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Summary: She’d smirk, if it wouldn't give her away. Slytherin himself would've loved her plan. "Maybe we need a vote, to see who wants Faith to have a turn in charge." "That's a great idea."

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredFuerGrissaOstDraukaFR15810,05526526,5064 Dec 0722 Nov 08No

Chapter One

Title: “That’s A Great Idea”
Author: Fuer Grissa Ost Drauka
Rating: T, FR-15
Pairing: Will have some Faith/Harry
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it
Spoilers: I don‘t know if it can really be considered ‘spoilers’ now, but it starts off in Buffy: season 7 “Empty Places”.
Status: Incomplete
Summary: She’d smirk, if it wouldn't give her away. Slytherin himself would've loved her plan. "Maybe we need a vote, to see who wants Faith to have a turn in charge" "That's a great idea."
Feedback: always appreciated

Chapter 1:


“I don’t understand this, for seven years I’ve kept us safe by doing this - exactly this - making the hard decisions, and- and now, what? Suddenly, you’re all acting like you can’t trust me?” Buffy tried to shrug off the sense of déjà vu that nagged at the back of her mind. The entire debate had had an almost familiar quality to it, as if she had seen it all played out before.

“Didn’t you say to me today, you can’t trust us? I mean, maybe there’s something there that should be addressed.” Giles’ words echoed in her mind. She knew she’d heard him say that before, but when?

“Is that why you sent Spike away? To ambush me?” The familiar words rolled off her tongue before she could comprehend what she was saying. Wait… Spike!

“Oh, come on.” After Spike had turned everyone against her and each other for Adam, she’d started having dreams.

“You know what, I am sick of your deal with this Spike guy. This isn’t about him; this is about you. You’re being reckless.” Dreams where her friends turned against her.

“What?” At the time they had seemed like something her mind had invented to help her work through the insecurities that their willingness to turn on her had sparked.

“You are. Man, I don’t even know you, and I can tell. You are so obsessed with beating Caleb, you are willing to jump into any plan without thinking.” She had shrugged them off.

“That’s not what I’m doing.” She had done her best to put the dreams out of her mind.

“Well, that’s how it feels to us. People are dying.” She had put the whole incident behind her and moved on.

“Kennedy-” After a couple weeks, the dreams had stopped.

“Why are you always standing up for her?” She remembered them now - it was hard not to when she was reliving them.

“I’m not.” She knew what was happening… what would happen.

“What do you mean, you’re not?” They would kick her out of her own house.

“With everything that’s happened, I… I’m worried about your judgment.” Her mind whirled as she analyzed every conceivable angle of the situation, struggling to keep the situation from spiraling out of control.

“Look, I wish this could be a democracy. I really do, but democracies don’t win battles. It’s a hard truth, but there has to be a single voice. You need someone to issue orders, and be reckless sometimes, and not take your feelings into account. You need someone to lead you.” Her mouth ran on autopilot. The words flowed as if they were from a carefully scripted play. In a way, they almost were. …someone to lead…

“And it’s automatically you. You really do think you’re better than we are.” …someone to lead…

“No, I-” That was it!

“But we don’t know. We don’t know if you’re actually better. I mean, you came into the world with certain advantages, sure. I mean, that’s the legacy.” She knew what she had to do.

“I-” She would have smirked if it wouldn’t have given her away. Her plan was one that Slytherin himself would have loved.

“But you didn’t earn it. You didn’t work for it. You've never had anybody come up to you and say you deserve these things more than anyone else. They were just handed to you. So that doesn't make you better than us. It makes you luckier than us.” She would give them what they wanted.

“I’ve gotten us this far.” They no longer trusted her - if they ever did. That was okay though. She didn’t trust them either.

“But not without a price.” There was someone she did trust though. Someone who was just a call away.

“Xander-” For once, she was glad for Whistler and the Powers’ interfering. Without them she may not have met him.

“I'm trying to see your point here, Buff... but I guess it must be a little bit to my left... 'cause I just don't.” He would come. It was as sure in her mind as the rising and setting sun.

“Look, I'm willing to talk strategy, OK, I'll hear suggestions on how to break this down, but this is the plan. We have to be together on this or we will fail again.” He always there for her when she needed him. Just as she was always there for him.

“We are clearly demonstrating that we are not together on this.” It was who they were. They had both lost too many people who were close to them to do anything else.

“Which is why you have to fall in line. Look, I’m still in charge here!” Buffy mentally shook herself. It was almost time.

“And why is that exactly?” Because it’s my bloody house, she mentally scorned.

“Because I’m the Slayer.” Not that they’d understand what that meant.

“And isn’t Faith a Slayer too?” Faith is beginning to understand it, but she didn’t trust her inner Slayer enough to let herself merge with the Slayer yet.

“What? Whoa, whoa, whoa, so not what I meant. I'm not in charge chick. I think B here needs to just...chill out for a little bit, take a siesta or something, but I'm not the one you want.” Here it comes…

“Maybe we need a vote… to see who wants Faith to have a turn in charge.”

“That’s a great idea, Kennedy,” Buffy said. Everyone looked shocked that she had stepped down so easily. Faith had a “deer in the headlights” look on her face.

“Have you lost your mind, B? I’m no leader.”

Buffy shrugged with a slight grin. “You are now.” The grin faded. “And I don’t appreciate my sanity being questioned.”

Kennedy snorted. “Consider it questioned.”

Buffy shot her a glare. “Now that I’m not the leader, I don’t have to worry about setting a bad example if I kick your ass, you know.”

“B, can I talk to you outside for a minute?”

Buffy shrugged. “You’re the leader,” she said with a half-smirk.

Faith growled and grabbed Buffy’s arm, dragging the older Slayer outside with her. “What the hell are you trying to pull, B?” Faith demanded as soon as the door was closed.

Buffy gave Faith her best confused/innocent look. “What do you mean?”

“Cut the crap, B. I’m not falling for the dumb-blonde act this time.” If Buffy was surprised, she didn’t show it. “You’re planning something.”

“Faith, if I was planning something that I didn’t want anyone to know about, do you really think I’d say what it was?”

Faith had to acknowledge that Buffy had a point there. “Why did you give in to Ken so easily though?”

Buffy shot her an incredulous look. “You really don’t get it?”

Faith shook her head. “No, I don’t. Why didn’t you just tell them all to go to hell?”

“You mean besides not wanting to give them coronaries?” Buffy smirked as she moved to lean against the porch rail. “Because I’m sick of it.” At that moment, she looked as exhausted as she felt. “One moment it’s, You have to be a leader, Buffy. You have to make the tough decisions. You can’t let personal feelings or attachments get in the way. Then the next they’re all, Where do you get off making these kind of decisions for us? It’s like they forget that I’m human.” She took a deep breath to calm herself. “Half of the time, I’m just one step away from walking away from it all with a smile and a pleasant but heartfelt ‘screw you’ thrown in for good measure.” She looked up at Faith. “They were about to throw me out of my own house.”

Faith looked stunned. “They wouldn’t do that.”

“They would. Slayer dreams. Dawn says the actual words, but the rest of them are all for it.”


“Yeah,” Buffy sighed. “They do have a couple good points though. I don’t trust them anymore, and you do deserve a shot at being the leader.”

“B, I-”

“You’ll do fine,” Buffy smiled. “You should get back inside,” she nodded towards the house. “They’re probably all fighting over who gets the last Hot Pocket, or something as equally insignificant.”

“Nah,” Faith smirked smugly. “I already got that.”

Buffy chuckled as Faith walked back into the house. When she was sure the younger Slayer wouldn’t be coming right back out, she went over to the tree that stood in front of the house, and swiftly climbed it. From a branch by the roof, she swung gracefully onto the overhang that jutted out below her window. The window was unlocked like always and she climbed through the window into her room. She pulled a small mirror out of her dresser. “Harry?”

She didn’t have to wait long before a familiar face smiled at her from the mirror. “Buffy.” He took in her appearance, and a worried frown settled on his face. “Buffy, what’s wrong?” His concerns rose even higher when she didn’t answer. “Lizzie?” A few tears escaped, making their way down her face. “Are you at home?” She nodded. “Bedroom?” Another nod. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

The mirror turned blank once more. He was on his way. All she had to do now, was wait.


She didn’t have to wait long before she heard the soft ‘pop’ that marked his arrival. In just a few moments, Buffy was in his arms as she told him about everything that had happened the past few months.

Harry held her tight as she let go of everything she’d been bottling up inside. He wished she would’ve called him sooner, but he knew how fiercely independent she could be. It didn’t matter. He was here now, and he wouldn’t let the First, Caleb, or anyone else hurt her now.


Dawn had to do a double take as she passed by her sister’s room. There was a guy in Buffy’s bed. With Buffy! A guy who didn’t look familiar. Since when did Buffy bring home random guys? And when had she even had time to go picking up guys?

Someone crashed into her, momentarily pulling her thoughts away from Buffy and her guy. “What’s with the statue impersonation, pipsqueak?”

“Faith! It’s- It’s nothing. Nothing to see-”

“Damn,” Faith said appreciatively as she caught sight of what had caused Dawn to stop short. “B, sure knows how to pick the good-looking ones. Why don’t you leave B alone for now. Pretty sure she wouldn’t appreciate you barging in and waking her up now, would she?”

“I wasn’t…” Dawn trailed off with an irritated sigh. “Fine,” she stormed off.

Faith shook her head as she closed Buffy’s door all the way.

To be continued...


Author's Note: I know I said that I'd put Electus Nex (sequel to Flash Point) up next, but I need to get my crossover word rating up first. I hope this'll kinda make up for it.
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