Title: Coming For You

Part: 3: Denials are a Girl's Best Friend

Rating: 15

Author: Jmaria

Spoilers: All of Ats and HP (just to be safe)

Disclaimer: You know they aren't mine, Joss and JK own all.

Summary: Enter the . . . fourth? Of What?! Girls are so silly about things.

Setting: Early September in book six, season 5 of Angel (you'll see why later on)

A/N: Ok, really empowered by my Women's Studies class, and oh well, most people don't read my A/N's anyway, so why bore you? Thank you to my lover-ly reviewers who like the story (or at least the idea of the story) I'm involving more HP characters (obviously), this chapter's gonna be a little different from the last.

3: Denials are a Girl's Best Friend

Today was just not her day. Of all the days for something so spectacularly wrong to happen, it couldn't have found a worse day. For her to break her leg, when she'd never even broken a nail on accident, was just plain bizarre. But for it to happen when she was running away from the mess she'd made on accident in the Common Room? She swore there had to be a hex on her.

Rose Zeller didn't like to be noticed. Getting noticed meant that you made waves, and at twelve, she wasn't particularly keen on making said waves. Waves were not good, they could make you a target. And she was feeling like a big enough target right now. Madame Pomfrey, who had been fussing over her leg, had gone to get the ingredients for her leg was now staring at her oddly. The Gryffindor sitting beside Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker and Professor Snape were looking at her, and the Slytherin girl was glowering, but Rose was sure it was because of the hideous things on her face. A dark haired man smiled at her, as he murmured something to Professor Dumbledore.

"Have you been messing about with these potions?" The mediwitch demanded.

"N-no." Rose stuttered.

"You haven't touched anything?"

"No." The stutter left her voice. This was getting annoying, and her leg was starting to feel better. "But it's feeling better."

"Headmaster." Pomfrey's voice was high and panicky.

"Yes Poppy?"

"I - her leg was just broken." Pomfrey tried to calm herself. "And it was quite a serious break."

"I said it was starting to feel better. I think it just popped back in place on the way up here." Rose said quietly.

"That type of bone doesn't just 'pop' back into place." She gritted her teeth at the older witch's words. "I haven't even begun to treat it, Headmaster."

"Miraculous healing, Dumbledore?" The dark haired man questioned, his eyes twinkling. "Sounds awfully familiar characteritics. Think I knew a girl once, who healed like that. Granted I only met her for ten minutes, but to hear of the tale, she'd healed just as fast as -" The Irish man paused, staring at Rose. "What's your name again?"

"Rose Zeller."

"Nice to meet you, Rosie. I'm Doyle." He turned back to Dumbledore. "She healed as fast as Buffy. And from what you told me, it fits. Just as they fit."

Rose shivered at his tone. She felt the gaze of Cho slide over to her. The seventh year stared at her as if she were a puzzle. Waves did not equal good.

Millicent Bulstrode glared at the congregation of do-gooders. The Gryffindork was one of Potter's little followers, and Chang was Potter's ex. The little mousy Hufflepuff looked like she was caught in a mouse trap, and the Irish man was spouting off something that was supposed to make sense.

"I have only seen one case of 'miraculous healing' in my career here at Hogwarts. Eugenia Prattleworth, a sixth year Slytherin, when I started teaching here." Dumbledore said sadly. "She died in her seventh year. They called her Genie."

"Can I get the antidote to my hex, or do I really need to hear all of this?" Millicent muttered under her breath.

"Oh, yes." Pomfrey sighed, handing her a foul looking concoction. "Drink it all up, and for Merlin's sake don't spit it out."

Millicent grimaced as she swallowed the thick green goop. But she didn't stopped until it was all gone. This earned a scrunched up nose from Potty's girlfriend. Millicent felt her face contract.

"Stupid, insignificant little mongrel! You've mucked things up brilliantly again! Get from my sight!"

"Bulstrode? Did you hear me?" Snape demanded.

"Um -" Millicent blinked rapidly. Where had that voice come from?

"Typical thick headed Slytherin." The Gryffindork muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.

"I asked you a question, Millicent." Snape demanded once more.

"Ease up on the girl, Billowing Robes boy." Doyle snapped. "What's wrong Millie?" He peered closely at her.

"Don't call me that." Millicent gritted. "You don't know me."

"You heard something. An echo." Doyle pushed himself up. "A very important echo."

Millicent felt her mouth drop a little. How could he know that?

"You heard something?" Cho said. "You -"

"Did anyone ask you to butt in?" Millicent snapped.

"I -"

"Well no one asked for your opinion in the matter, now did they?" Millicent said scathingly.

"Miss Bulstrode, Miss Chang, Mr. Creevey, and Miss Zeller. Mr. Doyle would like to meet with you as soon as your classes are through for the day."

"Miss Zeller and Miss Bulsrtode will have to remain until I'm sure they're well enough." Pomfrey interjected. "You're ribs are mended, Creevey."

"Of course. Mr. Creevey, Miss Chang, please return to your classes or common rooms."

"Millie, Cho, Denny, and Rosie. We'll all chat real soon."

Fantastic. Millicent groaned, pushing herself up onto one of the empty beds. This was going to be loads of fun. She was going to kick her stupid idiot housemates. Hard.

And in her mind, she was replaying what she'd heard the voice say.

Doyle watched the concern on Dumbledore's face. Millicent leaned back on the cot, closing her eyes.

"It's started. Rosie's got her slayer skills, that one's already hearing the voices, and the boy - well, he was in a vision. That's three clues, Albus." Doyle watched as Cho looked back at him before leaving the hospital wing. "And something tells me that one is definitely in on it too."

"Do you honestly believe him?" Snape sneered at Doyle.

"Yes, I do Severus. Poppy, would you send a house elf to gather the house heads in my office, please?"

"Of course, Headmaster."

"And Mr. Doyle, would you kindly get dressed?" Dumbledore handed a pile of clothes to him.

Doyle grinned as he took the clothes and Dumbledore drew the curtain around the bed. He dressed as quickly as possible, listening for Dumbledore's quiet voice. He wouldn't tell Rosie right off the bat, but he spoke quietly to the other teachers.

"Severus, would you wait with the others in my office?"
"I demand to know why that muggle is being allowed to ride roughshod over our students."

"Severus, what I am about to say will be very difficult for you to grasp, so do shut up so you can hear." Dumbledore said angrily. "We have in this very hospital wing, a young girl chosen to battle the vampires and demons in this world, we have another who has begun to hear voices in her head, a seer's seemingly insignificant vision of a young boy, and a young woman who had a man fall on her from the middle of the sky. A man, who a little more than an hour ago who was dead and had been dead for nearly four years." Dumbledore hissed. "Is that enough information for you, Severus?"

"Yes, Headmaster."

"Good, then will you please go to my office and wait there?"

Dumbledore waited until Snape was gone before returning to Doyle's bedside. Doyle pushed himself up.

"You will come with me to help explain this, Mr. Doyle."

"Yes."

"Explain it to me again."

"Well, it's like this. The Founders blood has returned to Hogwarts." Doyle said quietly. "And I'm guessin' it's not just to check up on how the old girl's held up."

"And you are certain it is these four children?"

"As sure as I am I was dead this morning."

"Well, that's comforting." Dumbledore sighed, leading Doyle out into the hallway.

A/N: Ok, more Dennis, Cho, Millicent, and Rose in the next installment.