Series: 23 for 23
Title: Seventeen: The Ghost at this Grave
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own the World Walker, Joss Whedon owns btvs, JK owns HP.
Spoilers: Series for BtVS, HBP for HP.
Series Summary: Twenty-three stories and crossings of worlds (read: insanity) to celebrate twenty-three years.
Part Summary: Two misguided 'youths' meet in a graveyard.
Words: 384
A/N: First quote comes from the fourth into, second comes from Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper. Is not connected to the previous fic prompt.

Dedication: To nsahdmdto for the fandoms and prompt.

23 for 23
Seventeen: The Ghost at this Grave

The World shifted slightly to the left and it had nothing to do with the copious amount of liquor involved at all.

Sometimes you picture me, I'm walking too far ahead.

It was a particularly bad idea for them to be milling along the graveyard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was a wanted man, she a deceivingly weak-looking female. Had anyone approached them, they would have learned quickly that basing those assumptions on appearances was a poor use of logic. Both were known killers, after all.

"You need to get gone, S," the lean brunette glanced warily over her shoulder.

"A moment, if you don't mind," the older male sneered over his shoulder.

"Look, you wanna get caught, it ain't no skin off my nose. I'm just not in the mood for killin' these days."

"Were you ever?"

"Some days, many moons ago," she said quietly.

"He asked me for this," his head bowed as allowed his anger to show.

"How long you gonna pay for some stupid shit you did in your youth, S?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Look, we all fuck up lots. I'm not say I'm innocent, yo," Faith Lehane crossed her arms over her chest. "Bottom line? He asked you for it."

"And that's supposed to clear me of my guilt."

"He was dying. There was no comin' back from that. He bought you and that kid as much time as he could. And he knew he could use all that guilt you got built up from Lily."

"You know -"

"Nothin'. Cause I ain't ever been in your shoes?" Faith snapped. "Bull. Shit. I've done bad things and you've done bad things, but what do you wanna bet that he's done bad things, too? Maybe even in the name of 'good'? Because sending a man - who's already wracked with guilt over the death of the girl he loved, by the way - to pull a Kevorkian on him and rip apart that man's soul seems kind of twisted to me."

"It was to save the boy."

"Which one? Was Dumbledore still saving Harry, or was it Draco this time? Or the memory of Sirius and James? When was he ever going to put the state of your soul first, Sev?" Faith spat.

"He sent you to me," Snape glanced over at the far-too younger woman, his eyes gone bright at her outrage over the state of his soul. "Perhaps, that's what they call balancing the odds?"