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.
Author's Note: Thanks to spike10101, IceBlueRose, great big buffy fan, Renna, Just Me, and Siren's Call for reviewing.
spike10101- Oh, you'll just have to see what happens.
IceBlueRose- to tell you the truth, I have absolutely no clue what Buffy is planning. Yes! I love J. D. Robb. And Roarke and Eve are just fantastic. Don't you just love the love-hate relationship of Summerset and Eve? I know I do. Those are just great books. Thanks for reviewing.
great big buffy fan- while I really appreciate your reviewing, and three times no less, but I don't appreciate the way you did it. There are so many stories out there where Buffy is a lot older than Harry. In my story, she is. This is AU, in case you didn't get the memo. Tara died in season six and Sunnydale got destroyed in season seven. It's still there, as you can see if you read my story thoroughly before reviewing. In chapter one, I said that everything happened from season one-season five. It is five years after OMWF, except Buffy and Spike never kissed. So that means Tara is alive, and Sunnydale still stands. I can accept someone giving me constructive criticism, but not when they leave me a review just saying "maybe you should check your spelling before you put it up". I, for one, think that my spelling is not that bad in this story. Sure, I mess up a few words, but then again, so does everyone else. You did when you reviewed. So if you are going to leave me a review giving me helpful hints about my chapters, then go ahead. However, if you are just going to leave me little reviews with questions or comments that can be explained if only you had read my story through all the way and checked out the author notes at the beginning, then please stop reviewing. The author notes are there for a reason. They're not just to add words. I'm really glad you enjoyed it overall, though.
Renna- Thanks. I actually really enjoyed writing that conversation. Here's an update!
Just Me- What is Buffy up to? You'll just have to see. To tell you the truth, I don't exactly know just yet. Maybe she's being wooed to the Dark side. Thanks so much for reviewing, and keep doing it! (Wink, wink).
Siren's Call- I haven't yet worked out what Buffy's plan will be or what exactly will happen. It's in my head somewhere. Thanks. I liked writing the talk between Buffy and Snape. It's about time someone knocked some sense into him! Yeah, I like that quote. When I first heard it, it took me a while to figure out what it meant and what the heck Bilbo was talking about! Thanks for your lovely review! P.S. I really love your Destiny story. It's just great.
So, I have this one story up called Whispers of the Darkness. It's in the Buffy section. It's a pretty good idea for a story, made up by Crystal Cheyenne. Go check it out!
...Chapter Seventeen: Dreams of What's to Come...
'I have a lot of dreams,
I don't always tell you.
They seek me out at night,
As I slumber under the moon.
I've soared across the Danube,
And landed in my back yard.
To find that running away,
Has become extremely hard.
I've had a deja-vu,
Of standing around at work.
"I know I've done this before,
The place on my hand still hurts."
I've dreamed out my fantasies,
And I was on top of the world.
The memories of first loves,
Still haunt inside this girl.
But I don't dream around you,
And I really don't know why,
A lighter slumber when I'm with you,
When we are under our black sky.
I don't dream with you at night,
And not a single dream I'll see.
I now know why this happens,
It's cause my dream is in front of me.'
...Sara "I Don't Dream"
It had to be said. The words were between them, just filling the silence, but nothing would ever come out. It was like a void. As if both were expecting something, but they didn't know just what it was.
Hermione sat next to Ron, who was deep in thought. He didn't appear to notice her, so she just pulled out a book and began to read. About five minutes later, he glanced over at her and jumped in surprise.
"Blimey, Hermione, give me a bleedin' heart attack since you're so intent upon scaring me to death," Ron exclaimed, holding his heart. The girl just raised her brow at him and looked back at her book. The red head stared at his friend, wanting to say something, anything. But nothing would come out when he opened his mouth. He tried again, and a sound started to emerge, but Hermione cut him off by slamming her book closed.
"Ronald, we must stop this nonsense at once. Now, for weeks we have been tip-toeing around each other and it needs to end. There is something we have to discuss," Hermione told him setting her book down on the table with a bang.
Ron's eyes widened and he looked from the book to Hermione and back to the book again. "I don't think anything is strange," he finally said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "That's because you're a man, and you see what you wish to see. I have something I need to say, and I'm going to say it without interruptions. Is that clear?" Ron nodded mutely. "Good. Lately, things have been changing. For Harry, for you, and for me. My feelings about you have changed quite drastically. I've been thinking about you in a way a friend wouldn't." She sighed in frustration. "Ron, what I'm trying to say is that I'm crazy about you. Possibly just crazy. I look at you and see... a future. I love you. There. I said it. I love you."
There was shock in his brown eyes. That, and a deep fear. Oh God. What had she said?
Hermione woke up, breathing loudly and sweating profusely. No. That wasn't right. She couldn't be, could she? They were friends. Just friends. And she loved him. Groaning, she buried her head in her pillow and stifled a frustrated scream. Her life sucked just then.
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In Sunnydale, Willow was relaxing after a particularly long, busy day. She was sitting in the living room in Buffy's house, head rolled back and eyes closed. She was so tired, and all she wanted was a long hot bath and a massage. But no, she had to do work instead. She and Tara had taken over the Magic Box from Giles and Anya, and boy was it a lot of work! Swearing to herself that she would just lay down for a moment, she went to the couch and relaxed.
Suddenly the door banged open and Willow sat up, gasping in surprise. Buffy was standing in the doorway, bags around her and tears on her face. Jumping up, she ran to her side. "Buffy! What's wrong? What happened?"
Buffy didn't say anything. She just stared at Willow blankly, silent tears coursing down her face. Grabbing her arm, Willow led Buffy to the couch, leaving the door wide open and luggage crowding the opening.
"Honey, sit down." Willow directed, pulling her down to sit next to her on the couch. "There you go. Now, can you tell me what happened? What's wrong?" Willow asked Buffy, tucking a strand of the blonde's hair behind her ear.
Opening her mouth, Buffy started to say something but she hiccupped instead. Sniffling, she rubbed her hands over her wet cheeks, trying to stop the tears. However, they kept coming. "I left." She finally said.
"Left what? Hogwarts? I don't understand," Willow told her anxiously.
"We're fools," Buffy whispered, leaning her head on her best friends shoulder.
"What do you mean?"
"We're all fools. Everybody is. Why do we do this to ourselves? Why-why do we insist on putting ourselves through this, time and time again?" Buffy asked, shaking her head.
"Do what, Buffy? Putting ourselves through what?"
"Love," she answered softly. "Why do we put ourselves through love when we know that we are just going to get hurt. That it can't work out. At least not for me."
"Oh, Buffy. It is Sirius? What did he do to you? 'Cause, I swear to the Goddess that if he has hurt you, I will rip out his entrails."
Buffy let out a watery laugh. "No, he didn't do anything, per se. He loves me," she said, almost as if she were amazed by the fact. "He told me he loves me."
"And it seems that you love him. What's the problem?"
"Willow, you know that my love life never turns out well. I can't do that again." There was more Buffy was going to say, but at that moment Willow felt a hand shake her shoulder, and she woke up to see Tara standing over her. Springing up, she looked over at the door, but it was closed. There was no Buffy anywhere. Breathing in deeply, she shook her head. I've been working too much.
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Voldemort glared at Harry, deep hatred practically radiating off of him. His wand was pointed at the Boy-Who-Lived, and Harry felt a momentary stab of fear before he pushed it down. Now wasn't the time to be scared, especially when so much was at stake. This was the man that had killed his parents, robbed him of the chance to get to know them and grow up with a great childhood. Because of him, Sirius had gone to Azkaban and many people had to live in fear.
It was time. Time to prove himself, show everybody that he wasn't just the Boy-Who-Lived, the Boy-Who-Survived-Voldemorts-Attack. He was Harry Potter, and he was good enough.
The Dark Lord obviously didn't think so. Voldemort advanced, and Harry tried to curb the urge to turn around and run. He saw Buffy out of the corner of his eye, magically bound to one place. Sirius was by her, ropes magically wound about him. It was up to Harry.
Trees loomed around them, dark and foreboding. Sticks littered the ground, and he could hear the crunch of them as Voldemort got closer. Lifting his wand, he prepared to duel.
"Harry, don't let him get to you. Whatever he says, don't listen and don't believe. Just do what your head, what your heart tells you to do." That was from Buffy. It seemed she was the one who always believed in him, in his choices and actions. And that helped, a lot. It gave him courage. Courage to do what he had to do.
Harry Potter raised his hand and pointed his wand at his mortal enemy. It was beginning.
Breathing heavily, Harry woke up in a sweat, his scar throbbing. Taking out a piece of parchment and a quill, he quickly wrote down everything he remembered so he could show Dumbledore when he woke up in the morning. Leaning back, he let out a sigh and wondered how he was going to sleep again.
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Sirius stared at Buffy uncomprehendingly. She was leaving?
"When?" He asked, choking on the word.
"Soon," she answered, head down.
"Why? Buffy, why are you- look at me!" He commanded, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at his face. "At least have the decency to look me in the eyes when you're breaking my heart. Why are you leaving? I love you."
"Don't. Don't say that." Buffy told him, holding back the tears.
"Why not? I mean it, Buffy. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. You know what? I can say that for the rest of our lives. I love you. Don't you love me? Because if you don't, then I was stupidly under the impression that you did."
"Sirius, don't do this. Just let me go."
"I don't want to! Can't you see it, Buffy? It's here," he put his hand against her heart. "It's all right here. And here," he put her hand on his heart. "Can you feel it? That's my heart, breaking. I need you. I need you to be with me."
"I can't do this. I'm leaving, Sirius, and it can't be stopped." Buffy turned and ran out of his room, and Sirius just stared after her retreating back, feeling like he was losing part of his soul.
That's when he woke up. Putting his hand to his aching chest, he breathed in deeply and wondered where the hell that had come from.
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So, there it is. Short, I know. But it's an interlude, so the next should be longer. Review, please!
Pointless question: What is your favorite book?