Time line: Set one year after "Chosen", a summer after "Angel" season five and in "Harry Potters" 6th year.

Spoilers: "Half Blood Prince."

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Buffy verse or Harry Potter land. The poem is by an unknown poet and it is called "Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself."

A/N: please be nice this is my first fic. And just give the story a chance before ditching and if you really hate it please tell me!

Thanks pain cookies xxx

Loyalty

Loyalty is about trust, what if not to trust? What if we were consumed in a void of suspicion and worry? Would we die inside? Or would we live, forever?

Prologue

Down deep below the earth, in the darkest filthiest pit there was a cracked and blood stained coffin.

Ghostly white fingers scrapped against the closed lid and short breaths where coming from the small scandalized figure. Tears streamed down the little girls face and her long blond her stuck to her pale cheeks.

"HELP ME PLEASE! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS PLEASE LET ME OUT I'M GOING TO DIE I DON'T WANT TO DIE," the girl managed to scream out in-between sobs.

The darkness was starting to close in, whilst a scream of emptiness filled her, slithering into every pore of her body. Her breathing was cut off in a harsh, wheezing, choke.

Above in the dark woods, where trees surrounded you and knurled branches tried to snatch you away into the horror filled undergrowth, Ray Malfoy stood. His pale blond hair flopped into his face and his silver grey eyes were fixated upon the newly turned soil.

"She's dead," he stated.

"Are you sure?" Asked Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy.

"Of course I'm sure!" Ray replied hotly. Draco flinched at the accusing tone of his elder brother's voice.

"Now if you're quite done being a moron we need to get this cleaned up,"Ray said, indicating the various herbs and spell books.

"Do you think it will work?"

"All in good time dragon, all in good time."

Mean while, in a little village called Wacton, Lavender Brown looked around with fear drenched eyes. A women screaming and crying ran past her, tripping in her haste to get away from the riot steadily making there way towards them.

Fire lit up the night sky coating the moon in red. Smoke furled out of every smashed window, sendingforeboding shadows across the mores. Bodies scattered the ground, some were crying out in pain while others lay still, and dead.

Lavender watched the mayhem unfold; she could tell they were coming near her. Their laughter rang out like broken bells. But still she did not move, instead turned her head up to the starry sky knowing, that they would paint the town red for weeks, after this.

Villagers scurry like ants at
the howl of the chimera
and the griffon's call.
Nowhere to hide from the hydra,
the centaur, or the dragon.
Man-eaters one and all.

One man alone will stand his ground
and, like a mountain,
bars the way.
The stance, the face, the attitude.
All say he fears nothing but fear.We visited his grave today.