A Death in the Family

Place Unknown

            "So, what are you going to do about Potter?" said the brunet haired woman named Catherine, dressed in a sheer black teddy, which leaned into the man in bed beside her.

            "I have as yet to determine, my dear, but it will have to be soon. I've been waiting to get a shot at Mr. Potter, but the timing hasn't been right. He's back with his Aunt and Uncle."

            "So…"

            "You don't understand darling, he's protected."

            "From your magic?"

            "Yes."

            "Then…why use magic. Kill him with a gun or a knife."

            "You know I never really thought about it, but that's a great idea. I don't have time yet, but…Would you take care of it?"

            "For you, anything darling." She smiled wickedly. "Later this afternoon though, I want to play with the Minister of Magic first." She leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss and which he returned with vigor.

Eight Hours After Sunnydale's Demise

            She was tired, dirty and just a little pissed at what had happened to her in the last eight hours. The bedraggled woman finally made it to a small town east of the now famous pothole called Sunnydale. It was about nine o'clock when she reached the little motel. The owners had been less than enthusiastic to let her have a room, but things change… She first off, took a long hot shower, and then listened to the news. All they said about Sunnydale was that there must have been a large lake under it that had drained. When it finally had lost all its water, the sinkhole started destroying the town. She shook her head, the brunet now dressed in a figure fitting pant suit smiled. She knew something evil had caused the disaster, probably destroyed the Hellmouth itself. Getting no more information from the news, she had emptied the owners' cash register and borrowed the car. She waved at the cat, who was lying contentedly on its side after digesting its owners, and left.

Los Angeles

Obituaries in Morning Paper

Eight Months ago

Frank Larrison

            Passed away from a highway accident on State Rt. 55, He was 36 years of age and a member of the United Warehouse Union. Mr. Larrison also worked part time as a clown in one of the hospitals during his off time. Surviving him are his wife, Audrea, daughter, Felicia and son Michael. Services will be held on Tuesday the 16th at…

Arthur Madison

            Died of an apparent heart failure, he was 46 years of age and worked downtown in the courthouse. Mr. Madison was found dead on Wednesday at 3:00 by his wife of five years, Maria. Services will be held on Tuesday 16th at 7:00 pm. Funeral will be held the following day at 10:00 am at Sunnydale cemetery on Justin Rd. in L.A. Surviving Mr. Madison is his 2nd wife Maria and daughter from the other marriage…

S. Exy Maid

            Exy passed away Saturday morning due to a weak heart. Friends say that she died doing what she loved best, serving her boss in bed, breakfast. Ms. Maid worked for the McDonalds on East Barrow Street. She was 31 when she died. She left no survivors. Friends said that she would be buried next to her boyfriend, the gardener, of five years Mr. I. Cheat, who died recently under suspicious circumstances… 

London

Privet Drive

            The older woman Petunia had just sent that no good Harry to see Dumbledor. Finally, they could be at peace, no more worries about having a Wizard in the house. Her boy, Dudley, had gone into Harry's room to see if there was anything he could pawn off, but all he found was this weird green stone. He was scrutinizing it like a pro, when he heard the doorbell downstairs. He walked curiously towards the head of the stairs peering down, listening.

            When the doorbell rang Harry's Aunt Petunia answered the door. Standing outside looking around was a beautiful woman about her age. She was wearing a dark blue mini dress and matching high heels. Petunia smiled and asked what she wanted. Behind her she could see a van with some men and women in it.

            "Hello, my name is…oh my! What a lovely house, you do take very good care of it." Though she was an American, Petunia was flattered that the woman had noticed her house. She soon let the woman in and showed her to a seat in the living room. After a little small talk the woman looked at Petunia and asked if there was anyone else in the house. Harry's Aunt told her that her son was upstairs and her nephew had just left to visit some friends. The woman frowned, said two words and got up looking at the woman with venom. "You mean I wasted my time talking to you." The woman, Petunia, froze in place by the words of power just looked at her blankly.

            The brunet, Catherine, was not happy, as she opened the front door to let the other people in. The one witch, Bellatrix, entered first didn't look too happy either. She had come back the year before being freed from Azkaban, only to return to Lord Valdemorte and find that a powerful witch had taken her place by his side. The only good news was that they had just missed Potter, so this woman could not kill him.

            Catherine said a few words and then released Petunia. Petunia's first thought was to scream and run, but was caught by the brunet and backhanded. Harry's Aunt fell back on the couch with blood dripping from her cut lip. The brunet turned just to tell the other four to search the ground floor first. When the others left she heard a sound behind her, turned and was hit with a solid punch to the face. She shook her head and then dazedly got up from the floor as she saw the woman and her son, Dudley, racing to the front door, only to find that they could not leave because of an invisible force field was around the home.

            The brunet witch staggered up to her feet and threw an incantation at the two. It only stopped the woman. The woman's last cry was to her son to get away, before she fell and lost consciousness. The brunet told the others, who had shown up soon after, to take care of her son permanently, while she left a message for Dumbledor.

            Dudley Dursley made for Potter's room. He had tried to get his mother and himself out but their magic prevented it. She was then caught by the incantation that was sent by the brunet witch. His mother told him get away, so he ran upstairs looking for a weapon. All he found was the green stone. When the four found him he rushed physically into them and threw lefts and rights trying to at least gain some sort revenge. It worked well for little while until one tripped him up. He fell to the ground only to look into the cold eyes of a witch, Belletrix, and her wand.

            "Sorry boy, but you're about to see if heaven really exists." The others snickered at this as they held him down.

            "I wish that I was away from here so I could get my own revenge on you later." He sneered back and then he vanished.

London

Privet Drive

Five Hours Later

            Harry's Uncle Vernon walked in his house and down the hall to the kitchen. He called out for his wife and son to tell them the great news. He had won the Nagle account. They could now afford the vacation to Disney World in the USA. After picking up a slice of chocolate cake, he headed for the living room. He noticed that Petunia didn't pick up some clothes on the floor, so reached down only to notice a red stain on the rug near the wall. It was still dripping. Looking up he dropped the plate with the cake and screamed.

Petunia was crucified on the wall with four wooden stakes in each hand and foot, upside-down, her tongue was cutout and she had butcher knife in her side. Basically, she didn't die right away, she bled to death and she couldn't call for help.   

Phoenix House

Location: Unknown        

            Mr. and Mrs. Granger along with Hermoine were showed through the Phoenix house to Harry. After hearing the news of Harry's Aunt and Uncle, they immediately took the one-way port key to safety. Greeted by Dumbledor and Snape the house was strangely quiet. Entering the room with the only television working they noticed several people including Professor McGonagal. In the center of the room was a very silent Harry Potter. Hermione rushed over and hugged him, while the rest just watched.

            Harry stood up looking into Mr. Granger's eyes; he had shot up in height this last year to a respectable six-foot frame. The muscles played along his arms as he hugged Mrs. Granger and her husband. Ron stood by his friend, standing just over six feet, clasping hands with Mr. Granger and his arm around Hermione. Being a head shorter than Harry, Hermoine looked up at her friends and was glad that Harry had left when he did. Being seventeen now with her curly blonde hair falling across her shoulders she was a sight to behold. Ron and Hermoine had finally decided to become a couple over the summer. Along side Harry she could see Luna's hand in Harry's. She smiled, her suspicion was now over, and they must be an item too. She wondered how Ginny was taking it.

Hogwarts After the Battle

Against Fitch, Last year

(see…)

            "Harry, please keep in touch, we love you a lot," said a very sad Willow. "Oh yeah, here I want you to have this. If you have any problems please think of the gang or me. Or…or if you're in a situation that you can't get out of just wish to be somewhere else…Okay. Bye."

            Harry gazed down at the green rock smiling not understanding a thing she just said. Throwing it in his bag he immediately forgot about it and said his goodbyes to the rest of the Magic Box personnel.

Phoenix, Arizona

Frank's Bar and Grill

A Month After Sunnydale

            He watched her walk in through the door. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt and a red top with matching red pumps. She was older than most of the other women in the bar, but looked better than most of them. She was escorted to her table by the waitress and given a menu. Half of the men in the place noticed her at the same time that he had. Her hair fell about her shoulders in a sexy fashion. He watched as man after man would walk up to her and talk; only to leave disappointed. He had come to the United States a few weeks ago planning his next step in the battle to come. He had taken a few females for pleasure and had continued on his journey to the Hellmouth. After a little while, he had turned his head back to his meal and thoughts.

            It was just about a half hour later that he again turned to gaze at the middle-aged brunet only to see that she had gone. He turned disappointed, when he looked up into the eyes of the brunet he was looking for.

            "Who are you?" she asked right away.

            "The name's Tom…Tom Riddle. What's yours?"

            "My names not important, but I want to know why…" she waved her hand and the bar and its patrons came to a stand still. "Why a British wizard of you're caliber is here in a rinky dink bar?"

            He was stunned at what he saw; she had frozen the whole bar with just a gesture. He smiled and asked her to be seated. They had a long conversation and then both rose and left smiling.

Los Angeles

Two weeks after Phoenix

            Amy Madigan played with the patrons of the bar. One guy who wouldn't dance with her, she gave him very bad body odor. Another guy had found out that he could not remember how to speak English. There was one girl who had pushed her out of the way, and then found that all her clothes were removed while she was in the middle of the dance club.

            She found that she had to keep magic down to a minimum due to Wolfram and Hart. They tended to get pretty upset if you took advantage of people. So she would keep magic low for a while until she escaped from the city.

            She was just getting ready to retire for the night when a hand was laid upon her shoulder.

            "Excuse me Miss Madigan, but there is someone wanting to meet you." He said. She looked up and down at him taking in all that she could. He was middle aged with black hair and a back suit. He was definitely well off. He was also quite British and not unhandsome.

            "Lead on."

            He took her downstairs among the throng of human bodies dancing until he came to a table with a brunet. She rounded the table to talk to whoever this was, when she got a good look at her face…

            "Hello Amy, its so nice to see you again," the brunet, Catherine, said as she smiled wickedly.

Six Months Later

After Privett Drive Incident

Hogsmede 9:00 am

            They entered the Magic Box Too looking at what the store had to offer. In the front, was a cappuccino machine and some American junk foods. As they walked through they found a very limited supply of magic products, which was strange for the Wizarding World. Finally they came to the back of the store where they found British and American clothing.

            Standing behind the counter were two female clerks, one short and one average height. The short red head smiled and asked if there was anything that she could do for them. The tall brunet said that she was looking for a woman by the name of Mrs. Weasley. The short red head replied that she was Mrs. Weasley, whereupon both visitors smiled evilly.

            "Then that makes you Mrs. Granger?"

            At about this time the two clerks started to become very concerned for their lives. Behind the two women came four individuals, with Molly recognizing a Deatheater, Belletrix, female witch. Both women started to back up away from the counter, when a command by the brunet was directed towards them.

            The brunet waited for her helpers to take them, but all they did was stand there.

            "Well…go get them!"

            Belletrix replied, "We…we can't. We can't harm anybody in the store."

            Catherine looked at her companion, a shorter blonde haired girl Amy, who shrugged and shook her head. The brunet then threw a curse at the two clerks to tell them where Potter was, when all that happened was confetti dropped to the floor. This time Amy, the blonde, attempted a spell only to get a pie flung into her face out of nowhere.

            The young girl screamed while cleaning her face off, "Oh my god! She made it out after all! Oohhh, I'm oh so going to…" she ranted as she stalked around the floor.

            "AMY! What is the problem!" the brunet said.

            "Willow, mother! She's still alive!"

            "The little shy red head that you used to play with as a child?"

            "Yes mother, that Willow. Only add powers that you could only dream of as a witch and you have Willow. From the rumors that I had heard, she almost ended the world, but don't ask how…I wasn't there."

            "You're telling me that Willow could…"

            "Kick you're butt all the way to the moon and still take out the Lord V with her eyes closed during a nap. I once spent some time with her and was amazed at how easy everything was for her. While I sweated to do certain things, she just flicked her hand and it was done. I even heard that she helped take out a Goddess for Pete's sake"

            "Any weaknesses at all?" Starting to get concerned now.

            "It used to be magic, she was addicted, but with her friends help… No, I don't think so. If she were involved along with two Slayers, Buffy and Faith, then I'd run for cover. Buffy you remember, but Faith, she's pretty much a psycho."

            The two women and four accomplices just discussed this as they slowly walked towards the front and out the door. The two women, Weasley and Granger looked at each other and mouthed the words Willow's a Witch and what are Slayers. They soon turned to lock up when the lights suddenly went out and they felt suddenly disoriented…

            Outside Amy's mom turned and looked at the store said some words of power…and before she was finished with the incantation…the store sensed what was happening and it teleported away.

            "Crap, how'd she do that?" the mother was now really shaken…