A/N: Chapter 4 is gonna be in Hp verse..It's probably not gonna be a very long chapter and I'm very sorry for that lol but I'm just not sure what to write in this one.....any ideas for pairings let me know!!.. and Vicissitudo in Latin means Change.. I used the OotP book as a reference for the Minstry.. except from the Quidditch corridor.. kinda made that up lol let me know if it sucked.
Also, thank you reviewers..
Lils - Yes lol I also love Angel to peices. I'm a huge B/A Fan... I have a few songfics for them. And it's sad to see Angel to depressed.
Dreamer Child - Thank you so much for the suggestions. After I reread that I realized that it was rater annoying. Also, I'm still not sure about the pairing but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a Buffy/sirius... I hadn't planned it that way but while I'm writing it out it seems to be taking that way. If you have any other ideas lemme know lol. Just email me at
Emba - Lol thank you. Great review. If you have any pairing suggestions let me know! I was already suggested Buffy/Sirius.. but I'm still not sure... She's only a couple years older than Harry, Draco, Ron.... etc.
Chapter 4 : Vicissitudo - Change
Ministry of Magic, England
Harry James Potter silently walked through the streets of London, towards what he knew, was The Ministry Of Magic. He had been taken there on several occasions, one of which being his trial for using magic outside of school and in front of a muggle, his cousin Dudley. That was in his fifth year at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
It was early July and Harry would be turning eighteen at the end of the month. He had just graduated from Hogwarts and was going to be training for Professional Quidditch. Puddlemere United. A friend from school, Oliver Wood, was already on the team as the Keeper. He had gotten Harry to show up at try-outs for the new seeker, which of course, Harry was delighted to do.
After getting the position, Harry went out and bought a new broom, the Lightening Bolt 2005. It was a grand broom that he had just fell in love with the moment he laid eyes on it.
The captain, Tai Leing, had sent Harry his team uniform the other day. Glancing at his watch, Harry realized it was only two in the afternoon, noting to himself that at five thirty he was to meet Ron and Hermoine for dinner at The Three Broomsticks.
Harry ran a hand through his shaggy black hair, causing it to muss more. He didn't care. It wouldn't stay down anyway. His emerald eyes gazed around and then entered an old telephone booth, closing the door.
He lifted the receiver and put it to his ear, then dialed six-two-four-four-two and a cool feminine voice came through loud and clear, not from the reciever but from the telephone box itself.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."
Harry sighed and thought a moment. "Harry Potter, here to see Captain Tai Leing for the Puddlemere United Quidditch team."
The voice came again smoothly. "Thank you. Visitor please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes."
Harry's badge slid from the metal shoot and he pinned it to the front of his long black robes. Suddenly, the floor to the telephone booth gave a little shudder and began to sink underground. Concrete rose up past Harry and before long, darkness surrounded him. After about a minute or so, a small thud came and small streaks of golden light began to appear.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day." Said the voice again. The door opened and Harry stepped out into the Ministry. Harry began to make his way down the long, bright corridors. The floors were dark wood and the ceiling a bright blue, the notices changing every few seconds.
Harry remember coming here in his fifth year with Mr.Weasley for that stupid trial. He scoffed at the thought. As Harry looked to his left, a small wizard emerged from the fireplace and Harry chuckled. He remembered how odd he thought it was when he had first seen it three years ago.
He passed the fountain surrounded by statues, full of sickles and knuts that people had thrown in for St.Mungo's. Harry found his way to the end of the hall and entered the lift. He listened to the woman speak. There was a short woman standing next to him with a nervous smile on her face.
"Ello there! I'm Mitsy Critterson. I'm uh, here for my apparation test? Have ya had yours?" Her voice was meek and small, just like her height.
Harry, being the friendly person he was... most of the time, smiled back. "Actually, yeah. Few years ago. It's not too hard, trust me. I'm Harry Potter."
The girls' eyes grew wide at the name. They flickered up to his forhead where sure enough, there was a scar, and then back to his eyes. "Oh my goodness! Y-Your him! My mother told me about you! She said that you stopped You-Know-Who!"
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Harry nodded. "I did, but it's no big deal. He's gone now."
Harry sighed, remembering his fight against Voldemort in his seventh year at Hogwarts, and finally defeating him with the help of Ron and Hermoine, of course, and many other people.
The girl was about to say something more when the voice of the announcer spoke again.
"Level seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club, and Ludicrous Patents Office."
Harry held up his right hand and gave a little wave, smiling in relief. "Sorry, my stop. Gotta go." He stepped out of the lift and could hear the tiny girls gasp from behind him.
Rolling his eyes, Harry headed down the corridor. Posters of the Quidditch teams were tacked up along the walls and people scurried about, some with brooms, others with papers and pens.
Stopping in front of a large door with the name 'Puddlemere United Headquarters' on the front plaque, Harry knocked. When he didn't hear a response, he slowly pushed open the door.
To his surprise, Oliver Wood sat at a long wooden table with a dark haired girl sitting across from him. She reminded him of Cho Chang a little. Her long black locks fell to her shoulders and she had a pure crystal blue tint to her eyes. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
Oliver smiled a dazzling smile. Oliver Wood always was quite handsome. His brown hair was flat, unlike Harry's, and he had the most penetrating eyes. In school, the girls were all over him, not only because of his good looks, but he was Captain of the quidditch team and a great Keeper.
Oliver stood up and held a hand out to Harry, which Harry took and shook. "Welcome Harry! Didn't know if you were comin' or not." A thick Scottish accent framed his velvety voice.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."
The pretty woman cleared her throat and gave a soft smile. "You must be Harry, then. Potter? If I'm correct. I'm Tai Leing. Captain of Puddlemere United, Chaser."
She extended a hand to Harry which he took, surprised at her firm grip. She smirked at his expression and pulled back. "The rest of the team should be here shortly, so you could just take a seat if you'd like."
"Thanks." Harry sat down next to Oliver and they began to chat amongst themselves about the past months. Tai also started in on the discussion but was disrupted when four more people entered the room and hurridley took seats around the table.
"Your all late, you do realize this right?" Asked Tai rhetorically.
A dark skinned girl with black braided hair gasped for breath. "We ran for it Tai! Honestly! We got stuck in a group of muggles who thought the tefelone booth thing was a real phone!"
Harry coughed a little. "Telephone."
The dark girl looked up, as if recognizing Harry for the first time and broke out into a grin. "Harry! Long time no see, mate! How ya been?"
"Good, Angelina. You?"
"Grand!" She smiled sweetly and turned back to Tai who was glaring daggers at her.
Angelina Johnson had been the Captain of Hogwarts' Gryffindor quidditch team in her seventh year. She was very good, but she and Harry had never kept in touch.
"Well, not that we're all here..." Tai started, staring pointedly at Angelina. "I would like to introduce our new Seeker. Harry Potter."
Everyone gave claps and cheers, shaking hands. Harry even knew some of the people on the team, besides Oliver, Tai, and Angelina. Marcus Flint was on the team as a Beater. He and Harry never really got on well, considering Marcus was Slytherin Captain.
Tai calculated a smile and walked to the corner of the room and lifted a beautiful Firebolt into her hands. "Shall we go practice then?"
Harry stood on the Quidditch Pitch with his new team members. They were going over strategies and passes. Soon, Tai dragged out a large trunk lined with leather and locked. She smiled at the team before she undid the bolts.
When she opened it, strapped in were several different sized balls. The Bludger, looked quite leathery, a great contrast to the snitch, a small golden bird-like ball. Fluttering wings and shimmering metal.
First, Tai nodded in direction of the goals. "Take your places. Be ready when I let the Bludger out. We'll play three on three... I won't play yet. I'll watch and correct, alright?"
They all nodded and murmured in agreement. Tai looked over her team. "Wood, Potter, and Flint... versus Johnson, Roarke, and Milton. On three..." Her hands reached for the leather strap across the Bludger and carefully, she unbelted it and struggled to keep it in her arms.
"One..." She staggered back. "Two...." The Bludger continued to fight against it's captor. "Three!" At that moment, Tai's arms flew forward and the Bludger out of her hands, into the air towards Oliver.
She then released the other Bludger and then the Quaffle. Last but not least, she set out the snitch. It fluttered around like a butterfly in the golden July sun.
Harry ducked as the Quaffle came at him. Marcus Flint sneered and moved away from Harry, lifting his club to swing at an incoming Bludger. He hit it successfully and it passed right through a goal that Angelina was guarding.
Tai gave a small clap and stood on the end of her broom, floating just high enough to watch closley. "Harry! Go for the Snitch!" She shouted, putting her hands around her mouth to echo.
Harry smiled and lunged on his broom for the golden ball flying like a butterfly, just below Oliver's goal. This year was definatley going to be interesting.
The World Beyond The Veil
Sirius couldn't help but become overwhelmed as he heard this small girl's story. She spoke of Apocolypses and demons. She had died and was revived. She bedded a vampire! That part she left quite vague, but Sirius Black put two and two together... Sirius had long gone into his life story.
He spoke of The Mauraders, and as he spoke, he almost felt like he was reliving it. Buffy seemed so interested in everything he had to say.
"So is this Voldie guy dead?"
Sirius frowned. "I can't be sure. He was very powerful when I was killed, by one of his 'minions'. Bellatrix. Well - cursed. But.. fell back into the veil. Anyhow, I can't be sure of anything from wherever we are. It's been three years. Harry may be..."
He couldn't get the words out. Sirius knew Harry was still alive. He had to be.
"And uh.. You didn't kill Peter right?" Buffy asked skeptically and Sirius shook his head.
"No. I was framed for the murder" He cringed at the thought of Peter escaping and he, Sirius, getting put into Azkaban for fourteen lonesome, dreadful years.
"That's wrong. I promise, when we get out of here, I will help you and your godson." Buffy smiled and Sirius shook his head gratefully.
"No. I couldn't let you. You have too much to handle, and I highly doubt we'll get out of here."
Buffy frowned and pushed herself up off the murky grey floor. She stood and looked around. She began to walk towards the purple mists, trying to walk through, but it kept holding her back. Sirius also stood to his feet and sighed in a frustrated manner. "It's not going to help, Buffy! I've been here for three years and I've tried everything."
She didn't believe him and continued to pound against the misty walls. "No. There's always a way. I learned that a long time ago. There's always a way around it. Always."
Buffy turned to look at Sirius and narrowed her eyes. "Have you tried to contact Harry? At all?'
Rolling his crystal eyes, Sirius shrugged. "I don't have an owl with me."
Buffy scrunched up her brow in confusion. "What does an owl have to do with anything?"
Sirius was becoming a little more annoyed, trying to explain to this petite blonde girl the customs and rules of the Wizarding World. "Owls. That's how we deliver letters. Our mail."
Hazel gems grew large and Buffy grinned. "Really?! How come all we get is a post man." She frowned. "So unfair. And we have to do the dishes by hand! That's just not right."
Buffy was so interested in hearing about the wonders of the wizarding world that she couldn't wait until they got out of this dimension and back to her own. She would pick up Willow and the gang and they would visit Sirius! Although, Sirius highly doubted that the two of them would get ouf of this mess they were stuck in.
Chapter 5 - The Funeral ... Harry's dinner with Ron & Hermoine...
