Prologue: Rememberance

AN: Hey everyone, this is my first story and I hope everyone likes it. I'll post chapter 1 fairly soon, if everyone likes this one. Oh, the rating is for the later chapters

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Willow or Cordelia, they belong to the God Joss Whedon and the characters from Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling. I write for fun not for money so don't sue me. The songs included in this story also belong to their writers, I take no credit at all.

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Somewhere in London, Harry James Potter and his godfather where sitting in the middle of the attic surrounded by overflowing boxes. Harry reached into a box and lifted out a handful of photos. He flicked through them, stopping when he found one of his parents, Sirius, Remus and a girl whose hair kept changing colour.

Harry turned to his godfather and handed the older man the photo.
“Sirius, who is she?” he asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. Sirius hesitated as he examined the photo. Tears began to fall from his eyes as he spoke in broken sentences.

“She – oh Merlin – she was James’ younger sister. She was a year younger then the rest of us, but by far the bravest. Her name was Anastacia Alana Meodred Potter, and she was perfect,” Sirius finished in a whisper. He clutched the photo to his chest as he stood and walked from the room. He stopped at the door when he heard Harry’s timid question.

“You were in love?” he asked, not turning to look at his godfather. Sirius hesitated again, this was tearing him apart.

“We were engaged to be married and she had just given birth to our daughter, Illiana; when Voldemort murdered her. All because she was a seer, Harry, all because of a gift, one that she couldn’t control!” Sirius ended yelling. He stalked down the hall to his bedroom and slammed the door, causing more tears to fall from his godson’s eyes.

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Harry walked down the stairs and sat beside his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The fuzzy haired witch was deeply absorbed in one of her textbooks and Ron was snoring lightly. He snorted loudly when the fireplace the three of them were facing erupted in green flames.

Seconds later, a tall and elderly man with a white beard that easily tucked into the man’s belt appeared. Harry looked up and smiled at the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Professor Dumbledore, how has your summer been?” Harry asked, standing up and walking with the elderly man to the furthest and darkest corner of the room. Dumbledore sighed quietly before placing his wrinkled hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Voldemort has stepped up his raids; just yesterday he attacked a muggle town in America. There were only three survivors, all previous students at Hogwarts. Buffy Summers and her friends Cordelia Chase and Willow Rosenberg, all of which will be here later on tonight.” Dumbledore said, his eyes portraying his sadness, as well as something that Harry couldn’t place. Harry nodded and walked back to his friends, leaving Dumbledore to inform the rest of the Order of the Phoenix.

Hermione didn’t look up from her book as she inquired as to what Dumbledore had told Harry. The boy sighed deeply, he was sick of innocent people dying because he couldn’t defeat a deranged dark lord that rightfully should have been dead at least twenty years ago.

“There was an attack on a town in America, only three survivors. They’ll be here later tonight, before tea I’d reckon,” he said before getting up and going upstairs, he had to think before the survivors got here. On the way to his room, he passed Remus Lupin who was muttering about stubborn dogs. Obviously Sirius was still in his room, where he hadn’t emerged from since his and Harry’s discovery earlier that day.

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Harry looked up from the black acoustic guitar in his lap, as the door to his room opened. The fiery haired Ginny Weasley stood in his door with a smile on her face. She entered the room and closed the door behind her. Every time she heard Harry playing his guitar or singing, she was immediately in the same room and watching him intensely, as if he was a rare specimen.

She sat down in the chair behind the door and began to speak.

“What was that song Harry? I’ve heard you sing it before, at school, when you think no one’s around,” she smiled as she said this, as if it was the latest gossip. Harry sighed; he really didn’t want to tell her anything. It was none of her business; he had heard that song while he was at the Dursley’s house early in the previous summer and had immediately taken it as his “theme” song, because it fit him and his partner perfectly.

“It’s just a muggle song, Ginny, nothing special,” He said, trying to get rid of her before she fished all the details out of him. Ginny huffed indignantly and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Harry shook his head and began strumming the notes of the song again. The truth was that the song was sung by his favourite muggle band, My Chemical Romance. He had heard it at a party his muggle friends had thrown last summer. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and felt the beat of the song, before quietly singing the last few words.

“I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home”

After singing the last words, Harry placed the guitar beside him on the velvet covered bed and then stood. He moved to his desk and grabbed a piece of parchement and a muggle ball point pen. He wrote on the parchment hastly before placing back at the bottom of the pile from where he had removed it.

Harry sighed, he only had to hide his music from everyone. Ginny had started everyone's fascination with his songs, and now everyone was invading his space to find any new ones he had written.