Giles descended the stairs with a heavy heart.
The hellmouth was destroyed, the First had been driven back, Dawn was stable and in college, they had money, they had a home. There were Slayers in place in every corner of the world. And he knew that now Buffy Summers could breathe easier. And he was about to take that away. He found her sitting in the kitchen with a cold cup of tea in front of her.
He cleared his throat.
“Do you know your real name?”
Buffy was startled. “Like, my full name?”
“Something like that.”
He put his hand over hers.
“I’m going to need you to promise me that you will listen to everything that I am about to tell you. Promise that you will wait until I finish before you saying anything.”
“Your name is not Buffy Anne Summers. Your name, your real name Is Buffy Lilianne Evans Potter.”
He waited, but true to her word, she said nothing.
“Between my eleventh and seventeenth years, I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I, like all my ancestors, am a wizard. A pure-blood wizard. This means that I have full magical bloodlines. In my seventh year, there was a girl named Lily Evans. She was a wonderful girl, quite like you. When she was sixteen, she had a child to James Potter. I was there because James and I were old friends through our families. I was there when they came to take you away because they could not raise you themselves.”
Buffy stared into her cup.
“And then almost sixteen years after that I was assigned my first Slayer.”
She flinched at that.
“And when I met her, I knew exactly who she was.”
Buffy finally looked up at him.
He smiled a bit, “It’s in your bone structure, you know.”
Buffy licked her lips and cleared her throat.
“Because now you have a chance. You can live a normal life now. And you’re free from your Chosen duties. You’re free to find your family.”
Buffy nodded. Giles pulled some papers from his briefcase and slid them over to her.
“I think that you need to see these.”
She opened the folder. The first thing she saw was a photograph, and she almost cried when she did. There were two people, smiling and waving.
She looked at Giles.
“Wizarding photographs move. As do their paintings.”
She looked back down.
There was a woman holding a baby in a hospital bed. She had long red hair and beautiful green eyes. She was crying. There was a man standing next to the bed, cooing over the baby and smiling at the camera at the same time. He had black unruly hair and a pair of round glasses.
She flipped the photograph over.
‘Lily, James, Buffy’
Buffy wiped her eyes and turned the page. It was her birth certificate.
She turned several papers. They were all there.
Her birth certificate, her adoption papers, and pictures. There were so many pictures. Pictures of her mother and her father. She poured over that folder for hours when she made her decision.
She flipped back over to her adoption papers and scanned them until she found what she was looking for.
“I want to find them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I’m surprised you didn’t know. You should have received some papers in that folder.”
“I see. I must have missed them. Thank you.”
Giles hung up the phone.
It couldn’t be. But it was. There they were, in the folder. Two death certificates. One for James Potter, and one for Lily Potter. He shook his had. Buffy didn’t deserve this.
He knocked on her door. When she opened it, he handed her the folder.
“Did you get it?”
“Buffy, in the back of that folder were some more papers. Three papers that we missed.”
He handed her the papers.
She sank onto the floor and looked up at Giles.
He nodded. He sat down next to her and pointed at the papers.
“For fifteen years.”
Buffy shook her head.
“No. Giles. I just found them.”
“Buffy. There’s one more thing. I said three papers.”
She wrinkled her brow.
He handed her the last one.
“Another birth certificate?”
“That’s right. For Harry Potter. The son of Lily and James.”
“I HAVE A BROTHER!?”
“Would you like to meet him?”
Three hours later, the plane ticket was in her hands, her bags were packed, her goodbyes were said, and Buffy Summers was ready to go.
“Giles. Tell Dawn. Tell her we have a brother.”
“I will. Now are you sure you want to do this by yourself?”
“Now you know what to do when you get there?”
He pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the head.
She nodded again and boarded her plane.
No one knew she was coming.
But she was coming.
She was going to meet her brother.