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The Return

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This story is No. 3 in the series "Lost and Found". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sequel to Found. She's finally found her path in her home world. Too bad someone's about to turn that world right upside down. An old enemy is rising...

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredMerisidaFR154080,49028441,60526 Sep 1210 Mar 13Yes

The Start of Something

THE RETURN


Disclaimer: All Btvs and HP characters belong to their respective owners and as always I'm not making any profit from this fic.




Chapter 29: The Start of Something

Buffy grinned to herself as she stepped inside the Room of Requirement, finding it full of enthusiastic students who were all happily chatting together. She had been afraid that they wouldn't find the place, since so many people lived and worked at Hogwarts without ever knowing of the rooms existence.

As one, all the students turned to face her, looking up to their leader and teacher.

“Hey everyone.” She said as she walked further into the room, getting a good look at what the room had given her.

There was a huge fireplace in the middle of the back wall, burning brightly to keep them all warm. Right by the main doors was a large board, where a timetable and a list of subjects to be covered was hung, along with some writings and an old photograph of the original Order of the Phoenix. Rows of training dummies sat along the far wall, all of them dressed in dark robes with masks on their faces. There were some crash mats already laid on the floor, a punching bag hung to one side and even a pommel horse.

Buffy felt her mouth hang open as she spotted the glass cabinet in the corner. Inside was a whole array of shining weapons, from long swords to crossbows and daggers. Luckily there was a huge lock on the door, but Buffy knew it wouldn't take long before she would be digging through it herself.

Overall, it was just like her old training room back at the Magic Box in Sunnydale, only bigger and with lots of small people running around it.

“It looks great in here.” Harry commented as he walked up to her, gesturing around themselves.

“Yeah, it's even better than I imagined.” She replied, not bothering to keep the glee out of her voice.

“Right then, let's get started.” She said with a clap of her hands. “Everyone have their wands at the ready?”

The students all held up their wands with pride. In their recent DADA classes, wands were not permitted, so it made a nice change to see them all holding on to them.

“Okay, this is what we're gonna do...”






An hour and a half later Buffy stared around the room with a brilliant smile on her face. It was amazing how all the students had just got on with it, all of them so willing to learn.

She had split the group in half, letting them choose which side they wanted to be on and set them different tasks depending on what they had wanted to learn. She had taken half to one side to work on their defensive moves, and Harry had taken the others to learn some spell work.


On Harry's side they were standing with the practice dummies, learning to disarm someone using the 'expelliamus' spell. Harry had been nervous at first, having all his friends looking to him to lead them, but he'd soon gotten into the swing of things, and from the looks of it, he had done a very good job. Buffy had been checking up on them every so often, and every single one of Harry's students had managed to perform the spell perfectly.

And on the other side with Buffy was the students who had wanted to learn more about physical defence, and of course Buffy had been more than happy to show them as much as she could. Some of them were practising their punches on training dummies, some were practising in pairs, and others were doing simple training exercises to work on their fitness levels.

At the end of the hour and a half session, everyone had seemingly achieved something, and that was more than Buffy could have asked for.

“Ok guys, everyone gather round.” She yelled out as she checked her watch. It was almost time for them to leave or they would miss out on their other lessons, not that any of them wanted to leave.

“You guys have done great today, I'm so proud of you all.” She smiled down at them all, noticing how they all seemed energetic and happy too, it was a complete contrast to how they usually looked in DADA class. “We'll schedule in the next class for a week from today, same time, same place. I do have a class half way through though, so I'll be leaving Harry in charge while I'm gone. That okay, Harry?”

He looked surprised, but pleased at the same time. He nodded and Buffy grinned back, happy that he was willing to help out with the teaching. Besides her, he was probably the best teacher in the whole group anyway.

“Okay, so that's sorted. I'll see you all here next week!”

The students all chatted together as they grabbed up their bags and left, Buffy making sure that there was no one hanging outside in the corridors that might spot them.

And then finally Buffy, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked back to her classroom together, carrying some supplies that Buffy had brought with her.

“We done great today, I learnt so much!” Ron said, although he kept his voice down to avoid them being overheard.

“Yeah, and you were great, Harry.” Hermione added, “I've never seen so many people getting the spells right within just a few tries.”

“That was pretty cool.” He nodded.

Ron laughed, “Nah, the best part was getting to beat up Neville.” And upon seeing the looks he received from both Buffy and Hermione he stuttered to continue, “I mean, practising my punches while he practised blocking of course...”

“That sounds better, Ronald.”

“My name is Ron!”

Buffy ignored the now arguing students as they finally found their way inside her classroom and she spotted a package sitting on her desk, bound by some brown string. It was the latest copy of the Daily Prophet along with a few other letters, but she wasn't interested in those.

Untying the string, she unfolded out the paper and gasped.

Hermione, Ron and Harry joined her then, pausing their argument to look at what had caught her attention. The three of them copied her exactly, gasping at the headline that was written in deep, bold letters.

The main headline of the Daily Prophet read: “Mass Break Out From Azkaban!”



*



As soon as she got the chance, Buffy used the floo network to get back home, the newspaper firmly in her grasp.

When she finally stepped out from the fireplace and into the living room she looked around the empty room. The house looked dark and everything was silent and still. Normally that would have set warning bells off in her head, but tonight she found the quiet to be rather peaceful.

The day had started so well, what with the DA and all, and now all she wanted was to curl up on the couch and sleep for a week. It looked so inviting, all she had to do was lay down and rest her head for a bit, and try and ignore everything else going on around them. It seemed like a better idea than to actually admit that bad things were happening outside.

“Ignorance is bliss...” She muttered to herself before she shook her head of her thoughts. She couldn't do that.

The sudden sound of movement in the kitchen caught her attention and she let out a deep breath as she moved silently through the house, her ears trying to pick up on who she was hearing. But all she could hear was someone shuffling around, the sound of fabric moving, and it was impossible to say whether it was Remus, Sirius or Tonks. Or even someone who was not meant to be in the house...

And then a clatter of pans sounded as something fell to the floor with a crash.

Feeling more than a little anxious now, and preparing herself to run into some monster that was ransacking their kitchen cupboards, Buffy rushed through the door and instantly skidded to a stop.

The first thing she saw was a blur of colour to her left. Bright pink and brown. And then she quickly realised it was her brother and Tonks, standing together...

And just as quickly the pair had bolted apart from each other, moving faster than she had ever seen either of them move. They were both breathing quickly, as if they were short of breath, Remus was staring at Buffy with a look of pure horror on his face while Tonks was quickly turning a shade of bright pink that matched her hair perfectly.

“Okay...” Buffy said, drawing her word out as she stared wide eyed at the pair of them. “I'm not even asking.”

Tonks and Remus sent each other identical looks before Remus cleared his throat and gestured to the door. “I'm uh... going... now.”

He practically ran for the door, closing it behind him and Buffy turned to a pouting Tonks. “What was that all about?”

Her friend let out a deep sigh, “How comes you came back again so soon?”

Buffy let her eyebrows rise upwards, putting on a mock hurt expression. “Is that how you always greet your friends who have just returned home?”

“Uh, no. But you know what I mean.” Tonks said with a sigh, gesturing to the door where Remus had just escaped through.

“No, I really don't.”

“But we were... you know...?”

Buffy let a small smile escape from her, she had an idea about what they had been up to. The 'caught in the cookie jar' expressions had told her everything. “You mean how you two were making out in the kitchen?”

Ignoring the teasing look in Buffy's eyes, Tonks shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. “No actually, that didn’t happen. Maybe it would have ifsomeone hadn't barged in without knocking.”

Completely missing Tonks words Buffy scoffed, “Knocking? This is my home too, you know? And you're standing in the kitchen remember? Wait, did you just say..?”

Tonks' grin was big enough to answer the question on it's own. “Oh yeah.”

“And when did this all happen?” Buffy asked, gesturing between the door and Tonks.

“I don't know really, I guess we were just working together and I suddenly realised how amazing and...” Tonks looked up to Buffy in an apologetic way, “...hot he is. Is that weird?”

“No, no of course not. It's kinda cute. Cute and totally gross but hey, I'm happy for you.” Buffy let out a girlish squeal and pulled her friend in for a long hug.

When they pulled apart Tonks was smiling but she had a dark, saddened look in her eyes. “I don't know if Remus likes me back... At least not in the way I like him.”

Buffy shook her head, “Oh come on, from what it looked like to me, you were this close to snogging him senseless.” She held up her thumb and index finger to represent how close the pair of them had been to that moment. “Trust me, he wouldn't have let it go that far if he didn't feel anything at all for you.”

“I guess. He's going to avoid me like the plague now, isn't he?” Tonks asked.

“Probably, and me too by the looks of it.” Buffy laughed sending her friend a bright smile and a wink, “Don't worry, I'll talk to him and push him in your direction.”

“That would be great.” Tonks grinned back. “Oh I really like him.”

Buffy grinned as she threw her newspaper down to the table and slung her arm around Tonks' shoulders, intent on leading her out of the room and into the living room.

She would talk to them about the break out later, right now they could all use some time talking about good, happy things.
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