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Chapter Two:

"There's parts of this that probably won't make any sense to you, they barely make sense to me, but I'll try anyways. My name is Sirius Black, and I'm a wizard. I went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"A school for magic!?" Willow cut in, her eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Er, yes."

"A whole school? Are there lots of students? What do they teach? How come I've never heard of it? Are there more schools like that? Where is Hogwarts? What-"

"Willow, do be quiet and let Mr. Black continue his story," Giles cut in before she could ask any more questions.

"Oh! Sorry. I didn't mean to babble. I do that a lot," she added to Sirius. He just nodded before continuing.

"Hogwarts is currently run by Albus Dumbledore. He's a powerful wizard and a truly great man. He's also the only person that Voldemort has ever feared."

"Voltron?" Buffy asked while making a face. Dawn giggled while Giles sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Voldemort," Sirius corrected. "Around thirty years ago, a dark wizard began gathering followers. He was extremely powerful, and not many dared to oppose him. He killed muggles, muggle-borns, and even half-bloods. Thought they were less than human. He was basically a power hungry bigot."

"What's a muggle?" Dawn asked.

"Oh, right. You lot wouldn't know. A muggle is a non-magical person. Someone with absolutely no magic in their blood. Some wizards, like Voldemort, think that this makes them a sub-species. They're often referred to as 'mudbloods'. It means dirty blood. It's a real big insult with wizards. Voldemort killed hundreds of people. He called his followers 'Death-Eaters'; they were cruel and vindictive. My best mate from school was killed by Voldemort fifteen years ago. He and his wife were murdered by that bastard. Somehow their son survived, and Voldemort was killed instead. At least, we thought he was dead.

"Now he's back, and he's planning on picking up where he left off. James, my best mate, his wife Lily, and their son Harry were protected by a charm. I don't understand all the details, but a secret-keeper would be chosen and unless the person told Voldemort specifically, he would never be able to find them. Everyone thought that I was the secret-keeper, and a traitor. When I caught up with the real traitor, he murdered twelve muggles, faked his own death, and framed me for all of it."

He paused for a moment, and drank again from his mug of tea. Everyone around him was quiet, and Dawn was wiping her eyes.

"More tea, Sirius?" Giles asked, taking the pot off of the stove. At Sirius' nod, he refilled the mug before pouring some for himself.

"What is it with you Brits and tea?" Xander suddenly asked. He switched to a horrible fake accent. "Oh dear, the world is ending! We're all terribly upset! Serve the tea! Ow!" Buffy whacked him on the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, Xander's stupidity rears it's ugly head and bites us in the ass all the time." Buffy apologized to Sirius.

"S'alright," He managed a small smile. He cleared his throat before continuing. "I spent twelve years in the wizard prison Azkaban." He continued to tell them about his escape, being hunted by the dementors, the Order of the Phoenix, Harry, and finally the duel with Bellatrix Lestrange.

"So, you died," Xander said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Damn B, maybe you should start a support group or something," Faith added.

***

Remus Lupin sat in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place. He glanced across the table and exchanged a look with Molly Weasley before turning to Harry.

"Harry," he began. "What happened last night at the Dursleys?" Harry Potter sat silently in his sear, refusing to meet either of the adults' gazes. "Harry, we wont be mad, but you gave your Aunt and Uncle quite a scare. They said that when they found you, you were unconscious, and there was blood all around you."

"It doesn't matter. It didn't work," Harry said flatly.

"What didn't work dear?" Molly asked gently.

"Do you even care that he's gone?" Remus looked at him in shock.

"Harry, what are you-"

"Sirius. I thought he was supposed to be your best friend. But you don't even care. You just sit there and smile. Do you even care that he died? That no one will ever know that he was innocent? He's dead, and you don't even CARE!" Harry's voice broke with emotion and tears welled up in his eyes. He looked over at Remus and was shocked to see tears running down his face.

"Of course I care." Remus made no move to wipe away his tears. Molly gave a tiny sob before getting up and leaving the two men alone at the table.

"If you care than how can you just sit there? How can you just accept it?"

"Because I have no choice. Harry, people die. I've lost friends before, your parents included, and I've realized that stopping our own lives won't bring anyone back. Nothing can bring back Sirius now. He's gone."

"I tried."

"What?"

"Last night. I tried a spell to bring him back. I did everything it said to do. I used the mirror that Sirius had given me as a link." Harry looked down at his hands in his lap. "The mirror that he and my dad had used to talk to each other during detentions. He gave it to me when we left at Christmas. I broke it, but I-I fixed it after. I found an urn of Osiris. I used the unicorn blood in it and anointed myself as the anchor. I wrote the right sigils on the mirror. I had a photograph of him. I sat in the middle of the pentagram, I said the right words; I even used the right fucking incense! But it didn't work. There was a light, and the picture did something odd, and I heard voices. I thought it worked and then I was unconscious. When I woke up I thought he'd be back. He wasn't. Why didn't he come back?"

"Harry," Remus sobbed out his name before pulling him into an embrace.

*

"Potter did WHAT?!"

"Calm down Severus."

"For Merlin's sake Albus! The boy used dark magics to try and resurrect his mutt of a godfather. I know you have a soft spot for him, but this is taking things too far!" Severus Snape's nostrils flared with anger as he faced the headmaster. It infuriated him to no end that Albus Dumbledore could sit so calmly at his desk, sucking on a lemon drop.

"We all deal with loss in different ways, Severus. You should know this better than anyone."

"Yes, but not many people actually try to resurrect the dead!"

"And even fewer succeed."

"What has that got to do with-Albus you can't possibly mean-"

"Harry is a powerful wizard; especially for someone his age. I'm actually quite surprised that he hasn't got his own chocolate frog card. Now that's a real honor," Dumbledore mused.

"But-but-" Snape sputtered, his eyes wide with shock.

"Funny thing about death. Natural cause is very vague. It includes death by malady, or by another human being (or creature, let's not be exclusive), but only directly. Death by say, a ball of pure energy, or falling beyond a veil is considered mystical. And of course we all know that mystical deaths are not truly meant to happen," Dumbledore pause. "Lemon drop?" He offered.

"Then Potter DID succeed. But then where is Black now?"

"Unfortunately, without a body it's very difficult for someone to come back in a specific place. I believe Sirius is currently in California."

"America, Albus?"

"Yes. I've already had an owl sent inviting them all to Hogwarts. I feel that they will all be quite useful in the coming months."

"They? And who, Headmaster, might they be?"

"A delightful group of champions lead by a Miss Summers. The slayer. I believe they refer to themselves as the 'Scooby Gang'."

" 'Slayer'? 'Scooby'?" Severus looked quite lost, and even the portraits on the walls, who of course, had been listening attentively, were confused.

"All will be explained when they arrive Severus. Are you sure you wouldn't care for a lemon drop?"

*

Everyone sat in a pensive silence in the kitchen. After several minutes of brainstorming, even Giles was at a loss of what to do next. It had been suggested that the contact Dumbledore, but Sirius had explained that wizards used owls to send the post. As no one had an owl, nor where to get one, they were back at square one. Of course, as a general rule, when in the company of the slayer, silence is usually broken with a scream. And it seemed that tonight, Fate did not wish to dissapoint.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Everyone jumped and began the race towards the kitchen door when a woman burst in from the hall.

"M-M-Mr. Giles! T-there's a-a-" The woman seemed to be in a state of shock and could not stop stuttering. She looked quite the mess with her brown hair falling out of its messy bun and her flannel pajamas in disarray.

"There's a what, Danielle? Come on, out with it woman!" Giles thundered exasperatedly. Danielle meeped in surprise before managing to stutter out a bit more.

"S-some of the girls were up, a-and I was s-sending them to be when it flew through the open w-window." She seemed to be calming down slightly, as though she realized what a fuss she'd been making. "It's an owl. And it has a-a letter?" She elaborated, now looking thoroughly confused at the fact that an owl had delivered a letter.

"An owl?" Buffy asked. After Danielle nodded in confirmation, Buffy's face grew thoughtful. "Huh. Good timing."

*

Dear Ms. Summers,

It has been brought to my attention that you currently have a former student of mine in your company. I do hope that Sirius might have mentioned our world, owl post in particular, or I'm afraid you may have received quite a fright.

I am writing this letter to invite you and your associates to Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm sure that Sirius has made mention of Lord Voldemort by now. With Voldemort gaining more and more power and supporters, there are few with the strength to resist him. I ask that you help us to fight him. Please gather a team of your most trusted allies to journey to the wizarding world with you.

If you accept my offer, please send a reply via this owl. If not, I will arrange for an associate of mine to meet Sirius and bring him back to Europe. I await your reply.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

Supreme Mugwump

Order of Merlin 1^st class

*

Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,

After careful consideration, we have chosen to accept your offer. Several friends and myself are willing to travel to Hogwarts.

Just one question: How do we get there?

Sincerely,

Buffy Summers

Vampire Slayer

Died twice

*

Dear Ms. Summers,

I have arranged for two gentlemen to meet you in California. I assure you that they can be completely trusted. Upon meeting them you will take a portkey to Hogsmeade (the wizarding village near our school). If you have any questions, I am sure that Sirius will be able to provide you with most of the answers.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Currently with the 3^rd highest printing of Chocolate Frog cards.

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"Chocolate Frogs?"

*

End Chapter Two.

And, as promised, a teaser of the next chapter:

"Stop grumbling Severus."

"I'll grumble whenever the hell I want to grumble Lupin."

"Well, at least you'll give the group a good idea of what to expect from you."

"Shut up."

"Tell me Severus, do you practice that snarl in the mirror?"

"Where the hell are we going anyways?"

"You have the address."

"No, I gave it to you when we arrived."

"Are you sure?"

"Lupin-"

"Hang on."

"It's probably fallen out of one of your shabby pockets."

"It's go to be in here somewhere."

"Oh this is bloody marvelous! Not only are we lost in the muggle world, but it's sodding America!"

"Don't you like it here Severus? I thought you might enjoy the sights."

"Of course! I've adored the bloody sightseeing! Never seen anything more beautiful than a city of smog and muggle prostitutes."

"Sarcasm, Severus?"

"Never."

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Ciao!