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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Chapter 9:

Plans

"Are you sure they're here Hermione?" Ron asked his wife.

"No! Ron, I'm not sure. It's just what the spell said!" Hermione yelled at him frustrated. She sighed and quickly whispered an apology for her out burst. She felt guilty that she had drawn them to a red heron, only a dead end.

"We'll find Dumbledore. We'll ask him for his help," Harry told them, seemingly not upset.

"He'll know what to do!" Ron exclaimed before turning to look at the two worried faces of his companions. "I hope."

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"We plan to take on the school. I know that they will be there, they will come. And we will take out every one of them. They will never kill anyone again." Voldemort sat on his throne talking to a shadow standing behind him.

"Sounds fun. When we doin' this now?"

"Tonight."

The shadow stepped out of the darkness. Dark hair flashed in the candlelight and care-free face sat beneath it. "Five-by-five baby, five-by-five!"

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"So where are we off to?" Buffy asked her father-like figure. She tucked an old, but beautifully crafted sword into the hilt at her side. Several stakes found their way into pockets that showed no indication of the weapon hidden within them. And she shoved a small dagger into her boot.

Willow, Xander, and Giles readied themselves with similar weapons of their own. The old, classy weaponry came from a dark chest that Giles had brought out. He had told them it was his family's favored collection. Buffy had told him that they could go back to his house in California and grab their normal ones. He said there was no time and that these would work just as well, if not better.

"I really don't want to know why you had had all these," Xander smirked looked at the malice and chain at the bottom of the chest. "Or how you got them either."

Willow looked down before seconding him. "Dido!"

Both Giles and Buffy laughed. Then Buffy asked again where they were going.

"We're going to my old school. I'm almost guaranteed they'll be there by tonight."

The three looked at him in confusion. Then all three burst out with different questions and remarks.

"Why?" Willow.

"How do you know that?" Buffy.

"A school? Why does it always have to be a school!" Xander.

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Ceris Malfoy stood in the doorway of the young girl's bed chambers. It was beautiful. Ceris, who had her own lovely room, was very impressed. The bed was a canopy bed. It had a pink veil, and matching pink dressings. A small dark wood table sat at the center of the room, child sized matching chairs surrounded it. A silver tea set on a light pink table cloth adorned it. Her bedposts and armoire were that of the same dark wood.

The most wonderful thing that Ceris found in the room was none of this. The most wonderful thing that she saw was the collection of toys. Jealousy fluttered through her. Stuffed toys and dolls littered the wooden floor like seashells littering a beautiful beach.

Ceris envied the small girl. Voldemort loved her. It seemed that even the dark lord cared more about a child than her own father. He, Lord Voldemort, had wrapped his arms around the two of them when he introduced them. It seemed as if the man she had feared for all her life was not as bad as everyone had said.

Ceris tucked her shoulder-length hair behind her ear and stepped into the blond-haired, little girl's room. "Hello, I'm Ceris Malfoy."

The girl turned, a large smile on her face. "I'm Lilia Joyce Potter! But mommy and daddy call me Lily unless I'm bad!"

Ceris stared in shock. She thought she had misheard the young girl. "Potter?"

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Notes: Review please!

Sorry for the shortness of the chapter.

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