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Summary: A story in which there are a slew of long-lost relatives, suppressed magical potential, surprises, and a whole lot of coincidences...if there is such a beast. OCs. OotP/AU Ats S5. Rated mostly for language.

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Prologue: How It All Began Part 1: Never Give Up

To Anyone who has been reading this story: I am finally done editing what I have written and making my chapters (which were becoming successively longer) a more normal length. Almost every chapter I had previously posted has had something changed in it, but I don't have enough time to get all my chapters posted at once. There WILL be chapters that I have never posted before, but I can't promise when I will get them up- I am a full time college student with a part time job and thus have almost no, what do you call it? Free Time? Whatever that is, I don't have any of that, so chapters will get posted as I have time. Sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy the story!


Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own anything having to do with Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or matter how much I might wish otherwise.

1. You don't like OCs
2. You don't like stories where characters from Buffy/Angel find out they're related to HP characters
3. You don't like stories where Buffy/Angel characters are Hogwarts alumni
4. You don't like stories where Buffy/Angel characters find out they have magical abilities/talents

Warning: Contains excessive swearing by multiple characters- you have been warned! :)

Spoilers: Buffy Season 1-7, Angel Season 1-4, and HP Book 1-4

Setting: Takes place mostly during Angel Season 5 and HP OotP. Angel Season 5 is AU, OotP will be close to cannon, but with some minor changes. (Note: In this, Harry & Co are born in 1987/88 and graduate Hogwarts in 2006, MWPP & Co are born in 1965/66 & graduate Hogwarts in 1984)

Pairings: Lots, including various OCs- if you want to know specifically READ, or ask & I might tell...maybe. ;)

A/N: My OCs have become so ingrained in HP in my mind that I can't write anything remotely related to HP without them, so if you don't like, don't read. Oh yes, and many of my OCs are a joint creation with LunarPhoenix13 (LYLAS Phoe!). Here's a brief overview of the main ones:

-Mary Evans-Potter: Harry's twin sister (older by 2 mins), half of The Dangerous Duo, Heiress of Anor, bff of Cassi Black

-Cassiopeia Black (Cassi): Sirius's daughter by Luna Dumbledore, the other half of The Dangerous Duo, Heiress of Merlin, bff of Mary Evans-Potter

-Jessica Martini (Jessi): Remus's best friend, Sirius's lover, famous dancer, 5th Marauder (Spotts), Unattainable (group of G girls same year as Marauders)

-Luna Dumbledore Black: Albus Dumbledore's niece, raised by Albus, daughter of Aberforth Dumbledore, mother of Cassi & Orion Black, wife of Regulus Black, Unattainable

-Gareth Malfoy (Gary)/Orion Black (Rion): son of Luna & Regulus Black, adopted by his godfather Lucius Malfoy upon Luna's death, same year as Fred & George (Slytherin)

-Regina Jordan Johnson (Gina): Angelina's mother, Lee Jordan's aunt, Unattainable

-Alexander Evans (Alex): Lily & Petunia's older brother, raised Mary, Muggle

-Melinda Santos (Lindy): Jessi's daughter by her Spanish husband Carlos Santos, Ginny's best friend, year behind Ginny

-Chandler & Charisma Chance (Chan & Riz): twins from Africa, Chan is Neville's bff, Riz is Hermione's bff, same year as Mary & Harry

~Reviews are welcome & much appreciated, but please, NO FLAMES!~


Prologue: How It All Began

Part 1: Never Give Up

April 21, 1980: Molly Weasley née Prewett was a bit reluctant to leave her infant son with her two rambunctious older brothers. It wasn't that she didn't trust them—because she did—she was just reluctant to leave little Danny Weasley with anyone, really. Danny was only three months old and he was a very small and delicate baby, unlike his big brother Bill; Bill had been much bigger by the time he had reached three months. Bill, her baby boy, her first born, was one and a half and he was already proving to be as much of a handful as her brothers had ever been. Little Danny, however, was another story entirely. Danny was so calm and quiet; he rarely ever fussed or cried, instead he just stared solemnly at the world around him with his big stormy blue eyes, drinking everything in.

"Molly, the boys will be fine with your brothers for a few hours," said Arthur Weasley, snapping his wife out of her reverie.

Molly sighed wistfully at baby Danny, who was sitting solemnly in his baby seat watching his twenty-four-year-old Uncle Gideon making funny faces at him in an attempt to get him to laugh.

"Go on, you lovebirds, have some fun," said Gideon's twin brother, Fabian, shooing his sister and her husband out the door. "Gid an' I've got things under control here. Sides, we got Lil' Billy here to keep us in line, righ' bud?"

"Righ' Nucle Fabby," said Bill, a silly grin plastered across his small, freckled face.

Molly smiled fondly at her firstborn as Arthur ruffled their son's bright red hair. "Alright, Bill," said Arthur fondly. "You take care of your baby brother and your uncles for us, okay?"

"Kay, Daddy," said little Bill, his grin growing even wider and his bright blue eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Be good," said Molly hugging her son tightly. She turned to her second oldest brother. "Fabian—"

"I know the rules, Molls," said Fabian Prewett, putting a comforting hand on his little sister's shoulder. "Don't worry; Gid and I have everything under control. You two lovebirds go and have some fun now, ya?"

Molly smiled at her big brother and gave him a quick hug. "Thanks again, Fab."

"No problem, baby sis."

"C'mon, Molly," said Arthur, smiling at the love radiating from his wife; Molly Weasley had the biggest heart of anyone he had ever known.

"Alright, Arthur," said Molly with a sigh. "We'll be back to pick up the boys around midnight. Please don't let them stay up too late," added Molly, turning once again to her redheaded twin brothers. "Danny needs his sleep; he's a very fragile baby, you know. And he likes to—"

"Molly," said Gideon Prewett, coming over to his sister, baby Danny in his arms, "we know the routine—you've only told us about fifty times tonight alone, not to mention every other time we've done this. You go and have some adult time with your husband tonight. I promise; you have nothing to worry about."

Molly gave a sigh of defeat, hugged Gideon, and kissed baby Danny on the forehead before allowing Arthur to lead her out of the house. Once outside of the wards, the young couple apparated to Diagon Alley in London for their nice, quiet evening out.


"Molly, the boys are fine," said Arthur for what felt like the thousandth time that night. "You just checked on them ten minutes ago and your brothers said they both went to sleep hours ago."

"What time is it?" Molly asked worriedly, ignoring her husband.

Arthur glanced at his watch. "It's 11:55, Molly. Five minutes later than when you last asked."

"We should leave," said Molly, fidgeting slightly.

"I'm sure everything's fine, Molls," Arthur said soothingly as he signaled the waiter that they were ready for the bill.

Molly sighed deeply. "I'm sorry Arthur," she said softly. "I know you must think I'm being terribly foolish, but I just can't seem to shake the feeling that something's not quite right tonight."

Arthur had learned early on to trust his wife's eerily accurate intuition and now was certainly no different. "We'll leave as soon as we get the bill, alright dear?" he said comfortingly.

Molly gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Arthur," she said. "I'm sorry to cut our evening out short, but…"

Arthur took his wife's small hand in his much larger one and smiled gently at her. "It's alright Molly. I can see how important this is to you. We'll go to your brothers,' get the boys, and then we'll go home. Hopefully that will ease your mind some."

Molly nodded distractedly as Arthur let go of her hand to fish around in his pocket for the money to pay the bill. She just couldn't shake the feeling that something was horribly, horribly wrong…


April 22, 1980: It was five after twelve by the time Molly and Arthur finally apparated back to Prewett Manor. Molly shrieked and nearly fainted when she saw what was waiting for them and Arthur wasn't much better off (he didn't shriek, though if the set of his jaw was any indication he desperately wanted to scream): It was the Dark Mark, floating above the charred mansion. Molly broke into a run and burst into the house, Arthur hard on her heels. She froze in horror at the sight before her.

Arthur took one look at the scene and gave his wife's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "I'm going to contact the Ministry, Molly," he said quietly. Molly simply nodded as her redheaded husband left to floo the Ministry, leaving her alone. When the aurors finally arrived on the scene, Molly was still standing frozen in the entry hall staring at the lifeless bodies of her elder brothers, silent tears streaming down her pale face. By the look of the room and the presence of two stunned Death Eaters, the redheaded men had put up a spectacular fight before the killing curses were finally fired (later, after much interrogation and a liberal use of Veritaserum, it would become know that Fabian and Gideon fought bravely against no less than five Death Eaters and went down like the true heroes they were).

Arthur silently walked over to his wife and stroked her short and curly, red hair. "Molly," he said quietly, "the aurors are here." She simply nodded. "They're looking for the boys," he added hesitantly.

Molly looked up sharply. "They-they're not—" she couldn't bring herself to say the dreaded word.

Arthur's normally vibrant blue eyes looked as haunted as his wife's normally warm brown ones. "I don't know," he said quietly, his voice strained. "Th-there are no other bodies, but…" he trailed off, unable to finish the thought. The redheaded couple held each other silently, hoping and praying that their babies were all right.

Molly and Arthur were suddenly startled out of their nearly catatonic state by the cries of an unfamiliar auror. "Oi! We got a live one out here!"

Molly and Arthur started, looking at each other before running through the house and out into the backyard where they found, coming out of the woods, a tall bespectacled man with messy black hair and bright blue eyes. On closer inspection, Molly saw that the black-haired man was carrying a small redheaded boy in his arms.

"BILL!" shrieked Molly, running at full speed to the man holding her eldest baby. Arthur followed his wife, tears of relief running down his pale, freckled cheeks. Molly slowed down as she reached the auror holding her son. "Please, is my son alright?" she asked, fear flooding her voice.

The auror turned his piercing azure gaze on the redheaded woman. "He's alive, Mrs. Weasley," he responded kindly, "but he's received a nasty blow to the head. I don't know just how bad it is; I think the best thing would be to take him to St. Mungo's as soon as possible."

Arthur held out his hands to take his son from the black-haired man. Once he was safely in his arms, he seemed to relax a bit. "Thank you," the twenty-two-year-old man said sincerely before turning and heading back to the house.

Molly didn't move. "Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Weasley?" asked the bespectacled man gently.

Molly turned her tearstained face to the older man. "It's Molly," she said. "Thank you, Auror…"

"Potter. Christian Potter, but you can call me Chris."

"Chris. Thank you for finding my Bill. But…" she trailed off, tears pouring down her face.

"What is it?" he asked gently, putting a comforting hand on her back.

"M-my baby!" she sobbed. "D-did you find him?"

Chris was confused. "Your husband just—"

"No!" cried Molly. "My Danny! H-he's only just three months old! He's so small, so fragile…he never cries, you know. Not even when he's hungry or scared…please, where's my baby?"

Chris looked sadly at the small, sobbing, freckled woman in front of him. "I'm sorry Molly," he said softly. "We haven't found anyone else…" He looked at the distraught Molly Weasley and his heart broke; he couldn't imagine losing his son James, or the baby he and his wife were expecting in six months time. "I promise, we'll do everything we can to find your son—I'll do everything I can," he said resolutely.

Molly looked up at her little boy's rescuer, a miniscule smile flitting briefly across her grief-stricken face. "Thank you, Aur- Chris," she choked out. "Please, please find him. I-I know he's alive, I just know it…don't ask me how, I just have this feeling…"

Chris smiled softly. "My wife calls that a mother's intuition; she's the same with our son."

Molly blinked. For all she was a mother and a wife, she was still only a twenty-year-old woman who had just lost her brothers, her protectors. It was nice to have someone besides Arthur to care about her.

"So I'm not crazy," she said softly.

Chris smiled slightly. "No, you're not crazy Molly. If you need anyone to talk to, feel free to contact me," he offered, hoping to bring this broken woman some small comfort. "Or if you need another woman to talk to, feel free to contact my wife; she's a healer at St. Mungo's. Her name's Joan Potter.

Molly sniffed and gave the tiniest of smiles. "Th-thank you, Chris," she said softly. "It means a lot to know that you care, even though we're practically strangers."

"It's no problem, really Molly. Besides, I know Arthur from work—he's a good man. He talks about you and your boys all the time, you know."

Molly gave a small, sad smile. "I-I'd better go; I need to see how Bill's doing," she said. "Th-thank you again, Chris, f-for everything."

"Let me know how that son of yours is doing, alright?" he said, giving the young redheaded woman a quick hug.

"Of course," she whispered. "A-and please, find my baby. Please."

Chris nodded, his throat constricting with emotion. "I'll never give up, Molly, I swear it."


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