Where Do We Go From HereAuthor:
Ever wonder what Sirius did that summer after the events of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? Continues on to Year Four of Hogwarts.Spoilers:
All seasons of BTVS mentioned, as well as all books and Season Five of Angel.Disclaimers:
I don't own anything, all the characters belong to JK Rowling and Joss Whedon respectively. Any characters not mentioned in the show or books belong to me.Author's Note:
Thanks a lot to my Beta Kat. I hope everyone likes it and reviews are always welcome, whether good or bad.
This is it, Sirius Black thought miserably as Dumbledore left him alone in Professor Flitwick’s office on the seventh floor of the grand castle that is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Shaking his head, he looked down at his hands. Blaming Pettigrew won’t get him anywhere. It was his own fault that he was here. If he had been a better friend to James and Lilly Potter he wouldn’t be here right now. If he had been a better friend they wouldn’t be-
He lifted his head when he heard a sharp tap on the window. His jaw dropped. There, outside the window, was Harry and his friend Hermione sitting on the back of a flying Hippogriff. He leapt from his seat and hurried to the window. He tried to open it, but it was locked.
He saw Hermione call to him, “Stand back!”, and take out her wand, gripping the back of Harry’s robes with her left hand. She pointed the wand at the window, said the correct incantation and the window burst open.
“How – how -?” he said weakly, staring at the Hippogriff.
“Get on – there’s not much time.” Harry, his godson, said, gripping the Hippogriff firmly on either side of his sleek neck to hold him steady. “You have to get out of here. The Dementors are coming. They’ll be here any minute.”
Nodding, Sirius placed a hand on either side of the window-frame and his head and shoulders out of it. he thought to himself as he managed to fling one leg over the Hippogriff’s back and pull himself onto the Hippogriff behind Hermione.
“Ok, Buckbeak, up!” he heard Harry say. “Up to the tower – come on.”
The Hippogriff gave one sweep of its mighty wings and they were soaring through the air, upwards to the top of the West Tower. Buckbeak landed heavily and Harry and Hermione slid off his back at once.
“Sirius, you’d better go, quickly.” Harry panted. “They’ll reach Flitwick’s office any moment, they’ll find out you’ve gone.”
Buckbeak pawed the ground, tossing his sharp head.
“What about the other boy? Ron?” Sirius asked urgently.
“He’ll be ok. He’s still out cold, but Madam Pomfrey says she knows how to make him better. Quick – go!”
But Sirius just stared down at Harry.
“How can I ever thank -”
“GO!” Harry and Hermione shouted together.
Sirius wheeled Buckbeak around, facing the open sky.
“We’ll see each other again.” He promised. “You are – truly your father’s son, Harry …”
He squeezed Buckbeak’s sides with his heels. Harry and Hermione jumped back as his enormous wings rose once more … the Hippogriff took off into the air … he and his rider flying off into the sunset…
* * *
Willow took a deep breath, centering herself. She thought as she closed her eyes and put her hands on top of the scythe.
She felt it then. The power. The power of the Slayer. It was right there, in her hands for her to do whatever she pleased with it.
“Oh …. my … Goddess …” she gasped as the power ran through her.
She could see Kennedy staring at her with a shocked expression, but Willow didn’t care. Kennedy was not important now. Nothing was important but the wonderful thing she could feel flowing through her body, into every nerve ending, making her breathing ragged.
She knew this feeling. It wasn’t that uncommon, she had felt it last night when she had been with Kennedy, and before when she was with Tara or Oz. Only this time it was ten times better. Her eyes filled with tears as the warmth spread through her.
Focusing on the power, she pictured the Slayer and all the Potentials. They were scared, she could taste their fear. They weren’t ready. They needed her help. She reached out with her mind, reaching all those girls. Breathing heavily, she pushed the power into them, sharing the feeling.
Kennedy threw her head back, a confidant look on her face. It was enough to tell Willow that it had worked. Letting go of the power, Willow slumped forward.
“You are a Goddess.” Kennedy said.
“And you’re a Slayer. Give this to Buffy.” Willow answered, handing her the scythe. Smiling, Kennedy took it and ran out of the room.
Giggling, Willow fell to the ground.
“That was nifty.” She said to the empty room.
How long she lay there after Kennedy left, she did not know. The next thing she felt was the ground shaking. Lifting her head she listened carefully. She stood up when she heard running footsteps. Preparing herself for any possible Uber-Vamps, Willow walked out of Principal Wood’s office. She sighed in relief when all she saw was running girls.
No, hold on, she thought, frowning. Why are they running?
As they ran past her, she saw that Faith was among them.
Well, this can't be good, she thought as Faith grabbed her arm.
“Come on! The building is about to fall down!” Faith shouted, dragging her to the exit. Looking around Willow realized the Buffy wasn’t there.
“Where’s Buffy?” Willow shouted over the noise of falling bricks.
Faith just looked at her with a lost look and kept running. Willow felt as if all the air left her.
No. That’s not possible. She can’t have died for a third time, Willow thought desperately as she ran with the others to the bus. I’d have known if she died. She’s alright. I’ll see her soon, Willow tried to reassure herself, falling into a seat as the bus took off from the school’s parking lot.
She looked around the bus, seeing all the bloodied girls, but not really seeing them. Why was Buffy not here? Where are all the others? Spike, Anya, the other girls. Were they all dead? Had the spell not helped at all?
No, that’s not possible. I felt it go through me. The spell worked. Buffy was just delayed by something. A fight probably. She’s ok, Willow thought, shaking her head. Her eyes shot upwards when a loud bang sounded on the roof of the bus.
What the hell?
The bus came to a stop. Standing up quickly, Willow ran out of the bus, followed by Xander, Dawn, Andrew and Giles. She stared in horror at the huge gaping hole that used to be Sunnydale. The ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign rocked in the wind before falling backwards into the hole.
She walked closer to the edge, only then seeing Buffy. She smiled when she saw her best friend hugging her sister.
“I don’t understand. What did this?” Giles asked a confused expression on his face.
“Spike.” Buffy answered, looking at the place that used to be their home.
“Yep, looks like the Hellmouth is officially closed for business.” Faith said.
“There’s another one in Cleveland.” Giles provided. “Not to spoil the moment.”
“We saved the world.” Xander added.
“We changed the world.” Willow said. “I can feel them, Buffy. All over. Slayers are awakening everywhere.”
“We’ll have to find them.” Dawn said.
“I guess your plans of going to the mall tomorrow are ruined, seeing as it was in Sunnydale.” Giles said a bit sarcastically.
“We destroyed the mall? I so fought on the wrong side.” Dawn said, shaking her head.
“All those shops gone. The Gap, Starbucks, Toys "R" Us. Who will remember all those landmarks unless we tell the world about them?” Xander asked.
“We have a lot of work ahead of us.” Giles, ever the worker, said.
“Can I throw him in?” Faith joked. “I just want to sleep for a week man.”
“I guess we all could, if we wanted to.” Dawn answered.
“Yeah.” Willow said, smiling. “The First is scrunched, so... what do you think we should do, Buffy?”
“Yeah, you're not the one and only chosen anymore. Just gotta live like a person. How's that feel?” Faith asked.
“Yeah Buffy. What are we going to do now?” Dawn asked, looking at her sister.
Buffy just smiled happily, as if she was finally at peace with who and what she was.