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SPOILER WARNING: The summary now says there are HBP spoilers. Happy?

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Ambs: Sorry, Buffy will not be throwing Snape to the wolves. The wolf can come and get him without help, thank you very much.

rcaqua updated Once Upon a Time! Yay!

And so we begin.

Harry Potter was annoyed. He and Ronald Weasley were sitting in an office in a muggle building in bloody America, meeting with a muggle to see if he had had contact with a friend of theirs. The muggle, Joss Whedon, had probably not guessed four real spells and one possible spell. In fact, it was so unlikely the odds would say it was impossible.

So here they sat, waiting for a late muggle, in an office that smelled to much like the Dungeons back at Hogwarts.

They had gotten in as British ambassadors sent directly by the Muggle Prime Minister of Britain, who, it seemed, would do anything to get the two wizards out of his office. They had taken a portkey into a train station in California, and had gone directly to the building they were in now.

Harry was about to summon a muggle chess set when in came the muggle they were there to meet.

Joss Whedon moved around the desk, sat down and faced the two wizards.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. What can I do for you?"

"We were wondering what you could tell us about the scripts to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, particularly about the last episode."

At this, Whedon's face blanched. Ron noticed this, pulled out his wand and said "Veritassus." Whedon's eye's glazed over, then quickly were back to normal.

"Well, we don't really know much about the scripts. They appear on the scriptwriter's desk, along with a couple of pictures. We don't have any idea who they come from. Whenever there is someone new, a file appears with the actor to get to play the person, as well as pictures of makeup and such stuff."

"So, you're telling us that the scripts magically appear on a desk, and noone knows where they come from?" Harry asked, confused.

"That is correct."

"Are you sure that NOONE knows where they come from?"

"Absolutely noone has any idea. The security system doesn't see anyone. One second they're not there, the next, they are."

"That is unfortunate. Thank you for your time, Mr. Whedon." Harry pulled out his wand, pointed it at Joss Whedon's head, and said "Obliviate."

Whedon's pupils dilated, and Harry and Ron walked out of the room.

"That was not very helpful" said Ron.

"On the contrary, my friend. Its very helpful. We know whoever is creating them can be invisible."

Every single person in the Hyperion felt the explosion. It rocked the very foundations of the building. Yet, there seemed to be no damage done to the building, or to any furniture, or anything.

Except for the two crumpling forms who had been at the centre of it. Immediately, Willow rushed forwards to see what had happened to Buffy. She felt for a pulse, and was amazed when she found one.

"Guys! She's alive!" She exclaimed.

Everyone but Drake looked extremely relieved. Drake, however, merely nodded, and proceeded to move towards the other newly fallen body. Crouching down, he pulled of the mask, and felt the pulse of Severus Snape.

Once he found one, he quickly clapped his hands, and a pair of handcuffs appeared. He bound Snape's hands, then searched for his wand. Finding it, he snapped it in two, then four, then eight, and whistled a soft tune. The pieces of wood burst into flame, and were totally gone in less than a second.

Then he heard Xander's worried voice. "Um, I don't know about you guys, but I think her wand is gone."

Drake spun around, and moved to Buffy's limp body. There was definitely no wand in either of her hands, and it wasn't anywhere close to her. Standing up, Drake looked around the room, thinking it might have been blasted out of her hands. He did not, however, see it.

Deciding he'd deal with that later, he crouched back over Buffy. He placed one hand on her head, and another in the centre of her chest.

He muttered to himself the things to check. "Smooth breathing, check. Steady heartbeat, check. Normal body temperature, check." Then he pulled out something that, to Andrew, looked very much like a tricorder. Waving it over her body, he looked at the small screen.

"It looks like she's in a coma." He said.

"Well? Isn't there something you can do?" Asked Giles, frantically, worried his slayer wouldn't wake up.

"Sorry, for all that I could do, I cannot bring her out of a coma. She'll have to come out naturally."

"Should we move her?" Willow asked.

"Yes. Hold on for a sec." He moved over to where his ship was sitting, invisible. He had fixed the ceiling and had shrunk the ship so that, while the space inside was the same, the space it took up on the outside was much smaller.

Drake reached up the ship's ramp, and unhooked a stretcher from where it was hooked on the side of the ship. He took it out, and brought it over to Buffy. Willow, Xander, Giles, and a surprisingly silent Dawn helped lift Buffy onto the stretcher, which was floating two feet above the ground.

As they placed Buffy gently onto the stretcher, her right arm flopped down. Willow let out a soft gasp, and pointed to Buffy's wrist. Looking down to where Willow was pointing, everyone saw something very surprising.

On her right wrist, where the butt end of her wand had touched, was a scar. It was shaped like a lightning bolt.

A/N: Well, here is chapter seven on or chapter 6 on be a good citizen of the human race, and REVIEW!

Also, look at my new fic, Heir of Who, a Faith-centeric fic.

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-TSL210