I own nothing here – those characters and other references from the Harry Potter world are still the property of JK Rowling, and those from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are still the property of Joss Whedon. This prologue contains excerpts from Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire, which I do not own.A.N:
HERE IT IS! The sequel to Key To Marauding, set during Order of the Phoenix & I think fairly easy to figure out what’s happening. Just rest assured that all that happened between Dawn’s 5th year and Harry’s will be revealed in due course - let me know if it’s confusing though. I can make no promises regarding update regularity, but due to much pestering (thank you Alyssa, Amy & Scott) I decided to put this two-part prologue (which has been written since about chapter 20 of Key to Marauding) up.PROLOGUE- the part where the whole damned mess begins
He’d actually done it. He couldn’t quite believe he’d shaken hands with Snivellus
, but he didn’t really have time to process it. Or wash his hand. Voldemort was back, and Sirius knew what that was like. Minutes were precious, minutes meant everything. Minutes may have been one of the million things that could’ve saved James and Lily.
Dumbledore was organising, giving orders. Sirius forced himself to focus on that, not the past. No matter what, he would do better this time; he wouldn’t let Harry down. It took him a second to realise that Dumbledore was up to giving him his assignment, and when he heard it, Sirius wished he hadn’t.
“Sirius, I need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher, Dawn Summers- the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin’s for a while, I will contact you there.”
Sirius’ head whipped around to stare fully at Dumbledore as he spoke, and the Headmaster did not miss the flinching of the fugitive at the last name on his list. A name that had no doubt not been uttered in Sirius’ presence since his arrest, all those years ago. But what had to be done, had to be done. They needed all the help they could get with the sudden renewal of the war against Voldemort, and old wounds would have to be healed or set aside for the greater good.
“But-” said Harry, staring at the look of intense emotion that had passed across Sirius’ face as Dumbledore spoke that last name, Dawn Summers. Harry frowned, deep in thought. Who was Dawn Summers? Why did just the mention of her name have that effect on Sirius? Whoever she was, Harry decided he didn’t much care at the present. He wanted Sirius to stay. He did not want to say goodbye again so quickly.
“You’ll see me very soon, Harry,” Sirius said, turning to him. He still had that funny look on his face, and he was a little pale now. “I promise. But I must do what I can, you understand, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” said Harry. “Yeah… of course I do.”
Sirius grasped his hand briefly, nodded to Dumbledore, transformed again into the big black dog, and ran the length of the room to the door, whose handle he turned with a paw. Like it or not, he was on a mission.
* * * * *
She lay on the heat-packed sand, letting the sultry late-afternoon air bathe her skin along with the last of the dying sun’s rays. She’d been in Rio for almost two years now, it was the longest that she’d stayed in any one place in over a decade, but the roll of parchment in her hand foretold that she would not be staying much longer. She didn’t need her powers of divination to tell her that.
She crumpled the roll of parchment in her hand, listening to the crunching sound, like soft potato chips. It had been a year since the last roll of parchment had arrived, and that one had been from her best friend, telling her they’d both based the previous twelve years of their lives on a lie. It was just a feeling, but somehow she knew this one wasn’t going to be an easier read.
There were only a few minutes of sunlight left; if she didn’t get her butt into gear she’d either have to risk using a Lumos
in public or go back to her apartment to be able to make out the words. She took a deep breath, told herself that a grown woman wasn’t supposed to be afraid of a little scrap of parchment, and unfurled it. Dear Dawn,
I hope this finds you quickly – I know last year you said it was best if you stayed away, but things have changed. He’s back, Kitten. Voldemort’s back. Dumbledore’s reformed the Order and we need your help. Harry needs you – he needs protection.
Please come, Dumbledore will be expecting you at the school as soon as you can make it. It’s been too long, Dawn. Come home.
Dawn read it twice through, thinking about the last time she’d spoken with Remus. When she hadn't answered his owl right away (what was she supposed to say?), he’d come to her to explain about the switch in Secret Keepers – how Peter had been the one to betray James and Lily to Voldemort, Sirius had been framed. He’d wanted her to come back to Britain. Remus thought that if she went back, somehow she could make contact with Sirius and everything would be like it was when they were kids and Harry would have both his Godparents and his world would be complete.
But she knew that wasn’t how it was going to go. The decision to leave had been made a long time ago, and it had been made for Harry’s benefit. Who was she to waltz back into his life whenever she felt like it? Legally she was still one of his guardians, but in her heart she’d denied herself the claim when he was barely two years old – he was better off without her. And Sirius… She couldn’t even think about it. Think about him. She blinked the tears away before they could take hold.
When her eyes refocused, they were settled on three words of Remus’ short letter. ‘Harry needs you’. It was then that she made her decision, she jumped up and stuffed the letter in her pocket and began the short walk back to her apartment to begin packing.
It was time.
* * * * * A.N:
VERY brief, I know. But hey, it’s a prologue, isn’t it only meant to set the scene anyway? XX