Into the Blue
Book 1: Way of the Warriors

A Note from the Author:
Hi everybody who have been putting up with the long wait for the next chapter of Way of the Warriors! As you probably know, WotW is part 5 of Out of the Blue, and is supposed to be followed by one final part 6, before the series is done. However, because of how slow my updates are lately, I've decided not to do another story and instead combine Way of the Warriors with my plans and timeline for part 6. Obviously, this also means the story will be longer, maybe forty or forty-five chapters in total. I promise this will not detract from the quality of the story. If you remember any lose threads, or things you want answered from earlier on in the story, please let me know through a review or PM: I might otherwise forget some stuff.

So Way of the Warriors will be the final part of the series, and as you can see, the title is now "Into the Blue" which is what planned to name part 6 (I will rename the story officially after this chapter, so make sure to make note of that when you check your alerts for the next update - this means that the story ID will change to 3693715/1/Into_the_Blue). "Way of the Warriors" is now instead be the undertitle to all the chapters posted thus far, as well as a couple of chapters after this one. In essence, you could call that 'book 1'. 'Book 2,' which will be the second half of "Into the Blue", will then have another undertitle, called 'Lightning Follows Thunder.' (And yes, I know that in reality, thunder follows lightning, when it comes to what the human eye/ear perceives: in reality, both occur at the same time - the title is meant to be ironic as well as symbolic).

I hope you have patience with me as I move onto the final stretch of this incredibly long series. It's been with me almost since I first started writing fanfiction...and to write the ending will feel strange. Thank you for your support. Now, onto the chapter! /Ida (ladyvisionary)

Chapter 26 – Sweet Fifteen.

DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything…

TIMELINE: AU. The fifth and final instalment of the OOTB-series. Takes place during the Order of the Phoenix and begins where Come What May (part 4) left off. Includes spoilers for Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows.

SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. With Voldemort's return, and the Ministry's refusal to see it, things are more caotic than usual. Not even Hogwarts is safe anymore, something Harry and the rest of the trio, along with Sarah, who is to start her first year, is about to experience first hand. Remus and Buffy face problems of their own, at the same time as they must try and save Sirius…from himself. United they'll stand, divided they'll fall – but as the Wizarding World descend into chaos, will the light side conquer or crumble?

"Umm…" Remus said, blinking, not really believing what had just happened. Leader of the Order…him? "Okay…"

Before he could say another word, the room exploded with voices as everyone began to talk at once, either bickering and arguing in protest over Dumbledore's decision, or defending it:


"…Minverva's a better choice – "

"…I think we should all sit down and vote…"

"…If Dumbledore thinks he can do it, well - "

"…With all due respect to Dumbledore's decisions - "

"…Nothing bad meant, Remus, but – "

"…Lupin's a good enough wizard, but honestly – "

"…Oi! Remus is a great wizard!"

"…Nutters, is what it is!"

"…You're the ones who are nutters! Remus can do this!"

"…He's still a werewolf - "

"…Oh, not the werewolf thing again! Come on, people, grow up!"

No one was so much as looking in Remus' direction. Everyone was standing up, practically shouting in each other's faces, including Buffy, completely ignoring him, who was the only person still in his chair. Remus pinched his nose in tiredness, trying to shut out the voices to give him a moment to think, something impossible to do with all the noise going on.

"…Doubt he's up to it – "

"…I could do a better job, myself!"

"…Not that I doubt Lupin's abilities, but I think Dumbledore's overestimating him – "

"…You're underestimating him – "

"…Albus has gone round the bend!"

Finally, Remus had had enough. Slowly he rose to his feet, placing both his hands flat against the table. "If everyone would please, be quiet…" His voice was low and deadly calm, nowhere near the volume of the arguing Order, and yet, somehow, everyone heard him anyway and abruptly fell silent.

Remus swallowed as he felt every eye in the room once again scrutinizing him. "Thank you," he said. "I understand there are people who doubt Albus' decision," he began slowly. "I myself doubt it, and I had no idea he was planning to do this. Needless to say, if I had, I would have been the first to try and talk him out of it." His lips quirked slightly. Slowly, he gazed across the room meeting every stare of the people standing inside. "But for some reason, he has decided to put this trust in me. Now, I'm not sure if I can be a good leader, even if it's only temporary. But what I'm sure of is that everything Albus does is for a reason."

For a second, Remus allowed his eyes to meet Buffy's, the blue-green depths steady and sure, giving him confidence. The wolf inside made its presence known, lending him its own strength and self-assurance. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes flashing amber. "Albus believes this Order can function without him, under someone else's leadership than his own. I would hate to prove him wrong. Albus believes we can all work together. So do I." Snape snorted and Remus threw him a sharp look, and, to his own surprise, the Potion's Master fell silent. "You can dislike me or distrust me as much as you like," Remus continued looking at the still and silent Order.

"But do not let that get in the way of what we have to do. If you think you can't function in an Order where I am in charge, no matter for how short a time, then the door is there, and you can take up your grievances with Albus whenever he gets back. It's better to leave than waste my – or everyone else's – time." Remus pointed his finger at the door, and for a second, he was afraid everyone would leave, but nobody moved, and Remus let his hand sink back to the table-top, secretly relieved. "The outcome of this war may very well depend on us. It has already gone on for far too long, and I, for one, want to win, and I believe you do to. So…make your choice. Are you going to accept me as your leader or not?"

One by one, he met everyone's eyes squarely. No one spoke, and, in fact, most of those who had spoken out against him, lowered their heads, looking down at the floor. Perhaps they could sense the restless, angry wolf inside, or perhaps not, but either way, the outcome was the same: no one challenged him.

"I'm very impressed, Mr. Lupin," Buffy said, stretching forward to give her husband a kiss later that night, when the Order had left. "You had the entire Order practically eating out of your hand at the end of that meeting. Or at least respecting you."

"Thanks," Remus muttered. "Except I was terrified. Am terrified. And shaking in my very well-worn, yet comfortable, old boots. Did I mention the terrified part?"

Buffy laughed. "You did a great job – and you'll keep doing it."

"I'm not so sure," Remus frowned. "I have no idea what I'm doing, Buffy. I can't believe Dumbledore made me the leader of the Order. Me! You'd be a better leader than I am."

Buffy snorted. "Okay, I might be the Slayer and I did an okay job with being a 'leader' – and I use that term loosely – in SunnyD – but if you think the Order would listen to me like they just listened to you, you're dead wrong. You're a great wizard, Remus, and whether you know it or not, you have a way to make people listen, respect, and want to follow you, werewolf or not. Don't let your self-doubts get in your way. Dumbledore believe you can do this. And for what it's worth, so do I."

Remus' lips quirked. "That means a whole lot more than Dumbledore believing in me, you know."

Buffy grinned. "You flatterer, you."

The next morning, everyone at Hogwarts were abuzz: everyone seemed to know about Dumbledore's exit, which was regarded to be brilliant by all – Umbridge's notices that announced her as the new Headmistress only served to enflame the rumour-mill and everyone seemed to be of the opinion that it was only a matter of time before Dumbledore returned.

All in all, despite the fact that the toad now ran the school, the mood was quite cheery, especially once it got out that Umbridge hadn't been able to get into Dumbledore's office. But then the Inquisitorial Squad came into play, lead by Malfoy.

Sarah stared at disgust as the Slytherin stalked up to Harry, Ron and Hermione at breakfast, flashing his new badge at them, smirking, as he gloated over his new 'power' and proceeded to take point after point from them.

"…I forgot, you're a Mudblood, Granger, so ten off for that."

Sarah saw red. As did Ron, who immediately pulled out his wand.

"Don't!" Hermione exclaimed, pushing it away.

"Wise move, Granger," Malfoy breathed, his eyes glinting. "New Head, new times…"

" – And I bet you just love servicing Umbridge," Sarah said loudly. "Sucking up to authority…licking her toady ass…"

Hermione and Neville stared at her in horror. Ron and Harry didn't seem to know whether to laugh or cry.

"Watch your mouth," Malfoy whispered, his eyes narrowed. "Twenty points from Gryffindor – "

"Take as many points as you like," Sarah said nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter to me. By all means, take them all if it makes you feel all big and powerful. There are things more important in this world than winning the house-cup. Besides," she smirked, "from what I've heard, tradition states Harry will end up doing something amazing at the end of the year and win them all back anyway. Wasn't that what happened in your first year, Malfoy?"

Draco clenched his fists in fury. It was quite clear he still carried a grudge over Slytherin losing that house-cup. From the expression on his face and the way his jaw clenched, it was clear he didn't have a good comeback ready, and in the end, he just gave them a final sneer before he stalked away from the table.

Sarah leaned back in her seat with a satisfied grin. Her mother would be proud.

When he went to bed that evening, Harry was in quite a good mood, all things considered. Sarah had gotten one over Malfoy, and even though Umbridge had tried to dose him with Veritaserum during an impromptu little 'chat,' the fireworks sent off all over the school by the twins made it all worth it.

However, his sleep ended up far from restful and he woke up with a jerk after a firework went off – he'd had another repeat of the dream that haunted him. Only this time, he'd entered a room full of glass spheres and his scar hurt… He sighed. He was not looking forward to the upcoming Occlumency lesson with Snape – there was no doubt the Potions professor would call him out on his failure to 'clear his mind' yet again.

Harry wished he had never peeked into Snape's pensieve. To see his parents alive at school was more of a curse than the blessing he'd thought when he first realized in what memory he had ended up. Snape had always said his father had been an arrogant prat – Harry had always defended him, thinking his grudge against his dad had been childish and unreasonable: something undeserved, especially after Dumbledore had told him his father had saved Snape's life…

But now, Harry knew it wasn't a petty grudge. His father had been everything Snape said he was and Harry couldn't help but be reminded of his own experiences in muggle school. He knew what it was like to be at the receiving end of bullies and to suddenly realize his father had been one made his stomach churn. Harry wished his curiosity hadn't gotten the best of him – he wished he could have kept his deluded picture of his father as a hero. It was far better than reality.

Harry's bad mood carried into the Easter Holidays, and Ron and Hermione weren't the only ones who noticed: Hermione was the only one who demanded to know why he wasn't doing any more Occlumency lessons though. Ron, on the other hand, felt it was mostly a good thing that Harry had gotten away from the 'greasy git' – that didn't make Harry feel any better so he took to spending more time with Sarah and Neville. It was clear that they too had noticed Harry was in a funk ever since his last and final Occlumency lesson, but unlike Ron and Hermione they seemed to realize he didn't want to talk about it. But it was Ginny who gave him hope, after Harry expressed a desire to talk to Sirius and she said it was probably more than doable.

When Harry's plan to break into Umbridge's office reached Hermione's ear, however, she was less than thrilled and Ron was clearly torn between his two best friends. Sarah thought it was brilliant and continuously tried to convince Harry to let her come along.

"Oh, come on!" Sarah begged after Harry's rather chaotic Career Advice that afternoon – he thought he had never seen professor McGonagall so unraveled, or supportive, of him, before. "Please let me come! You can talk to Sirius, and I can talk to my parents and Phoebe…"

"No," Harry said. "I need to talk to Sirius on my own."

"I can stand guard," Sarah tried. "I won't be in the room with you until you're finished, and then you can stand guard for me."

"Oh, honestly!" Hermione huffed. "It's bad enough that Harry's got this foolish plan in his head without you adding to it, Sarah! I understand that Harry feels he must talk to Sirius for some inane reason, and I am resigned to my failure of talking him out of it – that does not mean I will stop trying – but why do you need to talk to your parents when Owl post will do? Everyone else manages to go at least one term without getting to talk to their families – why can't you?"

Sarah frowned. "It's not a matter of not being able to – it's that I don't want to. Are you honestly telling me you would not jump at the chance of talking to your parents face to face during the term if it turned out to be possible?"

"Not if it's against the rules," Hermione said firmly. "My parents would flay me alive if I risked being thrown out of school for such a silly reason," she gave Harry a meaningful look. "You don't need to get into any more trouble. And if you're determined, don't drag Sarah into it – both of you are already in Umbridge's bad book."

Harry groaned. "Stop lecturing me, Hermione! Sarah can make up her own mind."

Sarah noticeably brightened. "Does that mean I can come?"

Harry froze. That was not what he had meant at all. But after seeing Sarah's hopeful face, Hermione's pinched expression and Ron avoiding all of their eyes, Harry's shoulders slumped tiredly. "Fine! Fine, you can come. But I won't wait for you. Be in the corridor outside her office when my Defence lesson ends."

"Aye, aye, captain!" Sarah said with a salute.

"Psst! Harry!" Sarah waved at him from behind a piece of armour outside Umbridge's office and Harry quickly joined her and donned the invisibility cloak, gesturing for Sarah to join him.

"This cloak is so cool!" Sarah said admirably. "It was your dad's, right?"

Harry flinched at the mention of his father. "Yes. Now be quiet." They had reached Umbridge's office door and Harry carefully used the magical penknife he'd gotten from Sirius to unlock the door and entered, exiting from underneath the cloak when he saw the room was empty.

"Wait outside under the cloak," he told Sarah. "Whistle or something if you hear someone coming."

"Alright," Sarah whispered from underneath the cloak and Harry watched as someone invisible opened the door wide and then closed it. Harry took a deep breath and moved towards the fireplace.


Remus jumped in his chair by the kitchen table, looking up from the report from Hestia that he was looking over – who knew being the Order's leader involved reading through so much paperwork? – and his eyes widened when he caught sight of Harry in the flames of the kitchen fireplace. "Harry! What are you – what's happened, is everything all right? Is Sarah okay?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "She's actually right outside…"

Remus' eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Outside where, Harry? Have you been given permission to floo us like this?"

Harry flushed. "I – it doesn't matter. Could you get Sirius? I just…I just fancied a – a chat with him."

Remus let an eyebrow rise. "You just fancied a chat," he repeated in disbelief. "Uhu. Pull the other one, why don't you?" He rolled his eyes but nevertheless stood up. "I'll call him. He went upstairs to look for Kreacher – he seems to be hiding in the attic again…" He threw Harry a mischievous look. "Just don't get caught while I'm gone, alright?"

The last thing Remus saw before he left the kitchen was Harry's shocked expression and Remus chuckled to himself. They all seemed to forget he had been a marauder too…

"Remus, are you alright?" Buffy wondered as Remus reached the second landing. Remus grimaced. His legs might be working but he was still far from in a great shape and he didn't look forward to climbing all the way to the attic.

"Yes. But could you get Sirius for me? Harry wants to talk to him from the kitchen floo and ,y legs are stiffening…"

Buffy looked surprised but nodded. "Of course," she said quickly rushed upstairs while Remus began the trek back to the kitchen, reaching it at the same time as Sirius and Buffy arrived, having walked at a much faster speed.

"What is it?" Sirius said as he dropped to the ground in front of the fireplace, his attention already on Harry, even as he swept his black hair out of his eyes. "Are you all right? Do you need help?" Remus and Buffy kneeled down beside him.

Harry shook his head. "No, it's nothing like that…I just wanted to talk…about my dad."

Sirius, Remus and Buffy exchanged looks of bewildered surprise, their expression slowly becoming more serious as Harry explained the scene he had seen in Snape's pensieve.

When he had finished, all three of them were silent for a moment. Buffy immediately decided to let Sirius and Remus field this one: they knew James better than her and she had only arrived for their seventh year. She hadn't been there when this happened, though she had heard firsthand from Lily what an idiot James had been before he wised up.

Finally, Remus sighed. "I wouldn't like you to judge your father on what you saw there, Harry. He was only fifteen ‐"

" – I'm fifteen!" Harry said heatedly. Inwardly, Buffy winced at the memory of what she had been like at fifteen and thought Harry was kind of missing the point her husband was trying to make. The teenage years were years to grow on, and everyone matured at different speeds. Just because Harry was fifteen and not a…prat…didn't mean everyone else were the same at his age.

If you'd looked up 'shallow' in the dictionary the year Buffy was fifteen before she was called, her name would have been right next to it. From what she'd heard, Remus had been a bit of a doormat when it came to his friends, his insecurities still getting the best of him at that point. Sirius had been even worse of an idiot than James, not to mention a bit of a man-whore, unlike James, who focused all his attentions on Lily, in a stalker-ish fashion. Lily herself had been a bit of a besserwisser and hadn't yet learned to loosen up. The point was, no one was perfect at fifteen and for Harry to expect his father to have been was unfair – it was clear Harry had put James on some sort of pedestal and now he didn't know how to handle things when it turned out his father didn't live up to Harry's expectations.

"Look, Harry," Sirius said placatingly, "James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other, it was just one of those things, you can understand that, can't you? It can be compared to your own hatred of Malfoy. I think James was everything Snape wanted to be ‐ he was popular, he was good at Quidditch ‐ good at pretty much everything. And Snape was just this little oddball who was up to his eyes in the Dark Arts, and James ‐ whatever else he may have appeared to you, Harry ‐ always hated the Dark Arts."

"Yeah, but he just attacked Snape for no good reason, just because ‐ well, just because you said you were bored," Harry said, a slightly apologetic note in his voice.

"I'm not proud of it," Sirius quickly said.

Remus gave Sirius a sideway look. "Look, Harry, what you've got to understand is that your father and Sirius were the best in the school at whatever they did ‐ everyone thought they were the height of cool ‐ if they sometimes got a bit carried away ‐ "

"If we were sometimes arrogant little berks, you mean," Sirius interrupted and Remus smiled as he nodded.

"He kept messing up his hair," Harry said in a pained voice.

Sirius, Remus and Buffy laughed and Buffy suddenly realized that even though she would rather not have to hear Remus and Sirius try to defend their memory of James to his son, she couldn't deny it was probably doing Sirius some good to relive the good things about James. That he'd kept messing up his hair wasn't so much an arrogant trait as an adorable little quirk, especially once he tried to stop doing it, for Lily's sake, though once the two starting dating, the red-head had admitted to Buffy that she had always found that particular mannerism rather endearing – not that she would ever admit that.

"I'd forgotten he used to do that," Sirius said affectionately.

"Was he playing with the Snitch?" Remus wondered eagerly and glancing at her husband's bright eyes, Buffy realized Sirius wasn't the only one this conversation worked was good for. It was good for Remus too, and even her: even after all these years, Lily and James' deaths still hurt but remembering these things, no matter how small, eased that hurt a little.

"Yeah." Harry wore a stupefied look on his face as both Remus and Sirius beamed and Buffy looked at them with affection in her eyes. "Well…I thought he was a bit of an idiot."

Buffy snorted.

"Of course he was a bit of an idiot!" Sirius exclaimed bracingly. ""e were all idiots! Well ‐ not Moony so much," he finished with a glance at Remus.

Remus could only shake his head. "Did I ever tell you to lay off Snape? Did I ever have the guts to tell you I thought you were out of order?"

"Yeah, well," Sirius smirked, "you made us feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes… that was something…"

Buffy snorted again. She knew all too well how Remus couldn't make you feel without saying anything after you'd done something stupid. Just one look by those eyes filled with disappointment and you wanted to sink through the floor.

"And," Harry continued, "he kept looking over at the girls by the lake, hoping they were watching him!"

"Oh, well, he always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around," Sirius shrugged. "He couldn't stop himself showing off whenever he got near her."

"Don't tell me you've never acted stupid when it comes to a girl?" Buffy interjected and was rewarded by Harry blushing, but he did not answer.

"How come she married him?" he asked instead. "She hated him!"

"Hah!" Buffy exclaimed. "Yeah, right."

"Buffy's right, Harry. Lily did not hate James. She started going out with him in seventh year," Remus said. "Once she got over her denial over her feelings."

"And once James had deflated his head a bit," said Sirius.

"And stopped hexing people just for the fun of it," said Lupin.

"Even Snape?" Harry wondered and Buffy wanted to know what Harry was after. Did he expect James to be some sort of saint? No one was!

"Well," Remus began slowly, "Snape was a special case. I mean, he never lost an opportunity to curse James so you couldn't really expect James to take that lying down, could you?"

"And my mum was OK with that?" Harry sounded dubious.

"She didn't know too much about it, to tell you the truth," Sirius said. "I mean, James didn't take Snape on dates with her and jinx him in front of her, did he?"

Harry still looked unconvinced. "Okay, I'm going to stop you right there," Buffy rolled her eyes. "You're totally fubbing up this explanation. Harry, the point is, your dad wasn't perfect – boohoo." Harry looked offended. "A lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen, myself included: I eventually grew out of it, but it took being called as a Slayer for it to happen. James grew out of it on his own – because he loved your mother and wanted to be worthy of her. What does that tell you?"

"I just never thought I'd feel sorry for Snape," Harry said heavily.

"And you shouldn't!" Buffy said fiercely. "Do you think the way he's treated you all these years are okay now just because James was a bully to him at school? He's an adult! To carry a grudge against a dead person and let it carry over to his son his not acceptable! It's childish, it's idiotic and unfair. I'm not saying Snape deserved what he got – no one deserves to be bullied – but Snape was far from innocent. Snape was recruited to be a Death Eater straight out of school and all the people he hung out with joined him. Straight out of school – does it sound like Snape was an angel to his fellow students during his time at Hogwarts? Voldemort doesn't recruit just anyone."

"Your father was the best friend I ever had and he was a good person," Sirius added quietly.

"He was a great person," Buffy added. "By the time you came around, Harry, I can honestly say that he was someone I admired. He was a hero. To judge him for less just because you've seen a couple of moments from his life out of hundreds, when he was not at his best and still a child – and he was a child, Harry: unlike you, he wasn't forced to grow up early from his experiences – is an insult to his memory and his sacrifice."

Harry looked guilty. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Sirius said heavily. "Your reaction is understandable. Of all the things you could have seen…" He shook his head.

Remus frowned. "How did you even know where to look, Harry?" He was beginning to have a horrible suspicion…

Harry shrugged. "I saw Snape put his memories into the pensieve."

Remus exchanged a look with Buffy. From the raise of her eyebrow, it was clear she had come to the same conclusion. "How did Snape react when he found you'd seen all this?" Remus asked Harry, deciding not to tell Harry of their suspicions – there was no need to make him feel even worse.

"He told me he'd never teach me Occlumency again," Harry said indifferently, "like thatʹs a big disappoint—"

"He WHAT?" Sirius shouted and Remus eyes widened.

"Are you serious Harry?" Remus asked quickly. "He's stopped giving you lessons?"

Harry clearly thought they were overreacting. "But it's OK, I don't care, it's a bit of a relief to tell you the ‐"

"I'm coming up there to have a word with Snape!" said Sirius forcefully, and he actually made to stand up, but Lupin wrenched him back down again.

"If anyone's going to tell Snape it will be me!" he said firmly. After all, he was the leader of the Order now, and Sirius couldn't exactly go traipsing off to Hogwarts. And he also knew if Sirius tried to 'have a word' with Snape at all, it would quickly turn into a shouting match, followed by volatile hexing. "But Harry, first of all, you're to go back to Snape and tell him that on no account is he to stop giving you lessons — when Dumbledore hears ‐"

"I can't tell him that, he'd kill me!" said Harry, outraged. "You didn't see him when we got out of the Pensieve." Buffy rolled her eyes. She had a feeling that whatever 'reaction' Snape had had, it had been at least partly staged.

"Harry there is nothing so important as you learning Occlumency!" Remus said sternly. "Do you understand me? Nothing!"

"OK, OK," said Harry, thoroughly discomposed, not to mention annoyed. Til… Iʹll try and say something to him… but it won't be – "

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" Sarah said cheerily, pulling off Harry's invisibility cloak to wave at them, appearing beside Harry to gawk at them. "Sorry to interrupt, but we've got to run! I wish we'd gotten time to talk but I'll write you tomorrow instead! Filch is coming! Bye now!"

And with that, she pulled the invisibility cloak over both herself and Harry, and they both disappeared from view in front of Buffy, Remus and Sirius' shocked expressions.

"Well, I guess there's no use wondering whether or not the fireplace acquisition was sanctioned by a professor," Remus said dryly and Buffy and Sirius chuckled as they stood up. After trying, and failing, to do the same, Remus winced. "Okay. Sitting on the floor was a tremendously bad idea," he admitted. "Help me." He stretched out an arm each to Buffy and Sirius who carefully pulled him up to his feet. Remus wobbled a bit, before he found his balance.

"Thanks. So…I'm guessing you're thinking what I'm thinking when it comes to Harry seeing Snape's memories?"

"Yep," Buffy said and Sirius nodded grimly.

"I suppose we shouldn't jump to any conclusions…but it's awfully difficult not too," Remus sighed. "I'm not looking forward to the next Order meeting. Confrontations with Snape are always unpleasant."

"Well, like I said, I'm more than willing to have a word of my own with Snape," Sirius said.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," Buffy said dryly. "We know you hate this house, but we'd rather it stays standing for as long as possible."