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Summary: On October 31st, 1981, Harry Potter and his twin sister, Elizabeth were orphaned and Lord Voldemort was destroyed. Or so it was hoped. Dumbledore, fearing together the twins would make an easier target split them up.

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Chapter Five: Diagon Alley

Disclaimer: See Chapter One

A/N: Okay so it's been over a year. So if I lost a good majority of my readers, I get it. Also I finished writing this chapter last night at 1 am. So if there are spelling and grammar mistakes I apologize.

Some of the Scoobies will be introduced in the next chapter, as it is where Buffy will board the train to Hogwarts. And… well, enjoy.

Chapter Five: Diagon Alley

Buffy willed herself to sleep. But it was as if this night before Christmas Eve and the idea of shutting her eyes for even the briefest moments seemed impossible amidst all this excitement swirling around her. Yes, Buffy did recall that it was not too long ago when she was considering running away, changing her name, and joining the circus to escape the truth about her past. A truth, which now that she had thought about it, Buffy had always sort of known in her heart. She was special. And not in the way her mother told her she was special, though that was always nice to hear. No, she was actually special, unique if you ignored the fact that her brother survived the same curse that was. Still, she felt ready for whatever was to come. Dragons, Vampires, a whole legion of Death Eaters… Nothing would keep her from going to Hogwarts come the start of the term. Nothing would keep her from realizing her full potential; she was a Potter after all.

Buffy felt a strange pang of sadness at that thought sometimes. Did it make her less of a Summers now that she knew she was a Potter? Did that make her and Dawn not sisters? Did that mean she couldn’t love Joyce like she was her mother? Confused, Buffy told herself that she was being stupid. She was as much of a Summers as she was a Potter. Giles had said it himself. Though, Buffy was the spitting image of her birth mother, she was every bit Joyce’s daughter as well.

When morning came on the day she’d get to spend time with the man dressed in tweed, Buffy had been up hours before the sun, thinking – or rather, trying hard not to think. So with a flashlight in one hand, Buffy memorized what she needed for her first year at Hogwarts.


First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry nametags.

All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potion by Arenius Jigger
Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set of brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.


That last part always made Buffy frown. Buffy Anne Summers, who had been flying as long as she had been walking, could not bring her own broomstick. Her father – Er – Hank had given her his old racing broom, a Nimbus 1001. It was ancient and more than a little worn but it was hers. Buffy knew every dent, every crack, she knew just how far she could push it and just when to pull back. Flying came as easily to her as breathing. And now she’d have to give that up for the time being. She let it go for now. There was nothing she could do but wait until next year when she could try out for the Quiddtich team. She just hoped she was sorted into Gryffindor, like Joyce and her birth parents.

Just as she was going over the list once more, Buffy heard a slight knock on the door. She knew who it was. The man in tweed was back. Excited didn’t even began to cover the kind of elation she felt. There was a connection between them already, a secret they both knew. Buffy was still unsure how to act in front of Giles, it was hopefully a level of awkwardness that Giles was not aware of.

She opened the door, a grin splitting her face, from ear to ear.

“Giles!” she said excitedly. Perhaps too much so. But Giles only chuckled, placing a fatherly hand on her shoulder and her smile grew brighter.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

Buffy nodded. “Do you want to pop in and see mom? Dawn’s been asking about you too.”

Giles smirked. “Your sister has, has she?”

“Yeah, she thinks it was brilliant the way you handled Malfoy. I think you may be her new idol.” Buffy told him. At least Dawn didn’t hate him. It was her sister’s way. She disliked anyone new coming into their lives and disrupting the natural order of things. Buffy, on the other hand liked change. She was every bit the social butterfly. And a little excitement never hurt anyone.

“Merlin help her then,” the man in tweed joked, lightly. The pair laughed.

“It’s good to see you two are getting along.” Buffy didn’t need to turn around. She knew the sound of that voice very well. It was her mother’s.

“Hello, Joyce,” Giles greeted, with a soft smile.

“It’s good to see you again, Rupert,” Joyce replied. Buffy didn’t like the way Rupert sounded. Giles was not a Rupert in her humble opinion. He was a Giles. Yes, Giles was a Giles. No one could tell Buffy differently.

“I was about to take Buffy to Diagon Alley,” Giles said.

Buffy looked between them. There was something going on. Something that confused her. She didn’t know what was going on. But it was something. She told her curiosity to let it go, because she had a feeling she didn’t want to know.

“Have fun. And beware of her pout. You’ll want to give her the world if she makes that face,” Joyce warned, playfully. Giles laughed. But Buffy frowned. Her mother had given away one of her trade secrets.

“I’ll do my best, but if it’s anything like Lily’s I doubt I’ll be able to resist,” Giles replied. Buffy’s smile returned. Every time Giles said she was like her birth mother in some way, her eyes twinkled with pride.

“Yes, well. In any case, try not to come back with all of Diagon Alley. I scarcely have enough room around here as it is.” Joyce giggled.

Yup, something was going on. Buffy didn’t know the last time she heard her mother giggle, if ever.

“Ok, mom. I guess we’ll be go-”

“MR. GILES!” Dawn squealed as she ran down the stairs. “It’s good to see you, again… I’ve been practicing that spell you cast on Malfoy. Just the wand motions since I can't have a wand yet or use magic. But when I do…”

“Dawn, that spell I used was meant to save Malfoy, not to humiliate him. Magic is used for defense and to help those who cannot help themselves. Not to punish our enemies,” Giles explained.

Buffy could see Dawn absorb the information, processing it to figure out how she felt about it. When Dawn nodded, she knew that Giles had avoided a debate with her six year-old sister.

“Ok… I’ll just have to wait until Malfoy sets himself on fire again.” Dawn’s words made Buffy’s heart sunk into her stomach. She had set Malfoy on fire. Not on purpose, it was of course an accident. But that didn’t mean that Buffy could forgive herself. She should have been in control.

“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen,” Giles replied.

“Dawn, go on. We’ve wasted Mr. Giles’ time enough. Now go get dress if you still want to go with me to the gallery,” Joyce told her youngest.

“Bye, Mr. Giles! Bye Buffy.” Dawn called over her shoulder as she raced back up the stairs.

“Have fun, Buffy.”

“I will, mom.” Buffy turned to leave but stopped. She turned around, running toward her mother and put her arms around her. “I love you, mom.”

Joyce hugged her back. “I love you too, Buffy. Now, go. Tell Mr. Ollivander I said hello.”

“Who?” Buffy asked, with a confused look.

Her mother smiled. “You’ll see.”

On the way to Diagon Alley, Buffy mostly listened to Giles talk. He told her a little about Hogwarts, what to except her first year, and who she must be when she was around her twin brother, Harry.

“Buffy, you must remember that no one is to know that you are Elizabeth Potter,” He has said for the millionth time.

“I know, Giles.”

“I mean it. You are one of seven people that know the truth. You have a responsibility. A duty to not just to your brother but to yourself and the whole of the wizarding world. Buffy, you alone must carry this burden. I can only prepare you for the trials ahead.”

Buffy’s were ablaze with anger. “Prepare me? Prepare me for acting like I don’t have a brother? Like he doesn’t matter? Like my world wasn’t turned upside-down…” Her voice got quiet. “Go ahead… prepare me.”

Something must have shown on her face because the next thing Giles said both surprised and comforted her. “Buffy… I know this is difficult. But I know you’ll be able to do this. I have complete faith in your abilities.”

They spent the rest of the car ride in silence. And Buffy let her thoughts drift. She imagined a life where her brother and her were together, with Joyce, Giles, and Dawn. Their lives would have been filled with magic and more importantly love. A soft smile graced her features.

It wasn’t until Giles called her name that Buffy realized the car was parked. She blinked at him as her mind refocused. She was stunned at what she saw. A shabby, dark building that looked like it might be dirty. Yet, it hummed with magic. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck.

“Buffy, are you alright?” Giles asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Soon you and I will have a talk about your magical abilities. I find it curious how sensitive you are to magic,” Giles told her.

“Do you know what’s wrong with me?” Buffy asked, hoping for answers.

Giles frowned at her question. “There’s nothing wrong with you Buffy. In fact I think it’s quite the opposite. There’s something very special about you.”

Buffy smiled at his words but they both knew she still unsure. Giles didn’t press the issue any further and they got out of his car.

“Do you know what this place is?” Giles asked.

“No. It looks like a pub,” Buffy replied.

“Well, it is a pub. It’s called the Leaky Cauldron. Most don’t know that it’s here without looking for it. I must admit I still have trouble finding it some days,” he confessed.

Buffy looked him for a moment and then continued toward the dank pub. The first person she saw made her heart stop. She didn’t need to be told who this was. She knew. Every witch and wizard knew him. It was Harry Potter, her brother. But only Buffy and Giles knew the truth.

“Is that Rupert Giles?” Buffy’s gaze drifted to the very large man standing next to Harry. He was taller and wider than everyone in the pub. He was a half-giant but she felt like he had magic within him too.

“Harry. Harry, come on. I wanna introduce ya ter to one of the finest wizards I know,” he had to the Boy Who Lived.

“Hagrid, old man, you flatter me,” Giles said with a chuckle.

“Harry, Rupert Giles. Rupert, this is--”

“Harry Potter. No need for a proper introduction. I knew your parents, Harry. Fine very people.” Giles told Harry, his tone solemn. Buffy watched her twin brother as he absorbed that tidbit of information. It became clear to Buffy that it wasn’t the first time he heard something like that today. Still, she could see him swell with pride.

“You are the very image your father. Save for the eyes. You have your mother’s eyes,” Giles continued when he saw Buffy gawking at Harry. “Harry, this is Buffy Summers. This will be her first year at Hogwarts as well.”

“Er… Hello.” Harry extended his hand toward her. Buffy looked down at his hand and then back up at him before she mirrored him. Her hand wrapped around his and for a moment she was completely still; she didn’t even take a breath. She expected something magical to happen, something otherworldly. Really any indication that they had some kind of bond. There was nothing. No, divine light, no swirl of magical force. Nothing.

“Uh… Hello,” Buffy said with a soft smile, withdrawing her hand. “You’re going to be a first-year too. This is exciting.”

“Har! Hank and Joyce’s eldest, what do yer know,” Hagrid said, pulling Buffy’s focus away from her brother. “You know I knew your parents. Joyce was a good witch. Better than most in her class.”

Buffy smirked when Hagrid said nothing about Hank. He probably held him in the same high esteem she did. “Thank you.”

“Well, we really must be going,” Giles said, quickly. “Hagrid, as always it’s been a pleasure. And Harry, I’ll be seeing you at Hogwarts.”

When Harry shot Giles a confused look, Buffy added, “He’s the librarian at Hogwarts. It was nice to meet you, Harry.”

“You too – er – Buffy,” he called to her as Giles pulled her away. When she looked back she saw a small man wearing a purple turban approach Harry and Hagrid. And almost immediately her head began to ache and fear settled low in her gut. She had a bad feeling about this man. She just didn’t know why.

When they were safely out of earshot of anyone, Buffy inquired about the man in the turban.

“That is Quirinus Quirrell. He’ll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Though I can’t understand why. Poor man faints when he gets too frighten. Which is more often than one would like a DADA professor to. He took a year off to get first-hand experience of all manner of dark arts. Ever since he came back from his sabbatical he's been more shaky, if you can believe it,” Giles explained. He glanced at her for a moment, for a moment Buffy thought he was going to ask her why she asked. She didn’t want to have to lie to Giles. She just didn’t know how she could explain why didn’t like a man she had never met.

“Uh… Giles… why did we walk to a brick wall?” Buffy asked.

“Be patience, and I’ll show you,” Giles replied. He pulled out his wand and tapped one of the dark colored bricks. And what Buffy saw next completely astonished her. Giles had punched a hole through the wall and it was growing; first the size of her fist, then her head, then wide enough her sister to squeeze through. It grew until there was no wall, only the streets of Diagon Alley.

“Wow…” Buffy whispered. Her family had only ever used portkeys to get to Diagon Alley.

“Come along then, Buffy. We have much to do. And so very little time to do it in,” Giles told her pushing her along. She looked over her shoulder and caught glimpse of Harry looking at her. She smiled and mouthed ‘Goodbye.’ He mirrored her with a little wave.

“Buffy, that was careless,” Giles said, abruptly.

“What was careless?” she asked.

“You know what I’m talking about. That interaction with Harry. You need to steel your heart. No one must--”

Buffy glared at him as she cut him off. “—know who I really am. I know Giles. Can you let me be eleven for five seconds? I just saw Harry for the first time since…”

She could see that she had penetrated him. Giles went silent. After a moment, he spoke. “I’m sorry, Buffy. It’s too much to ask of a child. It’s too much to ask you to act like someone you are not. If I had my way you wouldn’t have to. But it’s not up to me. And unfortunately it’s not up to you. I’m sorry.”

Buffy sighed and wouldn’t say a word until they entered Madam Malkin’s Robes for all Occasions.

“Giles… I… I’m glad you’re here.”

Madam Malkin was a nice enough witch. They spoke about her mother’s first visit here, and her father’s. The robe maker expressed her surprise when she had found out that Joyce was going to marry Hank Summers.

“A muggle-born witch marries a wizard from an old pureblood family. Almost unheard of in those days,” Madam Malkin had said. Buffy couldn’t help but think of her birth parents, Lily and James father. She wondered how hard it had been for them before her and her twin were born. She doubted that the Potters were like Hank’s parents; stuffy old people with old-world views. She would cringe every time they spoke of human-born witches and wizards. Buffy was just glad when Joyce told her she didn’t have to visit them if she didn’t want to.

“Well dear, I think we’re finished. Have a seat while I whip up something for you,” the magical tailor said.

Buffy took the only empty seat. To her right was a young girl around her age, with dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin. She had this bored look on her face when Buffy approach. Like she had been waiting for hours.

“Hi,” she said when Buffy sat down. “I’m Cordelia Chase. Is this going to be your first year at Hogwarts?”

Buffy nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh, that’s great. It’s mine too. My parents are so excited. They hope I get sorted into their old house, Slytherin,” Cordelia told her, happily.

“My dad was in Slytherin,” Buffy replied.

“Really? What’s your name?” the other young witch asked.

“Buffy. Buffy Summers.” She almost cringed at the sight of Cordelia’s eyes lighting up.

“You’re Hank Summers’ daughter. He was in the same year as my parents. They all used to be good friends until he started dating that mu— your mom.”

Buffy’s eyes narrowed. She knew what Cordelia wanted to say. And that made her insides boil. Didn’t know if she wanted to yell at Cordelia or punch her. Then she thought, why choose? She could always do both. Then Buffy replayed what happened the last time she felt this angry and the look on Malfoy’s face when his robes caught fire. She couldn’t - wouldn’t let that happen again.

It also helped that Madam Malkin picked that moment to tell the girls their robes were ready.

Cordelia got up first. “I have to go. I’ll see you on the train. Maybe we can hang out. I’ll show you who not to talk to unless you want to ruin your reputation.”

“Sounds lovely,” Buffy replied as she rose from her seat. She couldn’t wait to put distance between her and Cordelia Chase.

Buffy and Giles walked around Diagon Alley, picking up everything else that Buffy needed for her first year. All that was left was her wand.

“Oh, for that we’ll have to go to Ollivander’s,” Giles said.

“Ollivander’s? Like the Mr. Ollivander my mom told me to say hello to?” Buffy asked.

Giles nodded. “I got my wand from him. As did your parents and the Potters. He is a master of his craft. He’ll see that you are fitted with the perfect wand. And as you take care of that, I’ll have a little time to pick something up.”

Buffy pushed the wand shop’s door open. It creaked and groaned almost as if it was alive. In fact this whole place felt alive. It was almost electric, its energy lightly buzzing along her skin.

“Buffy Summers…” she heard a man’s voice call to her, before a man that she assumed was Mr. Ollivander emerged from the back of his shop. “It seems like it almost yesterday I had your mother in here. Rowan, 11 inches, Unicorn Hair core. Good for counter curses. Yes… and your father, Hank. Elm, 14 inches, Dragon Heartstring. A fine wand for charm work.”

Buffy didn’t know what to make of the old wandmaker. He seemed friendly enough. And she wasn’t getting the same feeling from him as she had when she saw Quirrell. She wanted to trust her instincts. But between his desheveled appearance, his crazy hair and sounds his shop door made, Buffy was more than a little terrified of the man.

“Er… My mother told me to tell you hello for her.” That seemed to make Mr. Ollivander smile.

“Tell her hello as well. Now what wand should you have?”

In the moments to come both Buffy and Ollivander would find out how difficult that question was. Every single wand he had chosen for her didn’t work. One wand broke one of his windows; the other set his business ledger ablaze. Pretty soon, Ollivander was out of options, and Buffy was beginning to think she wasn’t going to find the right wand.

“I wonder…” the wandmaker said, before rushing off to the back. He re-emerged moments later with a dusty box. He opened it, revealing a slender wand. The wood it was made from was a deep reddish brown color, smooth, with a shiny finish. The wand called to her. She could feel it pulling her toward it.

“Go on, try it out,” Mr. Ollivander told her.

Buffy reached out to grab the wand. Only when she held in firmly in her hand did it hit her with its full force. This was the wand for her. Magic fluttered around her, filled her up. And Buffy felt whole, complete.

“Curious. Very curious…” the wandmaker said.

“What?” Buffy asked. “What is it?”

“I remember every wand I've ever sold, Ms. Summers. Every single one. It so happens that this wand is very special. It is curious that you should be destined for it when its core has never been used to make another wand. You see, Ms. Summers it is the wand’s core that make it unique,” Ollivander replied.

“What’s the core made out of?” Buffy was a little worried. She almost didn’t want him to answer her question but she had to know.

“The hair from the tail of a Thestral,” he replied, speaking as if she should know what that meant. “Threstrals are winged horses. Considered dangerous by the Ministry of Magic. And they do not give their tail hairs freely. It’s said that a thestral hair core makes the wand unstable, dangerous to use. I highly doubt it. Threstrals are kind creatures. They have a bad reputation because only those who have seen death can see them. You see, it is the wand that chooses the witch, Ms. Summers. It’s not always clear why. But I think it’s clear that we can expect great things from you. Very great things, yes.”

Buffy left Ollivander’s feeling hollow. A cherry wand, 13 inches, with a Thestral Tail Hair core. She should have been thrilled but she wasn’t it. Buffy didn’t want to be unique, special. She wanted to be normal and have a normal life. Well as normal as any other witch could have.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Buffy.” The sound of Giles’ voice made her smile in spite of herself.

“I’m alright. Just light-headed,” she lied.

“Hopefully this will make you feel better,” he said, holding up a cage with a small black owl inside.

“I know I wasn’t supposed to spoil you. But I missed all of your birthdays, I figure that this brings my debt to the present,” he jested.

Buffy wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Giles.”

Giles chuckled, hugging her back. “You’re welcome, Buffy.”

Alright, chapter five down. I hope it was to your liking. Anyways, that next Chapter is Chapter 6: Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, where Buffy will meet her future scoobies. I also have some surprises in store for Chapter 7. Some characters that didn't appear in BtVS until later seasons. I don't know if those characters will be a part of the story until later in the series. But for now, I hope you enjoy it. I do plan to finish this series. Hopefully I'll have another chapter finish this week.
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