Disclaimer: None of the characters or settings in this story belong to me. They belong to Joss Whedon and JK Rowling and I'm not making any money out of them.
Timeline: Post GoF in HP verse. Post Chosen in Buffy, but somewhere mid season 4 of Angel for the purposes of this story
Premise: Unwilling to face another summer at the Dursleys after Voldemort's rebirth, Harry discovers the truth about his family and an aunt who holds the key to his mother's past. And Buffy Summers finds a nephew that she left behind thirteen years ago…
Pairings: undecided as yet
A/N: For readers that have read my stuff before, you'll know that it's been ages since I posted. I'm really sorry if you wanted a Redeemed update but I've had such incredible writers block, probably not helped by the fact that I've been writing this. Redeemed is going to be on hold while I get this started, but don't worry it will definitely be finished in the early part of next year, unlike Changes which is officially abandoned as I have no clue where to go with that story. Anyone that would like to take it over can mail me at
This story is another lost relative story but hopefully it'll be a bit different since its set almost entirely in the Buffy verse. If you like it please review and let me know why and if you hate it then also let me know why!
"Now I have
work for each of you. Fudge's attitude, though not unexpected, changes
everything. Sirius, I need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus
Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher – the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's
for a while, I will contact you there."
Harry glanced up at Sirius whose jaw was tightly set. He nodded sharply.
"Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape.
"You know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready…if you are prepared…"
"I am," said Snape.
He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.
"Then, good luck," said Dumbledore, and he
watched with a trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly out
of the ward.
It was several minutes before Dumbledore spoke again.
"I must go
downstairs," he said finally. "I must see the Diggorys. Harry – take the rest
of you potion. Sirius – you must go to Lupin. I will see all of you as soon as
"Wait," Harry said suddenly. Dumbledore fixed his light blue eyes on Harry. "I want to go with Sirius, to Lupin's. Please, let me go with Sirius." Dumbledore's expression softened slightly.
"That is not possible," he said, a trace of regret in his voice. "You must remain at Hogwarts and then return to your Aunt and Uncle's home. You will see Sirius after that, I promise."
"No," Harry said, surprising even himself with
the vehemence in his voice. "I can't go back to the Dursleys, don't send me
back there." Dumbledore's expression softened.
"You must Harry," he said gently. "If only for a short while. There are things in motion that you do not understand yet. You will soon."
"Please Professor. Anywhere but the Dursleys. Can't I go with Ron?"
"Harry, please," Sirius said, coming forward. "Just do as Dumbledore asks, it won't be long."
"I can't go back to the Dursleys. I can't, not
now. Can't I stay here? Anywhere but there, with them," Harry implored Sirius.
Sirius and Dumbledore exchanged glances and Harry saw Sirius shake his head imperceptibly which Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at.
"No," Sirius said, voicing his thoughts. "Not there." Harry looked up at Sirius' face which was carefully expressionless.
"Sirius," Dumbledore said quietly. "It is not out of the question."
"It is to me," Sirius said tightly. "It is too dangerous. Absolutely not." Dumbledore studied Sirius' face intently and Harry could see there was some sort of battle going on between them.
"Shouldn't Harry decide?" Dumbledore said finally and Harry moved his gaze to him. Sirius looked quickly at his godson and sighed defeatedly.
"Tell him then," he said petulantly. "But it's not what I wanted, remember that." Harry pushed his bedcovers aside and made to get out of his hospital bed but Dumbledore came to his bedside and motioned for him to stay put.
"You must rest," he said simply. Harry stared up at Dumbledore questioningly and Dumbledore sighed heavily.
"What I am going to tell you will come as somewhat of a shock," Dumbledore said slowly, eyes fixed unfalteringly on Harry's. "But you must bear with me and I will answer any questions you have after I am finished." Harry nodded, throat constricted as he waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"I know you have not been happy at the Dursleys," Dumbledore began. "I wished it were otherwise, I wished that you could go with Sirius or one of any of the many Wizarding families that offered to take you but it was not to be so. I told you a few years ago that when your mother died she left a lasting protection on you that Voldemort could not fathom or break. This protection was known to me when I sent Hagrid to collect you from your parent's home and I used it to invoke an ancient magic to protect you. I knew you would be in danger; that the war that had just come to an abrupt halt would begin again soon. You would be safe at Hogwarts, I could watch you, however in the holidays I feared for your safety. But the legacy of your mother had given us a powerful method to protect you. Old magic, more ancient than most know of, used your mother's love to keep you safe, as long as you lived wherever her blood resided."
"Privet Drive," Harry murmured. "Aunt Petunia." Dumbledore nodded despondently.
"While you can still call home the place where your mother's blood dwells, you cannot be touched or harmed by Voldemort there." Harry stared through Dumbledore, his mind whirling.
"So I have to stay at the Dursleys?" Harry said hollowly. Once again Dumbledore looked at Sirius who wore a deeply disapproving expression.
"Yes," Dumbledore said hesitantly. "And no. It is imperative that you stay at a place where your mother's blood resides, you are now in more danger than even you know." Harry frowned in confusion.
"Then what? How is there any alternative?" Harry said bemusedly. His frowned lifted when a look of realisation came to his features. "Unless there's…..another."
Wordlessly, Dumbledore nodded.
"My grandparents?" Harry guessed. "They're
still alive?" Dumbledore shook his head.
"Another sister. There was Lily, Petunia and….another" he murmured gravely. Shock crossed Harry's face.
"I have another Aunt?" he asked in disbelief. "Why wasn't I told?" Sirius came forward to stand by Dumbledore at Harry's bedside.
"Because she isn't a witch," he said finally. "And she doesn't live in Britain. It wasn't practical."
"I don't give a damn about the practicalities of the situation! I could've lived with her," Harry stated angrily. "You all knew what the Dursleys are like; you knew how much I hated living there and how they treated me. I could've lived with my other Aunt, she couldn't have been much worse than the Dursleys."
"Your Aunt is not like Petunia Dursley,"
Dumbledore said quietly. "She loved Lily very much and she was a lot like her.
But at the time we all felt it was safer for you to go to Privet Drive." Harry
stared at Dumbledore and Sirius in turn.
"So I can go to stay with her?" Harry asked imploringly. Once again Sirius and Dumbledore exchanged looks and Harry began to get irritated.
"What is it?" he asked irritably. "Does she not know I exist? Does she not know I'm a wizard?"
"She knows," Sirius said quietly. "She's your godmother. She was even a member of the Order before Voldemort fell." Harry was astounded.
"But you said she's not a witch," he said frowning. Dumbledore nodded.
"She isn't," he confirmed. "But she is the slayer." Harry was flabbergasted again.
"She's the slayer?" he repeated in a low
voice. "Then surely I would've been better protected by staying with her."
Dumbledore shook his head impassively.
"In Defence Against the Dark Arts you have learnt about the Hellmouth, a centre of mystical convergence, correct?" Harry nodded, sensing where this was going. "Well this slayer lives atop the Hellmouth and at the time we decided that it was too dangerous for you to be sent there."
Harry looked away, staring unseeingly at the floor for a few moments. When he looked back, his jaw was set determinedly.
you tell me about my Aunt?" he asked grimly. "What's her name? How old is she?"
Dumbledore looked at Sirius who sighed heavily.
"Her name is Buffy Summers," he said neutrally. "She's twenty eight years old and she lives in Sunnydale California. She was six years younger than Lily and they were very close. When Buffy turned 12 she was sent to America with her Uncle Hank and Aunt Joyce Summers to live. There were a lot of muggle-born wizard's families being killed and your Grandparents didn't want Buffy involved. She came back sporadically though, when she was fourteen Lily and James got married and she was bridesmaid. Then when she turned sixteen you were born and she was your godmother. She'd just been called as slayer and after you were born she helped with the fight against Voldemort. There was a.....secret resistance society set up by Dumbledore and she was part of it, and myself, Lily, James, Remus, other people too, friends of ours that you've never met. She was a good fighter, useful for what we were doing back then. But when Lily and James were killed and Dumbledore refused to let her take you back to America, she left. I haven't had any contact with her since. No one has."
her?" Harry asked in astonishment. Sirius nodded.
"Of course I did," he said. "Me and James went to Lily's house loads of times while we were at school and Buffy was around, just a kid but she worshipped Lily. And then later we fought together. I knew her pretty well back then, we were pretty good friends. But I don't know her anymore. As far as she knows I'm still in Azkaban. She refused to have anything to do with the Wizarding world after Lily was killed."
"Why?" Harry asked curiously. Sirius shrugged but still answered.
"Blamed us," he said bitterly. "She never wanted Lily to get mixed up with the war but Lily insisted she would fight. When Lily and James were killed, she was in Sunnydale. She wasn't there when her sister died so she blamed us, said that we didn't protect them enough and we never saw her again."
Harry sat staring dumbly into space for a while after Sirius spoke; trying to get his head around all the new things he was being told. Finally, he looked up and realised they were all waiting for him to talk.
"You said – Professor Dumbledore – you said you refused to give me to her?"
Dumbledore sighed heavily, looked at Sirius briefly and then back at Harry.
"She was due to come back to England the day
Lily and James were killed. She went straight to their house and found it, just
after Voldemort had killed your parents and just after Sirius arrived."
"I was holding you," Sirius continued tightly. "She showed up and saw James and Lily….just lying there….dead. And she turned to me and told me to give you to her. 'He's my nephew Sirius' she said. But you were my godson too and I knew what she would do with you: take you back to America and we would never see you again. And then Hagrid showed up and insisted he was taking you to Dumbledore and she left."
"Didn't she hate you?" Harry asked. "I mean she must've thought you were the secret keeper right?" Sirius shook his head.
"She knew exactly who I was and that wasn't a
traitor," Sirius said grimly. "But she hated me in that moment, there was her
sister dead on the floor and there was nothing she could do about it. No amount
of fighting could save her sister at that point. And she knew exactly what had
happened. Lily told her everything, and
Buffy had been the only one to argue with the plan to make Peter secret keeper,
she didn't trust him. She saw through him in a way that none of us did until it
was too late. Maybe she felt guilty, that she didn't do enough to change our
minds." He looked at Harry sharply. "You want to go to her don't you?"
Harry felt guilty but nodded in spite of it. Sirius smiled bitterly.
"Then go," he said shortly. "Don't forget to ask her where she's been for the last thirteen years."