(This chapter was betaed by KatieRebecca of Perfect Imagination.)
Summary: Buffy is sent back in time, to search for the lost ‘Nephilim dagger’ the only known weapon capable to kill her powerful new enemy. She has only 1 year to accomplish her task. Will she join the newly formed Order or the Phoenix or...
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belong Joss Whedon; the rest is the property of JK Rowling.
Present time: Post Chosen & Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. (June 2003)
Past time: June 1986. (Three years before Harry’s birthday.)
Thanks for the reviews!!! All your suggestions are being considered.
Enjoy and please review, it feeds my muse.
After the meeting ended, Buffy cornered her cousin and his friends. “OK guys, I want details, which one of you is the werewolf?”
“You’re the slayer, can’t you tell?” Remus asked her, glaring and crossing his arms in a defense attitude.
Buffy frowned at his posture, not wanting to accept what her instinct was telling her. “I can only sense a werewolf when the demon is in control. I mean, I’d never suspected my friend Oz was a werewolf, and we used to hang every day.”
“It’s me.” Remus confessed looking down as if he suddenly found his shoes interesting somehow. “Fenrir Greyback bit me when I was 7 years old.”
Buffy closed her eyes and sighed in defeat; she wasn’t surprised with his confession, and without thinking, she enveloped him in a big tight hug. “I’ve never killed a werewolf, but now this Greyback is on my hit list. Believe me, if I saw him again, I would kill him.” Buffy muttered angrily.
“Buffy, I’ve been accident-prone enough lately without adding broken ribs to the list.” Remus gasped, surprised at her actions, but at the same time glad that she cared. He could not explain it, but she stirred some feelings within him, though not the same feelings Sirius was so vocal about. Still, they were feelings nonetheless.
“Sorry.” She let him go reluctantly. “I got a little carried away.”
“That’s ok, I’m glad you care.”
“Of course I do!”
“Excuse me…Buffy,” Arthur’s wife, Molly interrupted. “Sorry that I’m interrupting, but may I have a word with you?”
“Sure, Molly, we were finished.” Buffy waved her goodbyes to Remus and his friends, and walked towards Molly, “What is it?” She clearly heard Sirius demanding an explanation of why Remus was hugging his bride to be, and she groaned and covered her face with her hands. Molly was visibly smirking at her plight, but thankfully, she did not tease her about it.
“I just wanted to tell you that I…I won’t be coming to any more meetings for the time being.”
“What up with the happy smiles? Come on, you know you can tell me. What is it?”
“You see, after you saved my Arthur’s life, we’ve been, uh…very enthusiastic in expressing our love, and now I’m pregnant for the fourth time.”
Buffy face lit up at the happy news. “Congratulations, Molly, that’s wonderful news. I just hope you weren’t very…very enthusiastic or else you’ll turn up with twins.”
“One baby is more than enough, believe me, I just hope he or she will be as well behaved as my little Percy.”
“Do you realize, you just jinxed yourself, Molly dear?”
Molly opened her eyes in mock fright. “Don’t say that!”
Buffy chuckled. “How far along are you?”
“Not much, we’re expecting this baby by the end of March, or the first days of April. We’re thrilled.” Molly paused. “That leads us to the actual meaning of this conversation.”
“It’s nothing bad, I assure you, it’s just that Arthur and I would like you to be our baby’s godmother.” Molly waited until the woman in front of her digested the news properly. “So?”
“You do? I’m touched!”
“Of course we do, that why we are asking you, now do you want to?”
“Want to? Absolutely! That’s if I’m still around.”
“What do you mean ‘still around’?”
“Oh, you know, the life span of a slayer is not very long. Don’t make that face; I’ve known all along. In fact, I’m on borrowed time.”
“Don’t you dare to say something like that again!” Molly, gasped horrified.
“Sorry, I won’t mention it again. Well…not in front of you. I would hug you, but I don’t want to hurt my godsons,” Buffy said, winking mischievously.
“There is only one baby! I can guarantee you that, I know about these things. Oh, by the way, do you remember my brother Fabian?” At Buffy’s nod, she continued, “He has a small cottage he never uses in Hogsmeade. He is a bit odd and prefers to live in Muggle London -well, that’s not important. The thing is, I asked him if you could live there for a time, and he said yes. It’s not much, but it’s better than living in an inn.”
“Yes…If you promise to keep the place in one piece.” Buffy forgot about Molly’s condition and flung herself at her arms, hugging Molly.
“Agreed! You’re an angel!”
XXXXX XXXXX XXXXX
For Buffy, the following two weeks were excruciatingly long, and awfully lonely. Sleeping was still a problem, and she rose early on the Saturday morning, giving herself added hours to find something to do. After doing her weekly shopping, which was minimal for one person, Buffy spent more time than usual cleaning her cottage just for something to do. She wasn’t used to this inactivity, it was driving her nuts. When she started rearranging perfectly tidy drawers out of sheer boredom she sat down on her bed with a disgruntled sigh. “God, what the hell am I doing this for?” No matter how lonely she felt, she wasn't going to be reduced to that way of life! She needed a job, or else…
A knock on the door brought her back from her reverie. It was Lily Evans carrying a duffel bag. “Hi Buffy, may I come in?” Years of dealing with vampires made Buffy wary. She simply moved aside, indicating to Lily that she could come in. Vampires couldn’t enter a home without a spoken invitation, but Lily entered without a problem.
“Can I help you?” Buffy said, eyeing Lily’s luggage.
“Can...I spend the night here? My sister kicked me out…I don’t have a place to go, and Gringotts is closed so I don’t have money…and I…”
“Lily…it’s OK, you can stay here. Mi casa es su casa.”
“Thank you, Buffy. It’s only for tonight. I’ll go to Gringotts tomorrow and start looking for a place to live.”
“You can stay here as long as you want. I don’t like to be all by myself. This place is big enough for the two of us.”
“You mean it?”
“Yes, I mean it…did you have a fight with your sister or something?”
“I’m sure it is her husband’s fault. Petunia isn’t like that. Our parents left their house to the two of us, but Vernon always wanted it; he got a lawyer to impugn the testament, and throw me out.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your parents, Lily. This is your home now, for as long as I am here.”
“Thank you, Buffy.”
XXXXX XXXXX XXXXX
The unexpected hooting of an owl made Buffy jump off the bed. Now who could send her a message? She wondered, and hurried to pick the letter on the owl’s leg. It was a message from Millicent Bagnold, the current Minister of Magic; she was requesting a meeting with Buffy as soon as possible. Buffy wrote her answer, asking the Minister to meet her in the Three Broomsticks for lunch in an hour.
Madame Bagnold came with a young man; he introduced himself as Cornelius Fudge, Junior Minister of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Although the name Fudge seemed familiar, Buffy couldn’t place it.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand why the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes is interested in me.”
“We received an anonymous letter saying the slayer was living here in Hogsmeade and most importantly, was interfering with our war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, so we needed to investigate,” Fudge informed her.
“Are all anonymous letters believed? So, you’re telling me that if I send an anonymous letter saying you’re a moron, everybody will know for sure it’s true?”
“Miss Summers, this is not a joking matter. Impersonation in our community is a crime; you cannot pretend you’re the slayer to gain favors when it’s not true. Quentin Travers said the current slayer is Japanese. Despite the fact that you’re very short, you don’t look Japanese to me.”
“Hey! I resent the short remark!”
Cornelius ignored her outburst and continued, “If you are what you claim to be, where’s your Watcher? I would like to speak with him.” Fudge was getting insolent, and Buffy was about to retort in an acidic way, when she suddenly remembered that Fudge was the Minister of Magic in her time. She had to act wisely and try not to piss him off.
“My watcher is…he is, uh not with me anymore. I never said I was the current slayer! I’m just a slayer. Mr. Travers is correct; the Japanese girl is the current slayer, not me.”
“Two slayers at the same time, it’s not possible, it’s against the rules!” Cornelius replied indignantly.
“I drowned a few years back and died for like a minute, I was brought back with the aid of CPR, a Muggle procedure of resuscitation; since I was technically dead, a new slayer was called.”
“So, are you some type of freelancer?”
“Not at all, I’m working directly with the Powers That Be.” Two sets of eyes widened, and jaws went slack.
“Powers that Be! You’re telling me you’re in direct contact with the Powers?” Miss Bagnold asked in awe.
“Not directly, but through conducts.”
“Such as?” Buffy could see Fudge’s animosity was fading and that he was getting pleasantly excited by the minute.
“You know, the usual: oracles and balance demons,” Buffy replied calmly.
“The Powers That Be sent you here?”
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise!”
Millicent Bagnold looked directly into her eyes. “In that case, the Ministry of Magic would be honored if you considered joining our Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”
“What? Madame, you can’t be serious, how can we know for sure she’s telling us the truth!” Fudge exclaimed. “Calm down, Cornelius, Dumbledore sent me the letter. He said he was positive on Miss Summers’s slayerness and suggested she could work with us.”
“I’m standing right here,” Buffy said in annoyance. “That old fool of Dumbledore is so going to hear from me,” she muttered to herself.
Madam Bagnold hid a smile behind a napkin, “So, Miss Summers, will you join us?”
“Doing what exactly?”
“Tracking Death Eaters with our Aurors. I know you’re not a witch, but your tracking and fighting techniques must be incredible. And as a slayer you could easily dodge curses.”
“Madame,” Cornelius protested again. “Bartemius Crouch would never approve it; she doesn’t have the necessary Auror training…”
“She’ll be an honorary Auror. Cornelius, leave Mr. Crouch to me.”
“Still standing here,” Buffy sing-songed at Cornelius.
“I’ll think about it,” she promised the Minister.
“That’s all I’m asking. Say when, and I’ll send Rufus Scrimgeour, head of the Aurors, to test your skills.”
XXXXX XXXXX XXXXX
Dumbledore and Alastor convinced Buffy to join the Aurors; they were being massacred by death eaters. It was a dangerous request, but they were confident in her skills. After passing Scrimgeour’s test , which included some vampires and a couple of demons, with flying colors, she had her clearance as an honorary Auror. Entering her home, she carried in a box containing the Auror’s distinctive uniform.
“Hello, slayer! Long time no see.”
“Whistler, I’d say it’s good to see you again, but it’s not,” she said.
“At least you didn’t threaten me this time.”
“What are you doing here?”
“The Powers sent me to tell you not to kill Voldemort; it’s not for you to kill. It’s someone else’s destiny…”
“You’ll find out when you return to the future.”
“By any chance do you know where the damn dagger is hidden, so I can’t get away from here?”
“Don’t worry about the dagger, you’ll find it when the time is right, when it’s meant to be.”
“Are you telling me to stop looking for it?”
“Please…you haven’t even started to look.”
“I was going to. So in the meantime, I help Aurors track Voldemort?”
“Yes. And don’t stop helping the Order. They need you.”
“And…in my spare time I’ll kill vampires, demons and stop apocalypses,” she said with heavy sarcasm.
“No, that’s the current slayer’s job. Try to have some fun, you deserve it, kid.”
XXXXX XXXXX XXXXX