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Summers School for Girls [aka the new watcher’s council], Somewhere, England It was summer at the Summers School for Girls, and all was quiet. Willow had even dared bring the Codex upstairs to the public [fake] library.
Willow slapped her palm against her head in exasperation.
“What’s wrong, Willow?”
“I don’t understand this prophecy! It makes no sense at all.” She sighed and slammed the book shut.
Rupert Giles came running.
“Willow!”
“Sorry Giles…I didn’t mean to take my anger out on your Codex.”
“Wait, that book’s about me…what prophecy can’t you figure out about me?” Buffy pulled up a chair and sat next to her best friend.
Willow stuck her tongue out at Giles and gingerly opened the book.
From magical origins the Slayer came
and return to her roots she shall
for evil is brewing in the dark of night
and under her command shall he fall
The boy-who-lived and the girl-who-died
Together they fight, side by side
Their blood runs true, through their veins
Their fates and destinies, intertwined.
For the evil cannot fall unless it is killed
And only one can live
The boy-who-lived shall die no longer
And the Slayer herself will cease.“I’M CEASING!?” Buffy screamed.
Giles winced and thanked his stars that the school was practically empty of students.
Willow shook her head. “It’s this part here that I don’t understand.” She pointed. “It says that under your command he’ll fall. But in the end it says that you’ll ‘cease’. And it says that only one of you shall die. You can’t both die. And I don’t understand any of this boy-who-lived stuff either.”
She sighed again and shut the book. Giles cleared his throat and wrinkled his nose in annoyance.
Suddenly Dawn Summers, Buffy’s sister, walked into the library and shuffled her feet.
“Yeah Dawnie?”
“Uh…there’s a really old guy in a pointy hat and a dude with very bad hair here to see you Buffy. They say it’s urgent.” Willow looked up.
“A pointy hat? Was he wearing robes?” Dawn nodded.
“Weird…”
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“So you’re sure about this Professor?”
“Of course Harry. She’s your sister, a remarkable young woman, if she was able to do all of this.” He gestured at the large school.
“Come.” He led Harry up to the door and knocked. The door shifted away from him as he did. He looked puzzled and knocked again. Each time the door flinched a bit.
“Yes?”
The door opened to reveal a tall teenage girl with long brown hair. “Can I help you?”
“Ah, yes.” Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. “We are here to see Miss Buffy Summers.”
Harry looked at him. That was his sister’s name? Buffy Summers?
The girl examined them. “Sure.” She left and walked down the hall. Harry peered around the corner the way she had gone.
“Are we supposed to follow her?”
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled and stepped through the door. He heard the frame whisper its grunt of approval and followed the young woman down the hall. Harry followed suit.
The girl turned around. “Uh, wait here. Sit, please.”
Dumbledore nodded his thanks and took a seat on large, red, cushiony couch. Harry sat next to him.
“Does she even know that she’s adopted?”
He didn’t get a chance to respond, as the door swung open to reveal a large crowd of people. He stood to acknowledge them.
“I’m Buffy Summers. Can I help you?”
He looked at all the people, muggles, no doubt. “I’m not sure Miss Summers. Perhaps it’s best if we speak in private?”
Buffy looked around at her friends. “No, it’s fine. I trust these people with my life.”
Dumbledore nodded his agreement. “Very well. If you’ll sit?”
Buffy nodded and took a seat across from Dumbledore and Harry. Willow, Giles, and Dawn sat as well.
Dumbledore gestured, “Will you let me finish speaking before you do?” Buffy nodded.
“This is Harry Potter.” The boy smiled.
Dumbledore extracted his file and removed the two photographs. He handed them both to Buffy.
“The first photograph is of Lily and James Potter on their wedding day, almost 27 years ago. The second photograph is of Lily and James Potter and their first child, their daughter. They did not have a chance to name her, as they gave her up for adoption.”
Buffy looked up, a question in her eyes.
“They were 17.”
Buffy nodded.
“And then, ten years later, they had their second child, Harry Potter. Lily and James Potter were murdered by an evil man who was trying to take over the community. He killed anyone who stood in his way. But he couldn’t kill Harry. Lily had died protecting her child, so he could never touch Harry.”
Buffy nodded again, knowing something of the bonds that came from love.
“Harry was placed in the care of his closest blood relatives, his aunt and uncle. We thought they were his closest blood relatives. Until now. You see, Miss Summers, we have located the first child of Lily and James Potter, the daughter, you.”
There was silence for a very long time. Buffy looked at the photographs in her hand and then she looked up at Giles.
Did you know this? Her eyes searched his. He looked at his feet in shame. Buffy then turned to look at Dawn. Her eyes showed the same disbelief that she knew hers did.
Giles cleared his throat.
“Buffy, when you were…when you came to me, I had complete records of you on file. I had to know where you came from. It was my job to know.”
Buffy nodded.
“So you’re saying I’m adopted?”
Dumbledore nodded. “And young Harry over here is your younger brother.”
“Tell me Miss Summers, what do you know about magic?”
She opened her mouth to answer when the front door emitted a loud shrieking noise.
