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

Summary: 2nd in the More Than Tea Series. 20 minutes with Buffy. A twist on season five's ending. What if there was more? Bad summary, I know.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Charlie WeasleyJmariaFR181613134,2405 Apr 045 Apr 04Yes
Title: The Hardest Choice To Make


Rating: Pg-13


Author: Jmaria


Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss’ and J.K.’s.


Spoilers: s5 and b5


Summary: What’s going through her head when she needs to make the hardest choice ever.


A/N: Ok, I was writing a story last night and decided to do the prequel thing. So, this is 20 minutes with Buffy. It’s an HP cross (that’s mostly what I write, so.) Now, I’m tweaking the end of Buffy s4 and most of s5. Also, focuses mainly on the Buffy side. So, feedback loved!

 


The Hardest Choice To Make



She saw the world turning in on itself. This wasn’t good, and then Dawn made her move to jump in the hole.

“What are you doing?”


“I have to jump. The energy.”

“It'll kill you.”

“I know. Buffy, I know about the ritual. I have to stop it.”

“No. “


“I have to. Look at what's happening. “


“Buffy, you have to let me go. Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it'll never stop. “



So this would be it? She should let her sister take the big dive. Let this fourteen year old child die, to save the world? She knew that she couldn’t.

“You know you have to let me. It has to have the blood. “

Buffy’s mind raced as she remembered all that had happened this year. Her gift was death, right?

“Tell . . .tell Cammi about me. Tell her what a good aunt I was. Tell her about how I went out.”


“Cammi? No. Dawn, you are not doing this. I’m not gonna let you kill yourself!” Her eyes narrowed. Dawn’s eyes widened, knowing what her older sister was thinking.

“Buffy ... no!”

“Dawnie, I have to.”

“No! You - you have Cammi, you’re the slayer, who’s gonna take care of her?”

“And you?” She gave a small laugh. “Listen to me. Please, there's not a lot of time, listen.”

She pulled something out of her pocket. He had to know. He had to know of his daughter. And she needed Dawn to do this for her.


“ I love you. I will *always* love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles ... tell Giles I figured it out. And, and I'm okay. And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other.”


“Buffy, NO!”


“Yes. Dawnie, that piece of paper, it tells you who to go to. I - Angel and I talked it out, when I found out. He’ll take you there. But you have to tell him. Tell him about Cammi. I couldn’t. He promised me that if I ever needed him, I could find him there.” She shook her head, before she started crying. She brushed a strand of hair out of Dawn’s face and smiled.


“You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world ... is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me.”

She turned and raced to the end of the platform. She could see them all, standing below. But in her eyes, through the tears she saw her daughter. Chamomile. Her strawberry blonde hair curling around Joyce’s fingers as she pulled it back. Her smiling face as Dawn blew on her little belly. Willow and Tara pulling candles away from her mouth as she was teething. Spike - Spike carefully putting the little silver cross on her neck, so other baddies wouldn’t bite her. Xander making her little wooden toys, Anya buying her paper money. Giles reading her bedtime stories. Her Cammi. Her baby girl. Buffy’s last thoughts were of her sister and her daughter and the man who’d changed her life so much.

She smiled bitterly. She wished she could stay, but this had to be done. And only she could do it.


She flung herself into the air, and saw white.

 


* * * * *

“What happened?” Clem asked, as the baby tugged on his droopy ears. She turned and gazed at the hurt and dirty people. Little Cammi saw her aunt Dawnie and started crying. Dawn picked her up.

“We have to go. We have to find Cammi’s father.” She said, crying into the baby’s shoulder. “We have to find Charlie Weasley.”

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