And I was like…noooooooooooo! And I was very upset. So I checked back like a million times and then finally it let me read it! Woo hoo! And it was a tres brilliant chapter. Woo hoo!
Ok, anyway, on with the chapter! Onwards! Charge men go! Attack!
Chapter 40.
'Dear Willow, Tara, Giles, Cordelia, Gunn, Fred, Faith, Lorne, Angel, Spike and Wesley.
Whew. That's a lot of people to write down. Anyway, I hope you are all well. How did that mission go? With the big bad evil vampires and that mass killing spree in Leeds? I hope you're alright, if not, then I guess we would have heard from you by now. It's good to know that everything went well.
How is Hogwarts? And London? I guess you guys are busy, I heard about a Ministry of Magic office in Glasgow being attacked. They put it in the newspapers here. Ten people dead, killed by gang members. On PCP. Same all over the world, huh?
We still haven't had the baby yet. Three days and not a word. Anya's getting annoyed, I think she's really uncomfortable.
I AM
She is.
I want this baby to get out! OUT OUT OUT! It's frickin' uncomfortable! And my children know it too, and they're annoyed…and damn, Sarah's eaten a crayon again.
Anya's gone to deal with Sarah. That kid eats too many crayons. Anyway, Anya is a little bit pissed off. And she's really uncomfortable, like I said, and she keeps blaming me! Can I come to England? It seems much nicer over there, than it is here.
We hope to hear from you soon.
Xander, Anya and all the children (born and unborn)'
Willow smiled and folded the letter in half. "Xander sounds…happy."
"Baby not born yet?" Fred asked, looking up from her plate.
"Nope."
"Ouch." Cordelia said.
"Ouch?" Gunn asked.
"Ouch." Tara repeated. "It must be really uncomfortable for her. Having the baby in her for so long, she must want it out badly."
Willow smirked. "From the sounds of it, she does."
"She's complaining?" Wesley asked from his spot across Willow.
"Oh yeah. Xander wants to come here." Willow said, reaching for her pumpkin juice.
They were seated in the Great Hall, having breakfast. There was a small area of the Gryffindor table nearest the table set aside for the large group. Even though the ceiling. Because the group was too large to fit on the teachers table, and because Dumbledore could not place another table in the Great Hall, because it wouldn't fit, eleven spaces had been cleared for the group to sit and eat at mealtimes.
"So, what are we doing today?" Fred asked chirpily.
"Dumbledore did not say." Wesley said.
"I think I want to have another day in the library." Giles said, with a distant look on his face.
Spike snorted. "You'll spend the rest of your life in there if you could."
Giles glared at him, and opened his mouth to retort. He paused, rolled his eyes and closed his mouth, not bothering to.
"I want to sit in on that Arithmancy class again." Willow said, talking to Fred and Tara. "It was really interesting."
"I prefer Potions. Even though Professor Snape creeps me out." Fred said, shuddering.
"Just picture him in his underwear." Spike said.
"How will that help?" Tara asked, smiling.
Spike shrugged. "Dunno, I think it'll make him less scary."
Fred nodded, and imagined Snape in his underwear. She shuddered as the image came into her mind, Snape with boxers with, strangely, racing cars on them. "That makes Snape even scarier." She shut her eyes, thinking the image would go away. "That doesn't help!" She said, with an exasperated sigh. She opened her eyes.
Tara giggled. "Breathe Fred, just breathe. And think of something else. Gunn in his underwear." She supplied.
Fred nodded and screwed her eyes closed. She smiled. "Mm, Charles in underwear. Charles in underwear. Charles without underwear." She blushed, turning a deep red that reached up to the tips of her ears. "Naughty thoughts, naughty thoughts." She whispered under her breath, like a mantra.
"What's this about me in my underwear?" Gunn asked slyly, grinning at Fred.
"Lack of underwear, apparently." Willow said, grinning.
"Naughty thoughts, naughty thoughts." Fred whispered, her blush deepening.
Gunn grinned, looking very pleased with himself. "I give Fred naughty thoughts. Can you give me details?" He asked, mischievously.
Fred glared at him, closed her eyes and stuck her fingers in her ear. "Naughty thoughts, naughty thoughts."
Gunn leant closer to her on the bench. "Does it have anything do with last night?"
Fred's eyes flew open and she let out a high pitched squeal. She stood up and hopped over the bench, and almost ran out of the Great Hall, whispering 'naughty thoughts, naughty thoughts' to herself and she strode.
"I'll go after her." Gunn said, grinning. "See you later?"
The others nodded, smiles on their faces. "Oh, and Gunn? Don't tease her too much." Willow advised, and Gunn smirked and followed Fred out.
"So, what are we doing today?" Cordelia repeated.
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Hidden in hills of the countryside, lay a small, old castle. The castle was surrounded by a small number of houses and a river flowed through the hamlet. Many decades ago, this hamlet had been thriving with human life, however, now only a few families remained, and the hamlet seemed dead.
It was this place that Voldemort chose to rest for a week. The remaining Muggle families were easily killed or placed in the Imperius curse at Voldemort's wishes, and within minutes, the small village was under the Dark Lord's control. Currently, Voldemort sat on a stone chair, embedded with fine jewels in a large dining room in the castle. The room had been cleaned for Voldemort's use, and the floor now shined and the chandeliers sparkled. In a semi circle around Voldemort stood fourteen Death Eaters in a dark robes, with masks covering their faces. Surrounding those fourteen Death Eaters, were about twenty five more in a larger semi circle outside the inner. Surrounding these twenty five, were six vampires, two werewolves and three demons of different races, who leant against the walls.
Voldemort eyed his closest followers carefully, red eyes gleaming from a snake-like, gaunt face. His hood to his cloak fell about his shoulders, revealing white skin on his bald thin head. His hands rested on the arms of the chair, his unnaturally long skeletal fingers clutched a dark coloured piece of wood-his wand. It was pointed lazily at a small heap on the floor in front of him.
"Take him away." Voldemort hissed, and a Death Eater leapt forward and whispered something under his breath. He pointed his wand at the black heap, and it rose off the ground. The heap was actually a body of a tall, middle aged man. The Death Eater turned the body so the face was facing the ceiling. Voldemort smiled cruelly at Severus Snape, who was unconscious. The two semi circles parted to make way for the Death Eater and Snape as they left the room, Snape's robes trailing on the floor.
"Might I m-make a suggestion about him, master?" A squeaky voice said nearest to Voldemort. Voldemort regarded him coldly.
"You wish to give me orders, Wormtail?"
Wormtail shook his head vigorously. "No master, never master, I would not dream of it master."
Voldemort's thin lips pulled into a smile full of malice. "Good. You have disappointed me. You have all disappointed me." He said, addressing the rest of the Death Eaters. "I wanted the boy, and you did not deliver him." There was a faint murmur in the crowd as the Death Eaters apologized. Voldemort held up his hand, his palm facing the crowd. "I do not want apologies. I do not accept apologies. You will repay me in due time."
"Yes master." The crowd said, their heads bowed.
Voldemort sighed and lowered his hand. "I am tired of this. You killed the girl, Malfoy, but I have not killed the boy. The boy is the greatest asset to Dumbledore, with the Potter boy dead, there will be no one standing in my way. He has been a pain to me for far too long. We must kill him."
"Yes master." The crowd murmured.
"However, those friends of the Evans girl protect the boy. They fight for him, fight with Dumbledore against us. Two vampires, two of the most dangerous vampires attack us. Two of the most dangerous vampires protect Potter. A powerful witch protects him also, who is on the edge of corruption. And a slayer." Voldemort took a Muggle photograph from the small table next to his chair and surveyed it closely. "A dangerous fighter, a great asset for Dumbledore. We must crush them all if we are to kill Potter. We first deal with the slayer, then the vampires and then the witch. And then nothing will stand in our way to kill Harry Potter." Voldemort finished with a cruel smile on his face, his red eyes glinting in the light.
"Master, if I may." A Death Eater bowed low in front of Voldemort.
"Malfoy, what do you have to tell me." Voldemort said, regarding him with cold curiosity.
"Potter's friends are in the way also."
Voldemort smiled. "But you have the answer to that problem, do you not Lucius? The first part of the plan is in order."
"I know my master, yet, I do not feel he is ready."
"Tell him the Dark Lord instructs him to do as he is told, Malfoy. Then we shall see if he is ready."
"Yes my Lord." Malfoy said, bowing and returning the semi circle. The subject was dropped.
Voldemort glanced coolly at two vampires who stood at either side of a door leading out of the room. "Is he ready?" The two vampires opened the door and hurried out of the room, snarling. "My devoted followers. I have come up with a plan, which is sure to work. It will get rid of one of those who protect Potter."
At that moment, the door opened again and two men walked in. Two of them were vampires, one black skinned with a cruel smile on his face and the other was white skinned with an unsure look on his face. In the middle was a middle aged man, dressed in a Muggle suit. He was neither wizard nor vampire, but he was more dangerous than either of the two races. He smiled, not a vicious, cruel smile like Voldemort, but an amused, relaxed smile.
"Well would you look at this?" He said brightly. "Quite a gathering you got here, big feller."
Voldemort's lips twisted up into a cruel smile. "You are impressed?"
"Of course." The man replied, walking through the crowd of Death Eaters. They regarded him curiously, and some regarded him with annoyance. The man was talking to Voldemort as if he was nothing but a mere Muggle.
"I have summoned you for a purpose." Voldemort said coldly.
"I guessed. Being blown up wasn't on the list of things to do, but I'm sure glad I'm back." The man said cheerfully. Voldemort stood from his chair and walked to the man, his wand in one hand and the photograph in the other.
"Here." He gave the photograph to the man, and the man took it curiously. His eyes lit up as he gazed at the picture of the woman with fondness.
"My little firecracker." He said softly.
"You recognize her."
"Of course. Quite the feisty girl, always ready to kill something…someone."
"She fought against me; she is allied with the blond girl-"
"Buffy." The man replied, gripping the picture tightly.
"Yes."
"She's turned against me." He said softly.
Voldemort regarded the man with cold eyes. "What are you going to do about it?"
Mayor Wilkins looked up from the picture and stared straight into Voldemort's eyes, without flinching. "I'm going to kill her." He ripped the picture of Faith into two, then again into quarters. He flung the pieces to the floor, and smiled evilly. "And then I'm going to eat her."
I loved Mayor Wilkins. He was great oodles of fun. No, he more like a great noodle of fun. Or a poodle of fun…he was just fun ok? Anyway, he's back and he's gonna mess with Faith, and it's gonna be fun. For me anyway.
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