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A/N: Sorry about the lateness. I've been on holiday and blah blah blah. Next chapter up VERY soon. Promise! I don't like doing battle scenes. I've only done one or two before and I'm still not confidant with them. So I'm sorry if it sucks.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE VESSEL
Willow gulped audibly at the chaos that surrounded them. "What are we going to do now?"
She received no answer. Her fellow Scoobies looked around the school hall. This had blood bath written all over it; there was the potential for over a hundred innocent young lives to be wiped out within mere minutes. Willow had raised an excellent point:
What the hell were they going to do?
Well that was a bit of a stupid question. What do Scoobies do when placed in an impossible situation where they would most likely die or be otherwise injured? They fight of course.
Dawn started running forward taking the dagger that she always kept with her out from around her waist.
As they ran forward, Buffy moved over to Dawn and grabbed her arm. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Precisely what you think I'm doing." Dawn answered evenly. "And now I want to get back to it."
"No Dawn-"
Dawn shook her arm free from her sister. "He's my son."
"Get out of here, Dawn." Buffy tried one last time as they resumed running to the attackers.
"No way- besides they're blocking the exit." Dawn replied.
And that was it. Buffy immediately knocked out two death eaters with her bare hands, as did Faith, and Giles knocked one of the death eaters off his feet. Dawn briefly considered getting her wand out, but then realised that she was, quite frankly, crap with it and went back to the techniques that had kept her alive for the last decade.
Andrew and Xander had learnt to function as a team. Andrew was no fighter, but he was alert and had the advantage of having two eyes to see from so they would protect each other- Andrew protected Xander by warning him and taking out the occasional death eater and Xander protected Andrew in the more conventional way.
Various wizards began firing off spells, some even using two wands and firing two at a time. The only person who wasn't fighting was Snape. When he had gone to help, he'd heard Dumbledore's voice in his head telling him to wait- if they won this, then they couldn't afford to have their mole in Voldemort's camp discovered.
Willow stopped to summon all the students to her. One death eater even ended up Avada Kedavra-ing one of his own team as the intended target started zooming across the room. The young boy's schoolmate wasn't so lucky though and ended up as a small heap towards the middle of the hall: the first sacrifice on the side of good.
When all the children had all flown to her feet, she erected a shield around them.
"What's your name?" Willow asked, picking out what looked to be the oldest student.
"P-Percy Weasley." The student answered.
"You're in charge; make sure no-one steps outside the shield or they'll lose its protection." And she was gone.
Percy called after her uselessly. "B-But-"
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Meanwhile, Dumbledore was trying to 'maximise his assets'. That was not a problem with the wizards; they all had their weapons on them. The slayers from Giles' centre and the Scoobies were weaponless except for a few stakes and daggers individuals carried on them, Willow's powers and Dawn's wand with which she was not particularly gifted, bless her. Within a second, all the slayers and Scoobies were kitted out with their favoured weaponry; whether it be an axe, a sword or a crossbow.
As Faith found herself holding an exact replica of a certain dagger that she thought she'd never see again she was in two minds. The mayor had given her the original and Buffy had stabbed her with it- it had a lot of bad memories. The other half of her was thinking, no, knowing, that those Death Eaters were going to get their asses kicked.
Buffy was also holding a familiar weapon: the scythe. She didn't give it a second thought of how the weapon that was sitting in her room got into her hands; she just started hacking away, as did Xander with his sword.
Andrew was delighted with his weapon; it was a light sabre! The one weapon that he'd seen used millions of times since he was a small boy, he even had a model weapon that he'd used many times. He'd suddenly become a lot more useful and Xander made a mental note to ask Dumbledore for one to take back home for him to use everyday.
Dawn had two weapons: a small crossbow strapped to her side and short sword in her hands. Like her sister, she didn't question the weapons origin and began slicing through the Death Eaters.
The students in Willow's shield watched in amazement as their professor and the visitors to their wizarding school pulled out weapons that most of them had never seen before and actually killing the Death Eaters who didn't know how to deal with this kind of attack.
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The fight had reached a kind of level. There were very little deaths for the moment, as the Death Eaters were on the offensive. This meant that the slayers and Scoobies were keeping their distance and dodging the curses and were unable to attack. The wizards (good) were also on the defensive, but they occasionally managed to stun a death eater.
Willow had her magic, that's what was keeping her alive, but she didn't have a slayers killer instinct. That was what was preventing her from killing the humans; they were evil humans who deserved to be punished true, but still humans and she worried about how Faith in particular would react when she realised that despite the deformed masks, these so called Death Eaters were essentially human.
Dawn was also fighting without the slayer's killer instinct, but she had something just as deadly: the mother's killer instinct. These… monsters had tried to kill Harry; they'd tried to kill her son, so she was very pissed off. In this mood, she'd probably even stand a smidgen of a chance against Buffy, providing that the petite slayer was having an off day of course.
Faith ducked a flash of silvery light. She didn't know what it did, but she was sure the effects wouldn't be good. She managed to deliver a kick to a death eater's abdomen, causing him to cry out in pain and fall to the ground where another slayer from Giles' centre delicately crushed its skull.
That was really the only way the slayers could bring the death eaters numbers down; one slayer to knock them down and another to take them out. Any experienced slayer would pick up on that- the problem was, that there were only two experienced slayers; the rest weren't arriving until the next day. Buffy was trying to convey the message to as many slayers as possible and she seemed to be succeeding.
She waited until a death eater had it's back to her and then she'd swoop in silently kicking or punching him rendering him momentarily helpless so a nearby slayer could 'dispose' of him. Then she'd go back into the shadows to wait for her next victim. The whole operation only took a few seconds and the surrounding death eaters were all preoccupied with their opponents to notice her. The only hitch was that waiting for the right moment to attack could take a while, but her way was almost the only way that was working so she had to keep it up until she'd got the numbers down a bit, even if it was frustrating.
The various wizards were facing the same moral dilemma as Willow. They knew how to perform an unforgivable curse, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it. They were relying on stunning charms to fight their enemies. Charlie and Bill Weasley fought back-to-back, both glad that their parents had yet to arrive. They made a good team, being both brothers and best friends meant that they knew each other's fighting style inside out and they didn't really want the other to die. So they blocked and shot curses and warned the other when to duck.
The one advantage that the side of good had was that ninety percent of Voldemort's followers weren't particularly gifted wizards. This meant that although they were all willing to use an unforgivable curse, a lot of them didn't have the skill or power and all other curses could be blocked in some way or at least recovered from. Even those wizards that were capable of performing such a curse would take a while to 'restock' the energy used enough to perform another.
But one killing curse was enough to kill a slayer as some of the girls were finding out the hard way.
The slayer was a warrior. She wasn't supposed to have friends, which seemed harsh, but that day it would have been better if they hadn't been close. The first slayer to die was Miranda Jones. She'd only been discovered about six months ago; she wasn't prepared to fight in any battle let alone a magical one. Most of the surrounding slayers were more seasoned and carried on fighting, all the more determined to win and get revenge the waste of a life. But not all of them.
The second death was Fiona Morris, another relatively new slayer and Miranda's best friend who was killed as she wept over her friend's lifeless body.
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Dawn had lost her sword. One of the death eaters had cursed her and she'd lifted it to deflect the spell, but the force of it had shattered the blade. The crossbow had taken to long to reload each time, so she was once again relying on her fists. Punch, kick, duck, kick, punch, punch. Which was all well and good, until someone tried to attack her from behind.
Snape decided that this was the time to intervene and summoned the Death Eaters wand. When he realised what had happened, the death eater turned and locked eyes with Snape. Surprise registered across his face, he gasped and opened his mouth.
'This is it.' Snape thought. 'My cover's blown and now they'll kill me.'
But no noise came. A stream of blood was seeping out through the mask. A second later, the death eater fell forward, a crossbow bolt sticking out the back of his head, and revealed Dawn standing behind him, her crossbow still raised.
She nodded at the professor and smiled slightly before launching back, knocking a death eater unconscious with the back of the bow and cracking another's jaw.
She continued like that until she was hit with a curse she didn't recognise and skidded across the floor, winded.
Harry watched as his mother was knocked to the floor. 'Get up, Dawn, get up!' He pleaded mentally. She appeared to have had the wind knocked out of her and was having trouble getting up. Harry didn't think, he just reacted and started running, leaving the shield's protection behind him.
"Harry, come back!" Percy yelled with no effect.
Harry ran across the hall dodging curses as he went. When he was a couple of metres away from her the Death Eater fired.
Harry shouted out. "No!"
Dawn rolled to the side and looked up to him. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought you were going to get killed."
"Nuh-huh; Sunnydale survival instinct. Get back to the shield."
Harry hesitated too long and one of the Death Eaters took advantage of this. He raised his wand slowly.
Dawn's heart skipped a beat as she got up and started running forward. The Death Eaters lips began to move. She dove and smashed into Harry. They both went flying to the floor and to safety.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Dawn shouted, paying no attention to the fact that they were lying in the middle of a battle field and allowing her panic to surface.
"I-I-I-"
"Save it." Dawn ordered. "You. Shield. Now. And don't lave it for anything, please. I need you to be safe." There was a note of pleading in her voice. She couldn't bear for him to get hurt, or worse.
She didn't notice the Death Eater bringing up his wand again. But someone else did.
"No-one hurts my friends." Willow growled. Highlights of white started appearing in her hair and her eyes had flecks of silver. "Conicio tergum!" She said it quietly, but there was no mistaking the raw power in her voice. The Death Eater soaring backwards and crashing through solid stone walls also did nothing to mask her power.
Harry watched the white witch with wide eyes. "Wow! She's scary when she's angry!"
Dawn laughed. "Willow's not angry! She's just a little pissed off; she gets really powerful when she's angry; her hair can go completely white! But don't think you're off the hook yet mister!"
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Harry was back in the shield, and he wasn't happy about it.
"You could have got yourself killed!" Percy lectured. "Why did you go anyway? She's only…" The prefect's eyes went wide. "It's true what they were saying isn't it; she really is Lily Potter."
Harry gave a tiny nod.
"But that's impossible! She died!"
Ron shoved his brother away angrily. "She came back, now bugger off."
Ron sat down next to his friend. "Sorry about him. But I guess every family's got to have at least one total pillock…"
Harry smiled slightly. "What if she gets herself killed Ron; I couldn't cope with that, not after…"
"After having her back again?" Ron said with surprising insight. "But how will you getting killed help? Just now, when you went out there you almost got both of you killed. Is that what you want?" He scolded gently.
Harry shook his head. "No, of course not."
"Then stay here. I bet she just wants you to be safe."
"That's what she said." Harry half agreed. "When did you get so smart?"
Ron grinned. "Maybe Hermione's starting to rub off on me. Merlin, imagine the horror!"
"I daresay there could be worse things, Mr. Weasley."
"Professor Dumbledore! Shouldn't you be-"
"Out there?" Dumbledore finished, wincing as he saw another slayer fall to the ground. "Yes well, I believe we need to reconsider our tactics. Mr. Potter, a word if you please."
He took Harry over to the far corner of the shield.
"You want to do that prophecy thing, don't you?" He stated.
"I believe so, yes."
In the middle of the fight, Dawn saw Dumbledore take Harry aside. She watched, trying to guess what he was saying.
A death eater took advantage of her distraction, summoning her crossbow to him.
"Hey!" Dawn protested, yanked out of her dreaming.
The death eater tossed her weapon away, too far out of her reach for her to fetch.
Dawn panicked. She was totally weaponless. Well, not totally, she still had her wand but she couldn't use that to save her life, which ironically it could do. An idea struck her suddenly and she pulled out her wand, hoping that it would work for her. "You're making me do something I really didn't want to have to resort to…Wingardium Leviosa!"
It had the same effect as on the feather and the death eater rose up and zoomed backwards. He smashed into a wall causing a crack to run up the stone. Inspired by this success, she Wingardium-ed several other death eaters into various objects around the hall until she was forcefully summoned over to the shield.
She realised that Buffy, Harry and Dumbledore were standing next to where she had been dropped and she immediately knew what the headmaster was planning. "Uh-huh. No way."
"Miss Summers-"
"No! I'm not putting him out there."
"Dawnie, calm down." Buffy ordered.
"Calm down? Calm Down!"
"Yes! At least listen to what he's got to say, this could make the difference between us winning and losing. My girls are dying out there…soon there won't be anything left for us to save."
Dawn scowled but offered no protest.
"Thank you. I simply called you here to ask if any of you had any ideas on how the prophecy would work if we were to use it." Dumbledore said.
"I thought you knew." Dawn replied.
"Heavens no! Whatever did I say to give you that idea?"
Dawn thought back. "Well, nothing, but you know everything!"
"I'm flattered Miss Summers, but no-one could know everything."
"Yeah, great, very useful; but there's a great friggin' apocalypse to deal with here, people." Buffy said, hands-on-hips and tapping her toe.
Harry grinned despite the situation. He liked Dawn's sister with her straight forward attitude.
"Quite right. The way I see it is we have a slayer, a wizards and a key/ vessel which somehow work together…but I don't really know how."
An idea began forming in Dawn's head. "Well, what if-"
She was cut off by screaming, more so than what had been going on for the last hour or so.
"What the…" Buffy began as someone or something entered the hall, causing all the death eaters to pull back so they flanked him on either side.
"Voldemort." Dumbledore hissed.
All eyes were on the robed figure that had just entered the hall. No-one moved or attacked, they just watched.
"Oh my God." Buffy whispered.
"What?"
"He's a vampire."
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Someone always had to make the first move. They couldn't just stand there forever. Faith had been the one to take the plunge and now she was unconscious at the side of the hall. The slayers who had replaced her attacking Voldemort weren't as lucky. Now they were empty shells lying on the floor, their souls hopefully in some other place, a better place.
"I've got to help!" Buffy started forward.
Dawn tried to hold her back. "No Buffy! You'll lose for sure!"
"He appears to be both a wizard and a vampire." Dumbledore mused. "He should have lost the wizarding power when he was turned…"
"So we need a wizard and a slayer to defeat him?" Harry asked.
The idea that had started forming in Dawn's head was now fully formed, but she couldn't tell Harry and Buffy about it yet. "Or maybe a team with both a wizard and a slayer in it?"
Dumbledore thought the idea over and nodded. "Quite possibly."
"Dawn, what's got into you? You were dead set against this a minute ago." Buffy questioned.
"It's our only chance." Something in her gut was telling her that Harry would be alright.
Harry summoned up all his courage. "I think we should do it."
"It's our only chance." Dawn repeated.
Buffy nodded reluctantly. It really was the only option at the moment.
The trio approached where Voldemort was standing. They were nearly standing opposite him, when everything froze. That is, everything except Dawn.
"What?" She said confused.
"You're ready to hear it now." A voice said from behind her.
"Tara? What are you doing here?"
"Telling you what to do, of course. Did you honestly think the powers could afford for you to lose? They've got about six or seven champions in this room!"
Dawn nodded. "I think I know what I have to do."
"You do. But you don't know how yet. You know that you're still the vessel and always will be, but you don't know how to use that to your advantage. Here." Tara waved her arm and two gold rings appeared in front of Dawn.
Dawn raised an eyebrow. "What are these for? Am I going to marry him to death?"
Tara giggled. "No; put one on each hand. The spell will activate when you take Buffy and Harry's hand, but you have to do it at the same time and don't let go until you're glowing really brightly, got it?"
"Got it."
"Good luck, Dawnie."
And she was back.
Voldemort saw them and stepped forward. "Well, aren't we just the happy family. I heard that you were back."
"I've been back for years. You're pretty dumb for a so called evil genius." Dawn refused to let him hear the tremor in her voice.
Buffy knew what she was doing- false bravado to try to show the enemy that they weren't afraid of them; she'd done it herself many a time. And she was going to do it now. "He's not the sharpest stake in the drawer."
"You will pay for your insolence." Voldemort hissed.
"Oooh, check out the bad-arse!" Dawn taunted, just about managing to keep her voice steady.
"Bad-arse? It's badass Dawn, you're American- start talking like it!"
Dawn turned to Buffy, suddenly serious. "Look after him."
"What? Dawn-"
Dawn quickly grasped the other two members of the Trojka's hands. At first nothing happened, but then it all came rushing in at once.
So much power all pouring into her body. She gasped at the burning sensation that filled her, it turned into a scream as the wizarding and slayer magic invaded her body but she didn't let go of their hands.
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Well, I think I'm going to end it there…. Nah, just kidding! He he he, I'm not that mean (well not today anyway!). Let them read on! Or eat cake, whichever works best for you.
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Peter Pettigrew was a coward. He was the first to admit it, but that's why when he saw the girl begin to glow he transformed into his animagi form and exited he hall as fast as he could. Whenever anything began to glow, that was a sure sign that something big was going to happen. And he didn't want to be there when it did.
He got a long way from the hall, but not far enough.
Sirius had been sleeping when the fight had begun, but a weird brunette girl had come in his dreams and told him something was wrong. He'd woken up and remembered that everyone was in the great hall eating. He'd turned into the big black dog and hurried there.
But on the way he'd smelt something familiar- Peter.
He'd pounced on the rat and rolled the creature onto his back with one paw, growling all the time. The rat then turned into a bigger, more human rat that lay between Sirius' front paws, his eyes full of fear.
"Sirius, Padfoot, old friend, have mercy." Pettigrew begged shamelessly.
Dog-Sirius' eyes were filled with hatred. He knew that he wouldn't regret it if he were to kill the snivelling rat.
He lunged forward and ripped at his throat with his sharp teeth. He was dead in an instant.
Sirius turned back into his human form and looked down at his former friend. Why was a death eater here in the school? If there was one, there must be more…
He set off to the great hall at a run.
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"Dawn! Dawn!"
She dimly heard Buffy calling her, but she couldn't do anything about it. She felt her feet lift off the ground an inch or so and opened her eyes which she had squeezed shut. There was a golden haze all around her; she was glowing so brightly that it almost blinded her, so she dropped hands as she rose about a foot into the air.
She was always the vessel; first for the key, and now for the power that would, hopefully, kill Voldemort. Everything seemed to settle briefly, but then a golden beam shot from her chest accompanied by a scream.
Buffy watched as her sister began to glow and levitate. It reminded her of Spike and the amulet. She stepped back, blinded by the light, but was able to keep watching at the golden beam blasted Voldemort square in the chest.
He began to sizzle and smoke. He screamed, much louder than Dawn had, and burst into flames. Was that it? It couldn't be over just like that, could it?
The golden haze vanished in the blink of an eye and Dawn fell to the ground, deathly still and her eyes closed.
The death eaters had began to vanish when Dawn had started glowing. Now they were fleeing the hall in the hope of saving their pathetic lives.
Buffy and the slayers and wizards let them go. Half of them were focused on the pile of ash on the floor while the other half stared at Dawn's body sadly.
The ash was still smoking. It shouldn't be smoking; they never smoked, just 'poofed'. What's more, the smoke was deep blue and it wasn't just rising. It was forming some sort of cloud, a human shaped cloud.
When the cloud was complete it solidified. Voldemort was back, but he didn't stay for long.
When he realised what had happened, he reached into his robe- touching some kind of port key and vanished.
A murmur arose from those watching, but all those who could explain it were focused on something else and hadn't even noticed Voldemort rising from the dead.
Buffy had fallen to her knees as the rest of the Scoobies approached. Harry just stood there staring at Dawn…had she always been that small? He'd never noticed the red flicks in her hair either.
Xander also stared at Dawn, taking in every minute detail. He gasped and ran over. Rolling her onto her back, he touched her neck.
"She's alive!"
Buffy looked up. "What?"
"I can feel a pulse!" Xander exclaimed joyfully.
As if on cue Dawn stirred, opening her eyes. Xander helped her to sit up as Buffy threw her arms around her sister.
"Buff. Need. Air."
Buffy released her sister. "Sorry; I thought you were dead, we all did."
Dawn grinned wearily. "Takes more than a little apocalypse to kill a Summers girl, right?"
Buffy hugged her again, but more gently this time. "Never, ever do that again."
"Wasn't planning on it."
Buffy released Dawn, but she was quickly replaced by Harry. He hugged her for a long moment, but then pulled back embarrassed.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Thank God! What happened to Voldemort?"
"You dusted him." Buffy told her.
Dumbledore stepped forward. "I'm afraid that it wasn't permanent. Whilst we were otherwise occupied, Voldemort seemed to rise. He was weakened almost as much as…before, but he still rose."
Buffy frowned. "I didn't feel a vampire rise."
"To me he felt human." One of the slayers volunteered and several others agreed with her.
"But he didn't look it." Another slayer said. "He looked more like one of those elf things."
Buffy's frown deepened. "But how…Oh no, could it have been the shanshu?"
"But I thought Angel-" Willow started.
"No, just a vampire with a soul; I think Angel thought it was Spike, but I guess he was wrong…"
"Let's not worry about it now. He's weak, right?" Dumbledore nodded. "He won't be able to gather his followers for years; we can worry about it later." Xander suggested.
Buffy nodded in agreement. "Sounds good. I'm exhausted."
"Well I did pull half of your and Harry's energy." Dawn said sheepishly, getting to her feet.
Willow gasped as did several others. "Dawn you've shrunk!"
Dawn looked down at the robe which covered her normal clothes. It was bunched up on the floor and the arms were too long. Not only that but her shoes felt two sizes too big and she was only about an inch taller than Buffy.
"And your hair!" Xander exclaimed.
"What about my hair?" Dawn asked panicked.
"It's got red bits!" Andrew clarified.
"What? How? Why?"
It was at that moment Sirius entered and looked around at the carnage. "What the hell happened?" He whispered. Then he saw Dawn. "Lily?"
"I told you, It's Dawn!" She corrected with an anxious glace to Harry to see how he reacted, but he appeared not to notice.
"You look like her…your height, your hair…"
Dawn threw up her arms in exasperation. "What in Merlin's name is going on?"
"I believe I can explain!" Dumbledore offered. "But first I believe we should see about medical attention. Rest assured, it's nothing dangerous, but it will keep until after everyone is seen to."
Dawn nodded reluctantly and several people made their way to the hospital wing. She looked around the hall. The floor was littered with bodies and blood. She shuddered, but she wasn't ready to deal with that yet.
She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and followed the rest out, leaving the destruction behind them.
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I know, I know; battles are meant to have consequences, but I can't bear to kill anyone off! Unrealistic, maybe; but hey, it's my story!
P.S: I've never heard the full shanshu, so if it specifies a good guy getting prophesized then please assume that it is AU- it just says that the vampire with a soul shall rise again.