Title: Bound by Loyalty

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Harry Potter- Pretty much books 1-4.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer- Seasons 1-5 and some of season 6.

Pairings: Buffy/Sirius Black, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione

Summary: Buffy gets a letter inviting her to help teach at Hogwarts. Dumbledore tells her about the fight with Voldemort, and she agrees to help protect Harry Potter. While there, she learns things about herself that she never knew, and she finds a way to live. Meanwhile, Sirius Black can't stop thinking about the blonde Slayer that has suddenly invaded his life.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Buffy goes to Whedon, and Harry and everybody in the

Potter-verse go to Rowling. If you don't recognize anyone, they're probably mine. I do own the plot, though. Don't sue. Please.

Author's Note: I am sooo sorry that this is late. I have been so busy, it's not funny. I'll try to update faster, but I'm not promising anything. Thanks to Hollow Nightmare, zayra, SiriusEarendil, cancan227, kitty minky, and Celtic Babe/Elven Bride for reviewing.

Hollow Nightmare- I hate writing life stories. It's like reading a bunch of stuff I already know. I have no clue how long this will be. I'm barely half a chapter ahead! Anyway, thanks for reading.

SiriusEarendil- I agree. Sirius and Buffy are so right for each other. Here's your update. And thanks for reviewing.

Cancan227- Sometimes people think odd things when they feel bad or disappointed about something.

Kitty minky- I love it when people leave long reviews. Thanks a whole bunch. You gave me something to read. I liked writing about Sirius and Snape bonding over pancakes, and I love that Buffy is the instigator. She's practically forcing them to speak to each other. Here's another chapter. Hopefully you won't have to wait so long next time.

Celtic Babe/Elven Bride- I agree. I hate reading stories where people meet, and they get together, and everything is perfect after that. I like angst. Sorry to tell you, but there will be more tension in this story, and there will be 'They're together, they're not together, what's going on?' in this story. It'll be like Ross and Rachel, except not so… Ross and Rachel like. You've never tried chocolate pancakes?!? Why not?!? Go and try them right now. I demand that you do it. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Buffy flies, Sirius gets confused, Voldemort contemplates, and a door opens…

………………Chapter Eleven: The Little Boy That Was……………….

'When I see, what's inside

When I see, what you hide

Reminds me of a darker place

Reminds me of a useless waste

Rage and anger, Thoughtless hate

Rage and anger, can't see straight.'

- Silent Rage "Author Unknown"

"Okay, first I'll explain the way it works," Harry told Buffy as soon as the Gryffindor Quidditch team got together. "There are three Chasers, two Beaters, a Keeper, and a Seeker. The Chasers, Katie and Angelina, try to score points by putting this ball, called a quaffle, into those goal posts. The Beaters, Fred and George, hit the bludgers," Harry pointed to two balls straining against the bands of leather holding them down, "and try to keep them from hitting the other players. The Keeper, who is Ron, watches over the goal posts to make sure the other team doesn't get a point. And the Seeker, who is me, tries to catch the golden Snitch," he held up a tiny gold ball with wings. Buffy looked at it, fascinated. "They're worth a hundred and fifty points. Whoever catches it usually wins."

Buffy looked at the broomsticks, then the air, then the broomsticks again. Shaking her head doubtfully, she turned to Harry. "Can you really fly?" She asked dubiously. In answer, a Chaser named Katie Bell straddled her broomstick and rose in the air. Buffy's mouth dropped open as Katie flew around the pitch. "Can I try it? Can I, can I, can I?"

Chuckling, Harry nodded and one of the twins handed her a broom. "This is the Nimbus 2000," he said. "Place it on the ground, hold your hand above it and say 'up'," Harry explained. Putting the broom carefully on the ground, Buffy put her hand above it and half-whispered "Up." Nothing happened. Glaring at it, she looked at Harry and Sirius helplessly.

"That wasn't very commanding, Buffy. Show it who's boss. Make it come up to you," Sirius encouraged, watching as she tried it again and the broom flew into her hand with enough force to make her stumble. He smiled proudly, before dropping it when he thought about how he shouldn't feel proud of her for accomplishing this small feat. She fancied Snape. Not him. 'Get over her, Black,' he reprimanded himself. 'You've met lots of women before. She's no different.'

'Ah, but she is,' a voice in the back of his head told him. 'Why else would you be thinking about her so much?'

'I don't know. She's a Slayer, and I'm fascinated bye her. That's all,' he mentally replied.

'You were thinking about her a lot even before you knew she was a Slayer. Admit it, you have a full-blown crush on her. And why no? She's gorgeous, funny, nice, strong, confident, easy-going, smart, everything you're looking for.'

'She likes Snape! So shut up!' Sirius mentally yelled, then flushed. He felt stupid, arguing with himself. He brought his attention back to a happily smiling Buffy.

"I did it! I actually did it! Did you see me, Sirius? I made it come up to me," she proclaimed excitedly.

Sirius swallowed a lump in his throat that shouldn't have been there. "Yeah, Buffy, I saw you. You did really well."

She beamed at him, happy he approved. Sirius stared at her long after she had looked away. Shaking his head clear of thoughts about how adorable she looked in all white, how sexy her bare shoulders were, and how with her flushed face and dancing eyes she looked like a teenager, he returned his attention to Harry, who was explaining how to get on the broom and make it stay.

"First you swing your leg over the broom and sit in the middle," he said, demonstrating. "Make sure you're centered so the broom doesn't get unbalanced and throw you off." Buffy did as she was told. "Okay, good. Next you lightly push off from the ground. But be careful not to push to hard. You'll go flying into the air. Lightly, lightly…"

Buffy barely pushed on the ground, but combined with her Slayer strength and the brooms natural eagerness to fly, it was enough to have her floating. She could feel her eyes widen. Buffy had the sensation of unreality. She looked over at Sirius, who had the cutest grin on his face. As their eyes locked, something happened. An electrical charge zinged through them. Heat coursed through her body, starting at her toes. Disappointment replaced that heat as Sirius looked away, seemingly unaffected by the connection she felt. Ignoring her feelings, she turned back to Harry.

"Great," he was saying. "Now, its up to you and the broom. Just tilt forward and urge it up. It will go whatever way you make it. Go on, give it a try," Harry encouraged. Buffy looked at the broom, the sky, then the rest of the crowd. They were nodding enthusiastically. Shrugging, Buffy urged the broom up, gasping when it immediately responded.

Going higher and higher, Buffy stopped when she was about 60 feet in the air. Looking down, she saw that Sirius and Harry were both waving like maniacs. She waved back before returning to her broom. Going slowly at first, she started circling the Quidditch Pitch, before gaining speed. Soon she was flying the broom as fast as it could go, doing loops and tricks she had seen in the Japanese anime Kiki's Delivery Service. Since she was a little girl, she had always wanted to fly. Pausing, she closed her eyes to savor the feeling of freedom. This was the best she had felt in a long time.

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Hiding behind a goal post, Draco watched Professor Summers zoom around the Pitch. 'Not bad,'

he thought to himself. 'For a muggle.' The last part was thought without any anger or malice. Everybody thought that Draco hated muggles, even though that wasn't true. He could tolerate them, but he didn't hate them. And even though Summers was friends with Black and Potter, he didn't hate her or dislike her. In fact, he liked her.

She was a good teacher. Nice, but not in a cheesy way. She didn't automatically hat all Slytherins, like a lot of the teachers. Summers treated them all the same. Except for when she was mad. He smirked, remembering an incident the third day of school.

Draco entered the DADA classroom with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson on his heels. Grabbing a seat in the back, he sneered at the Gryffindors, because that was what he was expected to do, whiled Crabbe and Goyle sat beside him. Parkinson sat in front of him next to Zabini and some other Slytherin. On the Gryffindor side, Potter, Weasley, and Granger sat in the middle, and Longbottom sat at the table that was next to Parkinson's.

When everyone was seated, Black stood form his desk next to Summers' desk and began class. For the first half Black taught, then the second half Summers taught. Things had unexpectedly been going well. That is until Summers asked them if they knew how to kill Vampires. Longbottom was the first to raise his hand, followed by Granger. Summers called on Longbottom.

"A piece of wood through the heart, sunlight, decapitation, and holy water," he answered without stuttering.

"Perfect! Ten points to Gryffindor. Great job, Neville," Summers beamed at him, and Longbottom smiled. That's what Buffy Summers did, Draco had then realized. She makes people happy by complimenting them on a good homework assignment, or what they were wearing, or a right answer. She acted like she generally cared about the students and what they had to say.

So they was Longbottom, a silly smile on his face. And of course Pansy had to wipe that smile off his face. Draco had frowned, knowing something was coming. And something did.

"Wow, idiot boy actually got something right. I'm shocked," she had muttered loud enough for the students but not the teachers to hear. Longbottoms smile had gone and his face fell. He looked like someone had kicked his toad. The Slytherins snickered, and the Gryffindors glared. Black didn't notice, but somehow Summers heard.

Stopping mid-sentence, she drew herself to her unimpressive height of 5'3". Draco had the impression of strength. However, her height went unnoticed. The force of her glare was enough to send shivers down even old Voldemorts evil back. None of it matched the steel in her voice.

"Do you have something to say, Miss Parkinson?" Pansy shook her head. "I seem to think you do. 20 points from Slytherin for Miss Parkinson's rudeness, and you have detention with me tonight. I will not, ever, allow put-downs in my classroom. If I hear any of you say a mean word about someone else here, the consequences won't be to your liking. Is that understood?" She asked, icily addressing the class. They all nodded. Draco smirked. This would be fun. Serves Parkinson though.

After that, no one had said a nasty thing. It was great watching Pansy squirm whenever Summers even looked at her. He could tell that Black enjoyed it also.

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"Okay, for this to work, I need you to listen to whatever I say. Understand?" Buffy asked Sirius later that night. He had approached her after dinner in the Great Hall, and he had asked her if he could go Slaying with her. Buffy had been wary at first, but then she agreed. Arranging a time to meet at the front entrance, she decided on 10:30, then they went their separate ways. Getting to her room, she had meditated before changing. When it was time to meet Sirius, she slowly picked her way to the front entrance. Buffy was amused when she way what her was wearing. Black jeans, a black turtleneck, and a black robe. She glanced at her own outfit. Blue jeans, a pink long sleeved shirt, and a pink leather jacket. She was also wearing 2 inch heeled boots that were pink.

Sirius had looked her up and down, arched a brow, and asked "Shouldn't we be wearing darker clothing? That'll attract the Vampires, won't it?"

"No, I shouldn't be wearing clothes. Uh, I mean dark clothes. These are comfortable. Besides, we want to attract the vamps. We're trying to kill them, remember?" Sirius nodded, understanding. Now they were at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"There might not be any vamps out. But either way, I want you to stay behind me and don't jump into a fight unless I desperately need help. Got it?" Buffy asked.

"Yes," Sirius replied before following her in. Two hours and four vamps later, they were ready to call it a night. On their way back, Sirius entertained them by telling funny stories of his Hogwarts days. Pretty soon Buffy was laughing.

"So Snape actually said that? What a moron!"

"Yeah. At least I don't fancy him," Sirius shot back, then closed his mouth, not meaning to say that. Buffy stopped smiling.

"You mean someone has a crush on Snape? Oh, who is it? Is it Minerva? Wait, that would be gross. She's like, double his age. What about Pomphrey? How old is she anyway? Does she-" Sirius cut her off.

"No, Minerva and Poppy don't fancy Snape." Sirius was confused. Shouldn't she be embarrassed at being caught fancying someone? "Aren't you mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad? Just- oh. Oh! You like Snape? Not that I think there's anything wrong with that. But I thought you guys hated-" She was once again cut off by Sirius, who was wide eyed and emphatically shaking his head.

"Me? Like Snape? Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. There are so many things wrong with that. I thought you fancied Snape."

"Me? You thought I did? No! Snape is nice and all. Well, not exactly nice. But he's not bad-looking, and he's not as horrible as everyone thinks. But he's more my friend than- than person-I-fancy."

"Oh. Okay."

"Why did you think I liked Snape?" Buffy asked, curious.

"Oh, you were hanging around him and talking to him so much I thought you liked him." Sirius felt a huge relief and the tension left his body. As Buffy started walking back to the edge of the forest, something she had said popped into his mind. Jogging to catch up, he called to her retreating back. "You think Snape is good-looking?"

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In a dark mansion, a fire crackled and the flames threw dancing light on the features of a man. His eyes were black slits, dark and menacing. If eyes were the windows to the soul, they would show his soul to be dark and overcome by evil.

Sitting in a chair that could be appropriately called a throne, this man was the king of this home and of the people residing in it. It was hoped that he would soon become the ruler of the world, all muggles an extinct species. If things went his way, muggles and mud bloods would be things of the past, children reading about them in history and hearing about them in scary bedtime stories.

Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord and all around bad guy, stared into the flames. The cruel flames that heated the stone room, but did nothing to quell the chill that permanently resided where his heard used to be. When he was a child by the name of Tom Riddle. Eleven years old and first entering the school Hogwarts. He used to be naïve, happy, loving, a good guy. Stupid. He was different now. Better, stronger.

A sniveling servant knocked on the open door to his room. "Come in," Voldemort hissed. The servant came in quickly, set a tray of food on the stone table, bowed and practically fled from the room. The Dark Lord smiled a cruel smile. Fear. Such a fickle thing. Fear is what mortals felt. Muggles and mud bloods. Fear was beneath him. He feared nothing. Not even the "noble" Dumbledore, or the boy-who-just-won't-die, Harry Potter.

Seating himself on the stone chair at the stone table in the stone room, Voldemort began eating his food that tasted like stone to him. Briefly he imagined what it was like at Hogwarts. Ahh… what a feast. The little boy that used to be Tom Riddle begged him to come back, to stop being evil. Voldemort stomped on him like he was a bug, then growled and angrily threw his goblet at the wall, the glass shattering. He wasn't that boy anymore. H wouldn't stand for being that boy. The victim. No more was he the victim. He had plans. Many plans.

Satisfied, the Dark Lord sat down and began one of those plans. He ate.

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On Monday after dinner and an uneventful day of classes, there was a staff meeting. When Buffy entered the room, late as usual, she smiled at Dumbledore and sat next to Sirius. Then she stiffened. There was a demon in the vicinity. It felt familiar. Almost as if… no.

It couldn't be. Could it? Buffy stood up and faced the doorway in a fighters stance. The staff looked at her, surprised. Dumbledore smiled. Buffy didn't have time to think about that, because at that moment the door creaked open…

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Well, there it is. Read and review, please. Sorry again that it is so late.

-DevilsTears