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: So yeah. Long time no see, huh? Hmm… sorry? Well, thanks to zayra, smurfinator, vixen519, General Mac, The Dragon's Lady (triple time), aeslynn (double time), kitty minky, Jacey925, anne (also double time), Swishy Willow Wand, and IceBlueRose for updating.

Zayra- Yeah, I love Oz. Not too many stories bring him in and have the Buffy/Oz interaction.

Smurfinator- yeah, Oz is great. Awesome.

Vixen519- Oh, this is a Ginny/Harry fic, but it seems little Ginny has a crush on Snape.

General Mac- another chapter.

The Dragon's Lady- 3 updates! Yay! Everybody uses Moldywart. Could you tell me the name of any Buffy/Sirius stories? I can only find like two. Thanks for the compliment. Okay, you bugged me so much about the B/S action. This chappy is dedicated to you.

Aeslynn- Yeah, thanks. I know what you mean. My clock is fast because I'm always late to school, and I'm usually late to Biology. Evil teacher. She hates me. Thanks for reviewing

Kitty minky- Oooh, the castle has to be huge. Mmm, lots of yummy elves. Yeah, I love chocolate. Goooood.

Jacey925- Yeah, I was being bitchy that day. Thanks for the lovely review.

Anne- vanilla is okay if it has good caramel syrup and yummy dippings.

Swishy Willow Wand- love the name. Yes, Ginny likes Snape. Have you never had a crush on a teacher?

IceBlueRose- thanks a bunch. I love angst stories. Thrive on them. Sometimes I'll say, "I'm gonna write only one chapter", and then I end up writing four. It gets away from me.

Well, I just wanna thank you again for reviewing. And an extra thank you to kitty minky. She's my beta, actually she's more like a co-author because of all the nifty things she added in. So thank you.

Oh, yeah. This is chapter 14 is the same as the other chapter 14, just some things are changed a bit and some things added in. No biggie if you read the other one and don't want to read this one.

------------Chapter Fourteen: Spooky Houses and Kisses Best Forgotten-------------

'Am I in heaven? did I die?

No, the dream as good as it is,

He came over to me and gave me a kiss.'

-Sara "Amazing Dream"

Sept. 25

Four days after Remus and Oz showed up, Buffy went patrolling again. This time she went alone, since she hadn't seen Sirius much in the last few days. She pretended she didn't care, that she didn't feel a little pang whenever she saw him in class. Sighing, she pushed him out of her mind and entered the Forbidden Forest.

Maybe he didn't like her, she mused. Maybe he had a girlfriend already… Maybe he just didn't want on right now… Maybe he thought she was so disgusting, and that she was fat, and she ate too much food, and maybe he hated the way she dressed!

Groaning, Buffy stopped and slapped her head.

"Stop thinking about him! It'll drive you nuts! Think about patrol, vampires, evil things, not Si-" a branch snapped behind her.

Whirling around, she sighed in relief and annoyance.

"What are you doing out here? Students aren't allowed in the Forbidden Forest, plus it's after 11. I should probably bring you back, huh?" Buffy stepped towards the student, and then stopped when she saw the malicious smile on their face. Eyes narrowing, she turned her head, but it was too late. Something banged into the side of her head, and her world grew hazy. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the shoes of the student
approaching her, then total darkness.

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Groan.

Hiss of pain.

Opening her eyes, Buffy quickly shut them, as the glare of the lights was too much for her eyes. Cracking them open into slits, she let her eyes adjust to the unaccustomed brightness before widening them. She did this until she could fully open them without wincing in pain.

Looking around, Buffy's clouded brain wondered where she was and how she got there. Rubbing an aching head, she tried to remember, groping for a memory but coming up blank. Putting her hands on the floor and pushing up, she tried to stand on shaky legs. Giving up, she sat down and took stock of the situation she had somehow gotten herself into.

"Okay, so I am in a strangely barren room. The walls are white, and the floor is wood… and also white," She mused, "Only one door, no window. I'm betting it's locked. There is a chair, wooden and white. Doesn't look very comfortable. There is a single light bulb with a cord hanging from it to turn it off and on. I'm sitting on the floor with no memory of how I got here. I have no weapons, no phone, and I have to pee. All in all; not too bad. Maybe they need to change all the color scheme and put in a bathroom, but hey, beggars can't be choosers."

Frowning and wrinkling her smooth brow, she racked her brain.

"What was I doing before I woke up? Let's see. I was... ah, I was patrolling. Yes. And thinking about... about Sirius! Yes, I was thinking about Sirius, the big jerk. Who does he think he is, ignoring me? 'Cause that's what he's doing, you can count on that. Ignoring me! Oh, you just wait until I get a piece of you Sirius. Nobody ignores Buffy Summers. Oh, sure we're only friends and you don't like me that way, but I'm still pissed. Anyway, that is off the topic. Right now, I need to remember what
happened…"

"Okay. So I was patrolling and thinking about Sirius, the big jerk, when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw... a student. Yes, it was a student. But which student? It was a girl and- oh. Yeah. Ohhhhh. Huh. I guess that does make sense. Oh, Pansy

Parkinson, you are so dead. Dead, dead, dead," gleefully Buffy clapped her hands in girlish delight.

At that moment, the door opened and in walked old Voldemort himself. Wearing a black cloak with the hood up, Buffy didn't see his face. But she knew it was he.

"Well, hello. If it isn't Mr. Volkenshort himself," Buffy said, deliberately mispronouncing his name.

She knew it would tick him off. Sure enough, she saw him clench gloved hands and heard

his growl. She could practically hear his evil thoughts. Pushing herself to her feet, she forced her legs to hold her up.

Don't show weakness to an enemy. They thrive on fear, on weakness. Always
stand straight with pride, with strength, went through her head.

Straightening her spine, she stood still as Voldemort circled her, not even turning her head as he went behind her. Staring straight ahead, Buffy smirked when Voldemort came into view.

"Buffy Summers. Who are you? I've been hearing some interesting things about you. Very interesting."

Buffy just blinked at him, smirk firmly in place. They stood like that for a few minutes, Voldemort waiting for her to speak, to at least show some fear, and Buffy gazing at him, no emotion showing in her hazel eyes.

"I could offer you so much. Much more than Dumbledore can. I can give you money, a power to rule those beneath you. I can offer you a place in the world where mere muggles will bow down to you, kiss your feet, worship you. All you have to do is take my hand." He held out his hand, palm up.

Buffy stared at it and then at Voldemort.

"Can you offer me honor? Pride? Freedom? When I wake up in the morning, can you guarantee that I won't feel guilty of all the actions that I did? Tell me, can you offer me love? No. There is no room for love in your cold, dark heart. There's no room for any of that. Let me tell you what you can do with your offer. You can shove it up your-" Voldemort slapped her face, hard. Buffy's head turned back to stare at him, unflinchingly.

"You'll regret your decision. Just wait. See what Dumbledore can't give you."

Voldemort swiveled on his heel, storming out the door, seething with rage. Buffy stood her ground, knew it was useless to try and get out. But how was she going to escape?

She sat down to plan…

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Buffy's absence wasn't really noticed until halfway through the first class on Friday. She wasn't at breakfast, which wasn't too unusual since she usually woke up late. For the first half of DADA, Sirius wondered where she was, but shrugged it off, figuring she had just slept in. She never missed a class, so she would probably be there soon. But she didn't show up. Sirius wasn't too worried, just a little mad. He told his class to behave and stay in the room, and he would be right back.

He had quickly strode to the statue in front of Buffy's room and had knocked. When she didn't answer, he said the password, "Chocolate kisses," and entered. Calling out to her, he wandered through her room, but there was no sign of her about. That's when he got worried.

Maybe she's in the Forbidden Forest, hurt and bleeding. She's all alone and scared, and I'm not there with her. Oh God. What if she's dead? He thought.

"Okay, maybe I'm overreacting." He said, trying to calm himself down.

So now here he was, rushing to Professor Dumbledore's office. Not even bothering to knock, he said the password and ran up the stairs, throwing the door open and startling the headmaster, who was feeding Fawkes, the phoenix.

"Sirius, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Buffy's missing!" He blurted out, urgency weighing in his words. Dumbledore frowned-

"Missing? Are you sure?"

"Yes. No. Maybe. She didn't show up to class and she's not in her room. I can't find her. What if she's hurt in the Forbidden Forest?. Or maybe she was captured! Or maybe-"

"-she's right behind you," Buffy's voice came from the doorway.

Whipping around, Sirius breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're okay. Where were you?"

"I slept in. When I woke up, I realized how late it was. But I wanted breakfast. So I went down to get an orange. I saw you rushing in here and I came to see what the problem was."

Feeling foolish, Sirius smiled weakly and said, "Oh."

"Well, I'm gong to get to class and teach the rest of the brats. See you later Bl- Sirius. Good bye Professor Dumbledore." And with that, she turned and walked, no stomped, down the stairs.

Eyes narrowed, Albus watched Buffy go. There was something odd about her, but he couldn't figure it out. Something was off. Different. He sighed. No matter. It would come back to him.

Sirius also noticed something wrong with Buffy. She was acting differently. She wasn't being sarcastic and funny, but serious. And she had called the children brats. She had never done that before. She loved all of them, except for the ones she knew were evil.

And something she said, something she did, nagged at the back of his mind. He mentally shrugged. He would figure it out later. Right now, he wanted to get back to class.

Saying goodbye to Albus absently and walking out, lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the thoughtful frown on the Headmaster's face.

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There was something going on. Draco knew it. He could feel it. Professor Summers was acting very strange. Her jokes were falling short, none of them what she usually said, what Draco expected her to say. And the way she was teaching left a lot to be desired. Summers was just sitting on the desk. Granted, that's what she always did. But she would also slightly swing her legs, lightly tapping the desk while she taught. Now, it seemed forced. Her tone was slightly louder, and more exaggerated. And she wasn't teaching….well, not properly, anyway.

The students were reading in their text book. She hardly ever made them read, saying she wasn't much of a reader herself. She liked to talk and demonstrate. The students were mostly sending their Defense professor weird looks instead of reading. This was also strange, because if Summers ever got weird looks, she usually said something about it that made everyone look away. By now she would be cracking jokes.

But she just sat there. Even Black was sending her looks. Usually, Summers would have said something funny about Blacks' hair or what he was wearing. And she would send him funny faces when he wasn't looking. But still she just sat there. Something was going on, and Draco was going to figure it out.

Strangely, perhaps even coincidentally, Pansy Parkinson wasn't in class that day, either.

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Buffy was patiently waiting. Usually being patient wasn't Buffy's strong suit. But she had learned that sometimes, patience was all that you had. So she waited for her chance to come, and she was soon rewarded with that chance. The door in the startling white room (which would have made more sense if it was all black, seeing as how the people who had put her in there were so obviously evil) was thrown open and two figure in black capes obscuring their faces entered. They grabbed Buffy by the arm and started to drag her out.

Buffy figured they obviously didn't know she was the Slayer because Voldemort had only sent two of them. She decided not to fight, and to instead went quietly, as the innocent, docile girl they wanted her to be. She would wait for the opportunity to escape. Sagging in her captors arms, she hung her head down to hide her smile when her weight made them stagger for a moment and she heard them growl.

"Get up and walk!" One said to her, going for the Big, Mean and Menacing approach.

Pretending to be frightened, she nodded and walked for herself. Buffy could feel their disgusting hands on her arms. She was a woman of action. She didn't like to sit idly by and let people handle her like she was a sack of potatoes.

"Wait, Buffy, just wait" she cautioned herself. "They'll slip up, I know they will. They always do…"

Sure enough, the moment came as Buffy thought it would. They took a shortcut, which involved going outside of the house Buffy had been in. It was old and abandoned looking. It looked like the kind of house that needed a lot of TLC to become a home. But years of neglect had turned the beautiful wood porch sagging, the paint peeling, and the dust thick.

The lawns were spacious, but covered in weeds and bushes. There was a big, rambling oak tree that had turned wild. All in all, it had a sense of anger, loss and loneliness. The house was lonely. It knew its inhabitants wouldn't stay long and while they were there, nothing would be worked on. It seemed to be crying. Once, this place had been a home, but now it was just an old, decrepit house.

Shaking her head, Buffy cleared away thoughts of crying houses and deep loss; she needed to concentrate if she was going to get herself out of this. Not that she couldn't take on these ugly dudes with her arms tied around her back, it was just a matter of finding the best way to whomp their asses without them even realizing until she was gone.

Hehe, this should be fun…

One of the men tugged at her arm and led her around the house. It appeared to be the front. A few yards away there was a large shed. It looked new, and an evil aura radiated from it. The house had a deep hatred for the shed. Buffy could feel it.

Down a driveway, Buffy could see a bend in the road. She knew if she was to escape, it would be down that road. Stopping abruptly, and making her captors come to a stop, she shook them off.

"Now, don't try anything, little girl. Don't make us-" The man stopped and howled in pain when Buffy punched his face. Spinning to the second one, she drop kicked him and jumped over his prone form, running down the road. Ignoring the shouts behind her, she put on a burst of speed and she soon turned and followed the bend.

Buffy didn't know how long she ran before she suddenly found herself in the Forbidden Forest, right where she had last been. Frowning in confusion, she turned and looked back from where she came.

That doesn't look right, she thought. That wasn't where she came from.

Where was the road? Walking back and hoping she would pass through some portal or something, she was disappointed when nothing happened.

Sighing in frustration, she decided to head back to the Hogwarts Castle and talk to Professor Dumbledore. Maybe he would have some answers. Eyes narrowed, she smiled grimly. She also had to have a chat with a certain Slytherin named Pansy Parkinson.

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By now the whole school knew something was going on with Buffy Summers. She wasn't cracking as many jokes as she usually did, and when she did make a joke, it wasn't funny. It wasn't even a lame-ass, groan-worthy joke. And she wasn't eating. Summers usually ate. A lot.
At dinnertime, you could look at her and see her shoveling the food and desserts with gusto. But today she wasn't eating a lot.

She and Professor Black were usually talking animatedly about something, or she was talking to Snape and he was unsuccessfully trying to ignore her. But that night, she was barely eating, talking, or making jokes. Even Snape noticed something was wrong. The Great Hall was strangely subdued. Everyone could tell something was up.

Sirius was worried. There was something niggling at the back of his mind that wouldn't show itself. Something Buffy had said and done when he had seen her earlier. He went over everything she said when they met up.

"I slept in," she had said. That wasn't unusual. She slept a lot.

"I wanted breakfast." No surprise there. She ate almost as much as him, if not more.

"I went down to get an orange." Fruit. She wanted fruit for breakfast. Also not too unusual, it just didn't happen very often. But there was something in that statement. Something… wait, she
wanted an orange. An orange!

"That's it!" Sirius exclaimed, and then clamped a hand over his mouth when several people turned to look at him, Harry included.

"What is it?" Buffy asked him.

"Hmmm? Oh, just the name of something I've been trying to figure out." He said, vaguely, then turned to her suddenly, as if hit with inspiration, "So, how's Stanley?" he asked.

"Stanley? Oh, Stanley. Yes, he's fine." She gave him a smile and he returned it.

"And his hip?"

"Still bothering him."

"Sorry to hear. If you will excuse me a moment, Elizabeth, I need to talk to Albus."

"Oh, sure," Buffy smiled at him and turned back to her food.

Sirius hurried Albus and told him he needed to talk to him in private. Stepping to the side, Sirius explained.

"Buffy's not Buffy," he announced to the Headmaster.

"Pardon me?"

"That isn't Buffy at the staff table," Sirius explained.

Albus narrowed his eyes and stared at her thoughtfully. "Yes, there is something… you have proof, I trust?"

"Remember what she said this morning? She said she slept in and then went to get breakfast. An orange!" He exclaimed, as if that explained everything, which to him it did.

"I don't quite follow..." the headmaster looked at Sirius, curiously.

"Buffy hates oranges. She said so herself. She said she didn't like the peel or the juice, and she much preferred apples!"

"Ah, I see. I trust you also noticed her walk this morning. It was… wrong."

"That's it! She stomped down the stairs. Buffy doesn't stomp unless she's mad. She wasn't mad. Usually, she just, I don't know, glides gracefully. And I just asked her about Stanley."

"Who's Stanley?"

"No clue. I bet there is no Stanley. I asked her how his hip was, and she said it was acting up again. And I just called her Elizabeth, and she didn't say anything. I'm telling you, that is not our Buffy!"

"I agree. What do we do about it without endangering the students or having them find out?"

"We can pretend everything is normal, and get her when she goes to bed," Sirius suggested, with an air of having thought this through already.

"Excellent idea."

"Oh, wait, there's one problem."

"What?"

"She's gone," Sirius announce, nodding towards the staff table.

Dumbledore whirled to look at where the impostor-Buffy was sitting. She was gone.

"I think that the next time we see her, we grab her, no matter who is around," he decided, sighing.

"Okay."

What they didn't expect was that they would see her so soon. At that moment, the doors opened and in walked the impostor-Buffy. Taking out his wand, Dumbledore flicked his wrist and the doors slammed shut behind the impostor-Buffy. Impostor-Buffy looked around in confusion.
In a flash, Sirius ran up to her and grabbed her arms.

"Who are you?"

Impostor-Buffy glared at him.

"Sirius Black, let go of me this instant!"

"Not until you tell me who you are and what you did to the real Buffy."

"Sirius, have you gone blind? I am Buffy, you crazy freak!" she said. Sirius still wasn't buying it.

"Tell me, who's Stanley?" he growled.

"Stanley? How the hell should I know? Sirius, if you don't let go of me this instant, so help me God-"

"I think it's the real Buffy," Albus interrupted.

"How can you be so sure?" Sirius asked, not letting go of her.

"Sirius, you numbskull. If you do not take your grubby fingers off of me, I swear I will gladly break everyone of them. You won't live to regret this!"

"It's her all right," he announced, letting her go. He gave her a weak smile, "Sorry."

"That's alright. Who else would I be? What exactly has been going on here?" Buffy demanded, looking around.

As if realizing where they were, Albus held up a hand and told the astonished and riveted students, "Bed time. As you can see, there is an impostor Professor Summers in Hogwarts, so stay away from anyone
that looks like her. Goodnight."

There were various groans heard, but the students got up and left to their dorms.

The teachers all adjourned to the staff room. When they were all
comfortable, Buffy scanned the room and realized Oz wasn't there.
"Where's Oz?" She asked, worried.

"He sent a letter earlier. He wanted to stay at Hogsmead another day," Sirius explained.

"Oh. So, what had been going on?"

"First, what happened to you?" Albus asked.

"Pansy Parkinson happened," Buffy smiled wryly. "It's not everyday I get outsmarted by a girl almost ten years younger than me. I expect her to be gone by now. I can guess that she pretended to be me." Albus and Sirius nodded.

Several Professors got "Aha" looks on their faces when they figured out why Buffy was acting so strange.

Buffy gave the Hogwarts staff a wink, "she must have had a ball, I mean, being as pretty as me, even for that short a time, must be a totally new thing for her…" everyone rolled their eyes, and a few of the staff suppressed a giggle.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Maybe you'd like to recount your adventure for us, Miss Summers."

Starting from the other night, Buffy explained everything that had happened to her, and then Sirius explained about the impostor.

"Well, I can't say I like having someone pretend to be me, but it wouldn't be the first time," she said. She got curious looks for that. Yawning, she wished for a warm bath and comfy bed. Dumbledore ended the meeting, taking pity on the young Slayer.

"Sirius, will you please guide Buffy to her room?"

"Yeah, sure."

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The silence on the way to Buffy's room was only a little awkward. Finally, Sirius spoke.

"Are my fingers really grubby?" He asked.

Buffy laughed in delight. Sirius was stunned. That was the first time he had really heard her laugh. It was beautiful. The corners of her eyes crinkled and her eyes danced with humor. Her whole face seemed to light up. And all Sirius could think about was kissing her.

So he did.

Grabbing her upper arms, he tugged her to him, bringing his lips down to her surprised lips. Her lips were soft and silky. So was her skin. All that went through his head was how warm she was. She tasted like mint and chocolate. There was a fragrance, too. Vanilla. Deepening the kiss, he felt Buffy relax against him and respond with equal passion. Sliding his hands into her glorious hair, he was lost.

Buffy moaned softly, bringing her arms up around Sirius' neck and toying with the hair at his collar. Oh, God! He was so warm, his body hard as she pressed against him. He tasted so good.

Opening her mouth, she felt him slip his tongue into hers, felt him probe. As someone who had been in Heaven, she knew bliss. And this felt pretty close to it. It had been so long. Too long. Angel had been cold. Sirius was warm, burning. He kissed her with passion, not holding anything back. He tightened his hold on her hair, bringing her closer. Then he slipped one hand out of her hair and put his arm around her waist, hugging her to him. Angel hadn't been warm. Not this warm. And he always held back. So did Riley. They both had treated her like she would shatter.

But not Sirius. Oh, not Sirius. He kissed her like he expected to be kissed back. Hard, but oh so gentle. Her knees felt weak. All she could think was how it was good he was holding her up.

She was so soft. She fit against him like he expected her to. Perfect. She was what he thought she would be when he kissed her. She was passion, fire, longing. She was Heaven.

After what seemed like hours, they broke apart, breathing heavily. Buffy pressed her fingers to her tender lips, staring at Sirius. He ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't think of what to say.

Buffy solved it for him.

"I- I need to go. To- to my bed place. My room thing. Over there. Yeah. No. Yeah, over there. Well, thank you. For the kiss. I mean, um, walking me back and kissing me. No, wait. I just… good night."
She bolted in her room, leaving a befuddled Sirius behind. When the door closed, she leaned against it and sank to the floor. Putting her fingers once again on her lips, she smiled. Then groaned. Thank you??

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Thank you?? Thank you for kissing me? The poor girl was probably confused. Hell, so was he. Sirius smiled. Laughed. Then did what he had been waiting to do when he was in the privacy of his own room. He jumped up and shot his hand in the air.

"Yes!" He shouted.

Realizing how adolescent he sounded, he looked around before whispering, "Yes!" He had finally kissed her, and it was much more that he expected. But how was he going to do it again? Buffy had obviously enjoyed it, but he had a feeling she wasn't looking for people to kiss just then. She would probably be on her guard.

Sirius smiled. He had always enjoyed a good challenge. And the reward was nothing to complain about. No, not at all…

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Okay, here it is folks. Pointless question: Cats or dogs?