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Summary: Buffy goes to Hogwarts at the end of season 2 and mends after killing Angel

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Oliver WoodalwaysanangelgurlFR182059,69742840,7844 May 0314 Mar 06Yes

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Disclaimer: I am not Joss, nor am I J.K. Rowlings, but I like to borrow characters for a little while.

Author’s Note: This takes place during the third year Harry Potter is at Hogwart’s and Season 2 of Buffy, when she runs away and she is the key, no Dawn.

Chapter 1: The Offer

The petite blonde walked slowly onto the bus and took on last look, before taking her seat and then she closed her eyes and did not look back. She refused to let the tears fall, as she made her way to LA.

The Next Day: Buffy’s Apartment

Dream Sequence: Taken from Shooting Script

Cut to a Los Angeles beach. A wave crashes on the sand. In the far
distance a pier stretches out into the water. Buffy steps into view,
walking barefoot across the sand. She stops and looks out over the
ocean. She closes her eyes and raises her head to just feel the sun on
her face and listen to the waves come in. The camera pans down from her
face to her waist. A pair of hands reach around her and clasp in front,
and she covers them with hers. The camera pans back up to her face. She
looks back at Angel leaning his head over her shoulder. She reaches up
with her hand and brushes it against his cheek.

Buffy: How did you find me here?

Angel: If I was blind, I would see you.

She lowers her hand to take his again at her waist and closes her eyes.
She embraces his arms tightly to her.

Buffy: Stay with me.

Angel: Forever. That's the whole point. I'll never leave. (whispering
into her ear) Not even if you kill me.

Buffy's expression turns from contented to dismayed.

End dream sequence

Buffy awoke, her heart calling out for it’s mate. She heard a strange tapping and she got up and walked around her small apartment and her eyes settled on the widow, where a small owl was tapping insistently upon it.

“What’s up little birdie? Did you get lost?” Buffy asked, as she opened the window and let the bird in. It dropped the letter in her lap and looked at her expectantly. “Are you thirsty?” she asked and when it cooed at her, she got up and got a bowl of water for the owl and some fruit. The owl took both and closed it’s eyes, while Buffy looked at the letter, that was addressed to her.

Miss Buffy Summers
1023 Coney Road apt # 24
Los Angeles, CA 90001

Buffy looked at the letter in shocked amazement, shrugging she opened the letter.

‘Dear Ms. Summers,

It is with great pleasure to invite you to Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Enclosed is a list of things that you will need as a third year student and someone will be coming for you to take you to Hogwart’s.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore’

Buffy stared at the letter in shock, but she shrugged what else was there to do? She had hurt everyone at home, and she couldn’t go back, not without Angel. So she went and packed her things and waited for the person to arrive.

Buffy felt the air move and she felt something coming. Suddenly there was a man standing in her room! He was dressed in black robes, he was tall, he had shoulder length black greasy hair. And he was sneering at her.

“Uhh! Hi!” Buffy said, “I take it that you are my lift to Hogs-whats-ya-ma-call-it.” The man lifted his eye at her lack of knowing Hogwart’s name. “We can go.” She told him, picking up her bag, that had Angel’s jacket, clothes, and a couple of weapons, along with anything that Angel had given her. The man looked at her one bag and shrugged.

“Hold tight.” He told her and she did so, she closed her eyes and when she opened them, she gasped. They were in a round room, with pictures that seemed to be moving, they all looked to be headmaster’s. There was a bird the size of a swan, that was red and gold, it flew over and landed on Buffy, the man looked shocked. There was a ratty old hat and numerous sounds.

“Ahh, I see our new student has arrived. Thank you Serverus, you may leanve.” An older man with long hair and twinkling eyes said and the man she had traveled with left. “I think Fawkes likes you.” He told her, indicating to the bird on her shoulder, which Buffy was petting.

“Sir, why did you ask me to come?”

“Well, I know that you had no were else to go.”

“But I don’t have any magical powers.”

“But that is were you are wrong.” Dumbledore told her, he went to one shelf and picked up a book, opening he read out loud. “The slayer is a very rare magical creature, immune to most wizard magic, she is able to do the magic and cannot be killed by it.” The man put the book down and looked at Buffy, “So you see, you have the potential.” Buffy nodded her head, in shock that she was a magical creature.

“And what do you mean by magical creature?” she asked, indignant.

“It is not a bad thing, it is just most wizards do not possess the same skills as you.” He told her. “Since you have decided to stay, we must sort you into a house.” At Buffy’s confused look he continued, “There are four house, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gyriffendor, and Slytherin, and your are sorted into the house that would best suite you.”

“Oh,” Buffy said, “I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Has another slayer come here?”

“Yes, many years ago.”

“Which house was she sorted in to?”

“Slytherin.” He told her, “You have to remember that the slayers power is rooted in the darkness.” He told her. He went over and picked up the hat.

“Well, aren’t you interesting? Another slayer, it has been so long. Mhmm. You are more pure, you have more power, but you are the key also. Interesting. Oh! And your father!”

“What about my father?”

“He is not the one that your mother said he was.”

“And what’s the key.”

“I can’t tell you everything. Now, you are difficult, you would do well in either Slytherin or Gryfindor.”

“Not Slytherin.” Buffy said.

“No? Why?”

“Because I am not like them, I am good.” She said, trying more to convince herself than anyone else.

“Alright, GRYFINDOR.” The hat shouted and then fell silent, letting Dumbledore take it and put it back on the shelf.

“Even though you have been sorted into Gryfindor, you will have your own room and no morning classes, because of your night time activities.”

“Sir?”

“Yes, child?”

“The hat called me the key and then said that my father was not the one that my mother said he was. What am I and who is he?”

“Ahh, the key,” Dumbledore signed something and handed it to her, “Take this to the library and you can find it in the restricted area. As for your father, yes I know who he is.”

“Well?” Buffy asked, impatient to know who he was.

“His name is Serverus Snape.” Buffy gasped! “Yes, he is the man that brought you.”

“Does he know?”

“No.” Dumbledore told her, “You can tell him if you wish, your room is near his room, I believe that he is there.” Buffy nodded and got up to leave.

“Uhh, how do I get there?” Dumbledore smiled and a small house elf popped in, and motioned for Buffy to follow. Buffy made her way to her room and when she got there, she put her bag down and thought about it. She got up and made her way to Snape’s rooms, knocking she waited and shortly the door opened.

“Yes?” he asked, impatiently.

“I have a question for you.”

“Okay.”

“Did you know a Joyce Summers?”

“Yes.” Was his one word answer, it seemed too hard for him to open up to that subject and he was about to close the door.

“I’m your daughter.” She blurted out. Snape looked at her.

“And what you want a medal?” Snape snapped, surprised at the information, before he could correct himself or further expand, Buffy took off in a hurt anger, going back to her room and grabbing a sword and heading out into the forbidden forest.

“Stupid man!” Buffy exclaimed. “Why did I bother? It’s not like I am a loveable person or that anyone would want me.” Buffy stopped her rant and turned around, trying to pinpoint the sensation she was feeling.

“You can come out. I can feel you.” She said, to whoever was trying to sneak up on her.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” Snape asked, as he stepped into view.

“Only when I am pissy.” She answered. “What do you want? You made it clear that you don’t want me as a daughter. Fine! I get it! You don’t need to throw salt in the wounds. So if you don’t mind heading back to the dorms and leaving me to kill something.” Buffy turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by his words.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I was shocked and I didn’t know how to respond. I have never had another child and I loved your mother very much.” He told her and she turned to face him. “I never knew about you.”

“Why?”

“It’s complicated.” He told her. They were suddenly attacked by a vampire, which knocked Snape onto the ground.

“Slayer.” It said.

“Slayee.” She responded as they began to circle each other. “I was trying to have a meaningful conversation with my dad and you had to interrupt.” He threw a punch and she ducked, kicking him, “That was rude!” she told him as she swung her sword and cut off his head. Before the dust settled, Buffy was at Snape’s side helping him stand.

“Come on. Let’s get you to the infirmary and then we can talk more. K?” Buffy asked as she helped him.

“Alright.” He told her, getting used to the idea of a daughter when he thought back to the fight. “You’re the slayer!” he exclaimed.

“Yea, one girl in all the world. Yada, yada, ya.” She said, turning hard, and Snape realized it was not a subject she wished to talk about yet. They were going into the school when the headmaster approached.

“Serverus,” he said, “I see that you have been introduced properly to your daughter. May I borrow her for a few moments?” Buffy looked at her father and he nodded and she was about to follow Dumbledore when she heard a very familiar shout.

“BUFFY!”
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