Chapter 46, Return of the Slayer.

Buffy felt awful. Truly awful. Every part of her body ached. She felt like she had just been pierced by blades all over her body, then electrocuted. Her eyes felt sore, her throat dry, and she couldn't remember much of how she had gotten here. All she saw were faces. Masked faces, unmasked faces. And she heard voices, a man, taunting her, others shouting in triumph. She blinked, her vision blurry. She closed her fist, then wiggled her toes, and then tried to sit up. Two people, two of the unmasked ones, helped her up, helped her out of her…grave?

Buffy stared back at what she had been lying in…white silk lined the casket, dark shiny wood on the cover. And then she looked above the grave, and at the tombstone. Her vision was still blurry, but she could make out some of the words…her name.

When had I died?

She heard someone laugh behind her, and she shook with fear. He turned her around, and Buffy gasped. His eyes were black, there was no white in it…and something stirred in her memory.

Black eyes…magic…Willow

"Don't try to talk." He said to her when she opened her mouth. He placed his hands on her arms, and lead Buffy away from the open grave. "You probably feel a little disoriented, right?"

Buffy nodded. She frowned when one of the masked men came towards her, and frowned even more when he took off the mask.

Blue eyes…cold voice…

"The Dark Lord would like to speak to you." Lucius said coldly, taking her away from Rack.

Buffy shook her head weakly, knowing that this was not a good thing.

He only laughed. "Don't worry; we'll take care of you."

Buffy's eyebrow's furrowed, and he laughed again. His hand disappeared into his robe, but came out a minute later; he was holding a small silver goblet.

"A few seconds Lucius." A voice said, and Buffy turned her head to see the owner, but she couldn't distinguish it.

"Good. Right on time." Lucius said coldly, and removed the glove from his hand and touched the goblet. He roughly pulled Buffy's hand to the goblet, and smiled cruelly when she winced in pain. Before Buffy could retract her hand, she found that the dark graveyard and all the people disappeared. She screamed out loud, her throat hoarse from not having used it in months. And then her feet touched the ground, and she felt someone grab her to stop her from falling. "Careful now." Lucius said, enjoying Buffy's vulnerability.

"Take her in there." A female voice said behind Buffy, and Buffy felt herself being dragged through the room and pushed onto a chair. Lucius whipped out a long, dark wand and muttered a few words. Chains sprung up from the chair arms and binded Buffy to the chair, and she screamed again. "Stay there." Lucius taunted.

Only two shall die tonight…Avada Kedavra…Malfoy!

Buffy glared up at him as he surveyed her coldly. The cruel smile widened on his pale face, and he bent down, his face inches from hers. "What's the matter Buffy?"

She spat at him, the little saliva her dry mouth could produce hit his eye and nose, and he recoiled in disgust. He took out a white handkerchief from his robe pocket and wiped the spit off his face. "So, you remember who I am."

Buffy glared at him, rocking the chair on its fore legs. Her mouth was dry, and she could not manage a long sentence, so she said: "Bastard."

"Colourful language." He said sarcastically. "Well, I hope it comforts you to know that you're nephew is dead." His smile grew at the look on her face. "Yes, it's true. Harry Potter is dead, and you're feeble attempts to stop it did not work." He lied, turning on his heel and walking away from her. When he reached the door, he paused and turned back to her, ignoring the tiny tears that escaped her eyes. "I hope that comforts you."

And he slammed the door closed, leaving her alone.

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As soon as Angel's head had touched his pillow in his room at Hogwarts, he fell asleep.

Bright colours…red and purple and orange clouded his vision. Incense smoke burned his eyes; soft cloth was in between his fingers.

"Cassandra…the great Seer."

He heard a voice drawl, a female one, and he felt himself grinning at the sight of the small blonde, talking to the whimpering old Seer.

"Did you foresee this?" He heard himself say, in an Irish accent.

"Please…" She pleaded, her body backed up against the wall, dressed with tapestries and colorful paintings.

Aequus lux…two curses…Dark Lord's equal…" Were the only words he heard, in a deafening echo that pounded the walls in the room.

And then the woman screamed, screamed as he felt something warm in his mouth, screamed as he sucked her neck, her once warm skin turning cold as ice.

She fell to the floor, her eyes wide and glassy, unseeing, and he felt nothing, no remorse or pity, but only licked his lips and fingertips covered with the thick red substance that gave life. He laid her across of a pile of embroidered pillows, laid out to give a shock to her family whence they found her.

"Aequus lux…" The words of a curse pounded in his head again, and back at Hogwarts, centuries later, Angel gasped as he bolted upright in his bed, awake and disbelieving.

Buffy felt weak. Her vision had cleared up, and she remembered everything, but she felt helpless, as she had spent what seemed like hours, trying to loosen the binds that held her. But the binds were magical, and she needed her wand, which she did not possess, to break the spell.

Buffy's head lolled forward as her eyes threatened to close from exhaustion. Her eyes were red from crying, crying about the nephew she had lost and the countless of other Muggles and magic folk who must have lost their lives since her nephew's death. Because that was what it meant, if Harry was dead, Voldemort had won.

Buffy had sunk to rock bottom. Everything that she had gained, that she had looked for, was lost, and she was stuck in the worst place imaginable, under Voldemort's clutches. But she would not give up, she thought to herself. When she escaped from Voldemort and this wretched place he was holding her, she would find the Scoobies and the Order, and work to stop Voldemort. She had not been able to save her nephew, but she would help to save many other people.

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Outside the room Buffy was being held in, were several Death Eaters, demons and other folk desperate to see the girl Voldemort had worked so hard in getting. But, they had a plan. For a long time now, Voldemort had suspected a traitor, a spy working for Dumbledore. No doubt the spy would have met Buffy, and would obviously try to help her to escape. Security had been tightened, and Voldemort had made sure that the traitor would not escape alive.

It was not long before, having been called by Voldemort, Severus Snape arrived at Voldemort's side, eager to hear the discussions that the meeting was about to arise. He had known nothing about the plans to bring back Buffy, although Dumbledore told him to keep his ear open for any news. So it was a shock when a cocky Death Eater nudged Snape in the ribs and whispered:

"The Dark Lord has brought the Evans girl back." He said gleefully, and Snape took on a look of disbelief. He thanked Merlin that he had on his mask.

"What?" He asked, as stonily as possible.

The Death Eater rolled his eyes, knowing very well of Snape's cold attitude. He leant closer to Snape and said: "the slayer….Buffy summers, was resurrected a few hours ago."

"Where is she?"

"In there." The Death Eater said, nodding his head to the door surrounded by demons and Death Eaters. Snape did not bother to utter a thank you; he just strode toward the door, and only stopped when a few demons and Death Eater's blocked his way.

"Where are you going?" A blue faced demon said gruffly, and Snape took out his wand, not in a threatening way, but showing the demon that he was a wizard, and therefore superior to the demon.

"In there." Snape replied coldly.

"Who sent you?" A high pitched voice of a demon squeaked up, but before Snape could lie, a voice interrupted them.

"He did." A death Eater said, scurrying up to the door. "On the Dark Lord's orders."

The demons nodded, and around Snape, creatures and people alike whispered among themselves excitedly. The demons opened the door for the two men.

"Hello Severus." The Death Eater greeted.

"Good evening, Wormtail."

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So sorry for the lack of updates these past weeks, I've been incredibly busy, and I will try to update sooner than I had before. I will not be abandoning this story, no matter what; I've just gotten really busy.

As always, thanks for the reviews. You all rock.

phoenix83ad, I think you've misunderstood the Osiris spell. The spell does not mean that Buffy was in heaven, it is not a spell to bring someone back from heaven. Otherwise, why would Willow have done it, if she thought Buffy was in hell? Buffy will not moan and be generally boring (or at least, I hope so) because I hated Season 6 Buffy. And it just really doesn't fit with the story. There is already so much going on, we don't need a moaning Buffy as well.

Aequus lux means equal light in Latin. And it is not the spell to kill Voldemort. Its the other one. :)

Started a new community, it's for all those who like Hermione/Sirius pairings. So if that's what you like, check it out. The link is in my profile.

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