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This story is No. 2 in the series "Adopted". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sequel to Adopted. Harry's eleven and Dumbledore's time is up. A huge fight begins over the future of the Boy Who Lived between those who want to use him and those who love him.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered
Supernatural > Buffy-Centered
KrysstiniaFR1525,6494429,27515 Mar 1013 Jun 10No


A/N: I don't own any of the recognizable characters. I'm playing in their sandbox.

“Have you got an update for me yet?” hollered President Kinsey.

Gill, Kinsey’s Aide walked into the room and handed him a folder. “This is the latest report of where Ms. Summers is keeping the Potter boy. The list includes Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Madison Heights, Virginia, Logan, Utah, Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and a place in the middle of Alaska.

“A Mr. Snape flooed a few hours ago asking for you, Sir. I assume he called about the Potter boy. I told him that you would get to him when you had a moment.”

“Thank you, Gill. Make sure that you have the Magical Retrieval Squad on standby. As soon as we got a firm lead on Potter, I want to jump on it. I don’t want the AMA to have a way to stop us from getting the boy. Dumbledore’s paid big money to my campaign for the capture of Potter, and I intend to make sure it was worth while,” Kinsey said, pouring a shot of whiskey.

Robert Kinsey smiled to himself as Gill let himself out of the study. All his debts were paid, except the one to Azazel, which would come later. Kinsey wasn’t worried. He’d hand over the Potter boy to Dumbledore so he’d have his ‘little hero’, and when Potter was done fighting for Dumbles, he’d fight for Kinsey. There was nothing that his mommy would be able to do to stop him.

With Harry fighting for Kinsey, no one would question his authority again. General O’Neill would either be forced into retirement, or killed on Kinsey’s orders. The current SG-1 would be replaced with people he personally wanted, and everyone would be required to do things his way. Progress would finally be made, technology would be acquired and shared by all. Life would finally follow god’s great plan for the greatest nation in the history of the world.


“Harry!” Buffy called. “They’ll be here in a few minutes! I need you to clean up your room!”

“Coming!” Harry called back. Directing his broom to the back porch of the house, he few down and jumped off when he was a few feet above the ground.

“Your room, Harry. Then set the table. Sirius almost has dinner ready. Tyler! How’s your room coming?” Buffy asked.

A tall boy walked into the kitchen. “Mom, I just got back from school. My room should be how I left it.”

“It is. You left it a mess. Pick up your clothes and put them where they need to go.” Buffy pointed up the stairs.

Tyler rolled his eyes, but knew not to argue from the look on her face. He quietly followed his ‘brother’ up the stairs.

“You’ve got those two on their toes, don’t you?” Sirius asked.

“I’ve found it’s the only way to keep them alert. Harry will be happy to see Dean and Sam. They haven’t had time to visit for a few months.” Buffy sighed.

To be honest, she was excited as well. Over the past five years, she and Dean had gotten quite close, to Sam’s vast amusement. Harry had gotten close to the two hunters as well, and had come to look to Sam, Dean, and Sirius as father figures. Dean and Sam taught him how to fight ghouls and other paranormal beings while they were home, and he looked forward to each and every lesson. Buffy supervised, making sure that they weren’t teaching him something that she’d have to hit them for later.

Sirius had been learning along with Harry, and occasionally went on a few hunts with the Winchesters. Tyler watched and picked up a few things, but Buffy refused to let him hunt, regardless of the fact that he could take care of himself. Her refusal didn’t stop him from sneaking off and hunting anyway with Sam and Dean. When they caught him, they turned around and brought him back after Buffy called, demanding his return.

But the Winchesters weren’t coming just for a visit. Harry’s eleventh birthday was in a few days. He was already being courted by several magical academies in the United States, and a few from Europe. Hogwarts hadn’t started on Harry, yet, which struck Buffy as worrisome.

Sirius had pointed out several times that everyone in Harry’s family had gone to Hogwarts. Harry should follow and go as well, to get to know the children that had been affected most by Voldemort’s reign of terror.

Buffy didn’t care where Harry went, as long as Dumbledore was no where in sight. She didn’t want him twisting Harry into his tool to use as he saw fit. Over the last five years, they had learned a few things about Dumbledore. He was the one that orchestrated the first attack on her house. Quieten Travers was his nephew, which gave him some leeway with the Council. She didn’t trust Dumbledore.

The sounds of a car coming up the driveway caused Buffy to look up and two sets of feet to fly down the stairs.

The engine was cut off and a few minutes later, two tall men entered the kitchen. Buffy rushed into the arms of the shorter of the two and gave Dean a tight hug. “I’m sure glad to see you,” Buffy said.

She let go and turned to Sam, giving him his own hug. “How’s your luck been?” she asked.

“Daddy!” Harry squealed rushing to Dean and jumping on him.

“Hey there, squirt! How’ve you been?” Dean asked, not giving Harry a chance to answer before he began to tickle the boy.

Harry had gotten big since they last saw him a few months ago. He was almost as tall as Buffy, and, with all the physical training that Buffy, Sirius, Sam, Dean and Tyler had put him through, was compact and wiry.

Tyler walked behind Harry and shook Dean and Sam’s hands. “It’s great to see you again, guys.”

“It’s great to see you, too. How’s school going?” Sam asked.

Tyler scowled. Buffy had made going to school again for at least a few years a condition of her taking him in. She and the Air Force had managed to get him into his senior year, instead of his freshman year. With Buffy and Sam’s help, he managed to relearn what was being taught and graduated with flying colors, which surprised Tyler.

He was now going to school at BYU as a pre-med student. He had thoughts about re-joining the Air Force, and had been offered his old rank back, but had decided that he enjoyed hunting. He wanted something that would be useful on the field, and after seeing how beat up Sam and Dean got, decided that medicine was the best way to go.

“School’s just fine. They tell me that I’m going to be the youngest one to graduate from the program in the spring,” Tyler bragged.

Buffy beamed at him. She wasn’t sure that forcing him to attend school was the right thing to do in the beginning, but she was happy with how it turned out.

“I got honor roll for the last marking period! Look!” Harry cried, brandishing his report card at Dean.

Dean took it and looked through all the grades and comments. Teachers seemed genuinely proud to have Harry in their classes. “Look at this, Sammy. We’ve got another geek on our hands!” Dean chuckled as he handed the report card to Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes and took the piece of paper from his brother. He had long ago stopped trying to get Dean to not refer to him as ‘Sammy’. He looked at it. Harry had managed to get on honor roll each marking period. He pulled Harry into a tight hug. “You did amazing, Harry! Congratulations!”

“He only missed distinguished by two points back in January,” Buffy said, proudly.

“That’s great!” Sam ruffled Harry’s hair before walking over to Buffy and giving her a hug.

“How’s your luck been?” Buffy asked again.

“We’ve run into Meg a few times, and a bitch named Bella that’s a relic hunter. Those two cause problems on their own, but if they ever struck at the same time. . .” Dean shook his head.

“That bad, huh?” Tyler asked, laughing.

“You have no idea,” Sam said. “What pisses me off is there has been no sign of the YED in the past few years. I just want to find him and kick his ass.”

“Did you ever figure out why he went after you?” Buffy asked.

“Not really. Nothing concrete. We’ve come across a few people with abilities like mine, but nothing that would explain why he went after those he did,” Sam answered.

“What’s for dinner?” Dean asked. “I know what I’d like for dinner,” he whispered in Buffy’s ear, wrapping his arms around her.

“Steak and baked potatoes, with greens,” Sirius answered, stepping away from the stove and wiping his hands on a dishcloth.


When Harry’s birthday arrived, the house was shivering in anticipation. Harry had invited all his friends from school over for a huge outdoor birthday bash. Dean had volunteered to man the grill, while Sirius and Sam set out the rest of the food and Buffy and Tyler supervised the twenty or so children who had invaded.

A game of Red Rover was in full swing when it happened. A huge great horned owl swooped down and landed on Harry. Kids were running everywhere to get away from the owl, screaming. Harry stood stock still, too afraid to do anything that might cause the owl to attack.

Buffy rushed to her son and coaxed the owl onto her arm. She untied the letter from its leg and looked at who it was addressed to.

Mr. Harry Potter
The Backyard
Jackson Hole, Wyoming USA

Turning it over, Buffy saw the Hogwarts crest, a lion, badger, raven, and a snake entwined around a capitol H. Buffy placed Harry’s letter in her back pocket. “Tyler, where are all the kids?”

“Inside with Dean and Sirius. They managed to all run to the same place when it showed up. Who was the letter from?” Tyler asked.

“Take a wild guess.” Buffy’s tone was harsher than she meant it to be. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for snapping. I was hoping that he would give up after the first few times we said no.”

“That would’ve been nice, but since when has he been nice?” Tyler asked sarcastically.


It took twenty minutes to calm down all of the kids, but the five adults managed to. Harry got to blow out his candles and make a wish. Harry was now eleven years old, and had to make a decision that would effect him for the rest of his life.


After all of the kids left, Buffy sat down with Harry and explained what was going on. “You’re eleven now, Harry. In the magical world, that means that you are eligible to go to school and learn about magic. I’ve told you about Salem Institute in Boston, and Houdini’s House in San Francisco, as well as the ones in France and Bulgaria. Today you got your letter from Hogwarts. I assume it’s an acceptance letter, but I haven’t looked at it.” Buffy handed Harry the letter.

He turned it over in his hands. “You don’t want me to go to Hogwarts, do you, Mom?”

“No, I don’t. I’d rather you go to Salem or Houdini’s. Not only are they closer, I trust the people in charge,” Buffy answered honestly. “I wanted to give you the opportunity to go to the school that both your parents went to, the one that Sirius went to. The thing is, if you go to Hogwarts, there is a very high chance that you won’t be allowed back home.”

Harry looked stricken. “Why not?”

Buffy sighed. “The man who’s in charge doesn’t like me, and has been trying to get you away from me for the past five years,” she replied honestly.

Harry cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

“I’m not entirely sure, honey. It might have to do with that prophecy I told you about.” Buffy cupped Harry’s check and wiped away a tear that was perched in the corner of his eye.

“Harry, you listen to me. I’m not going anywhere. None of us are. You’re stuck with Dean, Sam, Sirius, Tyler and me. I’m sure that Grandma Joyce, Uncle Jack, Uncle Mac, and the rest would agree with me. You have people here who would do anything to keep you safe.” Buffy pulled Harry into a hug, kissing the top of his head.

Sirius walked into the living room, and pulled Harry into a hug when Buffy let go. “You even have the option to be home schooled, if you want it. You know that hunting’s only a part time gig for me. You’re gonna have to make up your mind within a week, though, Bear.”

Harry was released from Sirius’s grip and looked around the room to find Dean, Sam, and Tyler giving him small smiles. He knew then that no matter his decision, his family would back him up.


A crash downstairs caused Buffy to bolt up in bed. “Buffy?” a sleepy Dean asked, awakened by her sudden movement.

“Something’s here. Wake up Sam and Tyler. Check it out. I’m going to check on Harry,” Buffy whispered, getting out of bed and pulling on the pajamas that Dean had taken off earlier.

The sounds of creaking boards and hushed whispers from downstairs kept Dean quiet as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants. He ran into Sirius and Sam in the hall. Sirius had already gotten Tyler, and the three of them carefully made their way down the stairs. Sam stayed in the hall near Harry’s room. Tyler stood in the middle of the stairs with Dean and Sirius standing at the foot, wand clutched by one, gun by the other.
Dean picked up three men congregated in the dining room.

“If I told you once, I told you a hundred times! When we go into a house to take something or someone, DON’T PICK ANYTHING UP!” the one in charge hissed at one of her companions.

“I know, Bella, I know. But something from Potter could be worth a fortune later!” the one in trouble insisted.

“You can worry about mementos after Potter is in the possession of Dumbledore. Kinsey doesn’t want this mucked up! Now shut up!” the one called Bella hissed again.

Sirius glanced at Dean, who nodded slightly. The two of them carefully made their way to the walls of the living room to hide in the shadows. The three that broke in silently made their way to the stairs. Sirius held up his wand, the tip glowing a faint blue. Tyler nodded to himself, and turned on the flashlight that he grabbed when Sirius got him up.

“Who are you?” Tyler asked, pointing the beam at each one, pausing the longest on the third member of the team, before pointing the beam back on the leader.

“It doesn’t matter, kid,” Bella said, a twisted grin on her otherwise beautiful face.

“You’re in my house, in the middle of the night. I think it does matter,” Tyler responded, a smirk on his face. Dean shook his head. Kid or not, Tyler had some mouth on him.

“You will move. Or I will make you.” Bella’s tone was cold.

“You’re all the same. For the last time I don’t have anything from the SCG! I gave it all to Jack,” Tyler complained.

“I don’t care about the General, or the SGC,” Bella scoffed.

While Tyler kept Gill talking, Gill’s companions were stunned by Sirius, and caught by Dean before they could make any noise. They gagged them and tied them up.

“Looks like we got the drop on you this time,” Dean said, as he flipped on the lights. There stood Bella Talbot, brunette hair pulled back in a bun, cat suit emphasizing her body.

“I wasn’t expecting you boys here,” Bella smiled, her voice shifting from her forced American accent to her usual British one. “Protecting the damsel in distress, are we?”

“Not exactly,” Dean growled. “Sam! Guess who we caught?”

Sam was down a few minutes later. “What a surprise. You get tired of selling occult objects? Need some extra cash?” Sam taunted.

“No,” Bella huffed. “I was offered a full pardon if I kidnapped the boy and delivered him to the President.”

“You mentioned that. Why the goons?” Dean asked, pointing to the two men with his gun.

“I was told to bring them. Kinsey wanted some of his men working with me.” Bella crossed her arms.

“That still doesn’t tell me exactly why you’re here, Bella,” Buffy said, walking down the stairs. “Where’s your Watcher?”

“She’s dead. I don’t follow anyone’s orders but my own. Not even yours,” Bella answered, studying the floor.

“Watcher? She’s a Slayer? Since when?” Dean asked.

“Faith was killed two years ago. I thought you knew. Sorry, Dean,” Buffy answered. “Who sent you, Bella? Dumbledore? Travers?”

Bella raised her head. “No. President Kinsey.”
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