The Phoenix Child

Story by Malli

Webdesign by CrystalCheyenne


CrystalCheyenne's Notes:

Thank you all who responded for my plea to get this story after I found out about Malli's accident. Special thanks for Brianna who send me the whole unfinished story.

All those notes about changes in the Buffy universe I've gathered from Malli's original text and put them on this page.

If someone is interested to finish this story, please contacted me, so I could put those coming chapters here also.

I think everyone knows that this story belongs to Malli's, but the web designing is all mine.

I've Beta-read the story, and I've corrected some minor grammar things. So, don't kick my ass about those changes. They are so small you won't even find them. But mostly this story is it's original suit.

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter, they belong to Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling.

Timeline: Takes place during the 5th book of Harry Potter, a rewrite of sorts of the Phoenix. After season seven of Buffy.

Pairings: Buffy / Sirius , Xander / Anya

Changes in the Buffy universe:

1) There were a few more years before graduation and the Glory fiasco, and another year between seasons six and seven-just to make them older by the end of season seven. The whole Glory thing didn't happen until Buffy was 23, not 20.

2) Kennedy is just a rebound and won't be showing up at all.

3) Dawn was not supposed to jump into the portal, as it would have caused chaos, therefore, Buffy died and afterward, Dawn was no longer needed, so the PTB reverted her back into energy and took her wherever they needed to take her, and destroyed all the fake memories everyone had of her-the real ones were kept.

4) "Dead Things" happened right after "Normal Again" and before "Seeing Red."

5) Giles came back to Sunnydale after the events of Normal Again-he decided his life in England was too mundane: he missed being helpful to the world, he missed his "children," and he didn't have much of a life left in England after being away for so long.

6) The events of Season Seven happened directly after "Grave." There was no summer free of demons, Willow and Giles didn't go to England, and instead she got help surrounded by her friends and loved ones. The whole, Giles comes back with power from the coven thing, is just disregarded totally. That's all for now. Anything else will be explained later in the story.



With a new moon hanging above, the sky was dark and unwelcoming. Thunderclouds could be seen rolling in from the west, blocking out the twinkling stars. The streets were deserted, as they frequently were at this time of night. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named grew stronger every day and people foolishly believed that they would be safer locked in their houses after the sun went down. Most of the wizarding world lived in fear, because the powerful wizard enjoys terrorizing both the wizard and muggle worlds.

Instead of the usual feelings of joy associated with the trip home, wizards and witches were anxious and afraid. They feared seeing the Dark Mark hovering over the remains of their houses, their families, and their lives.

It was a dark time indeed, as there was no hope in the world; no one had the power to defeat the dark wizard, not even Albus Dumbledore.

But tonight, two words, a simple name uttered from a Seer's lips, would set in motion a series of events foretold thousands of years ago, a prophecy long forgotten by all but a select few..


"My Lord," a man said submissively, kneeling before an imposing figure cloaked in black robes.

"Did you find the Seer?" the figure asked, his red eyes boring into the man's vulnerable form, daring him to bring bad news.

"Yes, my Lord," the man replied with a note of relief tingeing his words. A malicious smile slowly formed on the thin lips of the erect individual.

"And?" he prompted impatiently.

"It's the Potter child," the man quickly offered, knowing first hand of his master's infamous temper.

"James Potter? How unsurprising. The Potters have always been a thorn in my side," the Dark Lord hissed angrily.

"No, it's the younger one," he corrected. "Elizabeth."

"A girl?" he questioned in disbelief. "A girl is going to be responsible for the fate of the world?"

"The seer said Elizabeth Potter," the man confirmed, his head still lowered toward the ground.

"How disappointing. I thought this would be a challenge." The Dark Lord sighed and sat down in his high-backed silver chair, which was resting slightly behind him. An idea suddenly manifested in the wizard's dark and twisted mind. "However, I could use her. If she becomes as powerful as foretold, the damage she could do would be remarkable." Warming up to the idea, he quickly continued, "She will be much easier to break than anyone else; she is just a girl. A little. Persuasion should help to turn her loyalties."

"An excellent idea, my Lord. By killing her you would only rid us of a possible enemy, but by turning her, you make her an ally."

"Assemble a team. Find her and bring her back to me tonight," the dark lord ordered. "Kill anyone who gets in your way but do not kill her. She shall become my protégé." With that, the man quickly got up and left, unwilling to bring about any displeasure in his master. There was no matching the wrath of Lord Voldemort.


That same night, in a peaceful neighbourhood in London, a scream broke the silence of the night.

"James!" Elizabeth yelled amid howls of laughter. All she had wanted was a glass of pumpkin juice. Instead, she ended up on the receiving end of one of her brother's jokes. Again. Now she was vibrant shade of orange, with purple polka dots and green horns, which clashed with her blonde hair.

"I didn't make you drink that," James said innocently, holding his hands up, trying to keep his laughter in check.

"You're supposed to label anything that you make before you store it," she replied furiously.

"At least we didn't get around to adding a tail to the mix, Buffy," Sirius said, using the nickname he'd given her when they were little.

"Yeah, you only got the horns," Peter snickered.

Buffy's eyes widened as she put her hands to her head. "Horns?" Buffy ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

"Three, two, one," Remus counted, and right on cue, another scream vibrated through the house. The door flew back open and Buffy marched right back towards her brother.

"Fix it now," Buffy said, her voice low and dangerous. The laughter died and the smiles slipped off their faces. The four friends looked nervously at each other, having each been on Buffy's bad side before. They learned a long time ago to stop using her for all their pranks; she could give just as well as she could receive. It really was an accident that Buffy drank their potion; James had just needed to store it for a little while before they could add anything more and in his excitement, he forgot to label it.

"Buff, we haven't had the time to make an antidote yet," James said slowly. As Buffy's eyes narrowed, he continued quickly, "but we'll go right now with what's left of the potion and get you back to normal in no time." The boys nodded and started to file out the door towards James' room.

However, James couldn't resist one last parting shot. At the kitchen's doorway, he turned around with a small smirk on his face and said, "Happy Birthday, Buffy." A glass shattered on the wall next to his head, and he ducked into the hallway.

"I'm sure they'll find a solution in no time," Lily said from her place by the sink. She had come with Buffy to get some juice but had wisely stayed out of the resulting chaos between her best friend and her boyfriend. "And if they don't come up with something by the time school starts next week, well, they say black goes with everything." Lily smiled softly, letting her friend know she was just joking.

Buffy groaned and sat down at the table and rested her head on her hands. "I've got horns!" she moaned.

"You're orange with purple polka dots and you're worried about the horns?" Lily asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They're green! And pointy!" Buffy exclaimed, as it that explained everything.

"Ahhh, I see," Lily said, clearly not understanding.

"How in the world did James get to be Head Boy? I mean, you I can understand, but James." Buffy said.

"I never realized you thought I was Head Boy material. I mean, I never thought I gave off boy-vibes." Lily joked.

"Head Boy, Head Girl, same thing," Buffy mumbled with a wave of her hand.

"I doubt you'll say that when you're Head Girl," Lily told her.

"What are you going on about? Head Girl? Right."

"Why not? You're at the top of your class and you just got made a Prefect. I think it's a distinct possibility," Lily said. "Of course, if you really want to be Head Boy, I'm sure Sirius will understand."

"Hey!" Buffy said with a slight blush creeping up at the mention of her boyfriend.

"So what did he get you for your birthday?" Lily asked, changing the subject. "Aside from some green horns?"

"Nothing yet," Buffy said. "I think he's waiting until he can sneak away from James. You know how he gets."

"Yeah, his best friend is dating his baby sister. It's a tough place to be, but family comes before friendship and he'll always be way over protective of you."

Silence descended over the kitchen and they could hear small explosions and yelps spewing from the closed door down the hall. Buffy groaned again while Lily chuckled quietly.

"I've got to get home, Buffy," Lily said, standing up. "I'm already past my curfew." The two girls walked out of the kitchen into the adjacent living room where the fireplace was located. Lily hugged Buffy before throwing some floo powder into the raging fire. "Happy Birthday, Buffy," she said, and disappeared in the green flames.

Buffy walked back to the kitchen, intent on cleaning up the shattered glass. It was her 15th birthday and she was about to enter her 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her brother, James, and his three friends were all still 16 and would be entering their 7th , and final, year, along with Lily. Buffy didn't know what was going to happen the year after. It's not like she didn't have any friends in her year, it's just that her brother, her boyfriend, and her best friend were all graduating. Remus too. And Peter, well, she never really liked Peter. There was something about him that just rubbed her the wrong way, and she didn't hide her feelings too well. Remus, James, and Sirius all knew how she felt about him, but he was their friend, they couldn't desert him. They just always made a point to keep Peter away from her, and they never left them alone together. Not that she was around them that much. In fact, they were always off doing something together, usually up to no good, but they were always around the house during the summer vacation so she got to know them all really well. Remus was like another brother to her.

Buffy and Sirius had been going out for a little under a year now, but they had known each other all their lives. Sirius and James had been best friends practically from birth. And then Sirius started living with them after his 5th year when he ran away from home. He really hated his family and was planning on getting a place of his own once he turned 17. But for now he was sleeping in their guest bedroom and Buffy was able to see him quite often. The only rule her parents have is that he isn't allowed in her room with her door closed. Buffy smirked as she thought of how many times they broke that rule.

Her parents were both called away earlier that night on 'emergency business', most likely having to do with Voldemort. It's been happening more and more lately. Anyway, her parents felt bad about leaving her on her birthday, so they invited some people over. Remus and Peter were staying the night, as was Sirius obviously, but Lily's parents didn't want her sleeping over at her boyfriend's house without adult supervision. So Buffy was left with a houseful of boys and green horns.

Buffy quickly muttered a spell, fixing the broken glass in seconds. Since Voldemort came to power, the ban on magic outside of school was lifted, allowing the children to protect themselves if needed.

"Ha, Ha!" James laughed after a particularly loud explosion. The door opened and the boys trooped out, James in the lead holding a vial of bright blue solution. Smoke was billowing off the top and foam was spilling over the edge.

Buffy lifted an eyebrow. "You expect me to drink that?"

"You want the horns gone, right?" Remus asked.

Buffy quickly weighted her options and decided that whatever they gave her couldn't be worse than horns. She accepted the vial from James's outstretched hand and downed the contents in one gulp. She closed her green eyes as it felt like ice settled through her veins and she shivered involuntarily.

When she opened her eyes, she saw all the boys wearing relieved smiles. "It worked."

Buffy felt her head and noticed the horns protruding from her skull were gone. She looked at her skin and noticed it was back to its normal tan complexion. She breathed a sigh of relief and then grinned evilly at the boys. "Just wait," she said and slipped past them to go to her own room. She would get them back but right now she just wanted to sleep.

After changing into a pair of grey pajama pants and a blue tank top, Buffy heard a knock on her door. "Come in," she called, recognizing Sirius' all too familiar knock. He entered quietly and quickly and shut the door behind him.

"I told James I was going to the bathroom. Somehow I don't think he'll approve of me being in here," he explained.

"But it's my birthday," Buffy pouted sweetly.

Sirius couldn't resist and took a step forward, capturing her lips with his own. The kiss began to get more passionate when they pulled apart due to lack of oxygen.

Sirius pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and handed it to Buffy. "Happy Birthday, Buffy."

Buffy's breath caught in her throat as she opened the box. Inside was a beautiful silver chain with a phoenix pendent hanging from it.

"Since you're obsessed with phoenixes, I thought you might like this. I transfigured it myself," Sirius said proudly. "It took a couple of tries to get it exactly how I wanted it, but I hope you like it."

Buffy was speechless, so she decided to thank him with another kiss. When they broke apart, she said, "I love it. It's absolutely gorgeous." Sirius helped put it around her neck, clasping it in the back while she held her blonde hair to the side.

"I love you," Sirius said, gazing into her twinkling eyes.

"I love you too." Buffy replied, kissing him again. Only this time they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Buffy, it's me," James said.

"Just a second," Buffy's panicked voice said.

"I just wanted to apologize for the potion mix up," James continued. Meanwhile, Sirius transformed into his dog form and attempted to crawl under the bed. Buffy rushed to the door and opened it, revealing James.

"An apology isn't going to work," Buffy said, trying not to look too suspicious.

James gave her a brilliant smile and said, "Well, it couldn't hurt to try." He was about to leave when he saw a tail sticking out from under the bed; a familiar looking tail. "Padfoot?" James asked in disbelief, and watched as the tail seemed to get sucked up by the bed.

"Goodnight, James," Buffy said, trying to close the door.

"Buffy," James scolded, shoving past her into her room. "What would mom and dad say?" James threw the covers aside to reveal a big, black dog.

"About my stray dog Snuffles?" Buffy asked innocently.

"Padfoot, get out," James said and watched as the dog slowly inched his way out, moving his paws very slowly. Finally he got out and changed back to his human form and grinned cheekily at James.

"James! Fancy meeting you here." To Buffy he said, "Do you know what kind of dust bunnies you have under there? It's disgusting." James took him by the arm and pulled him out of Buffy's room. Passing Buffy, Sirius asked, "Snuffles?"

"It's all I could think of!" Buffy said with a shrug.

"Goodnight, Buffy." James said, closing the door as they left.

Buffy could hear their voices drifting away as they walked down the hall to James' room. "I can't believe you told her! What we did was illegal, which means it's supposed to be a secret!"

"I didn't tell her. She's not stupid you know; she figured it out by herself." Sirius defended.

Buffy smiled and leaned against the door. James seemed more upset that Buffy knew about Padfoot than about them being in the room together with the door closed. Buffy guessed he couldn't rebuke her too much, seeing how he and Lily were always holed up in his room when their parents were out. He was just being the overprotective brother again.

Buffy walked over to her dresser and looked into the mirror resting on top of it. She picked up her hairbrush and started to brush it out. Her skin prickled, goose bumps appeared on her arms and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She felt like she was being watched.

She continued to brush her hair and used her mirror to look behind her, but all she saw was her empty room. The bed was untouched, as was the nightstand beside it, the window was slightly opened and the closet doors were closed. 'Wait,' Buffy thought, her stomach dropping, 'I didn't open the window.'

Her right hand stilled its movements and she placed the brush on the dresser. "James?" she asked slowly. "This isn't funny." Buffy turned around and walked over to the window. "I know you're in here with that cloak." Even though she knew it couldn't be him, as he had just left her room, but it made her less afraid. She shut the window and locked it. Turning around, Buffy faced her seemingly empty room and inched towards the door.

"Stupify," a voice whispered, but Buffy was ready and dove to the floor, did a roll and came up by the door.

She heard other curses being thrown at her and her eyes widened. There were several people in her room and she couldn't see any of them.

A spot on the wall next to her head exploded from where a spell slammed into it. Buffy quickly opened the door and ran out into the hall yelling, "James!"

Now they appeared. There were five people standing in the room behind her and they were all dressed like Death Eaters.

Her wand was in the kitchen on the table where she left it after fixing the glass, so she ran towards the kitchen. "James! Help!" Buffy cried again, alerting the house to the danger. They were still after her, but a moving target was very difficult to hit, especially in the dark in unfamiliar territory.

Buffy could hear the door to James' room open and she could imagine the surprise on their faces to see five Death Eaters storming around their house. She could definitely hear their startled gasps.

That's when all hell broke loose.

Buffy reached the kitchen and grabbed her wand, ducking behind the island to protect herself from the spells. She could hear the boys yelling curses in the hallway and knew they were in trouble. The hallway was too tight, too enclosed to have a battle in. There was no room to dodge a curse and with so many people, it was hard to miss; although, it did work both ways.



"James, look out!"

"Avada Ke davra!"

"No!" Buffy yelled, recognizing the unstoppable killing curse.

"Buffy!" Sirius yelled, worried for her safety.

She heard footsteps entering the kitchen behind her, but they weren't the footsteps she heard stomping over the house all the time. They were heavier, unfamiliar footsteps. Buffy waited for the right second and then jumped up from behind the island and yelled, "Stupify!" The red light hit him full on the chest, knocking him backwards and down.

She could still hear the ruckus in the hallway and knew she had to help them. She went out the door connected to the family room, intent on sneaking up behind them. Unfortunately, more men in robes surprised her there. Five more Death Eaters stood in the living room with their wands pointed at her. She knew she was no match for dueling so many full-grown wizards - she was only through 4 years of school! Buffy ducked around the incoming volley of spells, and threw some back at them. She was more likely to get a shot in that them because they stood there tall in proud, not fearing a threat from her.

Back in the kitchen, Buffy thought she might have better luck with bigger objects and started hurling pots and pans out of the door. An occasional grunt told her that her aim wasn't too bad.

The sounds in the hallway were gone, but the battle raged on in another room of the house. "James! Sirius! Remus!" Buffy yelled. She had to know that they were all right. She ran towards the sounds, passing by Peter's unconscious body on the floor, and ended up in the family room with two Death Eaters still behind her. Upon entering the room, she saw James and Sirius behind the couch, throwing curses over the top. Remus was close by, using a chair for cover.

Upon seeing her, one of the Death Eaters said, "Get the girl." A second one nodded and tore away from the battle, aiming at her. "Stupify!" he yelled and Buffy ducked, allowing the curse to hit one coming up behind her.

Buffy jumped and twisted, ducked and rolled, avoiding curses while sending a few herself. Unfortunately, there were too many; they just never seemed to stay down.

Now, only Sirius and James were left. They were the only two to see Buffy get stunned and fall to the floor. "Buffy!" James yelled, struggling to help his sister. "No!" he yelled again as he saw a Death Eater bend over to pick her up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sirius fall beside him, receiving a curse once he left the safety of the couch. He ran towards Buffy, his seeker skills allowing him to dodge a majority of the curses.

But he wasn't fast enough. The last thing he was Buffy's body dangling over the Death Eater's shoulder, her blonde locks tumbling down the man's back. The last thing he heard was his own voice once again screaming for the sister he'd never see again.


The Ministry of Magic had been alerted to the large amounts of magic issuing from school children's wands. It was coming from the Potter's house.

Aurors were sent immediately and they got there in time to see the house in ruins and the Dark Mark hovering in the sky. Most of the Aurors went inside to check on the status of the members of the house. However, one of the younger Aurors saw some movement out of the corner of his eye.

He apparated to a small patch of trees, where he had seen the movement. Successfully surprising the Death Eaters, he quickly stunned them and noticed the girl lying between them. It looked as if they had been attempting to portkey somewhere. 'Why would they want to take her somewhere?' the Auror thought. 'The Death Eaters never capture, they only kill.'

The man walked over to the girl and said, "Enervate," awakening her from her immobile state.

She looked around confused for a moment, but then all the memories came back once she saw the two robed figures. "James! And Sirius and Remus!" she said. "Where are they? Are they okay?" she questioned rapidly.

"Calm down. It's Elizabeth, right?" At her nod, he continued. "You were taken by the Death Eaters, but I took care of them. As for the others, I don't know because I came after you. I haven't been in the house."

Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by the Minister of Magic walking up behind the Auror.

"Alastor!" Fudge called out. "May I have a word?" He spared a brief, nervous glance at the blonde before adding, "Alone?"

Alastor Moody nodded and motioned for the girl to stay put while the two conversed quietly behind some trees. "What's the matter, Minister?"

"I've received the details of what happened, the attack on the Potter's house and all, and it confirms some disturbing information I've received earlier tonight," Fudge said. "It seems that Miss Potter is going to be very powerful when she is older, perhaps even more so than You-Know-Who himself."

Understanding dawned on Moody's face. "That's why he wanted to capture her. He planned on turning her to his side, so he could use her."

Impatient and irritated, Buffy snuck closer to the two men so she could hear their 'important' conversation.

"I fear that might be the case and as Minister, I have a job to do and people to protect. I can't allow that to happen."

"Well, she's safe now. We've stopped the Death Eaters," Moody said.

"This time, yes, but what about in the future? I'm sure he won't stop just because he was detained once." Fudge paused for a moment.

"Well, what am I supposed to do about it?" Moody asked. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I want you to kill her," Fudge said. Moody's jaw dropped and he was stunned, speechless, as was Buffy who couldn't believe what she heard. "She is a threat to the world and needs to be gotten rid of."

"You're asking me to kill an innocent fifteen year old girl because you're afraid of what might happen in the future? You can't be sure of anything!" Moody argued.

"If You-Know-Who gets his hands on her, we're all doomed," Fudge persisted.

"She might be the one to destroy Voldemort! You can't know what is going to happen," Moody said, scowling when the Minister flinched at the name.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take. I'm ordering you to kill her and bring her body back to her family. Tell them that the Death Eaters killed her. Do you understand?" Fudge said with a threat clearly implied by his tone.

"Yes," Moody replied reluctantly. Fudge nodded and then disappeared with a 'pop!'

Buffy stepped out from behind the tree in shock. "Are you going to kill me?"

Moody's heart broke, looking at this innocent girl, still in her pyjamas. He looked at her for the longest time, but he already knew what his answer would be. "No."

Buffy looked surprised at his answer. "Then I can go home now?"

"No," Moody said. "You can't ever go home again. I have to bring your body back or there will be hell to pay. I'm going to send you away; you'll become someone else." As he was talking, Moody reached for a stick and turned it into a portkey.

Buffy's eyes widened, but before she could protest, Moody had pointed his wand at her and modified her memory. While she was still in a daze, Moody asked her what she wanted her name to be. He figured she should at least get to name herself, lest he should give her some stupid name like Joan or something.

"Buffy," she replied absently. Moody raised an eyebrow at that, but let her keep it. He made her grab the stick and they disappeared from the clearing. Fifteen minutes later, Moody reappeared alone in the same spot he left.


Back in Los Angeles, California, Buffy Summers was asleep in her bed, never realizing what had just happened. She believed herself to be a stereotypical teenage American cheerleader. She had no memory of her friends, of her real family, of England, or of magic. However, Moody forgot to take her phoenix necklace, leaving her confused as to where it came from.


In London, Moody transfigured an old tree branch to resemble Buffy and carried the body back to a house full of worried people. Every heart broke at the sight of her still form and tears were quickly shed.

Despite the sombre atmosphere, Moody thought he had done the best thing. He had saved the girls life and possibly the lives of others, if what Fudge said came true. She would grow up as a muggle, never knowing about magic or the wizarding world.

Alas, Moody could not deny destiny, for three months later a new slayer was called.