Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters contained within.
That would be Joss Whedon, L. Hamilton, JK Rowling
WARNING: Character Death is imminent. You have been warned!
The rest of the night, they slept each in turn
Buffy then Anita, though for a bed they did yearn
They cleaned up at daybreak, in a nearby brook
That ran alongside, the path that they took
Buffy made some coffee, over a small open fire
Anita thought coffee, was her heart's great desire
When they were done, and the supplies put away
They headed for the village, they would go there today
The village was busy, during daylight
People busy with their lives, everything seemed alright
Walking down a side street, looking around
A familiar man in black, into an alley was bound
They hurried to catch up, he had no escape
They spun him around, and found it was Snape
"Why not announce your presence", he said with a sneer
Anita pulling her gun, asked "Why are you here?"
"We thought you might need a place", he started to say
"To wait until dark, there's a house you can stay"
Buffy spoke up "I'm not sure, if I believe you or not"
"But we should not talk here, it's too open a spot"
Snape replied "Then put away that gun, if you don't mind"
"Come with me away, these people aren't blind"
As Anita complied, and put it away
Snape started explaining, where they would stay
"There is a small house, not far from here"
"It belonged to my cousin, who died just last year"
It's been in the family, for a very long time"
"No one here knows, that now it is mine"
"It's somewhat secluded, set away from the town"
Snape finished up, with his patented frown
They walked through the alleys, staying off the main street
This lessened the chances, that people they'd meet
A little while later, at the house they did stand
Snape pulled a key out, from his cloak with his hand
"There's wood for a fire, and the cupboards are stocked"
To this both Anita, and Buffy looked shocked
"The Headmaster's request, was to help with this part"
"But make no mistake, it is not from my heart"
Once they were inside, and the fire had been lit
Looking around the house, they were curious a bit
Buffy started in, "Why else are you here?"
"Why is your house, where Voldemort is near?"
Snape stared into her green eyes, and easily lied
"I haven't been here, since before my cousin died"
Anita looked on listening, to her sense of the dead
Something about Snape, set off alarms in her head
But for the moment, here in the light of day
She just said to Buffy, "For now let's just stay"
"We'll have a place, to rest until night"
"Then we'll hunt down Voldemort, and end this fight"
After Snape took his leave, to return to Hogwarts
As the day passed, they became friends of sorts
They spoke of their past, things that they've done
People they've lost, and battles they won
Anita spoke to Buffy, "There's something you should know"
"When this is over, there's someplace I must go"
"Unfinished business, in St Louis needs tended to"
"You can come with me, there's work you could do"
Buffy looked over, with a shine in her eye
"I'll take you up on that, so long as neither of us die"
"There's nothing in Sunnydale, for me to return"
"Since closing the Hellmouth, it's no longer my concern"
"But if something should happen, during an attack"
Make sure that no one, can ever bring me back"
Anita quickly agreed, she already knew
What Buffy's friends, had put her through
"That being settled, they spent the rest of the day
Planning their strategy, while the hours slipped away
Snape had suggested, part of their plan
Explaining that Voldemort, was no mortal man
On Anita's skill with the dead, they would need to rely
To remove Voldemort's soul, and make him die
They would go to the cemetery, to his family plot
Find Riddle's grave, put a blood circle on the spot
Invoking the wards, and drawing Voldemort in
Using the connection, between Riddle and his kin
Anita would bind him, to that same tomb
Then cast out his soul, sealing his doom
Buffy would keep, the Death Eaters at bay
Causing a distraction, while Anita the circle did lay
When the time came, and Voldemort showed up
Buffy would taunt him, his concentration disrupt
The first thing to do, would be to deny him his wand
This would be left up, to the green eyed blonde
This was the plan, it might be enough
No matter what they did, the night would be rough
The sun going down, they left the house out the back
Moving towards the end game, on the attack
They circled Voldemort's stone house, and there they found
An old family cemetery, and what was left on the ground
Full of old tombstones, and a large crypt
With a door made of wood, with edges all chipped
They crept through the graves, in the moonlight
Senses stretching out, ready to fight
Around the largest marker, they found with surprise
A circle of blood, used to make zombies rise
The circle was perfect, for what they had planned
This was the place, they'd make their stand
Anita got ready, retracing the circle in the mud
She refreshed the circle, by using her own blood
Buffy stayed alert, scanning the stones
Waiting for the enemies, in this place of bones
When it started, it happened quick
Death Eaters appeared, the air growing thick
Buffy went into action, without a care
Pummeling the dark wizards, that appeared there
Moving in a blur, never pausing for long
The wizards could not stop her, she was too strong
Spinning back kicks, and aerial flips
Breaking their bones, and splitting their lips
The Death Eaters fell, one after one
Anita didn't even need, to pull out a gun
When Buffy finished, and the last one was down
There drifted a shape, from over the ground
About six feet tall, with eyes of blood red
A face like a snake, and a bald head
Voldemort came, to the circle within
Looking at Anita he said with a grin
"Ah Necromancer, who communes with the dead"
"And here's the Slayer, that took Fenrir's head"
"Welcome to my lands, here in the North"
"From out of this bone yard, neither of you will go forth"
Anita pulled her gun, and aimed down her arm
Voldemort just laughed, "That will do me no harm"
"Here on this land, your bullets won't fire"
Anita pulled the trigger, to prove him a liar
The hammer just clicked, she tried it again
They may have been mistaken, walking into his den
Buffy started circling, round this strange man
Giving Anita time, to proceed with the plan
Voldemort turned, to face Buffy's threat
"Now, now my dear Slayer, let's not begin yet"
Buffy's nerves were singing, no longer could she wait
She started the attack, leaving the outcome to fate
Voldemort pulled his wand, from inside his cloak
Buffy kicked out, and his wrist was broke
She pulled a sword, and spinning around
The wand was cut in half, when it hit the ground
Buffy lunged forward, to thrust through his chest
Anita finished the words, the circle was now blessed
He moved to his right, He was quite fast
Buffy's sword cut his shoulder, as it went passed
Voldemort tried to cross, the circle that was drawn
He felt a sharp burning, like vampires at dawn
He moved towards Anita, to finish her first
Drawing a dagger, with a blade that was cursed
Buffy jumped between them, his skill she would test
Voldemort turned to the side, throwing a potion on her chest
To Buffy time seemed to slow, her head started to swim
Her heart was pounding, and there was blood on her chin
Voldemort stepped forward, and taking his time
Drew the dagger across her throat, in a straight line
Anita screamed out, against what she saw
Buffy's eyes glazed over, she started to fall
Anita focused all, of her hate and her pain
Binding this wizard, who was quite insane
Voldemort tried to move forward, but found he could not
Her power had him rooted, right to the spot
"I call on your soul", Anita said in a hiss
"And banish it from the body, as punishment for this"
"With blood you are bound, to here where you dwell"
And unleashing her power, she sent his soul to hell
A light started circling, Voldemort's body around
His flesh peeled away, falling to the ground
He let out a scream, into the night
He cannot believe, he lost this fight
The scream faded away, the silence returned
All that is left, are bones that were burned
Anita moved over to Buffy, and cradling her head
She just can't believe, that the brave blonde is dead
Remembering her promise, she gathers their stuff
Pulls Buffy into her lap, trying to stay tough
She puts the portkey, between both their hands
They spin away into the night, from these cursed lands
Arriving at the castle, Anita breaks down
Sitting there with Buffy, the portraits look around
Dumbledore is there, taking her hand
She needed the help, she could barely stand
He assures her that Buffy, will be cared for
Then leads her away, out through the door
Up into her room, and a potion to drink
That will allow her to sleep, and not need to think
Before she passes out, gazing into the fire
She tells Dumbledore, they'll need a funeral pyre
Back in the cemetery, silent and alone
A black cloaked figure, gathers up the last bone
He'll take them to the old house, what he needs will be there
The ancient book of spells, is on the table by his chair
The great snake Nagini, with eyes black as coal
Will provide the needed piece, of his master's soul
The next day is solemn, Anita's ready for the end
There's just this last duty, to perform for her friend
In a long dress of white, and lying flat on the pyre
Buffy looks beautiful, as Dumbledore lights the fire
As the flames leap up, and the smoke blows away
Anita wishes Buffy peace, and she starts to pray
When the ceremony is over, and Anita's ready to go
She asks Albus, "Is it over?" she has to know
He smiles and says "For now, thanks to you two"
"You've given us all hope, there's no more you can do."
"Please go home to your life, and make of it the best"
"Find joy in what you have, to this I can attest"
Anita gave a smile, and moved into the hall
"If you ever need me, all you need is to call"
Taking the portkey, and looking out on the lawn
She stood there a moment, and then she was gone
Across the sea, in a land far away
At an hour of night, before the suns first ray
A woman with dark hair, curly and long
With eyes deep as chocolate, and a smile that's strong
Is jolted awake, by power surging through her vein
Memories not her own, pounding through her brain
She looks to her window, at the stars in the sky
The stars all look blurry, due to the tears in her eye
She keeps on staring, although she cannot see
And whispers to the night, "Dear God, please not "B"
This is the end of Duel.