A/N: Hey people. I go this idea from Sam-453's It's All in The Blood, who got it from Water Mage's Stars Not in Heaven, so yeah. It's been done, I know, but my muse started pounding on my head and you can't fight the muse. (Well you can, but you won't win ^_^)

Set in Buffy after The Body…set after the episode after that as well actually, so spoilers up till then, maybe afterwards. It will be going AU to a certain extent (like…The Gift gets changed…yeah, I guess that's to some extent ^_^ )

Set in HP after the Fifth Book (yeah, I know the years don't line up. Creative license and all.)

Chapter 1

Buffy Summers looked at the files her mother had left when she died. She had to go through them. She didn't feel like it, but it was something that had to be done. She had been putting it off for a couple weeks already and now she really had to go through her mom's things. She really didn't want to do that.

"Buffy?"

Buffy looked up at Willow from where she sat on the floor surrounded by file boxes. "Will, what's up?"

"Dawn was wondering if we could go get something for dinner." Willow looked at the file boxes. "Uh—do you need any help?"

Buffy shook her head. "No, I don't, and yeah. Dinner sounds good."

"Okay. Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"I'm fine Willow," Buffy said quietly. Willow nodded and left, going to tell Dawn and Tara that they were leaving. Buffy opened one of the file boxes.

"Hey, Buff. Willow said you might need some help."

Buffy looked up at Xander, standing in the doorway, a little exasperated. "Do I look incapable or something? My mom died. I didn't become incompetent."

Xander gave her a half smile and a shrug. "Never said you did. Just thought you might like some help."

Buffy looked at him for a long minute before she gave her head a shake. "I'm sorry Xander—yeah, come sit. Thanks."

He sat down beside her and opened a file box. "Yay—papers."

"And papers, and papers, and more—you guessed it. Papers." Buffy sighed and shook her hair out. "What do you say we just torch'em all?"

Xander grinned. "Got a lighter?"

That made her smile, and she dug through the box in front of her with a little renewed enthusiasm. "Bills, bills, and, goody, more bills. All paid, thank God."

She moved onto the next box, opening it. "Oh. Legal papers." Green eyes skimmed over the titles of the file folders. "Divorce, Dawn, Buffy—" She pulled out her folder and flipped through it, curious. "She kept all of our report cards…and that note from the principal of Hemery kicking me out for burning down the gym. Fun…what's this?"

She pulled out a birth certificate while Xander looked on curiously. Paper clipped to the birth certificate was a sheaf of papers. Buffy was more focused on the birth certificate though. "What's this doing in my folder?"

"What it say?" Xander asked.

"Alyse Susan Potter. Who's that?"

Xander shrugged and said, "What do the rest of the papers say?"

"Dunno…" Buffy flipped to the next page and blinked. "Uh…"

"What's up Buffy?" Xander asked, concerned by how pale she had gone. "Buffy?"

Silently, Buffy handed over the papers. Xander read through them quickly. Adoption of Alyse Susan Potter to Joyce and Hank Summers…Child will hereafter be called Buffy Anne Summers…Xander looked up. "Whoa."

"Whoa?" Buffy stared at him. "What do you mean whoa? Is that all you can come up with is whoa?"

Xander set the papers down, considering very carefully what he would say next. The wrong thing could very possibly make her either blow up or start crying. She looked on the verge of both. "This is…very big. And unexpected…you didn't know did you?"

Buffy shook her head, in a state of shock, and Xander was relieved when she didn't blow up.

"I had no idea—why would she hide this from me? Why would he hide this from me—should I call him?"

Xander blinked. "Who, you dad?"

"Yeah—I mean, he knew, right?" Buffy looked at Xander, hoping he would have an answer.

"Probably," Xander said cautiously. "But Buffy, you said you tried to call him after your mom—and he didn't call you back."

Buffy blinked. "Oh. Right. Forgot about that."

"How about you call Giles if you want to talk to some adult type person," Xander suggested. "I'm sure he'll have some great advice."

"On what?" Buffy looked at Xander, confused.

"Well…" Xander thought about it. "Maybe on how to find this—" He checked the papers. "Lily Evans and James Potter.  I mean, you want to find them, right?"

"Do I?"

Oh boy. Xander nodded. "Yes, you want to find them. Otherwise you won't find out exactly why they gave you up—remember that part?"

"Huh? They didn't die?" Buffy snatched the papers out of Xander's hand, taking the time to read them more carefully. "They voluntarily gave me up? How rude is that? That is so not cool. I need to call this person who was in charge of this adoption that took place in…England."

Xander stared. He had missed that part. "England?"

"Devon, to be exact. I'm English. I'm—I'm English." Buffy stared at Xander. "I'm like a mini-Giles. Only female, and cuter, and a lot more stylish." She frowned. "And the other half of the Slayer-Watcher team."

"Buffy—"

"I mean, why would they give me up? And why would Mom adopt me from England? This makes no sense. Xander, make this make sense."

Xander couldn't think of anything to say except, "Maybe you should talk to Giles about this. He may know who you need to talk to or something."

Buffy swallowed, looking at the papers. Finally she said, "No. It can wait until after this fight with Glory. After that's over, we'll see."

A/N: I know, I know. It's short—they'll get longer, promise.