Not mine, characters belong to Whedon and Rowling. Anything you don’t recognize probably belongs to me. For fun, not profit. If you sue, you’ll get… not much. Secretaries don’t make very much, even specialized ones like me. Notes:
This is the sequel to my earlier story, “About the Blood”. You might want to go and read that first, otherwise you might get a little lost.
Takes place after Season 7 for Buffy; Season 8 comics are ignored because I’ve never bothered to pick up and read any of them. AU for Harry Potter as of the beginning of Order of the Phoenix. Ages are obviously messed with a bit because if we’re going with canon ages and years, Buffy and her friends are supposedly the same age as Harry and his friends. Any other changes will become apparent as the story progresses.
Those of you looking for Voldemort to show up right away and be present from the beginning are going to be disappointed. He will be involved, but it'll take a while before he makes an appearance. In-fic, Christmas time is when he really starts rearing his ugly snake head.
Also, you'll note that there is no pairing labelled in this fic. That is because I have no plans for pairings. It may appear
at some point that there will be a pairing, but not everything is as it appears. Chapter 1
“BUFFY! THERE’S SOME OLD DUDE AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!”
Buffy sighed as Dawn’s voice echoed through the cottage in Bath they were staying in, curious as to who the “old dude” was. It was too much to hope that it was someone from her other life, but a girl could hope.
Giles had offered them a place to stay while he was working with the other Watchers that had survived to resurrect the Watcher’s Council. Having no where else to go, they followed their father figure without question until they found something to do with themselves. Buffy was quite happy to just spend her days lazing around and spending time with her sister, both luxuries that had been stripped from her the last year due to the First Evil and training and housing the Potentials.
Getting up from the sitting room couch, she padded across the house to the front foyer, where Dawn was standing with someone she thought she would never, ever, see again. Although his hair and beard were both much whiter and his face had had far more lines, the twinkle in the blue eyes was much the same, as were the outlandish robes and the half moon spectacles perched on the end of his nose.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was standing in what was quickly becoming her and Dawn’s house.
“I must be dreaming,” Buffy said with a shake of her head as she pinched herself. When it hurt, she looked up; nope, he was still there, soft smile underneath his beard and a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. “What are you doing here? How
are you here?”
“You know this guy?” Dawn asked, arching an eyebrow, looking from her sister to the old man and back again.
“Uh, yeah, you could say that,” Buffy replied, still a little thunderstruck. Once she had came back (been thrown back) to her own time, she’d tried to find something, anything, that gave any indication that the Wizarding world had existed, but had found nothing. Part of her wondered if it had been a dream, but another knew it had happened. She had been able to retain her wand, and the charm bracelet that Tom had given her and she’d landed wearing the horrid school uniform she’d been forced to wear. It had been ages since she had used her wand, although the last time she had used it the spells had come effortlessly. The delicate charm bracelet sat in her jewellery box, which she had managed to save from the crater, and the school uniform was at the bottom of Lake Sunnydale.
“I wish this were merely a social call, but I must speak to you with much urgency,” Dumbledore said, the twinkle and smile gone as fast as it had crossed his face. “Is there a place where we can speak in private?”
“Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Dawn. I’m going to tell her anyway,” Buffy replied. She turned to Dawn. “Is Giles home yet?”
“Yeah, I think he’s in his study,” Dawn replied. “You want me to go and get him?”
“Might be a good idea. He needs to know this, too,” Buffy replied. “We’ll be in the sitting room when you finally convince him to get away from his books.”
Dawn nodded and disappeared up the stairs before she turned and regarded the man standing in front of her. He did the same, and for a few moments they regarded each other in silence.
“You got old,” Buffy said as a way to break the silence.
“So did you,” Dumbledore replied. “Might I have a place to sit down? I’m not as young as I was and travelling has tired me greatly.”
“Sitting room is through here,” Buffy said, leading Dumbledore down the hallway to the sitting room. She gestured to the chairs and sofa in the room, indicating for him to sit down, and he took the most comfortable chair in the room. Buffy curled up in her previous place on one side of the couch, her book forgotten. “I tried to find you, you know. The Wizarding world, I mean. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a dream. I looked in all of the books I could find.”
“Were you successful?” Dumbledore asked, mildly curious.
“No,” Buffy replied. “At least, not in the States. I even tried raiding Giles’ hidden stash in the library, but couldn’t really do it without getting funny looks. ‘Cause, you know, not really research girl. I was going to see if I could find Diagon Alley in London once I got settled here.”
“Yes, well, the Wizarding world cannot be found unless it wants to be found,” Dumbledore replied as Dawn and Giles entered the room. They both stared at Dumbledore for a few moments before Buffy gestured to them to sit down.
“Come on, this might take a while,” Buffy said, patting the couch. Giles sat next to Buffy and Dawn sat at the other end, farthest from Dumbledore. “Make with the ‘splainy, Professor.”
“Ah yes, I’d nearly forgotten about your unique use of the English language,” Dumbledore said with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry, but who are you and why are you here?” Giles asked, somewhat suspicious.
“My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” Dumbledore replied. “I am here to ask Buffy for her help.”
“The Slayer and the Watcher’s Council do not interfere with matters in the Wizarding world,” Giles said.
“But with so many Slayers in the world now, I’m sure you could spare one,” Dumbledore replied. “And I am not asking for Miss Summers’ help as a Slayer, nor am I asking for the backing and resources of the Watcher’s Council. I’m asking for her help as a former student and as someone who has a unique perspective.”
“Former student?” Giles asked, before turning his attention to Buffy. “What does he mean, former student?”
“Remember that summer after I sent Angel to hell, where I told you I was in LA when I came back?” Buffy asked. Giles nodded, as did Dawn, although she hadn’t actually been there at the time. Her memories told her she had, though. “Well, I wasn’t in LA. I wasn’t even in the States. Hell, I wasn’t even in the same decade!”
And then Buffy told her story. The portal backlash, landing at Hogwarts, learning magic. Everything. How she had been told that Dippet and Dumbledore weren’t going to send her back. How her relationship with Tom developed, against all odds. Her friends, the people she had come to consider family, how some of them nearly became her family. How some Slytherin students had opened a portal and shoved her in, not caring where she went as long as she was gone so they could have their leader back. It was sheer dumb luck that she landed relatively close in time and space from where she had left.
“So, you went to Hogwarts,” Giles said after her spiel was finished.
“Uh, yeah,” Buffy replied, rubbing the back of her neck uncomfortably. “Look, I know I should have told you, but Professor Dumbledore and Professor Dippet both told me about the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Non-magical people aren’t supposed to know except under dire circumstances. Besides, I thought you might cart me off to the funny farm if I did tell you.”
“One thing perplexes me,” Giles said, his voice thoughtful. “How did you know what happened to the Slayer line?”
“Ah, well, I do apologize for this, but I have been keeping tabs on Buffy once I figured out that we existed in the same dimension,” Dumbledore replied. He had the good grace to look sheepish.
“So you got to know about me but I couldn’t find out about you?” Buffy asked. “That’s so
“How were you able to follow Buffy around?” Giles asked.
“It wasn’t difficult, if one knew the right people to ask,” Dumbledore replied.
“So, what’s this mission you’ve got for me?” Buffy asked. Both Giles and Dumbledore looked at her in surprise. “What? He said it wasn’t a social call so I’m putting my money on the mission bet.”
“Well, to know the mission, you first need to know the history,” Dumbledore replied. “I must tell you now, a Mr. Tom Riddle is featured rather unfavourably in this tale.”
“I already knew he was far from an angel when I met him,” Buffy replied with a roll of her eyes. “Continue.”
So Dumbledore told his story, of how Tom Riddle had transformed himself into Lord Voldemort. How he gathered followers from the prominent pureblood families; some surnames she recognized, although by the time Voldemort had started gathering his followers, his classmates were too old to be actively in the fight. Their children joined the ranks instead.
He told her of the fates of her friends. How Minerva McGonagall had become Deputy Headmistress, head of Gryffindor House and Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts. How Quentin Trimble had all but disappeared from public life in the 1960’s, although he still wrote Defence Against the Dark Arts textbooks. How Terrence Longbottom had died of cancer, a disease that even the Wizarding world could not cure, surrounded by his family. How Augusta Longbottom, nee Smith, was still alive and raising her grandson, Neville, a soon to be fifth year at Hogwarts, because his parents had been tortured into madness by Death Eaters. How Hagrid had been cleared of all charges and had been appointed Care of Magical Creatures professor.
He told her of the Order of the Phoenix and their struggle against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. He told her of their triumphs and their defeats. He told her of one fateful Halloween night some fourteen years ago when a boy, no more than a year old, had survived the Avada Kedavra curse, causing it to rebound on its caster. How one little boy named Harry Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort, the only thing to show for it was a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
“So what, you want me to make with the slayage?” Buffy asked. Her voice was steel, and there was something about her that hadn’t been there when she had had to defeat Angelus so many years ago.
She was prepared to send yet another person she had fallen in love with to his grave.
“Nothing so dramatic, my dear,” Dumbledore replied, patting her knee. “At least, not with Lord Voldemort. There’s a prophecy.”
“There always is,” Dawn muttered from her end of the couch.
“Yep,” Buffy agreed with a nod of her head.
“The prophecy states that Lord Voldemort will mark a boy as his equal, and neither can live while the other survives,” Dumbledore replied.
“And this Harry kid, he’s Tom’s equal?” Buffy asked.
“I’m afraid so,” Dumbledore replied wearily.
“Why do you require Buffy’s assistance?” Giles asked, curious. “This Riddle fellow seems to have evolved and is a much different person than the boy Buffy knew. How will she be of help?”
“She knows his history,” Dumbledore replied. “She’s an integral part of his history. Also, while we know about what tactics witches and wizards will use, we need someone well versed in demons and vampires.”
“So you want me to join this Order and help fight the good fight?” Buffy asked. Dumbledore nodded. “Well, so much for retirement.”
“What about me?” Dawn asked. “You’re leaving again. What am I supposed to do, sit here twiddling my thumbs? ‘Cause I gotta say, that’s gonna suck.”
“Well, if Miss Summers wishes to stay at Headquarters, you may wish to come with her. There are several people your age with whom you could spend time with,” Dumbledore replied.
“Well, it’s not like we need you here to help restructure the Council,” Giles said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. “I daresay you’ve had enough of stodgy old men telling you what to do?”
“Yeah,” Buffy replied. She turned to Dawn. “What do you say, Dawn? Are you up for an adventure into my other life?”
“Sounds cool,” Dawn replied with a grin. “So Gramps, when do we leave?”
“As soon as possible, I’m afraid,” Dumbledore replied, smiling a little at the nickname. “There is a meeting tonight and I was hoping that you might be able to attend.”
“I guess we should probably start packing, then,” Buffy said, getting up. Dawn followed Buffy’s lead and Giles was about to as well when Dumbledore’s voice stopped him.
“Might we chat a little bit longer, Mr. Giles?” he asked. “Unless you have something more pressing to deal with, of course.”
“No, no,” Giles said, sounding flustered. “Buffy, Dawn, you might want to go and pack. It may take you a while to find everything.”
“Gotcha,” Buffy replied. She grabbed Dawn by the arm and dragged her bodily from the room and up the stairs, not stopping until she reached the bedroom they had been shared for the past week.
“Wonder what Bumblebee man is talking to Giles about?” Dawn asked as she sat down on her bed, bouncing a little as she did so.
“Probably talking about his grandmum,” Buffy replied with a shrug. “She was a teacher at Hogwarts when I was there. Was a Watcher before that and acted as mine when Dippet and Dumbledore couldn’t send me back.”
“Woah,” Dawn said, blinking. “So this magic school, it’s for real?”
“Yep,” Buffy replied. “Great big castle in the middle of Scotland. Mild summers, freezing cold winters. Got into my first snowball fight. That
was something I don’t want to do again.”
“And you got to learn magic?” Dawn asked.
“Yeah,” Buffy replied. She reached over to her bedside table and opened the top drawer. Inside, buried underneath everything in the drawer was her wand. She extracted it and handed it over to her sister. “Rosewood and vampire blood, literally one of a kind. Mr. Ollivander said he’d never used vampire blood before he made that wand and he didn’t think anyone would be able to use it.”
“Vampire blood,” Dawn said sceptically as she took the wand from her sister. It emitted a couple of gold sparks, causing Dawn to drop it in surprise. “Is it supposed to do that?”
“No,” Buffy replied, picking the wand up from where it had rolled across the floor. “But I think I might know what’s happening. I’ll have to talk to Professor Dumbledore about it.”
“What’s it mean?” Dawn asked.
“Well, when it happened to me with Dumbledore’s wand, it meant I could do magic,” Buffy replied.
“You mean, I can do magic?” Dawn asked. Her eyes were shining with excitement.
“Well, I still need to talk to Dumbledore about it,” Buffy replied. “But it looks like maybe you can.”
“Cool!” Dawn exclaimed. “Wait… if I can
do magic, will you let
me do magic?”
“As long as you’re being taught by someone who knows what they’re doing and don’t try spells that are too advanced without supervision, I have no problems with it,” Buffy replied. “We’ll talk about it with Dumbledore later, okay?”
“Sure,” Dawn said. “Sure, sounds cool. So, do you know anything about the people who might be in this Order?”
“Not really,” Buffy replied. “I mean a lot of the people I knew when I was in school are, well, kind of old now. If I’m lucky, I’ll know their grandparents. If I’m really lucky, I’ll know their parents. Oh, this is gonna suck.”
“It won’t be so bad,” Dawn said cheerfully as she began gathering her things. “You can just say you’re well preserved. Hey, how old do you think Bumblebee man is?”
“Well, he was old-ish when I was a student,” Buffy replied. “Maybe a hundred? I know witches and wizards live longer than Muggles. And why are you calling him Bumblebee man? Because I swear I’m the one that does the name mangling around here.”
“But it is his name,” Dawn replied. “Well, kinda. The word Dumbledore is an eighteenth century word for bumblebee.”
“And there goes my super smart sister again,” Buffy said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you got sorted into Ravenclaw with all of the book smarts you’ve got going on in that brain of yours.”
“I’m not going to even pretend I understood that,” Dawn said. “By the way, what’s a Muggle?”
“Non-magic person,” Buffy replied. She surveyed the room, wrinkling her nose at the chaos around her, both from the packing and generally living there. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Here’s hoping I can still do this.”
She flicked her wand at the piles of clothes, concentrating on separating them. While it was far from a tidy job, but the clothes went into their respective suitcases like Buffy had hoped.
“Cool!” Dawn exclaimed. “How did you learn that?”
“My friend August taught me. I’m surprised I remembered, actually,” Buffy replied with a sigh. “It was one of the spells I needed to know for one of my exams, and she crammed more than enough stuff into my head.”
“What was learning magic like?” Dawn asked, sitting down on one of the beds.
“It was a lot like learning anything else,” Buffy replied. “Go to class, sit through a lecture, apply the knowledge. I was really good at Transfiguration and Potions, pants at Charms.”
“Pants?” Dawn asked, quirking an eyebrow at her sister.
“Oops, I guess all of the British didn’t get expelled after all,” Buffy replied, a little embarrassed. “The only thing that really sucked was how a lot of people were down on the Muggle born kids.”
“Muggle born kids?” Dawn asked.
“Kids who could do magic, but their parents couldn’t,” Buffy replied. “Since no one knew who my parents were, I was a Muggle born. A lot of people thought I was below them because of that, even the ones who had a Muggle parent. Thank God most of those people were in Slytherin and I didn’t deal with it that much, for the most part, but there was one girl I shared a room with who had the gall to tell me that I should stop trying to rise above my station. God, I wanted to smack her for being so stupid.”
Silence descended for a few moments as Buffy and Dawn continued their packing, trying to find everything in a bit of a rush. Sure, if they forgot anything they could just owl Giles to send it along, but the more stuff they brought along on the first run, the better off they would be.
“So, how do you think we’re getting to wherever we need to get to?” Dawn asked as she began checking behind dressers and beds to make sure everything was accounted for. “Because I don’t think Dumble-dude can drive.”
“Can you imagine?” Buffy asked with a snort. “Well, our options are most likely Floo powder, Apparating, Portkey, Knight Bus or flying.”
“Flying?” Dawn asked.
“On a broom,” Buffy replied with a grimace. “I’ve only tried it once, and it was a tandem broom ride with Terrence. It was fun, but I don’t think I’d be able to handle it solo.”
“What’s Apparating?” Dawn asked.
“Transporting yourself from one place to another,” Buffy replied. “It’s really hard to do, even harder when you’re taking other people along. I was supposed to take my test after my OWLs but, well, other things got in the way.”
“And a Portkey?” Dawn pressed.
“An object that transports you from one place to another,” Buffy replied. “Kind of like Apparating, but you put a spell on an object instead of doing the magic on yourself. Or something. Anyway, it’s usually how large groups travel.”
“And Floo powder?” Dawn asked.
“Travelling by fire,” Buffy replied. “Throw a handful of powder into the fire, it turns green and you stand in it before saying where you want to go. Never actually travelled by Floo, but I’ve heard its really messy.”
“Knight Bus?” Dawn asked.
“Big purple triple decker bus,” Buffy replied.
“And here I thought it would be awesome to zoom around London on a scooter,” Dawn said, just as there was a knock on the door. Giles poked his head in to survey the chaos.
“Are you two almost packed?” he asked.
“Getting there,” Buffy replied as she started summoning her and Dawn’s things. “Sorry Dawnie, but we’re going to have to leave hair dryers, straightening irons and curling irons here. No electricity.”
“That’s so backwards,” Dawn said as she manually checked to make sure that nothing had been missed. “I think we got everything important. Well, everything important we can take with us.”
“Good, because Mr. Dumbledore would like to get going as soon as you can,” Giles said. “Something about meeting some Order before the meeting.”
“Well, we’re all packed up,” Buffy said, flicking her wand one last time at the handsome trunks Giles had procured for them to store their things until he had gotten proper dressers for them. She grabbed both trunks and followed Giles and Dawn down the stairs.
“You know, I had read Slayers were strong, but I never really saw one in action,” Dumbledore remarked from the foyer as he watched Buffy haul both of the trunks down the stairs.
“Yep, that’s me, good for slaying vampires, demons and schlepping heavy bags,” Buffy replied perkily. She looked down at the large trunk at Dumbledore’s feet; he certainly hadn’t brought that with him. “What’s in the trunk, Professor?”
“That is my contribution to your excursion,” Giles said. “I have a feeling you’re going to need it before too long.”
Giles was acting like he knew something she didn’t, which was a usual occurrence. However, he was acting like he knew something about her that she didn’t know, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she liked that feeling. She narrowed her eyes at him, but let it slide for now. There were more important things to worry about now.
“So, how are we travelling?” Buffy asked.
“The Floo is being watched, Apparating with all of this luggage isn’t particularly safe, and flying isn’t a good idea when it’s daylight out,” Dumbledore replied. “And I don’t particularly enjoy riding the Knight Bus. Too many jumps.”
“I’ll explain later,” Buffy said. “So, train or portkey?”
“Portkey,” Dumbledore confirmed. “It’s still risky, but it’s the least risky out of all of our options. Besides, I’d stand out on the train a little, don’t you think?”
“Maybe just a little,” Buffy said with a small smile. “So, where’s the portkey and when does it leave?”
Dumbledore held out a handkerchief, monogrammed with his initials. “You have enough time to say your good-byes, I think,” he said with a smile before turning away, giving Buffy, Dawn and Giles a little bit of privacy.
“I’ve seen the both of you grow up into the capable young women I see before me,” Giles began, placing a hand on each of their shoulders as he spoke. “Despite knowing this, and seeing you grow before my eyes, I still find it difficult to send you off into an unknown community with new dangers and challenges. I only ask that you exercise caution when encountering these new challenges.”
“That sounded like a very British way of saying I care about you and be careful,” Buffy remarked.
“Well, yes,” Giles said. “I love you two as if you were my own. Please, make it so that you’ll come back to me someday.”
“We’ll do our best,” Buffy said, reaching over to hug him. “I can’t seem to stay dead, anyway. Maybe Dawn inherited that trait.”
“Don’t joke about that, dear girl,” Giles said, letting her go with a glare as Dawn launched herself at him. “Please, keep me updated if you can.”
“Will do,” Buffy replied. “Don’t try to kill the owl swooping in.”
“I shall do my best,” Giles said, before turning his attention to Dumbledore. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Professor Dumbledore. My grandmother spoke very highly of you, although she never did tell me what kind of school she taught at after she retired from the Watcher’s Council.”
“The pleasure was mine,” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. “I only wish that I had had the opportunity to teach you.”
“As do I,” Giles replied, before something rather Ripper-ish flashed behind his eyes. “Take care of my girls, Professor. If you don’t, they will find you in pieces.”
“You have my word,” Dumbledore said solemnly, and Buffy could tell he was panicking a little.
“A vague disclaimer is nobody’s friend,” Buffy remarked. “So, where are we going?”
“I need you to read and memorize what is on this slip of paper,” Dumbledore replied, taking out a slip of parchment. Buffy read it before handing it over to Dawn, who also read it. “Now, grab a hold of your luggage with one hand and touch the handkerchief with the other. Yes, that’s it. It should activate in three… two… one!”
Giles watched, in shock, as an old man, the two girls he had considered daughters and three trunks of clothing and books disappeared in a flash of light before his eyes.
XoXoXo Here’s chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews, of course, are appreciated, constructive criticism will be taken to heart and flames will be used to toast marshmallows. Thanks for reading.