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This story along with my other stories are un-betaed so please excuse the messiness and the not so good grammar and all the other spoofiness that comes along with my writing. Anyways two chapters hope you like 'em and to answer some question, Buffy and the Scoobies are a year younger than the gang from the Potterverse.

Chapter 9

Lead me into the light

Summers Residence, Sunnydale, California...

Bellatrix walked around "her" house and took in the life of Joyce Summers as if it were her own while Darius confined himself to the basement watching over the brewing polyjuice potions.

The basement door creaked open and Darius looked up in time to see Bellatrix in a trance like state, "Master, I can see into her dreams. The spell is now complete."

Darius transfigured an old bicycle into a large bed and laid Bellatrix down as he listened to her describe what she was seeing in her niece's dreams. "She dreams of him Master, the Vampire with the soul. She calls him Angel. But, what's this? Harry Potter saved her from a vampire with a gun? My Lord, she remembers you, Darius she calls out to you in her dreams."

A few hours later...

"She can sense something's wrong with her mother, no wait she sees no difference." At that moment Bellatrix screamed out, "MOMMY!"

"MOMMY!!!"

Upon hearing Bethany's scream, Narcissa apparated to her side and placed her arms gently around her daughter. Draco fell off his chair and was dumbstruck at the sight of his mother hugging his sister's sobbing form.

"I can't let her die, my Mommy can't leave me. She's all I have left; she's all I have left. They always leave me everyone I love leaves me. Daddy, Merrick, Angel..." Buffy's sobbing subsided and her head lolled back, indicating she was crying in her sleep.

Lucius Malfoy walked slowly towards his daughter and wife and felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as he listened to her whimper in her sleep. "What have I done?" he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. His knees gave in and for the first time ever Lucius Malfoy broke down.

Draco watched with a confused expression on his face, he felt jealousy and bitterness towards his parents, where were they when he needed them? But then his cold and stony exterior vanished as soon as another whimper escaped from Buffy's mouth.

Angel felt like dying all over again the way Buffy cried out his leaving her in her sleep, he didn't think he could ever face her again so he did the one thing he could do to try and make things right. Angel took one unneeded breath of air before walking out of the ward doors, never looking back.

Harry would have been relieved if he didn't have a conscience. Was that Vampire stupid? Didn't he just hear Buffy cry over his leaving? Why wasn't he staying? Harry Potter, the boy who could not leave well enough alone could have let the Vampire go, could have, but he could not. No, he was too noble to try and take advantage of Buffy's break-up with Angel, he'd have to deal with the consequences, but right now the only thing on his mind was to follow Angel and stop him from leaving Buffy, again.

Severus watched in the shadows as Harry Potter and a man unknown to him left without a word. What were they doing there in the first place? Then his gaze fell upon the Malfoy Family Reunion. It wasn't exactly what he had pictured in his mind but the least he could do for his long time friends was be happy for them that they were finally reunited with their daughter.

He felt a pang of envy as he remembered his own family reunions, no one would have cried over him the way Narcissa or Lucius cried over their lost child. He tore his eyes away from his friends when he eyed the eldest Malfoy child, his Godson Draco. He'd changed so much, gone was the superior Slytherin Prince and spoiled brat, in his place was a softer, perhaps kinder Draco Malfoy. The look on his Godson's face showed it all, gone was the cold exterior he had used to get his way, now all he saw was a boy concerned over his sister's welfare and the unmistakable look of loneliness and envy as he watched Draco's eyes fall upon his mother and father.

When Buffy's sobs finally died down, Narcissa lay her head back down onto the pillow and tucked her in, whispering words of encouragement and assurances that nothing would happen to her 'Mommy', no matter how much it hurt Narcissa to know it wasn't herself that Bethany was crying out to.

Lucius was by now able to compose himself and ran the back of his hands over his grief stricken and puffy eyes. He walked over to Draco and placed a hand on his shoulder, Draco just stood there, staring at his sister.

"She's going to be fine," said Draco to no one in particular. At this point, Narcissa had taken her place by Draco's side while Lucius stood by his left. The three of them looked down at their youngest family member, to Lucius and Narcissa it was as if having her enter their world for the first time. To Draco, it felt like having a part of him that was lost so long ago had returned and assured him that everything would be fine.

They stood there in silence, but their silence spoke in volumes filled with apologies and acceptance. But most importantly their silence signalled the end of their old life and the beginning of their new one. Bethany Black Malfoy had returned to them, daughter and sister. She was home.

Outside of St. Mungo's in the streets of Muggle London Angel walked with the world on his shoulders and the fires of Hell burning with fury in his unbeating, dead heart. His silence though, would not last long.

"Angel!" Harry called out to him.

Angel turned around in surprise Harry stood a few inches away from him in the rain drenched from head to toe because of the rain. "What do you want?" asked Angel, evidence of weariness in his voice.

"We need to talk but I think this conversation should be continued elsewhere," Harry pulled out a doorknob and held it out for Angel.

"A doorknob?" asked Angel in annoyance.

Harry rolled his eyes, "It's a portkey to Sirius' house. Just trust me when I say it's quicker than walking or taking a cab alright?"

Angel sighed in defeat, the faster they got there, and the sooner he and Doyle could leave. He touched the portkey and felt a tugging sensation in his middle as he watched the streets of London become a blur. Thankful for his quick reflexes, he was able to straighten himself out right after finding himself in the middle of the lounge room where five sets of eyes were staring at him and the heap on the floor also known as Harry Potter.

Harry got up and pulled the Vampire into the kitchen, he took out his wand and pointed it at the door and uttered a locking charm, and he then cast a silencing charm, which ensured that whatever he had to say to Angel would remain between the two of them.

"Listen Harry I don't need this from you I know you know what happened when I left her but this does not concern you."

Harry slammed his hands on the table and screamed out in frustration, "Are you bloody daft? You heard how hurt she was over your departure from her life and yet you decided to walk out of her life again?"

Angel growled and his eyes flashed gold briefly. "I love her and it's for her own good that I stay away from her. And again this has absolutely nothing to do with you so stay the hell out of my business. Besides," Angel sneered, "I know the real reason why you're doing this. I know you love her, I can practically smell your love for her flowing in thick waves. Your being noble won't win you a place in her heart so give up while you can."

Harry knew violence would not be the answer to getting the message through to his thick skull, "Don't you understand? She needs you now more than ever! And yes I do love her but as long as you're still alive or undead, whatever, as long as she still loves you I won't bloody push myself into her heart!"

Angel stilled, his sneer disappearing from his face and stood there in silence, he examined Harry's features. His face was flushed from shouting, his green eyes glowed eerily and the grip on his wand was so tight that he had actually drawn blood without realising it. But what fascinated him was the magical energy cackling in the droplets of blood that fell on the floor.

"She needs you to protect her and to love her, she needs you here beside her. And she needs you back in her life." Harry sat down, allowing exhaustion to claim him. He loved Buffy to the point where he was actually convincing his "rival" for her affection, to stay with her. Bloody hell, he could be stupid sometimes.

Angel tore his gaze away from the blood and stared Harry right in the eyes, "I have to leave because I love her. We're addicted to each other Harry, but we can never have the closeness that we had. It's never enough or it's too much. And it's not just the physical aspect of our relationship she's a mortal and a Slayer. I'm a Vampire, Immortal and cursed with a soul. I can't give her what she wants, and I can't give her the one thing I will always crave. I can't take her into the light Harry, that's what she needs. A sense of normality in this unnatural world."

Harry stared at the Vampire in wonder, was he really willing to give up his love just so she can live a somewhat normal life? "You do realise that she'll never have a normal life, on any level don't you?"

Angel just turned and yanked open the door with all his might, "I have to at least give her the freedom she'll need to find that sense of normality."

Harry leaned back in the chair and traced his fingers over his smooth forehead.

Angel walked out of the kitchen towards the living room where the other apparently hadn't moved. He rolled his eyes and said, "Harry and I didn't kill each other, he's fine if you want to see for yourselves. Oh and Doyle, pack up we're leaving. Giles, I understand if you want to stay here with...Buffy. Doyle and I are finished here we came here to find her, we found her, she's okay and that's that."

Doyle nodded his head and went upstairs to get their stuff, he was surprised to find Harry standing outside their room with both bags packed on the floor.

Downstairs, Giles approached Angel who was looking out into the street deep in thought.

"I'll tell them not to tell Buffy you came," said Giles.

Angel turned to the Watcher and gave him a small nod in gratitude. 15 minutes later, Angel and Doyle were given flooed with Tonks to the nearest fireplace at Heathrow Airport. Boarding the plane, Doyle took his seat beside Angel and said, "You know that the Watcher's are still going to hunt her down. Are you sure you wouldn't want to stay a little longer?"

Angel stared out into the darkness and answered, "She won't need me anytime soon. Not with her newfound family and with him around."

Doyle leaned in closer, "Him who boss?"

Angel looked down on his right hand where he twirled his Claddagh ring around and sighed as he placed it in his pocket, "The one who can lead her into the light."

TBC

A/N: hey guys what's up? Upcoming chapters will have more of Buffy's dealing with her newfound destiny.