Celeste: I looked through every chapter, and for the love of pizza I can't find what the Hell that blue necklace thing was all about! Yeah, that was the deal, with the speaking her name thing, but it was a spell as well, and spells usually have a counter spell, even a wiccan spell, so I just had it be a focus thing. I mean, Buffy supposedly had more power than Willow, what with the wand witch-being, and slayer powers, and wiccan powers, so I figured that it could work out this way as well. Could have just been my weird thinking, though.
Allen Pitt: damn! You figured out my plan! That's it, now I'm afraid that you'll have to be silenced by my people, lest you let loose the secret of what is to come! Jk, but really, that was a good guess. And there's gonna be a bit more of Tonks in the school once Willow-be shows up. I don't know why, but I see them as a good pair for some reason... it's the lack of sleep, lack of caffeine(sports girl, my coach threw a fit when she heard I went through 2 coffees, 4 diet cokes, and a cappuccino every day) and stress, I think, that makes me think so. Oh, and add to that possible brain damage from a volleyball smacking me in the side of the head. And the forehead. And the top of my head. All of these balls going at fast paces. So I think the dizzyness and loopynes could be effecting my brain's thought processes.
AlienSmile13: yeah, I had no clue where she'd gone until I went to find her story and it was gone. So I scouted other's bios who wrote btvs/hp xovers until I found her name, then got a huge shock when I saw that someone had announced her death! I hope that she'd like what I'm doing with it, too, I really do. I just wish that she was the one writing it. So far a lot of people seem to appreciate it, I've gotten a few complaints on my style, but I'm not her, I can't completely follow her style because I don't really know it. And I can't get by without adding a bit of myself into this, so I might have added some haste in actions and my own pairings. I'll stay true to her pairings of Xander/Anya and Buffy/Sirius. Obviously the last one. The rest just come to me. Glad you're glad that this is continued.
Kastia: aww, you think the story's good. I'm blushing, really. Yeah, good point, I usually skip over the author's notes as well, or at least the disclaimer/pairing/rating/warning parts. Sometimes I skim if it looks like something may be relevant, but usually it's an apology, and skip-worthy. Hey, update coming as soon as I find time, but unfortunately, school comes first, and I made an obligation to the school musical that's kind of important to me, since it's the last one that my seniors get to perform in, and I want it to be special to them. Plus, I'm singing, and while writing may be my passion, music of any variety is my talent. But I'll try to keep updating fast.
Vampyr Moon: yeah, probably she would have, but that just sounds so awkward. I was laughing every time I thought about how it sounded. And Buffy is just easier to say. Glad that I'm partially forgiven, at least. I can't help it, it's my head and no one else's. The things that go on up there can't be explained to normal people.
Goddessa39: huh? Gloss over who? And how does one gloss? Wait, Malli had Buffy and Angel still caring? When did this happen? Ugh, 2 hours of sleep a night, forgive me, please? And, you know, if you wanted to donate a few hours of sleep, I'm more than a willing recipient. I'm working on continuing, but stupid Shakespeare has different plans for me. Stupid old man. I love most of what I read of his, but not for school. It loses it's appeal when you have to do an essay on it, you know? Hey, hey, never said I wasn't a big BA fan, I'm just not a fan of writing it. It always feels cheesy when I try a scene between them.
Alexa Wolf: groan. Please don't say that. It's bad enough that the only other person working with that particular book is someone that I despise, someone that stole my name, but it's not a good book?? Life sucks. Well, now I have even less time to write if I'm gonna read a sucky play. Oh, ! I love loopholes. Hey, don't laugh, that site got me through Romeo & Juliet, To Kill A Mockingbird(which I liked, just after we finished it) and Jane Eyre last year. It's not cheating, just...getting a little help from an outside source. (Innocent) well, I'll try to get chapters up fast, but I have to not only act in a musical, I need to find out what the hell it's about. 42nd street, know anything about it?
Lord Dragonbane: the plot wasn't really important here. This was just a sort of...filler chapter. It was purely an Aunt and a Nephew meeting and getting to know each other. I will keep up the good work, I hope you keep reading. I promise, the plot's going to come back in either this chapter or the next one. I just really want to get reactions and reunions in. And a few anecdotes as well, both what we knew to happen, and ones that I make up pretty much as I go along.
Mama T: thanks, I tried to make it as long as I could. If you were to copy it and take out the Author Notes and the review responses, there would be 3 less pages, maybe a little more than that, but thanks. The sequel, I'm not really sure about yet. I mean, it all depends on what happens with voldy here.
Just Me: huge smile and hug!! Thank you, your reviews always brighten up my mood! I did try to make the reunion seem believable, I'm glad you thought so. And she's so defiant of Council laws that I figured she'd want his trust, so tell him everything, right? From now until Easter there may be a few days between chapters, due to the fact that my teachers know not of my secret identity as a writer. Hehehe. I'll try to get them out, but I think it may overall be best to take a few days per chapter. That way I can read over everything the next day and really make a good analysis of it. Oh, that book. Don't get me started. I got 20 lines into the first act/scene and fell asleep in my chair. I'm giving up and using the summary that provides.
xlizardx: I'm glad I could help someone that was depressed be...undepressed. lol. Usually takes chocolate or something else sweet to get me out of depression. Hey, I'm trying to update, but for some reason my mum thinks that school is more important than writing, my teachers don't know my identity as an authoress, and the school musical is demanding of my time. But I'll try to keep them coming as fast as possible, kk?
allgoodfungall247: I'm glad you like my new chappies. Yeah, the person who posted that Malli had died said that they took off all of Malli's stories and favorites. Mean person. (Pout). I'll try to get out chapters as often as possible, but life takes its toll, and so does school. I don't consider that life, I consider it EVIL!!!!!
Saphrine: but of course! I couldn't not do bonding. Even before people asked if the little q/a thing in the hall was it, I was planning that bonding scene. Your welcome!
Draco's Slytherin Vampiress: hey, now! I'm a girl, what are you implying about my gender? --
Draco's Slytherin Vampiress, Queen Sereya, and black cat gurl: you three will just have to be patient. I'm not giving anything away to you. :-p
chicklepea: lol. Glad you found it, read it, and liked it. thinks and that you're keeping tabs on it. Hehehe. Night.
Silver Warrior: sorry, man. The signs were there, I agree, but Rowling and the various directors of the movies keep pairing Harry with Hermione for everything. I really don't see the chemistry between Ron and Hermione, sorry. Yes, he was jealous, but it's not returned. She seems to get more intellectually frustrated than flirting frustrated. And then there's the fact that Hermione never got jealous when Ron talked about another girl. Plus, I just really don't like Ron. As in, I hate him with a passion. So sorry, but nothing happening there. Au contraire, I hate ron and I don't see the pair-yness between them. Ron is going to end up as kind of a third wheel, eventually start hanging out with Neville(a good thing...I like Neville) and lose almost all contact with the group. Lol. Sorry to bust that sight you had, though.
Kalystia: sorry, love, but the chapters are going to be a bit far apart until spring break. Even then I'm not sure, because it depends on my shoulder for track. But thanks, I'm glad your happy!
Thanks to:bobthetomato99, Queen Sereya, CharmingStar, PunkRockFarriePrincess, Anne, and manticore-gurl071134 for reviewing! And to my beta, Gylzgurl!! You rock!
okay, I know I said that last chapter would be the mushy chapter, but come on, man, Buffy reuniting with the true Marauders left? That's emotional, and come on, she only had a few minutes in the Great Hall with them. This may just be another plotless bit, so bear with it, please? If I'm gonna have drama in my life, then the characters I work with here are having drama. Just stick with it, I swear that it's going to get more plotty as soon as this chapter's over. Or, since this mushy bit won't be so long, maybe during this chapter the plot will come back.
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CHAPTER 40: COUPLES AND STORY TIME
The next day, Buffy and Harry came out of Buffy's room late in the morning. They went over to Dumbledore's office first, unsure about what to do.
"So, Harry, are you glad that you know the truth now?" asked Buffy, yawning, as they walked along the corridors.
"Yeah, I'm definitely glad I know who you are now," Harry answered, grinning. He was just so glad to have his aunt, he didn't care about anything else.
"What do you think headmaster Dumble-d is going to do about this? I mean, what's he going to tell the school?" asked Buffy, the thought just coming to her.
"I don't know," Harry answered, thinking. "I mean, it would be a little weird. 'Hi, everyone, sorry for the confusion, but it turns out that there is another Potter. That professor you thought was working for the ministry? Professor Fox? Well, she's really Professor Potter'," Harry said, mocking an announcement that Dumbledore could make. Buffy laughed, and Harry grinned. "Honestly, he's gotten through some pretty weird situations with a few words, but I think this situation may require more than that," Harry added, green eyes shining. He couldn't wait to see how the professor got himself out of this situation.
"Yeah, I don't see that working without a lot of mind control," Buffy commented, grinning. She loved her nephew already. He had James' good humor and Lily's brains. 'And James' knack for getting in trouble,' thought Buffy. A thought hit her. "Um...mind control isn't something that he does, is it? Because I've dealt with that before...not a pretty picture," Buffy said, playing with her fingers nervously. Years on the Hellmouth taught her to be wary of these things.
"Honestly? I'm not sure how he does it, but everyone always believes him," said Harry, thinking for a moment. He shrugged. "I guess it can't be all too dangerous, I mean, he always works for the greater good."
"Yup, you're right," said Buffy. "It's just... mind control is tricky business. If you don't know exactly what you're doing, you can seriously mess up someone's mind if they're sensitive to it." Buffy smiled. "I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. Just me being paranoid." She made a mental note to check into this later. 'After all' she thought. 'I am a slayer. I should be immune to mind control.' Then she winced, thinking back to the varsity jacket incident. 'Or...maybe not.'
Harry looked at her curiously. She seemed to be thinking, but about what he knew not. He wanted to know, but didn't want to pry. 'Well, if I'm going to be honest with myself, then yes I do want to pry,' thought Harry, 'but I don't want to pry too much.' "So what are you thinking about? I mean, it seems like you're pretty deep in thought there," Harry commented.
Buffy shrugged. "Just thinking back to the varsity jacket curse thing, and how every female who looked at the guy wearing the jacket fell instantly in love. I figured that I was too powerful to be touched by a silly little curse, and yet there I was, making out with him in an empty classroom." Buffy laughed bitterly. "I guess the mighty slayer isn't beyond mind control." Harry looked at her for a second. Then he started laughing, trying to hide it behind a hand. "What?" asked Buffy grumpily.
"You said 'mighty slayer'," Harry explained. "I'm sorry, it's just that after seeing you act like a stereotypical blonde for that first week, and acting like you're not as strong as you really are, I don't see you as 'mighty'," Harry got out, stopping his laughter.
"Hmph. Well, see if I try to stick up for you and teach you anything again," pouted Buffy.
"Sorry, but it's a funny image. I mean, you're so small, and you look so weak, it's hard to imagine you as mighty and powerful," Harry tried to save himself.
Buffy smiled. "I get it, but it's still annoying. You do not know how many vampires and demons have told me that I'm too short to be the slayer...and too small. And too pretty," she added as an after thought. Harry snorted in laughter, and Buffy swatted him on the arm lightly. "What was that?" She asked dangerously.
"Er...there was something stuck in my throat?" Harry tried, covering for his slip. Buffy grinned at that and patted him on the head.
"A bit overused, but nice cover," she said, looking at him. Harry smiled sheepishly.
"Oh! Here we are, the Head's office," Harry said, trying to distract all attention away from him. 'I really must learn to think before I speak,' he thought, making a mental note.
"Right, now, what's the password again?" asked Buffy, thinking. Harry shrugged. "Oh, right! Starbursts," she said to the gargoyle, grinning in pleasure when it moved. She always loved this staircase, it was awesome to watch it spiral up. "You coming?" she asked her nephew, starting up the stairs.
"Wouldn't miss this for the world," Harry replied, smirking and following her up the stairs. He couldn't wait to see Dumbledore's explanation for what was happening.
They entered the tower room to find Hermione, Sirius, Remus, and Dumbledore waiting for them. "How nice of you to join us, Harry, Sar-I mean, Elisabeth," said Dumbledore, nodding. He couldn't get used to calling this person Elisabeth, after calling her Sarah for so long! "I trust you had a nice chat last evening?" he asked, blue eyes twinkling.
"It cleared some stuff up," said Buffy, being vague. "We talked, we shared, we got along."
"Yeah, it was fun. We learned about each other," added Harry.
"Well, Harry, I'm sure that you'd like to go off with your friends for today," said Dumbledore. "I'm sure you have a lot to talk about," Dumbledore looked pointedly at Hermione, who was tapping her foot impatiently, looking like she was about to attack Harry.
"Yeah, okay professor," said Harry, looking at Hermione and gesturing for her to follow him. The adults in the room watched them leave, as Harry shouted, "I'll talk to you later, right Buffy?"
Buffy shouted back, "Count on it, Harry-bear!" Everyone in the room stifled a laugh as they heard Hermione start laughing and Harry telling her to 'shut it!'. Buffy started laughing at that, because they started to sound like Lily and James.
"Now that the children are away," said Dumbledore, looking at those remaining. "We have something to discuss...what to tell the rest of the Wizarding world regarding your return, Elisabeth," Dumbledore stated, looking at Buffy.
"I dunno what to tell them," said Buffy, meeting the Headmaster's gaze. "I mean, what, are we gonna say, 'Hey, you remember that Potter girl? The one that died? Well, she's really alive, it turns out the Minister ordered her dead, and she avoided it with help from a paranoid Auror.'? I mean, that sounds a little out there, even to me," Buffy grinned, liking her explanation.
"I don't think that is the wisest choice, Buffy," said Remus, also grinning. He knew she was joking, but still...you never fully knew with Buffy.
"It's called sarcasm, Moony," Buffy responded, cuffing him lightly on the head. "So, any other bright ideas? Because my oh-so-subtle approach doesn't seem likeable to you," added Buffy, looking at the rest of the occupants of the room. They all looked thoughtful.
"I believe I have one, Miss Potter," said Dumbledore, after a few minutes. "We could simply... not tell them for a little while. Tell them simply that the Minister was mistaken, that the boggart took the forms of what you feared, and you were afraid that someone would send people after you that are impossible to fight. Let them gossip as they will."
The rest of them argued. "That's not practical, Albus," said Remus, the calmest of the three. "The students will not go with that at all!" The other two nodded their heads in agreement.
"Be that as it may, we cannot cause a riot with the truth," argued Dumbledore. "The students will bombard you with questions, questions that it will be unwise to answer."
Buffy pouted. "Fine. But if they ask, I'm telling them the truth. I'm not lying to my students, Professor." She had the resolve face that Willow had taught her on, and Dumbledore nodded. "Then I think that's all settled."
"Remus? Would you be so kind as to stay for a moment? I have a question about your next wolf cycle," requested Dumbledore. Remus nodded. "You two may go," he said to Buffy and Sirius. "I'm sure you wish to talk?" They nodded and left the office.
"What about the wolf cycle, Albus?" asked Remus after the other two had left.
There was a twinkle in Dumbledore's eye. "Nothing, really. I just wanted to give them a chance alone," he said, looking at the door. Remus nodded and left the office a few minutes later, going opposite the direction he could tell that the others went. 'Sometimes having a sharp nose is a good thing,' he mused, going down to the kitchens for breakfast.
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"So, Buffy, what's been going on these past few years?" asked Sirius as they walked out of the office.
"Eh, not much. Went to LA, got called as a slayer, moved to the Hellmouth, made some friends, slayed a few vampires and demons, stopped an apocalypse or 7, died a few times, had my surrogate mom die, and still had time to do my homework...sometimes. Let's not forget that I blew up two schools and imploded a town," she said, speaking casually. Sirius' mouth dropped open. She saw this, laughed, and put her finger under his chin, then brought the finger up, effectively shutting his mouth.
Sirius blinked a few times. "You blew up two schools and destroyed a town?" he asked incredulously. She nodded happily. "I bow to your greatness! Even the Maurauders and I never got that far." Buffy laughed and accepted his salute.
"The first one was inhabited by vampires on the night of a dance, and the second one was when the mayor of my town was ascending. He turned into a hundred foot long demonic snake and I blew up the school with dynamite to kill him!" She laughed. "The town was deserted when I imploded it, no fears. And it was really a vampire, Spike, that did it using an amulet of heros. It was infested with turok-han and the First evil. And for a while, the First evil's man-bitch, Caleb the deranged priest was there, but I got him. Serves him right, too, ruining my favorite top with cheap wine," she pouted, and Sirius' mouth again fell open. She closed it for him again.
"I think I want to hear some of these stories in more detail than that later. You said that you died?" Sirius asked, recalling this. "You look fairly spry for a corpse. Want to elaborate?"
So Buffy went into the stories about The Master, and Glory, and her resurrection. During that part, Sirius pulled her into a hug and held her. She also told about being shot through the heart. All through it, he couldn't help think, 'wow, she's still gorgeous. She looks just like she did in that dream that I had. I can't believe all that she's gone through these past years. Wow.' She looked at him.
"So, what about you, Siri?" she asked, using an old childhood name for him. "What have you been up to?"
"Oh, you know, I was sent to Azkaban after being framed for James and Lily's deaths by the little Wormtailed one, that lasted about 12 years. Managed to escape as Padfoot, found Harry, had to have him rescue me from a couple hundred Dementors, went into hiding, provided a home for the Order in my home. Nice job getting rid of Mum's portrait, by the way," he added, thinking back. She blushed and waved away the praise. "Lately I've been dreaming about you, seems to be a bit prophetic. Found your room, found you, and now we're pretty much here," he finished.
"Yup. So...any love interests?" she asked, trying to keep the interest at a friendly level instead of a competitive one.
"Well, just one," he saw the spark of jealousy. "But I thought she died, and pretty much gave up on love after that. Does the name 'Elisabeth Potter' ring a bell with you?" she looked at him, then smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "So how about you? Any lovers I should know about?" They reached her room, and went in with a quick 'James'.
Buffy took a deep breath. "Um, you may want to sit down for this. It's a long history lesson." With that, she went through what happened with Angel, Parker, Riley, Spike(only while I was severely depressed and not in my right mind, mind). He looked shocked at being gotten over so easily. Buffy saw that he was a little sad, as well. "Sirius, don't forget. My memory was wiped blank. I didn't even know my real name, or that I was British, much less remember that I had a true love. But the Phoenix pendant, and the sense that someone was always missing, my other piece, was always there with me."
He looked into her eyes and saw the sincerity. "So...what? Do we just pick up where we left off? Because I don't know if I can control myself that much," he admitted, looking her over once more.
"I don't think I can, for very long, either," she admitted. "But we can try to get back into it. If it's awkward, we shouldn't, but I want my true love back, Animagus and escaped convict though he may be," she teased, leaning towards him. He met her halfway, and they shared a kiss full of the passion that being separated for all of those years had pent up inside of them.
(AN: to keep this at the current rating, we'll not go further with that, because my mind can turn a simple kiss or innocent flirting into much, much more in a very short time. Let's just assume that they made out like a happy little couple, m'kay?)
"Well, I feel that we cleared the air there," Sirius said, straightening his robes around him.
"Yup. Air is totally clear," replied Buffy, giggling and fixing her hair. "So...wanna go get something to eat?" she asked, laughing at his confused expression.
It took Sirius a minute to get the change of subject. "Food? But of course. After you, mademoiselle," he said in a cheesy french accent, gesturing for her to go first.
"Mm, Merci beaucoup, monsieur,", she said, giggling and passing him. They went down to the kitchens and got a bite to eat.
(AN: for those who don't do the french thing, Mademoiselle is 'miss' or 'ma'am', merci boucou is 'thank you very much', and monsieur is 'sir' or 'mister'.)(AN2: thanks to Sky and Emily for fixing the spelling and translations for me. I went to 2 different translator sites, but they wouldn't tell me the right spelling. I thought beaucoup was very much, but I wasn't sure, so I figured it was safe to say at least thank you. lol. Thanks!)
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"So, Harry, what did you and your aunt talk about last night?" asked Hermione, pretending that she hadn't been eavesdropping.
"You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that she's been through, Hermione," said Harry, eyes twinkling at the thought. "I mean, some of her adventures make what we've done look like fun. And she's awesome. I mean, she's destroyed the last three schools that she's been at...oh, but don't worry," he hastily added, seeing the look of horror cross Hermione's face. "She said that she loves Hogwarts too much to burn it. There were good reasons for destroying the schools, though," he said, seeing a look of relief cross her face. 'God, she's so cute when she's worried,' he thought. "The first she burnt down the gym because of a nest of Vampires, the second she blew up because there was a demonic snake in it that made the Basilisk look like a munchkin, and the third, she and her friends leveled the whole city, the new high school, and the university just kind of went with it," he explained.
"Um, do you want to go into those stories a little more?" Hermione asked, confused. Harry grinned, nodded, and went into the stories for her, while they walked around the school. 'God, he is so amazing. The love he has for her is obvious in the way he speaks about her. I wish he'd speak about me like that. I wish that his eyes would sparkle like that when he talks to me about me. I wish that he'd stop talking and just kiss me already!' She paused for a moment at that last thought, and blushed slightly when she realised what it implied. 'I do not have a crush on Harry. He's practically my best friend. And what would Ron say?' she asked herself rhetorically. A little voice in her head answered, 'But you love him. And who cares what Ron thinks?' she realised that she was ignoring Harry, and tuned in just in time to catch the entire story about the First Evil and the sinkhole that is now Sunnydale. "Harry? Do you want to go to the Room of Requirement to talk? It'll be more comfortable than walking, without the pestering that the Common Room would bring," suggested the witch hesitantly.
"Sure, Hermione," said Harry. He walked with her in companionable silence until they got to the room and performed the necessary procedures to get in. "So, want to hear about her loves? I believe you know them...Angelus and William The Bloody," Harry said with a mischievous glint in his eye as she gasped. So Harry told the stories about the vampires, their punishments, and how they each left. By the time they finished talking about that, it was close to lunch, and they realised that neither had eaten all day, and both were hungry. "Want to require food, Hermione?" asked Harry. "No House Elves doing the cooking, so it should be all right to eat." he teased her about the previous year, when she refused food because of the slave labour used to make it. He earned himself a smack on the back of the head. A light one, of course.
"Sure. Just imagine what you want, and it should come," she said, mostly to keep herself calm. She thought of a great lunch(AN: I don't know what British people eat...personally, I'd conjure a Burger and fries, with some Cola to go with, but that's probably different, so let's be vague, shall we? Otherwise, these kids are suddenly American fast food Junkies.) She looked over and saw that Harry had a similar meal. They ate together in silence, occasionally thinking up something that they needed.
After they were done, Harry asked Hermione what she had done the previous night. "Oh, I just spent some time with Sirius and Remus. They told me a few stories about your aunt when she was a child. Some of the pranks she pulled..." Hermione started laughing, with Harry joining in.
"Yeah, she told me about some of them." They exchanged stories for hours. Finally, all talked out, they looked at each other, then Harry looked at a clock that he conjured on the wall. "Look, it's almost dinnertime. Everyone's going to wonder where we were. Come with me, mademoiselle?" He asked, standing up and offering his hand to help her up.
"Why, I thought you'd never ask. I'd be honored, sir," she answered, batting her eyes teasingly and taking his hand. They walked out of the room and down to the Great Hall. Neither noticed that they hadn't let go of the other's hand...
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M'kay, that's pretty much it. I know that it's still kind of short once you cut out the Author's notes and reader responses at the beginning, but that's all that I have. Sorry. I have a life, people, come on! Rehearsal, keeping my livejournals(frekicowgirl and avril2bridges, if anyone's interested) going, talking to friends, hanging out with friends, building a social life around mostly seniors who are leaving me to never return next year...lol. Busy life. And then there's school, homework, and real life to take care of. Sorry these aren't coming fast now that the holidays are over. I really do work on this when I get the chance...I just don't get the chance very often. lol. Talk to my teachers if you don't like it. That's the teachers at West Morris Central High School in Chester, NJ. If you yell at them? Let me see or hear it? I need a few small pleasures in my lift, and that would be it for me. Well, I'm out.
Love, peace, and music!!
Chris