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Summary: A sad little song fic about mothers and daughters... honestly tissue warning...

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredCountessMaryFR1311,826061,11911 Dec 0311 Dec 03Yes

Author: Countess Marsters

Summary: A sad little song fic about mothers and daughters.

Rating: PG-13 for violent situations

Thanks: To my own mother, who's very existence inspired this fic.

Note: The song is Always Everywhere by K's Choice

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter, Buffy, or the characters in 'em... hello, poor college student here, dealing with a massive obsession.

Her mouth still tasted like vomit, but Buffy Summers had yet to notice. Back still aching from the repeated heaving, Buffy stood wrapped in Giles' arms looking at Joyce's body on the floor. Unable to speak or think clearly she stood there and allowed Giles to wrap her in his strong embrace. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she understood what really had happened.

Virginia Weasley never thought anything like this would happen to her. She had half expected that her mother would be there for her always. She sat on the muddy ground outside of Malfoy Manor. Her pale face was covered with cuts and bruises and the rest of her body hadn't faired much better. The sun was setting on the huge estate as she cradled her mother's body in her arms and began to cry.

You turn off the light, kiss me good night

And mother, I know that I'm going to be alright

"I'll just let it burn."

She remembered the comfort of her mother's arms on the night she had found Angelus was back. She looked back on being curled in Joyce's chest and felt the sting of tears in her eyes. Her mom had been the one to protect her from Spike even before she knew about vampires and what went on in Sunnydale. She had tried to protect her from all of the evil demons, even if some of those demons were part of Buffy herself.

Buffy now found herself sitting alone on the living room couch, curled into a similar ball with no Joyce to snuggle up against. Dawn had finally cried herself to sleep and Buffy was allowed to deal with the loss of the only constant in her life. She pulled the pillows toward her body as she began to weep in earnest.

I just can't wait to grow up

Find my own life, be a good wife

And a smart one, I'm sure

Tears finally under control, Ginny put a hover charm on her mother's body. Trailing her fingers over Molly's face, twisted with pain, she began to walk away from the destroyed gates. The Death Eaters had finally fallen with help from her husband, Draco, but at what cost? She lost Hermione, Bill, and Percy... and in the end, her mother had taken the Avada Kedavra in her place. She had stepped in front of Ginny just as Lucius Malfoy threw the worst of the Unforgivable curses at her youngest child.

Ginny's eyes had widened in horror as her mother fell in a unmoving heap in front of her. Someone had loved her so much that they died for her. Her mother had loved her so much that she was now lifeless, lying in the dirt. Some part of her watched as she cast the same curse right back at him, protected by the same magic that kept Harry safe his first year at Hogwarts.

Draco approached her soon after she sank to the ground by her mother. Rocking back and forth with her arms wrapped around her mother's corpse, Ginny looked up at Draco who's bloodied face stared grimly back at her. He dropped to his knees, wordlessly pulling her to him. Not letting go of her mother, Ginny allowed him to attempt to comfort her.

I never took us for granted and I always knew

You and I are special

But I never knew how much I'd miss you

Such a stupid thing to miss, Buffy thought as she walked through the mall.

She missed her mom harping at her for taking too long looking around the various stores at Sunnydale's mall. She missed hanging out at the food court, pretending to be embarrassed to be with her mother. She even missed hiding the fact that she was a Slayer. The stories Mom bought, she remembered with a smile.

Why was it that it didn't matter what she was doing, where she was going, everything reminded her of her mom? Everything made her miss Joyce with every cell in her body. Washing dishes reminded her of her mom trying to get Buffy to eat waffles.

"They only don't have calories if I make them for you."

Mom logic, Buffy finished in her head, willing the tears to stop before they started.

So much has changed and been rearranged

And I see that I've lost

What made me so young and incredibly strong

And never ever wrong

You were always there

Because you're always everywhere

Finally back at The Burrow, Ginny sat at her dresser, absently running a brush through her hair. She closed her eyes as she remembered the year Ron went off to Hogwarts. She had her mother all to herself and they would do things together.

"Just us girls," she had said with a big grin on her face as she sat behind Ginny, brushing the youngest Weasley's hair. "My most precious baby girl," Molly whispered into her ear.

Tears brimming in her eyes, Ginny slid under the covers next to Draco. He looked at his wife and instinctively opened his arms. She laid her head on his chest and he closed them around her. A wet cheek brushed against his pale chest as she began to shake with sobs. He just pulled her closer.

"Shhh... it's okay, Gin," he whispered into her hair. "Love you."

I used to cry for no reason

And that's still the same

Except that I had adolescence to blame

But not now

"Who's gonna take care of us?"

Dawn finally knew. It had taken some of the load off of Buffy's shoulders to be able to tell her sister... this was killing her too. Dawn had actually been acting more like an adult than Buffy. She had just as many memories of Joyce, even though most of them were implanted in her brain. It was just like Joyce to take care of the young girl and to make sure she was taken care of, even though she wasn't technically hers.

Buffy remembered standing in the hall with Dawn, holding onto her as they watched their mother being wheeled down the hall. She could still feel the sigh of relief when the doctors told her everything had gone well, her mother was going to be fine. They had been wrong.

Now I feel sad because I don't know what's true

And I miss thinking I could be just like you.

Ginny opened her eyes and got out of bed, moving slowly as to keep from waking Draco. Quietly padding down to the kitchen, she began the ritual of preparing breakfast. Pulling out her wand, she started cutting up potatoes for mash.

"Mornin' Gin." Ron said as he hugged his sister, and began frying the sausages.

They settled into the routine they had established after... Ron lost Hermione and everyone lost Molly. It made the two youngest Weasleys wonder how she had managed to do it all alone for all those years.

So much has changed and been rearranged

And I see that I've lost

What made me so young and incredibly strong

And never ever wrong

The worst day for Buffy wasn't Mother's Day as one would think. Her worst day was Dawn's birthday. Joyce had always done the birthday thing very well. It was hard for Buffy to get through making Dawn's birthday cupcake without bursting into tears. For Dawn though, she had to try.

Switching on the radio and doing the dishes while the cupcake was baking, Buffy tried to take her mind off of her mom. She still felt like a child doing mom's work. Lost in thought she jumped when the timer went off on the oven. Opening up the drawer, she picked up an oven mitt. Hiding underneath the mitt was a small box, wrapped in holographic pink paper. Turning the box over she noticed the small piece of paper tied to it.

Happy Birthday, Buffy!

Sinking onto the floor, Buffy leaned against the cabinet and began to undo the wrapping paper with the greatest of care. Slowly pealing each piece of tape, as to not tear the paper, Buffy revealed a jeweler's box. Lifting the lid she uncovered a silver chain, and hanging from it was a pendant that was obviously specially made for Buffy. A small heart with a stake piercing through it, opened to reveal pictures of Joyce and Dawn.

Below the necklace lay a small folded note.

For my daughter, my friend, and my protector. Keep safe and know that we're with you no matter what.

Love always, Mom

Her eyes were no longer able to contain the tears as she buried her face in her hands and let them create tracks down her cheeks.

So much has changed and been rearranged

And I see that I've lost

What made me so sure that I could endure

How hard it is to live and lose and live again

And never understand

"I'm pregnant," Ginny informed Draco with a huge smile on her face.

"What?" he asked excitedly, unsure as to whether he was hearing things.

"We're having a baby!" Ginny exclaimed

Pulling Ginny into his arms, Draco spun her around in circles.

"I'm going to be a father!" he nearly squealed, acting very unlike a Malfoy. This was okay though, owing to the fact that he had changed his last name to Weasley when he and Ginny had married. "Do you know what it is?"

"Well, I was planning on a human, but I can arrange for something else if you're interested," she joked.

"You know what I mean, Gin," he said with a very Malfoy-like glare.

"It's going to be a girl," Ginny finally managed with a sigh.

"I'm going to have a daughter?" Draco asked, unbelieving.

"I was thinking we could name her..."

"Molly," they both said a the same time, tears beginning to form in Ginny's eyes.

"I love you, Draco."

"Good thing, because you're going to be my daughter's Mum."

You are always everywhere

You're always there

Two women sit, worlds apart.

One sits on the window seat of her small cottage, embraced by her husband. She looks out her window into the overcast sky and leans back into his arms. Her belly is swelling with the new life they've made. Running her hands over her stomach she smiles as the newest Weasley waits to make her first appearance.

The other is reclining against the front steps of her home. She watches as a group of children play in a sprinkler down the street. With a small smile on her lips she leans farther back on the steps and stares up into the sky.

Both women are happy. Both know that something is missing... someone is missing.


You turn off the light, and kiss me goodnight

And mother, I know that I'm going to be alright

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