A Misinterpreted Prophecy
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She was about to answer him when Snape looked over at the gravestone next to Joyce and it read:
Buffy Anne Summers
1981-2000
Beloved Sister
Devoted Friend
Looking up at the headmaster he said. "No my daughter is dead as well. I lost everyone and everything that ever mattered to me.
Buffy rolled her eyes slightly and let out the breath she was holding. She was in no way ready for him to find out that she was his daughter. "Well now that we've all said our goodbyes to Joyce lets get heading to the hellmouth, before this spell of yours wears off." Snape and Dumbledore seemed to not hear her, She was getting annoyed. "I said let's go. Ok, I've got an idea. How about we play follow the leader. OOOH I'll be the leader and you guys follow me. Don't forget you gotta do what I do," she said with a twinkle in her eye. Dumbledore seemed to catch on to what she was doing. "So are you guys ready to play?" and she continued not even waiting for them to respond. "I say we skip to the hellmouth, ready... set... SKIP." She started skipping and Dumbledore followed her example. Snape started walking until he found that his feet were planted to the ground.
His scowl became larger. "Dumbledore please remove this stupid spell, I"m not skipping, so just LET me GO and we'll head to the hellmouth." He crossed his arms across his chest waiting for the spell to be removed.
Dumbledore chuckles, "I'm sorry Severus, but I did not cast a spell, so might I suggest skipping and we'll get there faster than this."
Now Snape was staring at Buffy who had a look of complete innocence on her face. "Hey, don't blame this on me, I'm not a witchy girl," she said waving her hands in front of her face, "so maybe it's just the hellmouth, who knows, but maybe you better start skipping." He glared at her even more. "What are you glaring at me for? Fine walk if you want, but Dumble-D and I are skipping. So follow me." She and Dumbledore continued skipping and Snape was now able to walk behind them, a look of annoyance on his face.
All of a sudden Buffy came to a halt, her eyes focused straight ahead. The other two were looking around trying to figure out what was going on. Her voice quiet but strong said, "home sweet hellmouth." She managed to regain her calm and commented, "although it is lacking its normal demon filling. Now who's ready for their first class? Hmmm?" She looked between the two watching the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes and the utter annoyance and ridicule shown on Snape's face.
Playing along with her game Dumbledore was the one to speak. "Well Miss Slayer lead the way to our first class. I'm hoping it'll be history, one of the best classes to learn something in because history is bound to repeat itself." He looked to Snape and smiled before turning around to follow her lead.
"Well if history is what you want than it is what you shall get." She entered the school slowly and paused a moment to try and use her senses to see if any demons or vamps had discovered the return of Sunnydale. Upon feeling nothing she continued on her way. She decided to bring up her best blonde imitation. With an utterly sweet and bubbly voice she continued "well a hellmouth is a convergence of energies, yada yada yada, makes people do all sorts of weird and crazy things. I mean do you have any idea how many gangs we had here that were addicted to PCP? My oh my, I can't believe how people tolerated it. To think after a while all that PCP is gonna kill ya, hence all of our lovely cemetaries which of course you saw on your way in DUH. About once or twice a year they'd all come party here at the school, throw a few things around, destroy this and that, try to end the world, get their asses beat, then the rest of us party at the Bronze. That's pretty much the history of this here hell. Any questions?" She turned and smiled at them, just daring them to question her.
Dumbledore noticed how Snape was starting to tense up at her attitude, after all a hellmouth is a big thing, and needs to be properly taken care of. Putting his hand on Snape's shoulder to calm him he slowly shook his head and she continued on her way down into the school. After a little bit she stopped and moved out of their way. Before them was the opening to hell, just as she remembered it from her dreams/nightmares. Walking forward in disbelief Snape pulled out his wand and was about to speak when she grabbed his arm and twisted it, snatching his wand out of his hand.
"No mojo to be worked around this thing, I refuse to take any chances of it blowing again. So here it is, it's dead and buried, let it lie because trust me, opening this thing will bring forth your nightmares. LEAVE IT BE," she commanded.
Walking towards her and putting his hand on her arm Dumbledore addressed her, "we mean no harm, but we need to make sure it is properly closed so that it will never open again. Trust me, we mean you no harm. Just let him cast one spell and it will all be over with."
She shook her head and let go of Snape, however she maintained her hold on his wand. "You want to make sure it's closed, fine, I'll prove it to you." She pulled a dagger out of her boot and sliced her hand and walked over to the seal and let the blood flow freely onto it. "One hellmouth coming up." As the first drops of blood hit the seal it started to glow and slowly opened for them to look inside.
What was there shocked her to the core...
