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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-CenteredMerisidaFR154080,49028442,88226 Sep 1210 Mar 13Yes

Troubled Sleep


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

A/N: So the inspiration for this chapter came from Cmiller, who gave me the original idea. I hope it lives up to your expectations :)

Chapter 30: Troubled Sleep

She was standing in the dark. Not the dark as in being outside after sundown, with the moon shining down on you. No this was pitch black, the 'can't see your own hand in front of your face' kind of dark.

And even though she couldn't sense anything ready to jump out on her, she couldn't stop the fear that pushed through her, couldn't stop how fast her heart was beating.

“The Earth is doomed...”

A single voice echoed around her, and Buffy jumped and spun around, seeing nothing but black. It had been Giles' voice, and it had sounded as if he was standing right behind her. But of course he couldn't be, he was in another world, right?

“Giles?” Her own voice was quiet as she called out. Already knowing that there would be no answer.

She sighed, closed her eyes and tried to remember what she had been doing just a moment before, before all of this had started.

“Do you know what I found worked real good with Slayers..?” Another familiar voice, one that had her opening her eyes and looking around for a glimpse of his bright blonde hair, that leather duster flapping behind him. But she was all alone.

“...Killing them.”

“I don't know if I can lead. But the real question is: can you follow?”

“Boring, boring, boring... Astonishingly boring. We have to kill some cooler people... Will somebody remind me?”

“The important thing is, you made me the man I am today.”

“You can never hope to grasp the source of our power... But yours is right here.”

“You killed me...”

“Tonight, I shall walk the earth. And the stars themselves will hide!”

“I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last part on account of her neck snapping and all. Did she say the end is near... Or here?”

“Death, is your gift.”

With a growl her hands raised over her ears, trying desperately to block out the voices echoing around her, but they continued on until she was on her knees, screaming out for them to stop.

“Shut up! Shut up!”

When the echo of her own voice vanished, everything was silent again. The voices had stopped.

Buffy lifted her head, suddenly noticing a pair of brown boots that were standing in front of her. Her gaze followed up the legs of the person looming over her, all the way up until she saw the familiar dark hair, the familiar smirk, and the oh so familiar dark gleam in Faith's eyes.

“Faith? What are you doing here?” She asked as she slowly rose to her feet, never taking her eyes away from her fellow Slayer.

“You're askin' me? This is your dream, B...”

Buffy smiled, a sense of relief flooding over her, and she done something she never, ever imagined she would do. She grabbed Faith and hugged her.

When she pulled back she was grinning, but Faith only looked uncomfortable. Shifting in her place and clearing her throat, “Well, that was awkward.”

Buffy laughed, “Is this real? Are we both dreaming right now?” At Faith's blank look she shrugged, “I guess there's no way to tell. It doesn't matter anyway.”

She studied Faith, who didn't at all seem surprised to see her. And she wondered briefly if her friends back in Sunnydale had ever thought she was dead or just missing. Surely it would have been a shock to see her again if they thought she was dead...

“How have you been? How's everyone doing? Is Dawn all right?”

Faith blinked at her multitude of questions, finally letting a grin appear on her dark lips. “Five by five, B. We're all doin' good.”

Buffy let out a sigh of relief, even if this Faith wasn't the real Faith, it was somewhat comforting to hear of her friends being okay.

“What's with this place?” Faith asked as she moved her arms to gesture to the vast space around them.

“I don't know. But like you said, this is my dream... apparently.”

“So do something then. It's starting to freak me out.” Faith said.

“Like what? It's not like there's a door anywhere-” Buffy cut off her sentence sharply as a door suddenly appeared in front of them. It was closed, but they could see the light shinning out from around the edges.

“Quick, say you want a million dollars!” Faith cheered, spinning to face Buffy with a grin, “Or a-”

“No.” Buffy told her, “Whatever it is, just no.”

Faith pouted but followed Buffy over to the door. After a minute of bracing themselves, the blonde Slayer grabbed the knob and pulled, and the next thing either of them knew, they were standing on a field of green grass, a huge castle towering above them and a lake running beside their feet.

“Whoa, this is getting trippy.” Faith commented as she stared around.

“Hogwarts. We're at Hogwarts.” Buffy said to herself, wondering why, of all places she had been brought back here.

“Right, 'cause that explains everything...”

Buffy ignored Faith and looked out over the school. It still looked its same old, perfect self. “Why would my dream take me to Hogwarts? And why you? You're not from this world, you have no idea what this is.”

Faith shrugged, “I guess I'm your guide. You know how these things work, B. There's obviously something you need to learn, I'm just here to make sure you get it.”

Suddenly there was a giant flash of lightning, and all too quickly the blue sky above them turned dark, grey and cloudy. Black smoke rose high above the castle, forming a symbol that sent most sane people running for cover. The dark mark.

“Ooh, that doesn't look good. Maybe we should go over there, wherever that is.” Faith pointed up towards the castle.

Buffy took off at a run before Faith could even utter another word, racing up the steep hills as fast as she could.

Eventually she found her way to the main entrance of the school, the entrance that she used almost every day. But what she saw there stopped her in her tracks.

The entire entrance was filled with students and death eaters fighting against each other. There were spells being fired in every direction, great beams of light whizzing all over the place. There were bodies littering the ground, some of them death eaters, but the majority of them were students, students that she knew. Kids, fighting to their death.

There were great creatures there too. Vampires, trolls, centaurs... And all of them were fighting each other, fighting the school.

Faith finally caught up to her side and gasped at the scene in front of them. “What the hell is going on?”

Buffy found that she had to shout over the noises of the ensuing battle. “They're fighting against Voldemort's followers. We have to go.” Without waiting for an answer, Buffy sped through the crowd and further into the school, Faith close behind her.

She turned through corridor after corridor, resisting the urge to stay and help every student who was fighting, but in her mind she remembered that this was a dream, none of it was real. The cold, pale faces of the dead would be alive and well and full of colour as soon as she woke up again.

She made her way to Dumbledore's office, ran through the doors and skidded to a stop. The old wizard was not seated in his chair behind his desk, in fact the entire room looked different, as if all traces of Dumbledore had been removed, save for his portrait hanging on the wall. And that alone was not a good sign.

With annoyance building up in her, Buffy turned and ran back the way they'd come, Faith huffing behind her.

She had barely reached the bottom of the steps when she was forced to stop again. A large group of death eaters were walking towards them, laughing as they fired off random spells at anyone who crossed their path. The death eater at the front of the group, the leader, was covered entirely by black robes that were obviously much to big for their smaller frame, even the hood hid their face from view.

But as they neared the death eater lifted their head, and Buffy caught a glimpse of blonde hair and a flash of a menacing grin that looked familiar. In an instant that glimpse was gone, the hood lowered again.

Buffy glared, keeping her place by the stairs as the group advanced on her and Faith. But they didn't slow down, they just kept walking until they slid right through the two Slayers, as if they had never been there in the first place.

"We're ghosts?" Faith asked, sounding confused.

"So it seems..." Buffy replied slowly, trying to shake off feeling that she knew that death eater. Somehow she knew it was important, but she just couldn't think of who it had been...

Faith had wandered away from her now, fearlessly walking through the various people with a grin on her face, and then she paled. "Ugh, this doesn't look good."

Buffy raced over to her side, seeing what had caught her attention.

Just down the corridor from them stood Voldemort. He had his back to them but he was facing towards Harry, who was standing alone looking battered and bruised and very young. Too young to be facing off against Voldemort.

As the two slayers neared Buffy realised that the two were talking to each other, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. It was almost as if someone had put a bubble around them, stopped anyone on the outside from listening in.

And then, from out of nowhere, Voldemort lifted his wand with a yell, and a shot of green light flashed across Buffy's vision. Harry fell to his knees and Buffy screamed as she ran to him, her body running right through Voldemort who vanished in a puff of smoke as if he had been a ghost all along.

As soon as her fingers touched Harry's arm, he vanished too. And then slowly the death eaters around them and all the students vanished, one after the other until it was just Buffy and Faith left, standing alone in the corridor.

The school seemed to brighten up slightly, as if all the darkness had left and only the good remained.

Buffy stared down at her hands, still on her knees where she had been ready to catch Harry's lifeless body.

“B? You all right?” Faith asked as she came to stand beside her friend. “What was that?”

“My worst nightmare... That's what it was.” She replied as she stood. “This is a warning of what is to come.”

“An apocalypse?” Faith asked, although she seemed completely lost.


Faith scoffed, “Then what's with the long face? Hello, we've been there, done that, got the t-shirt. How many of these things have you stopped before? You can just do it again.”

“But how? I don't know how.” Buffy told her, desperation in her voice. “The war hasn't even begun yet, not really. How am I supposed to know when it'll all happen? Or how to stop this,” she gestured around her, “from happening?”

“Hey you're Buffy Summers, right? Trouble follows you wherever you go.” Seeing the sceptical look on Buffy's face, Faith grinned. “Oh come on, you'll probably wake up and find some stupid prophecy that will tell you everything you need to know and-”

“A prophecy..?”

Faith nodded, rolling her eyes for good measure. “Sure, what's the use of an apocalypse without a good old prophecy?” She paused. “Why do you have that look on your face? Don't tell me you already know the prophecy and just forgot about it!”

Buffy looked up, unaware that she had been pulling any kind of face. “I did hear a prophecy once... But it was a long time ago and it's already happened...”

“Are ya sure?” Faith drawled, starting to look bored of their conversation. When she looked back Buffy let out a deep, saddened breath. Faith's body was starting to vanish now too.

Obviously she had heard what she needed to hear. Seen what she needed to see. But it still didn't make much sense to her.

“Faith, I-”

“Yeah, yeah. Leave it for next time.” Faith told her with a smile, a real genuine smile that Buffy hadn't seen from her in years.

A loud banging sound erupted from around them, and with a jolt Faith was gone and Buffy was sitting upright in her bed, her sheets tangled around her ankles.

The banging came again and again, until she finally realised that is was someone knocking on her door. Pulling back the bedsheets, Buffy rose to her feet feeling more than a little anxious, and made her way across her bedroom and to the small living area of her rooms.

She unlocked and pulled back the door just as Professor McGonagall was about to zap the door with some spell, no doubt to unlock it herself.

“I'm sorry to wake you at such an hour.” She said, hastily slipping her wand back in a pocket. “We need you. Harry needs you.”

Buffy nodded and instantly followed the other teacher through the darkened halls. “What happened?” She asked, her throat feeling raspy and dry. And she couldn't help how her mind flashed with the image of Voldemort killing Harry.

“Harry had a dream or vision, of Arthur Weasley being attacked by Voldemort. It turned out to be true... Arthur's family have been contacted and we've sent someone to get him to safety. But Harry is in a state of shock and is rather upset. We thought it would be best to call you...”

"Harry dreamt of it before it happened?"

"No, while it was happening. He said it was almost as if he was there." The older teacher told her with a grim face.

Buffy nodded, hearing the hidden words in that sentence as if she had spoken them out loud. They'd always known there was some kind of connection between Harry and Voldemort, just not how it really worked.

And now Harry was dreaming of the things that Voldemort was doing... That was dangerous enough on its own, but if Voldemort was aware of it...

Buffy sighed as she padded through the corridors in her spotted pyjamas. It couldn't be a coincidence that she had had a dream of the war on the same night that Harry dreamt of the attack on Arthur.

But at least it seemed she had already answered one of her questions: Voldemort had made the first move on the proverbial chess board. Now it was up to the Order to choose how to play their own piece...
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