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Summary: Ever wonder what reason Severus Snape gave for turning from Voldemort to Dumbledore?

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Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter.

This story is set in the middle and after Buffy seventh season and between Harry Potter Order of the Phoenix and Half Blood Prince. However, the events of Half Blood Prince do not happen. I hope you enjoy. Please review if you like.

“Mom, look!” Eight year old Victoria squealed excitedly. She pointed to one of her dolls which was hovering a few feet in the air. “I can do what Lizzie does now!” She jumped up and down, her long black hair flying. Suddenly the doll fell to the floor. “Awww! I didn’t want it to fall yet.”

“You’ll do it again,” Buffy Ann Snape consoled her crestfallen daughter, valiantly containing a laugh. Dawn and Willow weren’t much help; they were both chuckling.

Victoria stamped her foot angrily, her ebony eyes flashing. “Aunt Willow, Aunt Dawn, don’t laugh! I wanted Lizzie to see.”

“I did see.” Victoria’s twin sister said quietly from the doorway. “I saw, just as it fell. I’m glad, we’re going to both be going to Hogwarts too.” She hugged her sister, instantly calming the more volatile twin. The two curled up together on the sofa and instantly fell into a lively discussion of what Hogwarts would be like and what house they would be sorted into.

“I can see where Vicky gets Severus’s temper,” Willow spoke up. “But where on earth does Lizzie get her even, calm attitude? Neither you nor Severus can be accused of being easy going.

“I have no idea. Maybe she gets it from my Mom.” Buffy replied, shifting her 18-month-old son to a more comfortable position in her arms and looking fondly at her daughters. Both girls were identical and were the perfect little copies of their wizard father. Both had black hair and black eyes and their father’s sharp features. However, their appearances were the only things about them that they had in common. Where Elizabeth was quiet, gentle, and easily frightened Victoria was loud, temperamental, and fearless. Most people assumed that she was the leader of the two until they saw that Lizzie had Vicky firmly wrapped around her finger. Vicky would do anything for her twin and a single reprimand from the quieter sister would have her behaving in an instant.

“Want me to take Will for a while?” Dawn asked quietly, gesturing to the baby.

“Maybe in a bit. He’s almost asleep and I don’t want to move him until he’s completely out.”

“He still giving you trouble going to bed?” Willow asked sympathetically.

“Yeah. He usually does after Sev is home for a few days. He’ll settle down after a while.”

“Little William just misses his daddy,” Dawn cooed, gently stroking his blond curls. Sleepy green eyes peered up at her.

“Dawn, don’t get him riled up please,” Buffy pleaded. “I would like to get some sleep tonight if you don’t mind.”

“Did Severus have any news on how the war’s going? Any luck convincing him to tell the Order about you and letting you join?” Willow asked.

Buffy snorted humorlessly. “Riiiight. Like that will ever happen. Now that Voldemort has regained a body, Sev is even more paranoid. He doesn’t even want us near England and he refuses to tell anyone but Dumbledore about us. He’s terrified that the wrong person will find out and inadvertently let Voldemort know. If Dumbledore didn’t have such good Occlumency skills, my husband wouldn’t have even told him. He’s gotten even worse since Will was born.” Buffy smiled sadly. “I miss him.”

Willow reached over and patted Buffy on the shoulder. “You know he wants to be with you as much as you want him here. He just wants you and the children to be protected. This war will end soon. And hey, you know the good guys always win!” She smiled encouragingly.

The twins suddenly noticed the depressive mood their mother was falling into and instantly came over to hug her and William. “Daddy will be home soon, mom.” Elizabeth comforted. “He’ll help beat the bad man and we’ll all move to Hogwarts soon, ok?”

“We’re going to move to Hogwarts are we?” Buffy gazed at her daughter with amused, albeit watery, eyes.

“Yep,” Victoria piped up. “Cuz, with Daddy teaching potions and you teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, it’ll just make sense.”

“I’m going to teach DADA?” Buffy laughed.

“Uh huh. And Aunt Willow is going to teach Muggle Studies, and Uncle Giles is gonna teach Divinations, and Uncle Xander is gonna teach Care of Magical Creatures.” Vicky smiled confidently.

By this time Buffy, Willow and Dawn were almost rolling with laughter. It was all Buffy could do to hold still for her son. “Well, I see that you have all of out futures planned out for us. I think it’s time you both head to…”

Buffy suddenly trailed off, her head snapping up. Her body became tense and alert. Every Slayer sense was screaming danger. A quick glance at Willow showed that the witch had noticed the same thing.

“What’s wrong?” Dawn asked.

“Something’s here. Something evil.” Willow whispered. “The darkness surrounding us is something I’ve never felt. Not even when I was Dark Willow. All I can tell is that it’s not vampire, which means that it doesn’t need an invitation to come in. It’s heading this way and it’s not alone.”

“Dawn, take William.” Buffy handed her son to her sister. “Willow, you know the drill. Teleport the children to the safe house and then come back and help me.” As she spoke, the Slayer snatched her Scythe from her weapons trunk and took a fighting stance in the middle of the room.

“Alright, I’ll be back as soon as I can. Lizzie, Vicky, come here, and hold onto me tight.” The girls, having been through this drill several times before, knew better than to argue and immediately did as they were told. Dawn, holding tight to her nephew, grasped Willow’s shoulder and the five of them vanished out of sight.

No sooner had they disappeared, than the door caved in, smashed in by the dark witch and wizard standing behind it. “Get out of my home now!” Buffy grated, keeping a tight grip on her weapon.

“Now really, is that any way to treat guests?” A hissing voice came from behind the two in the doorway. They immediately moved out of the way to reveal a pasty faced man with slits for nostrils and red eyes.

Buffy’s eyes widened and she took an involuntary step backwards. “Voldemort!” she gasped.

“You know of me Slayer?” Voldemort whispered. “I am surprised. The Slayers and Watchers have little to do with the wizarding world.”

“Oh, I know who you are. How the hell do you know me and what do you want with me?” Silently, Buffy screamed, Please, don’t let him have found out about my husband!

“It is not your place to question the Dark Lord.” A ratty faced man with a silver arm spat at her.

“Whatever, Wormtail.” Buffy glared. “I am not a simpering coward like yourself. I say what I want, when I want, and I don‘t care who I say it to.”

“And you know Wormtail as well. Curiouser and curiouser. I will indulge you for the moment and answer your question. I am here because I have decided to use vampires and demons in my war against the wizarding world. To do that, I must eliminate the very famous Buffy Summers.”

“You kill me, there will just be another Slayer to take my place.” Buffy said, trying to stall him. Maybe he won't know about the other Slayers. Where are you Willow?

“True,” Voldemort answered, confirming her belief that he knew of only the one Slayer. “But she won’t be nearly as powerful as you, nor as long-lived.” He pointed his wand at her. “Crucio!”

Buffy fell to the ground, gritting her teeth against the pain. Severus had told her about the effects of the cruciatus, but she had never thought it would be this bad. She’d be damned if she gave him satisfaction and scream before she had to. After a few moments Voldemort let up and watched her with amused eyes.

“Stubborn I see.” He cackled. “I would have expected little else from a Slayer.” He pointed his wand again, but this time Buffy evaded the spell.

“You’ll see I’m more than just stubborn, Moldy Shorts!” she taunted, swinging her scythe in a wide arc.

“How dare you!” gasped a silver haired man, affronted by Buffy’s mutilation of Voldemort’s name.

“Oh Malfoy!” Buffy laughed. “You’ll be surprised at what I would dare." Voldemort’s eyes narrowed.

“Your knowledge of who my people are is far more accurate than it should be. I want to know how. Ligillimens!” The spell was cast so quickly that Buffy had no time to evade it.

“Nooo!” she screamed as she felt Voldemort invade her mind. He saw how she met Severus, he saw their marriage and the birth of their children, and he saw countless other events that had been kept secret for several years. She sobbed with frustration and rage. After what seemed an eternity, he slipped out of her mind, laughing uproariously.

“Oh how very, very rich!” he gasped. “I see that I was mistaken in my address before, Mrs. Snape!” The witches and wizards gasped in shock. “I have a traitor in my midst. Tell me Mrs. Snape, where are Severus’ children? I suggest you tell me now. I may grant you a quick death if you do.”

Buffy smirked. “You can torture me all you want, you’ll learn nothing from me. Do you think my husband and I did not make provisions for the day you found out this secret? I am not the secret keeper to my children’s safe house.”

Voldemort ceased laughing. “Very well. Know this however, that I will kill you slowly and very very painfully and then I will call your husband to me and make sure he pays for his treachery.”

Finally Willow returned, her eyes and hair coal black and her fingers sparking with energy. “Oh I think not Dark Lord.” She sent a blast of power slamming into him, knocking him several feet out the door. He did not get up again.

“My Lord!” Bellatrix shrieked, running to his side. “He’s still alive.” she cried to the others. “Quickly, let’s get out of here!” Within moments, the others apparated away.

The darkness faded out of Willow and she turned to Buffy. “What happened?’ she asked, noticing the tears coursing down the Slayer’s cheeks.

“He-he found out about Severus and the children!” she cried. “I couldn’t keep him out of my mind. He’s going to kill Severus and there’s nothing I can do to stop him,” Buffy collapsed to the ground and covered her face with her hands.

“Buffy, listen to me!” Willow knelt down next to her and shook her shoulders. “Buffy!” Seeing that there was nothing else she could do to calm the hysterical Slayer, Willow pulled the blonde’s hands away from her face and slapped her hard. While Buffy stared at her in shock, Willow continued. “Buffy, that spell I used on Voldemort should have killed him and it would have done so in a normal person. But it will keep him knocked out for a few days. That should get you enough time to get to the Order headquarters and warn Severus.”

Buffy took a deep, calming breath. “You’re right. Sorry I overreacted.”

“Buffy, if I was in your shoes, I would have overreacted too.”

“Thanks Will.” Buffy smiled gratefully at her best friend. “Okay, what needs to be done before I can leave? Where is Faith? We’ll need to recall her from wherever she is so that she can watch over the Hellmouth while I’m gone. I’ll need to make arrangements for someone to watch the children. . .”

“Buffy stop!” Willow cut in. “Just go. I can get a couple of other Slayers to help keep an eye on Cleveland until Faith gets here. As for the children, take them with you.”

What?” Buffy gaped.

“Well, the need for secrecy is over. Voldemort knows so there is no point in not taking them. Severus will want to see them and you know that they’ll be more safe at the Order of the Phoenix than here on a Hellmouth. And while we’re at it, Dawn should go too.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Buffy smiled. “All right, let’s get everyone packed. England, here we come!”
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