Out of the Blue
Chapter 14 – Out of the fireplace.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything…
RATING: PG-13 (T) to R (M) - violence, language, angst, horror, mild sexual interactions, etc. If you can watch BTVS/AtS and read HP, I doubt you'll have any problem with this story.
TIMELINE: Takes place after season two in BTVS, and during the marauders last year at Hogwarts.
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. Life sucked for Buffy Summers. After taking her refuge to LA, she had hoped she would finally have some of that peace the Hellmouth couldn't provide. She should have known she was hoping for the impossible. When she gets propelled into another dimension, her life changes forever - but is it for the better or for worse?
CENTRAL PAIRING: Buffy/Remus
OTHER PAIRINGS: James/Lily, Sirius/OC
Special Thanks to: My Beta - CharmedChick
"Miss de Mort." It was lunchtime, and Dumbledore walked up to her.
"Yes, sir?"
"If you have time, could you come up to my office after you've finished?"
Eliza blinked.
"But I've got classes...?"
"Oh, not to worry. You will be excused."
"Alright...I'll be there." She smiled at Dumbledore who bowed his head, and then left.
The Marauders looked after him.
"You have any idea what it's about?"
Eliza shrugged.
"No."
"Professor Dumbledore?"
"Ah, yes. Miss de Mort, come in."
Eliza sat down, fiddling nervously with her hands.
"I am afraid your father has found out about your whereabouts," Dumbledore said gravely, and watched her over his half-moon glasses. Eliza's heart sank.
"How?"
Dumbledore sighed.
"I am afraid that is my fault. When I accepted you into this school, I did not think about the children here, who have a less...appropriate parentage." He said slowly, and Eliza understood.
"Children to Death-Eaters."
"Exactly. I believe we have more than one future Death-Eater under this roof, and some may already be marked. However, I have no right to check this, and it could put me in trouble with the ministry, and a lot of angry parents, if I suddenly started to check my students forearms for the Dark Mark."
Eliza nodded.
"I understand."
Dumbledore sighed again.
"I should have thought about changing your name, and possibly your appearance as well. Eliza, I want you to be very careful, even in the
castle. Some of your fellow students could, as I already mentioned, be Death Eaters, or becoming Death Eaters, and therefore are only looking for a way to prove themselves to Voldemort. By kidnapping you, they would have that. I do not want you to go anywhere in the corridors without being company by either your friends, or a teacher."
"My friends...how do I know they are trustworthy?"
Dumbledore regarded her closely.
"I know you can trust all of those you have befriended so far."
Eliza nodded.
"I see...do you think I should let them know about my situation?"
Dumbledore gave her another close look.
"That, Eliza, is entirely up to you."
Eliza nodded, and then closed her eyes...
I-I-I
She lifted her wand, and stunned the man she'd grown to hate as a monster. He was not prepared, and he fell down in the blood the girl knew was her mother's. She turned around. And ran. She didn't look back.
She ran, ran through the rainy streets in Paris. She looked over her shoulder, like she expected someone to pop out from nowhere, and grab her, hurt her, kill her. She ran faster. The rain fell down her face, mixing with the salt tears falling from her eyes. There, a light in a house. she ran up to it, knocking.
"Eliza!" A voice said. "Are you okay?"
"I-I can't stay. H-he...he will come after me."
"Eliza, answer me!"
"I-I can't. Then he might hurt you too."
"Who hurt who? Eliza, please..."
"I-I can't..."
The girl watched her friend worriedly. Her clothes were soaked with water, and her teeth were shattering.
"What happened?"
Eliza burst into tears.
"H-he...killed..."
"Killed? Who was killed? Eliza, please!"
"I-I can't tell you. J-just...can I borrow your f-fireplace?"
The girl nodded.
"Of course. Are you sure you don't want something? You can stay 'til the morning. Do you want me to floo your father?"
Eliza blinked. Her father? She didn't have a father.
"Eliza?"
"N-no. I-I don't want h-him t-to come."
"Fine... I'll get you some dry clothes..."
-I-I-I-
"You're sure you will be all right?"
Eliza smiled at her friend.
"Yes. Thanks for the clothes. And Audrey...if anyone asks...I've never been here. You don't know where I am."
Her friend, Audrey, nodded shortly, and Eliza took a handful floo powder and threw it into the flames.
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY!"
Eliza disappeared.
I-I-I
"Miss de Mort?"
"Huh?"
Dumbledore watched her worriedly.
"Do you want to spend the night in the hospital wing? You dozed of for a
moment."
"What? Oh, no, I'm fine..." Eliza managed a smile.
"Just fine..."
I-I-I
Eliza stumbled out of the fireplace in a small room, full of portraits.
"Where did you come from?" A portrait asked.
"N-nowhere. Is Dumbledore here?"
Eliza looked around, and suddenly saw a beautiful bird.
"A Phoenix..." she whispered, and went slowly closer. The Phoenix crooked its head, and watched her curiously. Then, the bird flew over, and placed itself on her shoulder. Eliza smiled. Somehow, this bird made her feel better already.
"I see you have met Fawkes," a voice said, and Eliza jumped, startled. ThePhoenix, Fawkes, flew up at her sudden movement, but then placed himself back at her shoulder once again.
"He seems to like you."
"Sir! I did not mean..."
"Oh, it's alright. Sit down, sit down."
The man placed himself behind the desk, his eyes twinkling slightly, and Eliza sat down nervously.
"Now, to what do I owe the honor? I do not believe I have seen you among my students before, hmm?"
"I'm not a student here, sir, I'm from Beauxbatons."
"Beauxbatons? I have not heard that I would be gaining a transfer student." The man looked at her with a curious expression over his half-moon glasses, and Eliza felt herself starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. It was as the man could read her soul.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster for this school. To what do I have the honor...?"
"My name is Eliza de Mort," Eliza introduced herself. She paused.
"I'm not sure if you know who I am, but my father..."
"I know who your father is," Dumbledore said. "Please continue."
Eliza looked up, and met Dumbledore's eyes. They weren't twinkling anymore, and he now watched her gravely.
"I...I need your help, sir." Dumbledore said nothing, and Eliza took a deep breath.
"Since I was twelve, I've been sent away to a friend of my fathers...Mr.
Wilkes. He was to teach me the...errors...of my ways. To make me see...straight. To make me...grow up..in a way so my father could be proud of me. Last year at school...I gained some...inappropriate...friends...according to my father. A half-blood, as example." She paused again.
"My father was not very pleased with me. And...a little more than a week ago, he took me down to our b-basement."
Cold. Pain. Whip. Blood. So tired...
"Since I didn't seem to understand what he wanted by...telling me...h-he decided t-to...try with something else. He...he had a whip." Another pause. Eliza swallowed.
"A-and...a knife..." she started to sob. "Afterwards, he...he told me to think of my...errors. And that when I was done with school, he wanted to...introduce me to the 'right crowd.' I would no longer be a...disgrace...We would stand side by side..."
She sobbed again.
"Then he said...that...that if anyone asked about m-my...wounds, I would say that I fell down a cliff...and the next morning, he took me to the hospital. When I g-got back h-home...it was yesterday...I found him standing over m-my mother. There was so much blood."
"She told me to run...but I couldn't. I was so scared. So shocked. I didn't know what to do!"
The tears were falling furiously now.
"S-she screamed at me again...to run...to leave her there...with h-him. He was so mad."
"H-he...he killed her. He lifted his wand...and then just...two little words...and then...she wasn't moving. So still." She lifted her eyes to look at Dumbledore, but his face betrayed nothing.
"H-he told me...there had been an attack at our home. That we...me and him...weren't home. And that my mother had been killed. We...he...wasn't guilty."
She swallowed. "I said I understood. And then I stunned him. And I...ran."
She finally cried openly, not trying to stop it, not caring to stop it.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her arm, and she looked up. Dumbledore watched her through his half-moon glasses.
"I will help you, Eliza."
He suddenly reached under the table.
"This arrived, ten minutes before you did." Dumbledore gave her a paper.
Eliza took it, and read the headline.
'DEATH EATER ATTACK AT HOME IN FRANCE.
September 15, 1977.
Early this morning, there was a reported attack at a home in wizarding
France. Mr. de Mort came home to find his wife brutaly murdered on the
floor, and his daughter missing.
"She was supposed to come home from the hospital after a fall from some
cliffs at the beach. I can only pray the Death Eaters didn't got her too," Mr. de Mort says, clearly shaken.
Mr. de Mort belongs to one of the eldest and most respectable pure-blood
wizarding families in Britain, and has his roots in France. "My family cameto England from France during the thirteenth-century."
Then de Morts decidedto move back to France six years ago, as Mr. de Mort wanted his now missing daughter to attend Beauxbatons school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, like his ancestors once did.
"I am also a good friend to the Headmaster, and Beauxbatons is a beautiful place. Only the very best for my little girl. She
is..."'
Eliza put down the paper. She couldn't read on. It made her sick.
I-I-I
"Eliza? Are you sure you are alright, my dear?"
"Yes. I should go to my classes." Eliza got up from her chair. "Was there something else?"
"No, you can go." Dumbledore smiled.
When Eliza had left Dumbledore looked up at the portrait of Phineas Nigellus. He sighed.
"Oh, Phineas. The war is rising..."
"No, Dumbledore," another portrait, Armando Dippet, said. "It has been rising for a long time. It is now starting."
Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, you are right. It is starting. But it is too soon...too soon."
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