Never Normal
Rating: PG 13 – FR 13
Pairings: Buffy/Harry, Ron/Hermione
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Buffy characters, series storylines, etc - they belong to their respectable creators.
Timeline: Post-Chosen for Buffy. Post-OotP (fifth book) for Harry Potter… therefore no DH spoilers. This would be because it was after this book that I wrote this. Buffy was 22 at the end of the series, so we'll say that she meet Harry shortly after and married him. Their daughter is about 3. And Harry was born in 1980 and Buffy was born in 1981, so we could just say that no time has changed and they are 26-27 now! This means Harry has been gone for nearly a decade. (He ran off after Sirius died, I believe).
Summary: Buffy and Harry Potter have long pretended to be normal, their past secrets hid from the other. But reality came into play as their daughter is kidnapped, husband and wife must try individually to find a way to bring her back, while pretending to be normal for the other.
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Last time on Never Normal
"I know where she is."
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"Then would you be as to kindly bring her here to play with Lily." Draco nodded his head before leaving the chambers. He knew the question had been a command.
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"I think she's at Hogwarts."
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Chapter 8:
Family
Giles sat waiting fir the infamous trio to arrive. He was worried about what would happen. He was sure of that. Although after so many years, he only hoped that everything had changed. He had left that world and now he had no choice but to go back to the same one that destroyed his family. Her mother, his muggle father, his older brother, and Rupert himself.
Giles remembered a time when he had had it all. He had been happy. But they killed her. Basil Riddle, a girl of only four. She had loved everything about life and it turn, life loved her. But that little girl, his niece, his beautiful niece, had been slaughtered. And all because she was destined to have power, so much strength, she was to change the world. So the ministry killed her, took her sleeping form and slowly killed her, crushed her every fiber in her body so that no one would try to bring her back.
Tom had been furious. And despite his muggle wife's wishes, he left. And he went on a murderous rampage. He was set to kill every ministry worker, anyone who got in his way. And soon he forgot his pregnant wife, his other daughter, and life it self. It had become an obsession and the world turned him into the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.
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"Ceris!" Draco called from the bottom of the grand stair case. The small child came into view within a matter of seconds.
"Yes Papa?" She looked at him with a hollow gaze that sent shivers down Draco's spine.
He should have told her it was all a lie. He should have told her that he was not the one that she hated. He was the opposite. He was a good guy; at least he wanted to think so.
"Someone would like you to play with her," He told her in a hushed voice.
"Of course Papa," she replied before gliding down the elegant steps. "I've wanted someone my age to play with for awhile. She is my age, right?"
"Yes my love."
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"Yo, G-Man!"
"Hello Xander," Giles nodded at Willow and shook his hand with the still very childish man. At that he wrapped his arms around Buffy's small form. She returned it gratefully.
"So Giles, why are we here?" Willow asked with desperate curiosity.
"I thought we should go to England."
The three looked at him with a questioning look in their eyes. Willow, although, was the first to get out of this confusion. "Giles, you do know that this has no connection what-so-ever with the airport?"
Giles brought a smile to his face. It was a small smile, a sad smile, but it was true. "Yes, Willow, I'm well aware, but I thought we didn't have that much time. Therefore," He pulled a pen from his tweet coat pocket and then continued, "A port key will get us there much faster."
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"Well then, I suppose were off to school!" Ron exclaimed before jumping into action to clean the remains of the spell from Lilia's room.
Harry shook his head. "We don't have time. We have to go. Buffy won't come in here to check, she's too busy with her friends trying to deal. The only way she'll deal is when we get Lily, so let's go get her."
All the actions stopped and Hermione nodded her head. "I agree." With that said, the three forms disappeared with a pop.
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"Um, Giles, where exactly are we?" Willow stared at the room. It was an elegant room that looked to be quite old. It was a Victorian style room with Knight's armor and gargoyles decorating along with a large portrait hanging on the wall.
Those in the painting in front of them seemed to be wearing old, expensive clothes. And, Willow thought the people in the portrait almost looked like they were, in fact, looking at them. One older man appeared to be wearing a suit. The woman and two boys were wearing what seemed to be green robes.
In a smaller portrait next to the large one, another family smiled at her. Like in the large picture, all occupants wore green robes. It appeared to be the older boy in the first picture grown up with a family of his own. A wife and two daughters of his own.
On the other side of the large portrait, a mix of large and small family portraits lined the walls as far as she could see disappearing into darkness at the end. They aged older and older as they stretched back. "Giles, I repeat, where are we?"
Giles had an emotionless look upon his face when she turned to him. His dark lips were formed in a straight line and his light eyes gave even less feeling away. Willow could sense something entirely wrong, entirely strong welled up inside him.
"Willow… Xander, Buffy, this is my family estate."
Buffy looked one again at the largest painting and stared at it in a knowing gaze. "That's you, isn't it?"
"Yes Buffy, my parents and my older brother… and me."
Xander stared at it with curiosity in his eye and his lips found themselves in a sly smile. "Haha, little Giles is wearing a dress!"
Giles seemed to flinch before defending his ego. "No Xander, it was a robe. I am much too manly to wear a dress."
"Little Giles doesn't look too manly though!" Xander edged on.
Buffy and Willow both let out a light laugh which echoed softly in the room. Giles turned to his slayer and her friend and a fatherly smile came to his face when he heard this. His neutral slate, that had been pasted on his face, fell.
And for a moment, all four of them were back in Sunnydale High School library. They were back to the time that they believed they would be able to beat everything that came up against them, back to when they believed that evil would always lose and good would always triumph. And for that moment, they were invincible.
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"My dear Lily, I have brought someone here for you to play with." Voldemort hollered through the beautiful chamber. In moments, a small girl bounced down one of the grand staircases to meet the person he had brought for her. "Aw, Lilia, this is Ceris. She's come to play with you today."
Ceris smiled gently at the younger girl. She glanced up at her father with a neutral look upon her face. It was just how he had taught her. Her father nodded at her. Ceris forced herself to look away from him and back to the girl.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to beg him to answer her. She wanted to know why he had delivered her to the enemy, the Dark Lord. She wanted to know why he let him touch her and use her. But she didn't ask. She didn't speak a single word. She did exactly as her father had told her. She remained emotionless… empty… hollow… lifeless. She was just like her father. At five-years-old, she was exactly like her father.
The little girl grinned and ran up to her. Lilia grabbed her hand and pulled. Ceris wisely allowed the toddler to drag her up the stairs and into her room.
Voldemort laughed at the young child's joy. He turned to Draco with a fatherly look upon his face. "Thank you, Malfoy."
The look disturbed Draco. He breathed in to control his pounding thoughts. And he nodded at him, his voice indifferent it anything around him, "When may I collect my daughter?"
Voldemort laughed once more, this laugh cold and powerful, no hint of the caring note left, "When I say you can. Leave."
Draco closed his eyes in terror and turned saying only what he must, "Yes milord."
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Notes: Review please!
Also for all of you, I added a slightly longer chapter. I was going to cut the last two scenes out of this chapter and start them in the next one. But I decided since my computer went all wacky that I would be nice and put this chapter up instead of cut it for an apology for the longer wait.
I enjoy seeing this develop, so I hope you all are too!