Chapter One

Ch. 1

Malfoy and goons walked into the compartment of the Hogwarts Express that they had been using since the first year. To the surprise of the only one in the trio with enough brain power to generate such an emotion, there was a small blond girl with blond in muggle clothes, not less, curled up in his seat, a brown shoulder bag on the seat beside her.

"This is our compartment." Draco said scathingly, wrinkling his nose as he stared down at her.

"And who are you then?" She said with a condescending half smile, uncurling calmly.

"Malfoy," he said with pride, expecting to get a little of his own back, "Draco Malfoy."

Her smiled turned cold and hard, and he felt a shiver start at the small of his back, and barely kept it from running through him..

"I should have guessed," she said softly, her voice cold and quiet, and his stomach squirmed at the sound, "Your have your father’s hair."

"You know my Father?" Malfoy asked, surprised that the girl, with her yank accent, and muggle outfit, had ever met his dad.

"I have had the displeasure of meeting," Her lips contracted to spit out the name like the vilest of curses, "Lucius Malfoy."

"I can only hope," she continued, and she stood up, "that your hair is the only gene of his that you inherited." Grabbed her bag, she slipping around him and out of the compartment before he could react.

Buffy wandered out of the section she had been in, trying to repress the hows and whens of her meeting with Draco’s father. She felt a quick tug of regret over judgement him on the sins of his father before remembering the sneer he had given her. She sighed, pushing the meeting down in her mind, and opened the door to the next compartment, spying a solitary open seat. She dropped into it, still absorbed in thought.

“Umm… hello.” Hermione said in surprise at the intruder.

The blond girl looked up quickly, “Oh, sorry, do you mind…” she trailed off with an intake of breath, staring at Harry.

“You him,” she breathed, staring into his startled green eyes, “I didn’t think you were real.”

Because Hermione managed, if only just barely, to refrain from rolling her eyes at the newest groupie, she noticed the odd expression on Harry’s face. Like he too recognised her from somewhere, and was equally surprised to find her real.

Buffy started to reach her hand out, but paused, “What’s your name?” she asked, still feeling like the whole thing was surreal.

“Wait,” Ron said, “You don’t know who he is?” he asked, confused, especially since she had just been all with the ‘it’s yous!’

“No. I thought they were just dreams…” she trailed, eyes returning to Harry’s face. He watched a brief sadness cross her face, and the sight of it unsettled him. “What dreams?” he asked, hoping to distract her.

She pulled in a shaky breath, “You’re gonna think I’m nuts, but from the time I can remember till when I was seven I had theses dreams. I never remembered what happened in them, but they always left me knowing two things: my name and that he would save me.” She said her piece quietly, never meeting his eyes.

“Was I…” he trailed off, but she understood and nodded silently.

“You dreamt of Harry since you were little?” Ron asked, at the same time as Hermione voiced her own question, “why would you need a dream to tell your name?”

Buffy let out a stilted laugh, “I had an… interesting childhood,” she said, finally meeting the trio’s gaze, before turning her gaze back to Harry, “Harry, huh?” she said, obviously changing the subject.

He let it pass, and moved on, “Harry Potter.” He introduced himself. She paused, and then asked, “like in the books?” and on his nod stuck out her hand, “Buffy.” She said simply, her last name long gone.

Their hands touched and their eyes both became lost focus on the world before them as sights and sounds marched across their brains in unision.

“Harry, Meet your new sister, Buffy.” Lily said, smiling at the child lying next to her on her birthing bed, as she held her baby in her arms, introducing her children for the first time.

“Harry will always protect you, precious girl.” The proud father said to the infant in his arms, smiling benevolently at the small two year old that puffed with pride at his words.

“Let send her to your mothers,” Lily said, smiling at her cozy family “Spend some time with just Harry.”

“trip, uff” Harry said around the three chubby fingers still in his mouth as he waved his other hand at his little sister leaving in Grama Potter’s arms.

“rry.” Buffy replied, using the only word she knew.

“No, not Harry,” Lily said, throwing herself in front of the sickly green light aimed at her son, eyes turning cold before she fell to the ground.

Buffy and Harry pulled back their hands abruptly.

“Did… did you see that too?” Harry asked in trepidation.

Buffy just nodded, a lone tear sliding down her face.

“See what Harry?” Hermione said worriedly, looking at Buffy with distrust.

“Hermione, Ron.” Harry said, taking a deep breath and turning to his two best friends, “I would like you to meet Buffy. My younger sister.”



Point of Intrest: In this story, there will only be 4 seats in a section. And their birthdays are switched. Harry will now be Capricorn on the Cusp of Aquarius, which I take to be late January, say the 27th and Buffy will be uh… July 31, ish? Buffy is in the same year as Harry, with about 8 months between them (she was premature) When she was taken she was 2 and he was almost three, I don’t know about the mental development of kids, so if their behaviour or speech is odd for their ages, ***Raspberry**