A Second Chance
Chapter 11 – Matchmaking in an ex-demons way.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything.
TIMELINE: AU. Set ten years before (Around 1988) "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone", during and after Harry Potter book 5, "Order of the Phoenix"(2003). During and after BTVS season 7, "Chosen". Pretend HP book one happened in 1999 during Buffy season three )
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. After James and Lily reappears, seemingly alive and well, mysterious things start to happen. New allies are made, prophecies revealed...and people keep rising from the dead. What's going on? And what has Voldemort got to do with it? Are the Scoobies and the Potter's second chance at life enough to stop the Dark Lord from spreading darkness across the country? Or is the world in need of more miracles?
PAIRINGS: Too many to count.
Thanks to my beta: Charmed Chick
The next morning, Ron, Harry and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor breakfast table, Dawn was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, have you seen Dawn today?" Ron asked, and Harry looked up.
"Nope. Not since last night," he said innocently, having troubles keeping his face straight. Neither Ron or Hermione would know what hit them.
"Huh. Just thought you would know, you always hang with her..." Ron sounded a little jealous.
"Ron! Get over yourself! Harry does not spend more time with Dawn than us!" Hermione argued, but mumbled quietly under her breath so Ron wouldn't hear:
"Not that I can blame him...annoying Redhead."
Harry heard though, and suddenly started to feel nervous. Maybe Ron's and Hermione's fighting wasn't because they liked each other- what if they really didn't? His thoughts was interrupted by Anya, at the head-table who suddenly spoke up very clear and loudly.
"Xander gave melots of orgasms last night!"
"Anya!" Xander exclaimed, his face burning with embarrasement, but she didn't pay him any attention.
"It was really good," she cuntinued."It always makes me feel less angry and more happy. I think others should follow that example too."
"Anya, please..." Xander murmured.
"I DO! Just look at Ron and Hermione, they really look like they could use some action- in bed! It's really relaxing! And I'm sure they would fight less!"
Ron's ears were really red now, and Hermione looked like she would like to sink through the ground. Dumbledore looked amused, Faith, James and Sirius laughed out loud, and the other Slayers just stared from Ron, to Hermione, to Anya, to Xander. Lily and Charlie didn't know what to think, Snape looked really shocked about how...Anya...Anya was, and Remus did his best not to laugh out loud along with Faith, James and Sirius, with a little success. At the end, he excused himself from the table, and ran out of the Great Hall. As soon as he was out, he burst out laughing.
"ANYA!" Xander practically screamed, but Anya kept babbling.
"...Just look at them, Xander! You always tell me it would be heaven if Professor McGonagall got some orgasms too, since it would propably make her less strict, and more fun...mmph!" Xander had finally managed to cover Anyas mouth, and was really red now.
"Hehehehe...Anya...she's so funny...hehehehe!"
Harry stared google eyed at Anya. That was really not in the plan! He'd felt sick when he thought of his parents sleeping together, but professor McGonagall...suddenly, Harry felt a strong will to throw up, right there, and right now. The others seemed to think the same thing.
Both Buffy, Sirius, Willow and James looked sick at the thought (James was actually very green) and Faith ran out of the Great Hall, not to laugh, like Remus had, but for more...desperate...matters.
Ron and Hermione was both green, and embarrased at the same time.
"Excuse me!" Ron said, and ran off, Hermione soon to follow.
"Finally! You go Ron!" Anya screamed. "Let her ride you at gallop!"
When Ron and Hermione stormed out of the great hall, they were met by Remus.
"What happened? Faith came out a second ago, and she looked very - "
" - You don't want to know!" Ron interrupted, "excuse me, but I think I'm going to be sick!"
"You can't throw up in the hallway, Ron!" Hermione sounded shocked.
"Tell that to my stomach!" With that, he...well...threw up.
"Alright, just relax..." Remus went forward, and pointed his wand at the mess, and with an 'evanesco,' it was gone.
"Hermione, why don't you go with Ron to the bathroom so he can wash up?"
"All right, professor." Hermione slowly walked Ron to the prefects bathroom.
Remus walked into the Great Hall, and up to the faculty-table, and asked Sirius, who still looked very green, what had happened, because Ron had thrown up in the hallway. Sirius just excused himself, and ran out also, a hand for his mouth. Remus gave Lily a confused look, and she gave him a brief explanation quietly in his ear. When she was done, Remus looked just as sick as Sirius had.
Five minutes later Dawn came in, and walked straight up to Harry.
"Harry! What happened! Ron and Hermione didn't come to the common room like they should have!"
"Well...things didn't exactly go like they should have..." Harry still felt ill.
"WHAT! You mean they really don't like each other? But...I was so sure..." She pouted.
"It's not that...but Anya stepped over the line..."
"Oh no...!" Dawn's eyes widened in horror, all too familiar with how Anya tended to be. "What did she say?"
Harry opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. He couldn't say it.
"It's best if you don't know..."
"But..."
"Allright." He wispered something in Dawn's ear, veeeeery fast.
"Oh..." Dawn said, confused.
"OH...!" When Dawn's brain finally registred what he had said, she also looked very sick.
"Do you feel better?" Hermione asked. When she and Ron had left the Great Hall, and after Ron had been at the bathroom, they had walked straight up to the common room.
"Yeah...a bit," Ron said moodily.
"I can't believe what Anya was thinking!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Me neither..."
"But it's not that part that makes me most upset," Hermione mused.
"It's not?" Ron blinked stupidly. "You don't find the fact that professor McGonagall...I think I'm going to be sick again..."
"Oh, Ron, stop being so silly! No, it's the fact that..."
"That what, 'Mione?"
"...she was right."
"WHAT!" Ron flew up from the couch.
"Oh, not the McGonagall part!" Hermione hastily added when she saw Ron's face.
"But about...us." She blushed.
"Huh?"
"You really are clueless, aren't you?" She chuckled."I just mean that if we...get to...action...maybe we would fight less- and feel better?"
"...Are...are...you saying that we should do...the-the...THING?" Ron's ears were very read now.
"No! Really, really not! I'm just saying that maybe we would feel better if we are honest with each other...release our..."
"Orgasms?" Hermione hit him on the arm.
"NO! Is that all you think about!"
"No...and from today, I rather not think about it at all..." Ron said hotly.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I meant that maybe we should realease our frustrations! I say what irritates me the most about you, and you tell me what irritates you the most about me!"
"Oh...okay." Ron sat down. "You start."
"Well...let's see...oh! I got it! You always talk with food in your mouth."
"And...?"
"And it's disgusting! Now, your turn."
"Spew."
Hermione frowned.
"Ron, you are the one that keeps throwing up things up, remember?"
"I meant S.P.E.W. The Society for the Promotion of Elfish...Well-manner? - Ouch!" Hermione had hit him on the arm again.
"It's the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare!" She hissed.
"Why did you hit me! I didn't hit you!" Ron exclaimed, rubbing his arm.
"Well...we ARE supposed to release our agressions...okay, my turn: You always swear."
"And...?"
"GAH! Why am I even doing this! Ron Weasley, you are hopeless! You are...mmph!" Hermione was interrupted by Ron's lips who was hardly pressed against hers.
When Harry and Dawn came through the portraithole fifteen minutes later, they found Hermione and Ron heavily snogging in the sofa, making smacking noices.
"Awww! So cute!" Dawn giggled, quietly, so they wouldn't notice them.
"Mmhm...I guess..." Harry said. It had sounded so good in his head- get Ron and Hermione together, so you can get some peace. Now when he saw the result...well, he wasn't too sure about the peace-part.
"Harry!" Dawn suddenly said.
"Yeah?"
"I never locked them into the closet!"
"And...?"
"And I really wanted to!" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Mission accomplished, Dawnie. The closet was just plan B."
"No, it wasn't! I was suppossed to lock them in the closet when they came up to the common room after being heavily hummiliated by Anya! And then they were going to thank me for getting them together! Now they'll never know it was our plan!"
"IT WAS YOUR IDEA!" They heard Ron scream. Obviously, they were noticed.
"Yeah!" Dawn said happily. Harry started to hit himself with his head against the wall.
"Stupid thing to say, Dawnie..."
"SO YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WAS BEHIND ANYA'S LITLLE SPEECH? YOU ARE THE ONE THAT MADE ME THROW UP FROM A GROSS-FACTOR JUST AS HIGH AS... ...what was that high place you visited when you were in France, again?" Ron asked Hermione.
"The Eiffel-tower..." Hermione said slowly.
"Right...THE EIFFEL-TOWER, JUST TO GET A CHANCE TO LOCK US INTO A CLOSET! I CAN'T BELIEVE - "
And so the argument started.
"I guess I was really wrong about the peace-part," Harry sighed.
At the same time, in a small cell, in a big house with a big basement, a girl lay on the dirty floor. Her hands was chained, and her blonde hair was dirtied and in big need of washing. It looked like she had been laying there for several hours. The girl was both bloodied and bruised, and very confused. She didn't know why she was there.
"Is...is this...hell?" She whispered to herself.
"For you it is," a voice answered, and the girl slowly turned her head around and looked up into the eyes of the ugliest man she'd ever seen. It didn't look like he had skin at all, he had a snake-like face and red shining eyes.
"Are...are you the...d-dev-dev..."
"Devil?" The man chuckled. "I guess some people might call me that. But I prefer the name lord."
"Lor...lord...what?" She sputtered.
"Voldemort. I am lord Voldemort. And you, my dearest girl, are my guest." The girl shivered.
"Lucius!" The man called Voldemort said, and another man came in.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Do me a favor...and...take care of our...guest, in a way she deserves. I need some... entertainment."
"Yes, my lord." Lucius bowed, and went forward to the girl. Lord Voldemort smiled cruelly, and exited the room. The only noise left to hear in Malfoy Manor was the girl's scream.
Later that day, Harry and Hermione came down into the Great Hall again, alone.
"AreRon and Dawnstill screaming at eachother?" Vi asked curiously.
"Mhm...I think I'm getting a headache." Harry muttered, then frowned."Wait, how did you know they were arguing?" Vi rolled her eyes.
"Hello Slayer-hearing. And besides, I think it's impossible not to hear them, even with normal ears."
"You're probably right. Where are Xander and Anya?" Hermione asked.
"Don't mention her!" Harry said, going slightly green."Or you will make me sick again."
Hermione smiled meekly.
"Sorry..."
"She, Xander and professor McGona - "
" - Don't mention her!" Both Hermione and Harry said.
"Gee, tense, much?" Vi asked with a roll of her eyes.
" - THEY went to St. Mungo's. Profess - oh, for God's sake, Harry, SHE wasn't too happy about the fact that she had to travel with them."
"Jeez, Wonder why..." Harry muttered.
"Anyway, they were going to get Xander a spinning eye, like that...er...Moody guy we met at Headquarters."
"Hello," professor McGonagall asked a blonde witch behind a desk.
"This man would need an eye-replacement, can you - "
" - first floor," the blonde witch said without looking up.
"Thank you." She turned to Anya and Xander, who had been in awe ever since he came in through the glass at the window.
"You're going to the first floor, where a healer will help you. I'll wait in the tea room on the fifth floor."
Xander had the feeling that she wanted to get as far away from them as possible.
Three and a half hours later, Xander stepped into the tea-room with a new eye, looking exactly the same way as his last one did - except that he could spin this one around if he wanted to.
"There you are!" McGonagall exclaimed and got up from her chair."Let's get out of here before - "
"Hello, ladies! And gentleman!"
" - HE comes back..." Professor McGonagall sighed. She turned around with a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Gilderoy! How nice to see you," she said, but it didn't seem like she meant it.
"We're on a first-name basis?" The man asked, and threw his wavy blond hair over his shoulder.
"Yes, we are. We used to teach at the same school. You spoke to me when I came in here before, remember?" She frowned."Oh, of course you don't."
"Oh, of course I do...say, do you want my authograph?"
"No, thank you, we need to get going."
"Oh, don't be shy! Of course I'll write some to your friends as well! What are their names?"
'Okay...this man is just as nuts as Anya...but in a more disturbing way...' Xander thought.
"I am very sorry, Gilderoy. But we must leave now. Take care of yourself!" McGonagall said, and hurried out, Anya and Xander following slightly after, Xanders spinning eye still looking at Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Alright, did anyone other than me feel that he was too cheery for his own good?" He asked.
Willow sat down by the lake, focusing her powers on the water.
"Goddess, let this water flow like your river. Let the waves be free like your spirit," she chanted, and smiled as the water answered. She was so focused that she didn't notice the fat, grey rat, who slowly moved closer.
"Goddess, hear my prayer. Let this lake be your home, and give it your blessing. Goddess, listen to your servant, hear my ca - aaaah!" Willow was dragged backwards, and the lake started to throw up cascades of water when she lost focus. She found herself looking into the small, watery eyes of a fat, short man with dirty hair and a silvery hand.
"What - " Before she was able to react, or defend herself with a protection spell, the man took hold hard on her arm, before putting his silvery hand into his pocket and touching a watch- a portkey. Willow saw Hogwarts slowly disappear infront of her eyes in a blur of colours when she was wisked away.
When Willow landed, she prepared herself mentally to teleport back to Hogwarts. Or, slightly outside of it, since it was impossible to apparate into Hogwarts grounds. However, she got a real shock when she found she couldn't.
"Don't bother, you silly girl. This building is protected by heavy charms. None of your silly wandless-magic works here." A man hissed, and when Willow looked into the face of him, she knew without a doubt that this was lord Voldemort.
"Yes." He smirked. "I am Lord Voldemort...and you are Willow Rosenberg."
"How did y - "
"How I knew? Oh, I know everything. I know that James and Lily Potter are back from the dead... I know why they are back. And I know you and your stupid friends have decided to aid Dumbledore in this war against me." He laughed.
"Like you are ever going to win," he spat. "Filthy mudblood trash."
"From what I've heard, you are half-muggle too!" Willow retorted.
"SHUT UP YOU SILLY GIRL! Don't talk about things you understand nothing about!" He lifted his wand. "CRUCIO!"
Willow suddenly felt herself being trapped in pain- but she didn't scream.
'He's not going to break me...This pain is nothing against the pain I went through when I lost Tara...'
"Good, good...you are strong..." Voldemort mused. "Just like I thought. The wicca from the Hellmouth. Tell me, Willow, why did you turn your back from your dark path?"
"Because of something you can never feel! Because you don't have a heart." Willow spat and Voldemort chuckled.
"Oh, I see. Was it love? Love that made you turn your back from it? Then, answer my question- it was love that made you turn...dark...in the first place, was it not?"
Willow didn't answer. He was right - partly. She had turned her back to the light when Tara died, true, but her addiction to dark magic had started long before that.
"That's what I thought." Voldemort smiled. "Now, Willow. I am going to give you an offer. And I would very much like you to answer yes to that question."
"Never!" Willow spat. She knew what question it would be.
"We'll see. Willow, do you want to be my queen?
"Your queen? Queen of the underworld-queen?" Willow said, screwing up her nose in disgust."No, thank you. And if you know everything about me, then you should know that I'm gay, and you're a guy...so, I think I have to turn you down. Thanks for asking though."
Voldemorts eyes narrowed, but he continued anyway.
"You would be my queen, Willow, and you would have everything you wished for."
"Right now, I just wish you'd get out of here, because you smell very bad. Come back later, when you're showered and I'll consider your offer," Willow snapped.
"You think you are funny?" Voldemort hissed.
"Well...yeah." 'Tara would be proud.'
"Oh, you do! Well, listen here, Miss Rosenberg. I don't find you amusing in any way. You will join me, sooner or later, just as the dark Slayer will."
"Faith?" Willow's eyes widened."What do you want with her?"
"Oh, the same as I want with you, of course. I want her to be my queen. A great king needs many queens."
"Faith has already tasted the dark. She wouldn't taste it again," Willow said.
"Are you sure?"
Willow became quiet. She was sure that Faith was sorry, and had done the redemption thing. But if an offer like Voldemort's came up...well, she wasn't sure.
"That's what I thought. I also have a present for her, just like I have one for you."
"What? A t-shirt which says 'I'm the Queen of the underworld, do you want my authograph?' I think I'll pass." Willow said ironically, and smiled. Voldemort smiled back, and Willow's smile faltered.
"No. Something much, much, better. Willow...what would you say...if I gave you the one thing you wish for most in the world?"
Willow was quiet. Whatever he could give her, it couldn't be the thing she wanted more than anything.
"I cannot?" Voldemort asked when she didn't answer. He gave a sign to one of his Death Eaters, who left.
"What would you say - " he continued.
The Death Eater came back alongwith another Death Eater. And this Death Eater dragged a girlbehind him. When Willow saw the dirty, bloodied and bruised body, her eyes slowly started to fill with unshed tears.
"...Tara?"
" - if I gave you your lover back?" Voldemort finished with a cruel smile.
A/N: Hehe. How is that for a cliffhanger? Alright, now you really must REVIEW! I need to know what you think about this, am I crazy? Or am I a genius? Or both? (I actually planned to bring Tara back ever since chapter 3, so it wasn't because of you, 'The Lady Morgaine', it happened - but I was pleasantly surprised that you thought the same!)