Ashes To Ashes
Notes: No Buffy Kissage with Spike at the end of Tabula Rasa.
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Ashes to Ashes
Okay the ending of this all sucked. I didn’t want things to turn out this way. I left England in the hope of something better and I came to Sunnydale to find my friends who were family. Now Wills and Tara are tearing apart, Dawn hates me, Xander and Anya are getting married, Giles left me, and I got back from Heaven…Plus Spike has some addiction with me. Yeah, my name is Buffy Summers…or so you all think.
It's a long story how it began. I guess I'll just have to summarize it for you. My name is Buffy Summers, but I was born Buffy Stephens in London. I went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry until I was 15. Then I ran because my dad hit me pretty bad. Joyce was my aunt who I now call mom, at least until she died a couple years ago. I just got brought back from Heaven and the Gang now knows. And now that they do, it's breaking me down, and I need help.
~Chapter One: Goodbye to you, hello to the past forgotten~
I just sat at the bar looking into nothingness as the lyrics of the song touched me. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry ever again about this, but my eyes were filled with tears that I wouldn’t allow to fall. Giles left. He left me. What is it with the men in my life? Hank, Angel, Riley, Giles……My real dad who was a pain in the ass.
Of all the things I believed in
I just wanna get it over with
Tears warm behind my eyes, but I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
I have been owling the professors back at Hogwarts for awhile. Like once every couple months. Okay so the last time has been at least a year since my untimely death. Maybe I should write to them…Maybe I could visit them and the remaining two Marauders who helped raise me. Padfoot and Moony, the pranksters. I smiled at the thought of those two. They were at least 15 years older than me and I loved them man. I was like 3 when I met them and they taught me all they knew. Then when I went to Hogwarts I turned Snape into a Chicken in their honor. I was around 7 or 8 when Harry was born. Lets say that Lily and I were close. McGonagall thought we acted like sisters which made James smile. I was standing beside Moony when Harry was placed into James’s arms and the grin he had was unbelievable. I gave Harry a phoenix pendant, wonder if he has it still. Then a year later, Lily and James died. That sucked royally. I saw them though when I was dead. Lily just hugged me when I saw her. Even James sunk to a lower stuck up level and hugged me. He always was a sweetie. God I miss them all.
Everyone says that they’re helping me by leaving, but I can my own decisions. I did when I left England, but now I wonder if it was the right one.
I've been searchin' deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearin' are starting to get old
Alright tonight I’m going to write the people back in England a long letter. Before I died they sent me one saying that they had a reason to believe that Voldemort was going to rise soon. And after I died he did. Attacked Harry. Damn. The order was prepared though. So I would write to them. Why did my life have to be so messed up? I don’t know how I’m going to deal anymore.
Feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said...
It had to be midnight and I was curled up on the couch in my pajamas twirling a pen in my hand thinking what to write. Finally I just wrote.
~~It’s been awhile since I last wrote about my latest Slaying Gig, I know, but like when I forgot my Transfiguration Homework, I have an excuse. This time it’s real and not one that makes us all want to jump for joy. Good news, I saw Lily and James. Before you get up and want to send me to a loony bin let me explain this. So I told you about Glory –or Glorificus- about a month before it all happened. Before I completely broke, before I freaked, before hell broke loose….before I died. Yeah, second time’s a bitch. It all came down to me and Dawn on a tower. Her blood opened the portal to hell and the world was going to end. So I jumped for her. I knew what I was doing so don’t think I’m crazy Moony, cos I know you are, probably Snape too, and definitely Molly is, but I was okay with it. I realized I had to do it. So I did the whole dying thing, went to heaven, and saw the two. They’re doing good, say hi, hugs and kisses, the usual crap.
And now you’re wondering that if I died how I am back here in the land of the living? Not going into details, but to some it was an accident from hell. To me it was kind of a miracle. In some ways more than others I’m blessed. I can fight again which is a good way to deal with some anger, but with that it all sucks. Like this demon who we call Sweet, came into town and made us all sing like some jacked up Broadway musical. *Insert shudder here* ~~~
Dawn had left for school after putting a blanket over her sister and ignoring the letter. Xander walked in and saw Buffy sleeping, but he noticed the letter and read a little before putting it down in question. He was about to say something when Willow came down the stairs.
I woke up when I heard Willow say, “Hey Xander. What are you doing here so early? Oh sorry Buffy. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s alright,” I said sitting up and grabbing my notebook so I could send the letter later.
“So what are ya hidin’ in there?” Xander asked peeking at the cover.
“Nuttin,” I said. “Just a letter to an old friend. What’s the plan for today?” I asked.
“Demons,” Xander said.
It was Summer time and Hogwarts school would begin in a week. An owl flew into the kitchen of Sirius’s place and dropped a letter in the middle of it addressed to "the English Scooby Gang." A few of the adults looked at each other before trying to grab it. Harry jumped back to not get hit and Sirius got the letter first.
“Ha,” He said.
“Is it that important to make you all fight over the bloody letter?” Fred and George said getting glares.
Sirius started to read the long letter and his jaw dropped.
“What?” Molly asked setting down a plate and sitting.
“She died,” Sirius said and Remus spit out his drink along with Molly.
“Who died?” Dumbledore asked.
“Buffy,” Sirius said.
“Again?” Dumbledore asked.
Remus snatched the letter earning himself a glare, but he was a faster reader.
“She’s alright now. Buffy got brought back. Hint to where she was, she saw Lily and James,” Remus said looking at everyone.
Harry and Ron shared a look.
“Who are you talking about and what does this have to do with someone seeing my dead parents?” Harry asked.
“It’s an old friend,” Molly explained.
“She’s only 22,” Sirius smirked.
“Buffy had just turned 8 when Harry was born so that’d be about right,” Charlie said apparating in. “How is she?”
~~The whole town singing, it was a nightmare. Fighting demons and kicking ass while singing and dancing, ugg.
Anyways, hope Mini-Prongs is alright. Along with all the Firebirds. ~~
“Fire birds?” Hermione asked as Remus read the letter out loud.
“Her term for us Weasleys,” Charlie smirked.
“Someone’s still smitten,” Fred smirked getting a glare.
~~Make sure that at least some of our successors are pulling pranks because it would be a tragedy if they weren’t. All our work turning Mickey-G into a broomstick for the Quidditch game would be wasted. That was a great prank. Well it’s like 2 in the morning and I have to get my sis off to school in the morning plus researching the latest big bad. Probably some other ugly demon. Write to you all later
“You turned McGonagall into a broomstick?” Molly asked Charlie who turned red.
“Got to go to work,” He said before apparating out.
“Who’s replying this time?” Remus asked.
“Me,” Sirius said snatching the letter.
I was in the Magic Box working out when Xander peeked his head through the door and smiled.
“Donuts,” he smirked and I walked out sitting and grabbing a glazed donut.
“Hey what’s u-ah!” Willow screamed as a bird flew into the store above her head through the open door.
The owl landed on my shoulder and I stroked his feathers as he hooted appreciatively.
“Buffy, there’s an owl on your shoulder,” Willow said.
“Can you get Goliath some water?” I asked Anya who nodded.
I gave the owl a little bit of my donut before taking the letter. After the owl drank water he flew off.
“Who’s the letter from?” Xander asked.
“An old friend,” I smiled reading the front of the envelope labeled “To the Emerald Phoenix.”
Emerald Phoenix was my old nickname. For my eyes and my personality. Meaning that either Moony or Padfoot wrote this.
When I opened it I knew instantly it was Padfoot.
Okay no one knows what I’m writing in here since I kinda took over and am gonna write for all of us…er, for me. Prongs Jr. flipped a tad, but we all expected that. It has been awhile since you last wrote and I have to admit I was worried. Sorry you died Phoenix. Must be hard on you. Your friends are helping you through it right? If they’re not I’ll kick their blood arses. (I smiled a little) Well things are as usual. I’m wanted by the ministry, Voldy came back as planned and attacked Harry, and don’t you get cranky again.
Harry was attacked by Dementors at his house last week. Moony taught him the Patronus Charm luckily enough. Hogwarts starts in a few days and then the house will get quiet again. Molly and Arthur are stressed along with most of the professors in this place. Voldy is planning something big. Maybe we can use some of the slayer’s expertise? Hint, hint.
I have to go to the Order Meeting now Phoenix. Write back with good news. WE need it.
Sirius “Padfoot” Black.~~
I sighed and rested my head on my hand as I set the letter down.
“Bad news?” Xander asked me
“Some of the worst,” I said.
“Um, Buffy, not meaning to sound rude, but what the hell is going on here?” Willow asked.
“It’s just a bad past,” I answered starting to stand, but Xander gave me a look.
“We deserve a little more than that,” Xander said.
“You wouldn’t get it,” I said.
“Try us,” Willow said.
“Oh for goodness sakes, she’s a witch obviously from the owl,” Anya said and I looked at her. “What school did you go to?”
“Hogwarts until I was 15 and left,” I answered.
“Hogwarts?” Xander asked.
“You’re English then?” Anya asked.
“Born Buffy Alexandria Stephens in London, England,” I sighed.
“I have an 8 and ½ inch oak with the core of a unicorn hair. You?” Anya asked.
“9 inches, willow wood, with the core of a phoenix feather bathed in the tears of a phoenix,” I answered then at the others looks. “Guys I would have told you, but you wouldn’t get it.”
“If you were from London then why’d you leave?” Xander asked.
“Because my Mom was killed my V-” I took a breath in. “V-v, ah damn it, Voldemort.” Anya winced getting looks. “And my dad was a drunken lunatic who had a fist he favored.”
“Why are you afraid to say this dude’s name?” Xander asked.
“Because he’s an evil asshole. I watched my mom get killed when I was 3,” I said.
“He’s the only person I steered clear from,” Anya said. “When I was a vengeance demon. He was cruel in the way he did things.”
“He favors the killing curse,” I said standing. “I have a letter to write. You guys can take the day off. I have a feeling we have another fight coming up.”
When I got home I just stood in the living room wondering what to do. Then I was tackled to the floor. I flipped onto my back and saw a guy wearing robes and a mask pinning me down.
“Not again,” I said trying to throw him back, eventually succeeding.
The death eater stood again and pointed his wand, “Cruico.”
I tried to dodge the curse but it brushed my arm making me collapse in pain. After a few minutes when I was about to pass out the death eater stopped and chuckled. I however stood shakily and chuckled myself.
“Stephens,” The death eater greeted.
“Malfoy, don’t know you’re messing with the slayer?” I smirked and I could almost see his face pale.
“I’ll be back, and I won’t be alone,” He said apparating out as Xander walked in, jumping at the loud crack.
“What was tha- Buffy!” Xander said just catching me as I fell.
I rolled out of his grasp and started coughing. When I coughed up Blood Xander picked me up ready to take me to the hospital.
“No,” I whispered to him. “Just let me sleep.”
“Not a chance,” Xander said.
“It was magic,” I whispered then coughed again. “I’ll heal.”
“I’m not leaving you or Dawn here alone,” Xander said carrying me to his car where he put me in the passenger seat.
“Where?” I asked.
“Magic Box until we find out who did this,” Xander said.
“Death eater. I have to fight him,” I whispered painfully.
“Fight who?” Xander asked.
“You-know-who,” I said then fell asleep.