Several scenes, which are, in fact, related

It Will Find You.

By Rose Williams.

 

Disclaimers: JK Rowling et al owns the Harry Potter
universe. Josh Whedon et al own the Buffyverse. I don’t even really own
this computer.

 

Author’s Notes: This is in direct contradiction to Don
Sample’s Harry Potter and the Key of Dagon, which I love. So; the main
premise of the story is a long lost relative, maybe two. Giles graduated from
Hogwarts and hid his wand. Draco Malfoy will be redeemed. I hope to keep this
fic a silly as possible, which is not totally ridiculous.

Updates will written subjective to reviews. I’m open
to any suggestions people may have towards plot, pairings or confrontations. On
the condition that Anya/Xander and Willow/Tara pairings remain and Hermione is not
with Harry, sorry.

This begins just before Halloween in season six and book
five. It will go immediately AU.

I am writing my other fic, I promise.

 

 

 

 

Rodney looked first at his wife, and then back to his son.

“You’ve done well with your life, Xander,”
he said. “Better than Julie than I could have hoped. You’re got
your own place, a steady job, a nice girlfriend. So, we’d like to tell
you something.”

“You were six weeks old when we adopted you,”
Julie said. “Here are all papers. Willow should be able to track your
parents down, shouldn’t she?”

Xander nodded numbly. His parents weren’t his parents.
He wasn’t related to Uncle Rory or Cousin Karen. He looked at the pages
in front of him. His birth certificate, the form giving him up for adoption,
and the papers his parents had signed to claim him.

He looked up at their anxious grins and smiled.

“Thanks,” he said. Then he got up and walked
out.

 

 

Xander faced Buffy and Willow across the dining room table.
They had been sitting like that for about three minutes now. Willow gave it
another thirty seconds before someone broke.

“Alright,” Xander said, as Willow counted 24.
“I had something of an interview with my parents today.”

“Interview?” Buffy repeated.

Xander pushed the papers across the table. “I’ll
need your help, Willow, tracking them down.”

“Sure,” Willow said, lightly. When she looked up
from the papers her eyes held the understanding Xander knew he would find.

Xander had expected her to use the internet. Instead she
simply put her hands over the names on the paper.

“Your mother. She, she died about fifteen years
ago.”

Xander swallowed. He knew that what he felt was grief. But
it was different from when Jesse had died, or Jenny. This was grief for someone
he was supposed to meet.

“Your father. I can’t find him. He’s been
hidden by some kind of spell. And the person how knows where he is protected as
well. He’s in England, though. The closest place I can find is a village
called Hogsmeade. I wonder if Giles knows it.”

 

 

“Hogsmeade, good lord.”

“Is that bad?”

“Maybe. You say that the only person who can tell us
where Xander’s father is is hidden somewhere near Hogsmeade?”

“Yes,” Willow said for the third time.

“Good lord.”

“G-man, tell us something.”

“Don’t call me that. I’ll have to speak to
Professor Dumbledore. If Willow’s right then someone at Hogwarts knows
what’s going on. And if someone knows Dumbledore will too. Although,
I’ll have to word it carefully, things aren’t great there at the
moment. Give me the papers.”

“Giles, explain,” Buffy demanded.

Giles simply waved her away and started going through his
drawers.

 

 

“Dear Professor Dumbledore,

It has been too long since I heard anything of the wizarding
world. But the signals tend be drowned out in this part of California. Forgive
my interruption, I’m sure you’re still busy. But a young friend of
mine recently discovered he was adopted. His mother’s name was Mariana
Richardson.

We believe you can help us find his father.

Yours in gratitude,

Rupert Giles.”

 

Dumbledore sat waiting in his office. He wasn’t sure
how the meeting would and was hoping now for quick. Sirius had been on the run
before they’d set up the wards on the headquarters, so he should be fine
getting from Hogsmeade to the castle as a dog. It was up to the headmaster to
wait.

He hoped Harry wasn’t reading the delightful map his
father had made.

The door to his office opened and Sirius entered. It was
hardly a safe place for him to be, but he looked happy about the danger.
Dumbledore knew he was doing the right thing.

“Sirius, sit down,” Dumbledore said.

Sirius was practically wagging his tail. He looked like he
wanted to sniff out the entire room. Dumbledore’s tone sobered him a
little.

“Harry does not know you’re here. Soon you
won’t be here. No one but I will know where you are. This portkey will
take you America. You will have to be disguised as a muggle.”

Sirius looked suspiciously at the headmaster.

“Why am I going to do this?” he asked.
“Why am I going halfway across the world and leaving Harry in this mess?
How am I going to be able to disguise myself as a muggle?”

Dumbledore waved his wand as the ceiling and a cloth trunk
appeared on the floor between them.

“This is a muggle suitcase. It contains everything you
will need, including instructions on using muggle appliances.”

“Why am I going?” Sirius asked, slowly.

“Mariana had a son.”