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This story is No. 4 in the series "Lost and Found". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Voldemort is out for blood, the Ministry is hunting for the long lost Slayer, and Buffy's caught in the middle of a war that threatens the entire wizarding world... The final chapter of the Lost and Found Series.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Sirius BlackMerisidaFR152060,60946314,70812 Jul 1316 Oct 13Yes

The Burdened

THE FATED


Disclaimer: BTVS and HP belong to their respective owners, I'm only borrowing their character for a bit. Oh and I'm not making any profit from it either.


A/N: Finally I'm getting around to posting up the newest (and last) addition to the Lost & Found Series. Obviously since this is the last story it would be helpful if you've read the others first or you might be a little lost yourself.
Although I've not marked this as a romance fic yet, it will eventually have a Buffy/Sirius pairing so the story category will most likely change when that comes into it.
Lastly, I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently for this, I know it's taken a little longer than I thought... And of course thank you to everyone continuing to read and review the entire series, because without all of you guys, it wouldn't exist :).







Chapter 1: The Burdened


The moonlight was shinning down on her, lighting a path through the overgrown and deserted cemetery as Buffy focused on putting one foot in front of the other and repeating her actions over and over again.

With a sigh she let her gaze drift upwards. The moon wasn't full yet, not for another week or so, but it shone brilliantly white against the pitch black sky. There were no clouds so the stars were shinning ever so prettily. A gentle breeze filled the air, but it was still warm enough out to walk without a heavy jacket.

The night had been slow so far, with only two vampires rising before her. She'd dealt with them in record time, having lost the will to banter with her enemies, and had instead taken up Giles' favourite approach to vampire slaying. 'Plunge and move on...' She had repeated the phrase in her mind like a mantra.

Now she was all alone again, not that she minded the quiet. Back home at Grimmauld Place the silence was almost stifling, at least out in the darkness it always felt like a peaceful silence, a tranquil silence. Out here in the dark she could feel... something that calmed her. She supposed it was because she was a creature of the night herself, she connected with it.


Things had gotten better for them all at Grimmauld Place. Not by much, but every smile, every genuine laugh, every moment spent not thinking about what they had lost, was a step in the right direction. They had finally found themselves back in an almost normal routine and they were getting by. It was hard, and it was painful at times, but they were getting through it one day at a time.


Buffy stopped her walk to take a seat on a nearby headstone, her instincts telling her she needed to be there.

A few minutes passed as she stared around the cemetery, her eyes taking in the familiar buildings and stone statues around her. And then the earth beneath her feet shifted, the dirt caving in underneath.

A hand clawed up from beneath the surface, covered in earth, and Buffy watched as the vampire slowly rose from its grave, unaware of the Slayer sitting right behind it.

Once the vampire had fully risen he began dusting the dirt from his clothes, and Buffy silently hopped down from her seat, tapping the vampire on the shoulder.

She smiled as the vampire turned, jamming her stake through his chest and watching as his eyes widened before his entire body turned to dust, scattering to the ground.

“Well, that was a thrilling night!” She mumbled to herself as she stepped over the pile of ash and took one last look around the graveyard. Satisfied that she was indeed still alone, she apparated back home, unwilling to walk the rest of the short distance.


Seconds after the Slayer had vanished from her spot a single figure emerged from the trees. He'd been lucky that she'd been too lost in thought to notice him, for a moment he had been sure she was going to spot him following after her.

But at least he had found what he had been looking for. The girl was most definitely Isabella Lupin, and that meant she was the Slayer.

And that meant she had to die.
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