Disclaimer: I am not Joss, nor am I J.K. Rowlings or anything else, but me.

Author's Note: I wanna say sorry that it has taken me so long and that it is short. I was in a car accident and was unable to write for a while, but I'm better! Thanks for all the reviews and I hope to have a longer update soon! Thanks to Buffy2theSlayer for betaing for me!

Chapter 19

"Ahh, my most beloved servant." Voldemort hissed as Snape bowed before him, breathing a sigh of relief as the pain in his left forearm let up, before finally stopping. Looking out of the corner of his eye he could see that it was just Lucius and Wormtail, a quick thought of cursing the rat ran through his mind, that were present at that moment. Snape wondered briefly how many of the Deatheaters already knew about his daughter and the plans that Voldemort had for her.

"My lord." Snape replied formally, not moving from his place on the floor beginning to count the number of grains of sand he could see, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction at this, his servant had learned his place. Voldemort focused his attention on Snape, before delving into the memories that would allow him to know whether or not Snape knew about his child or not. Snape could feel Voldemort going through his memories, or the ones that Snape allowed him to see, keeping his expression blank. What Voldemort must have seen pleased him, because he smiled momentarily, before speaking to Snape.

"Come stand beside me." Voldemort said and Snape rose to his feet moving to stand beside the Dark Lord an honor that would show who he favored at that moment. "You would tell me if you had a child, would you not?"

"Yes, my lord." Snape replied back as though bored with the entire conversation, keeping his face impassive and not allowing his voice to change. He squelched the thoughts that attempted to rise with just the thought of his child and he succeeded, but barely it would have been more difficult if he hadn't known what the Dark Lord would be looking for.

"I have great news." Voldemort replied, "You currently have a student named Buffy Snape?"

"Yes." Snape replied while wondering how long Voldemort was going to draw the entire conversation out, he wanted to go home to a not so cold dungeon anymore. "I assumed that she was some distant relative or something." Snape said dismissively, hoping to make the Dark Lord just say whatever he wanted to say and soon, he wanted to get back to Hogwarts.

"She is a relative." Voldemort said smiling slightly at the look of impatience that flashed quickly across Snape's face, "In fact she is your daughter." Voldemort took great delight in the look of disbelief that had crossed Snape's face, especially since He knew that Snape's child was a Gryffindor, but that could be endured, since she was to be His new body.

"That's preposterous!" Snape exclaimed, like anyone receiving the news the first time would have. He paced angrily in front of Lucius and Voldemort, ranting about how the child couldn't be his, because he hadn't been with anyone. He ranted against Lucius and Voldemort for getting his hopes up, because he didn't have a child, but he had always wanted one. "She's a Gryffindor!"

"Ahh, but it's not." Lucius said evilly making Snape stop his pacing, "You remember the young mudblood bitch that you fell in love with?" Snape nodded slowly, holding back the fury that rushed through his body at the way that Voldemort and Lucius mentioned Joyce, "Apparently she was pregnant." Lucius smiled at the uncomfortable look that crossed Snape's face, as though he were finally realizing where the conversation where going. "And she never told you." Lucius said nodding as Snape stood stock still staring at him, before mustering all the anger he could.

"That bitch." He muttered, cringing even as he said it, he hoped that Joyce would never hear about this from anyone, quickly shrugging it off, because he planned that Joyce would never meet Lucius or Voldemort. Lucius laughed even more at his reaction, but was silenced by one look from Voldemort, who was quickly growing tired; he wanted a body to house his magic, a body that would be practically indestructible and Snape's daughter would do that.

"I want you to bring your child to me." Voldemort was tiring of his old, feeble body that constantly had to be restored. He hoped that by taking Snape's daughter's body the connection with Harry Potter would be severed and he could get back to plotting. It was just a bonus that the child was completely immune to almost all magic and was the slayer, that would give him enormous power. Voldemort decided that he could deal with being a female for these reasons, but no one except the two in front of him would know of his plan until it was too late.

"Of course, my Lord." Snape replied silently telling himself that he would rather die than have his child serve the Dark Lord. He may have willingly come to the Dark Lord but his child would not serve the monstrosity that stood before him. "When should I bring her?"

"You should bring her to me within the next month." Voldemort said and Snape nodded before he disapparented back to the castle. He started up to the castle, when a snap of a twig alerted his attention. Drawing his wand quickly, he turned, only to find his daughter getting up from a spot on the ground, pulling her cloak around her as she walked towards him.

"Well?" Buffy asked as she moved towards her father. She had been pacing the room back and forth since he had left, driving everyone up the wall, so they had sent her out to kill some vampires, but after eleven she had stopped and simply waited for him to return, much to the relief of the vampire community, who were making plans to run for it the next day.

"He wants to meet you within the month." Snape replied and Buffy nodded briskly. They both left everything unsaid, they knew why the dark lord wanted her and they were both as quickly assured that he would not be getting her. They walked in silence back to the castle, both taking in the other's presence. Ever since they had met they had spent time getting to know each other, but not to soak in the other's presence. The need for talking wasn't demanding, it was more for the awareness of the other person.

Buffy could see his aura and the rippling of power as emotions filtered through him. She had this sudden urge to giggle as she watched his aura move, but decided that it would not be a good thing. She hadn't mentioned this new talent to anyone. Since she had moved off the Hellmouth, everything had become sharper and she had gained some surprising talents, like the aura reading. She could see who had darkness in them and surprisingly Draco Malfoy was not one of them, she could see a taint, but it hadn't grown and could just be caused by his father interacting with him. Crabbe and Goyle, on the other hand, were riddled with darkness, most of it originating from their left forearm.

"And where have you two been?" Joyce asked as the two came through the main doors of Hogwarts. She had woken up about twenty minutes ago and had searched for Buffy and Snape in Buffy's room, before making her way to the Great Hall, where she was met by them walking through the door. They both jumped guilty, exchanging looks, making Joyce realize that there was something big going on, that she had, once again, not been let in on.

"Running." "Hogsmeade." They replied at once, flushing as they realized that they were going to be caught in their own lies. Joyce raised an eyebrow clearly telling them that she didn't believe them and they would wait there until one of them came forward with the correct and truthful information. Buffy and Snape looked at each other, trying to decide which of them should tell her, which one she would react better to.

"Well, it's like this, mom." Buffy said finally, glaring at Snape, because he was sure that Joyce would freak out more if she didn't hear what was going on from Buffy herself. Buffy was surer that her mom would flip out anyways and that Snape just wanted to get out of it. Buffy groaned to herself, as she realized that she would be explaining what happened last night to a lot of people and she wasn't looking forward to this. She did not think that this would be in the Slayer's Handbook either!

Later: Great Hall

"Would someone like to tell me what's going on?" Harry asked, sitting down between Willow and Xander. They shifted uncomfortably, looking at each other and wondering what they should tell Harry. Buffy had mentioned that she had run into Harry last night, but they weren't sure what was said. They were also unsure of what information could be said, without everyone hearing it.

"Someone broke into the castle." Buffy told him, sitting next to them. Willow and Xander looked Buffy over she looked extremely tired and older than she should be. Willow shot Xander a look, nodding to their tired looking friend, clearly saying,

"See, she is only human!" Xander nodded his head in agreement with the statement, his eyes now open to the vulnerable slayer that was in front of him. Willow and Xander watched Harry nod before waiting for Buffy to continue, "They tried to kill Xander and they went after my school records."

"So he knows?" Harry asked he knew that there was probably more to it than that, but he would wait a little bit for Buffy to come forward with the information. It was Buffy's turn to nod her head. Harry sighed and looked around the Great Hall, discreetly checking out the Slytherin Table to see if anyone of them was staring at Buffy, he wondered how many of them knew whose daughter she was. He wondered, briefly, if there would be any difference in the treatment of Buffy, now that news might have gotten out.

"Who knows what?" Ron asked as Hermione and he joined into the conversation that was being whispered back and forth at their end of the table. Ron and Hermione had been late, because Ron refused to get out of bed and Hermione had resorted to an old trick that her father had taught her, a glass of cold water being poured over his head, woke him real quick. She stifled giggles at the picture that he had made, wet red hair going everywhere, a perplexed look followed by one of annoyance as realization dawned on the red head. Ron glared at Hermione, who quickly stifled the giggles, turning her attention to Buffy.

"Who I am." Buffy replied and Hermione winced, she caught on quickly about the situation, while Ron stared at them dumbly for a few moments, he was still partially asleep from being woken up so rudely.

"Again I ask, who?"

"The Dark Lord." Hermione whispered to Ron, who paled at this and looked like he really hadn't wanted to know after all. Ron pushed the food in front of him towards the opposite end of the table,

"I don't feel that well anymore." Ron announced and Buffy nodded her agreement. They all pushed their food towards the middle of the table, not noticing the teachers who took a sudden interest in this. Joyce looked ready to stand up and march over, but was quickly stopped by Snape, who whispered something in her ear and forced her to sit back down.

"Aww does Ickle Ronnikons feel sickywicky?" Fred asked as he and George took seats near them. Oliver slid in next to Buffy shooting glares toward the Slytherin table, he didn't know what was going on, but he got the feeling that they were being watched by that particular table.

"What's going on?" he asked and Buffy looked at him, sighing inside, because she really didn't want to tell him, because she was afraid that he would freak out, much the way her mother had.

"Someone broke into the school last night and tried to kill Xander." Buffy said and Oliver looked towards Xander who just nodded, "But it was all a diversion, because they also broke into Dumbledore's office to look at student records," Oliver's eyebrows shot up in realization, "my student records."

"And?" Oliver said.

"And He called dad," Buffy replied and Oliver shuddered, discreetly looking at Professor Snape, who didn't look any worse for wear, "Dad was told that he has a long lost daughter, me, and Lucius had great delight in telling Dad, hoping to break him or make him snap one or the other. Dad has a month to bring me to the side of dark, so that He will have a new body."

"That no good, slimy git!" Ron announced getting a glare from Buffy.

"For your sake you had better not be referring to my father!" Buffy replied and Ron gulped, afraid for his life, as Willow and Xander place a calming hand on the raging slayer. She calmed slightly, but not enough for either friend to remove their hands. Malfoy looked sharply at the Gryfindor table,

'Calm down you crazy bint,' he thought to her, attempting to send his thoughts to Buffy, 'The entire school doesn't know but they will if you don't keep quiet.' He stared at Buffy noticing the slight jump as his thoughts hit her. She glanced at him quickly nodding, before turning back to her friends, none of them the wiser.

'You and I will be having a little chat later today,' Buffy replied and it was Malfoy's turn to look a little shocked. He didn't think that Buffy had that particular power.

'Where and when?'

"Miss Snape!" McConnagal yelled, "Please keep your voice down or I will have to remove house points." Buffy jumped startled out of her thoughts, before she flushed red, before sinking lower in her seat, glaring at the entire table as they attempted to keep their laughter to a minimum. Snape hid his smile behind a napkin as he attempted to glare at the Gryffindor table, trying to keep up appearances.

'The Library after Lunch.'

"Course not." Ron replied in a lowered voice, so as not to get yelled at like Buffy had, "I was referring to the Ferret's father!" Buffy gave him an incredulous look, but said nothing, nodding her head in acceptance. She had forgotten what had been said, being startled out of her conversation with Malfoy. She didn't know what was going on, she had no idea how she was able to talk to Malfoy, but she wasn't complaining. She wanted to know why he hadn't taken the mark and what his intentions were. She looked at her father and caught his eyes before motioning towards the door. At his discreet nod she looked to her friends,

"I need to go, guys." She said, "I'll see you in potions." She got up and quickly made her way out of the hall, much to the dismay of her friends, who didn't have a chance to tell her that it was Saturday and there was no class today.

"She's a strange girl," Fred commented, or at least Hermione was pretty sure it was Fred, but one could never tell with the twins, who liked nothing better then to have a laugh at someone else's expense.

"How many of them do you think know?" Harry asked the assembled Scoobies nodding his head toward the Syltherin table. They shrugged all or them wondering the same thing. "How can she be so calm about this all?" Harry didn't know how Buffy did it, she had this huge destiny and found out she had an even bigger destiny, yet the thing that seemed to worry her the most was school and her friends. She came here to get away from everything and she was thrown into a world where she played a huge part. Harry had found out his destiny at about the same time and he was having a hard time dealing with it all.

"She's Buffy." Willow replied like that explained everything. No matter what needed to be faced, she was always there watching over her friends and being their support. Oliver watched her friends and he wondered how they could all be so blind. Buffy wasn't dealing with it calmly, she was planning an attack and he refused to let her do it alone. Getting up without a word he followed the direction that his girlfriend had taken.

"Was it something we said?"