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Finding Love	By : angelinasway Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 2601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter belong to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling. This story is for entertainment, not for profit.

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Chapter Five
Sorry for the long delay, life's been a bit hectic. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews you are all so very awesome. This chapter is dedicated to AllenPitt because you gave me an awesome idea in your last review that I'm totally using. If you figure it out let me know.

Special Thanks to my awesome Spuffy beta Spikelissa, who was willing to look this over because she's totally cool and because the idea intrigued her. Also thanks AerynSpeedleCaine for her beta wonderful beta job as well.

Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter belong to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling. This story is for entertainment, not for profit.

Chapter 5

Buffy and Tom sat in Giles living room waiting for a response to the partial truth that they had concocted.

“Let me get this straight,” Giles said trying to control the smirk that wanted to break out on his face. He knew they were lying. “You two were eating lunch when you suddenly noticed each other’s eyes glowing.”

“Yep,” Buffy said innocently. “That about sums it up.”

Giles leaned against the wall polishing his glasses. There was no easy way to tell them this; he had once again read the prophecy, and it was quite clear. “I saw it this morning,” Giles said.

Buffy looked at him dumbly for a moment before her eyes widened in disbelief, “Giles, why didn’t you say anything?” This was so not good. Giles rarely kept things like this from her, unless the word prophecy was attached at the end of the sentence.

Tom noticed how Buffy began to fidget with her hands. She started to chew on her bottom lip and for the first time Tom could see real fear in her eyes. He gently placed his hand upon hers hoping to calm her. It had the desired effect, and she smiled at him thankfully.

“There were a few things I had to check on first,” Giles said, keeping his head down. “The glowing eye’s, at least for the Slayer represents a few things. One of which, well… signifies a Slayer discovering her mate. It’s also a sign of,” Giles cleared his throat and began blushing, “for lack of a better word, an intense arousal towards her chosen.”

Buffy sucked in a breath, and she looked at Tom her cheeks becoming scarlet. He had a stunned expression on his face, his mouth opening and closing several times before he looked at her for help.

“Giles, what…” The words came out in a croak, and she cleared her throat. “What exactly are you saying?” Buffy asked never taking her eyes from Tom.

“What I am saying is that you have chosen your mate Buffy, that you and your Slayer, the demon essence that gives you your power, have picked Tom as your mate. That on some primal level you saw him as your equal.” Giles finally looked up his eyes soft and understanding. “You felt something when you first saw him, didn’t you?”

“Yah,” Buffy said in a small voice. “I felt like he was the one I had been looking for.”

Giles sighed nodding, “There’s more. I also read a prophecy a while back, which at the time had not meant much to me. I read it again today,” he paused watching as Buffy groaned and closed her eyes.

“I had a feeling you were going to say prophecy,” she said putting her head in her hands.

“What’s wrong with that,” Tom asked confused.

“The last time there was a prophecy about me…I died,” Buffy mumbled into her hands.

“Yes, that would certainly be a bad thing.”

“Well the good news is,” Giles said pulling Buffy from her memories of the Master. “It’s not quite so dire this time. It states that when the Slayer line is broken and if the Sun chooses to take the Moon as her mate.” Giles looked at Tom, “Assuming of course, Tom is the Moon and you,” he looked back at Buffy, “are the Sun. She shall be his light. Time heals all as Unforgivable Curses are reversed and the balance is tipped to that of white. Dark trials will be taken, and a mark will be gifted to ten, creating Immortal Guardians.”

Buffy looked up at Giles confused, “What does it mean about the Slayer line being broken, and how in the hell do you know the Sun and the Moon thing have anything to do with me and Tom?”

Giles sighed, “I didn’t understand the part about the Slayer line either, not until I got a call from the Council an hour ago. Apparently, when you died it was enough to call another Slayer.” Giles paused so he could start polishing his glasses again. His face had what could only be described as a pensive look. “As for you being the Sun and Tom being the Moon. It’s the color of your eye’s when they glow that gives it away. I couldn’t see Tom’s eyes when I saw your eye’s glow Buffy, but in all of recorded history of Slayers mating it has always been a vampire and in every instance, they have always glowed red. The color gold in several cultures represents the sun, and silver represents the…”

“Moon,” Tom finished. He was staring into space as he went over the prophecy again and again in his head. “Which also can represent darkness and evil,” he whispered.

“Or” Giles added, “It can also represent the light in the darkness.” Giles had decided to be as delicate as possible with this part of the prophecy. It just wouldn’t do to come out and tell the boy he could have been evil.

“No,” Tom said more harshly than he intended. He couldn’t stand when adults danced around a subject, as if they would hurt his dainty feelings. It had been the same at Hogwarts whenever someone found out that he was an orphan. He didn’t want pity. Oh, he could play the pitiful boy marvelously, so much so that he had most of Hogwarts fooled, but that didn’t mean that he liked pretending, “If that were the case, then I would not need the Sun.”

Giles looked at Tom impressed by the boy’s ability to read between the lines of the prophecy. “Yes well, you have found your light Tom. Don’t let it fade.” Giles cleared his throat before saying, “There’s something else. Because you are able to connect with Buffy on such a primal level, I have a very strong reason to believe that there is some kind of demon blood in your genealogy and considering how closely related the Slayer and vampires are, I would guess it was a vampire. Only that’s impossible because vampires can’t have children.” He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll have to do some cross referencing, and maybe I’ll find an explanation. Perhaps Dumbledore could send me your family history.”

Tom blinked shaking his head. This was a bit too much even for him. He hoped that none of this scared Buffy off, but from the look on her face it wasn’t having that effect. The only thing that was giving him any comfort at this moment was the knowledge that because of this beautiful girl he was being given a second chance.

Buffy sat there silent staring into space as she began to go incredibly pale, “What…what does the rest mean?”

“It means that whatever atrocities I committed, had I not left Hogwarts, have been reversed, and that I have been gifted a second chance.” Tom said looking at Buffy in awe, “All because you chose me as yours.”

“It also means that Tom being here has tipped the scales to our side,” Giles said. “I’m assuming the trial part is exactly what it means. As for the mark and the ten, we won’t know, unless we are able to find a more detailed version of the prophecy.”

Buffy’s head was spinning after all the information, and she felt as if she were faint. She could hear the sound of her heart beating, and she almost screamed when Tom laid a hand on her shoulder. He was looking at her concerned but there was nothing she could do to reassure him. This was too much for her, “So that’s it, we’re like this mated couple?”

“Not quite, though I imagine you have already begun to feed off each other’s emotions.” Giles said, clearing his throat and polishing his glasses intently. “You have to finish the ritual before you are mated, and I’m afraid your need to do so is going to get more intense the longer you wait.”

“Ritual,” Buffy asked arching an eyebrow. She had a feeling she knew what that was going to entail.

Giles looked at them apologetically sighing, “Yes, well the act of mating is an actual part of the ritual, as well as a blood bond.”

Buffy stood quickly shaking her head. Her stomach rolled at the thought of having to drink blood, and she couldn’t help but remember the bloodlust she had felt the year before when little Billy had made her nightmares a reality. Her mind was spinning and she needed to get some air, “I… I need to go.”

“Buffy…” Giles said trying to stop her, but she held up her hand.

“I just… I need some time. This is a little too much right now.” She walked to the door turning back and looking at Tom sadly, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back, okay.”

He just watched her go, not knowing what to say to stop her.

It took Tom about a half an hour before he had to go look for Buffy, ever since Giles had explained what he meant by feeding off each other’s emotions, Tom could feel her. She was beyond sad and incredibly scared. It hurt him thinking that she didn’t want this with him, that this prophecy had somehow ruined his chances with her.

His shoes slapped against the pavement as he ran for the cemetery checking the map Giles had given him. The old man had been hard pressed to let Tom look for her alone and had only allowed him to go under the promise that Tom would run if trouble found him. Mr. Giles had also been gracious enough to give him a few stakes as protection. Tom had tried to argue with him that he had his wand and didn’t need them, but Giles had insisted.

He turned right on State Street, passing Buffy’s street, and heading for Restfield Cemetery. It was the closest cemetery to her house, so he figured it would be the best place to start.

As he drew closer he suddenly felt a shot of irritation go through his system followed by anger. He felt it so strong that had anybody been standing near him, he might have lashed out and hit them. He picked up speed as he heard Buffy’s voice yell, “Who are you?”

Tom quickly rounded the corner and entered Restfield, only to stop short at the scene that greeted him. Buffy had what looked to be a man lying on the ground with a sword a few inches from his neck.

Buffy sat against a headstone staring blankly out into the darkness. Her mind was going a mile a minute, and she couldn’t clear it. How did she really feel about all this? She wasn’t sure. She did know that she should be rejoicing. It was like a fairytale, love at first sight and all that. But that was just it wasn’t it? How did she really know this was love? The prophecy hadn’t mentioned love and she knew by the few times she had read up on vampire’s, when vampire’s mate it wasn’t necessarily for love.

Did she love Tom? She didn’t know. She hadn’t really known him long enough to decide. She knew she felt stronger for him than she did for Angel, but how could she be sure it was love? She had thought she was in love with Angel when she had discovered he was a vampire, but she knew now that it was his mysteriousness that had made her so drawn to him. She didn’t want to make that mistake again.

What was worse was the thought that Tom couldn’t love her. That maybe it was only physical for him. She wasn’t stupid; she knew that once the ritual was complete, that was it. Tom would be hers forever, and the thought of him maybe resenting her in the future made her heart wrench in agony. She wanted to be loved as much as she wanted to be able to love, and she made a decision then and there that she wasn’t going to go through with anything until she was sure about both of their feelings. Prophecy or not it was just something she had to be sure of.

The sound of a twig snapping broke into her musing and her head shot up in response. There was a dark haired man in a brown leather jacket studying her, standing a few feet away.

“You changed everything, you know.” He stated quietly in an Irish accent.

The low hum of Buffy’s slayer senses indicated that whoever this man was—he wasn’t entirely human. Her leg shot out immediately knocking him to the ground. Buffy sprang to her feet grabbing the short sword that she had brought with her for patrol. Her eyes narrowed angrily as she yelled the words, “Who are you?”

He swallowed hard eyeing the sword she had pointed at his neck. “Now that’s a bit rude, don’t you think? Do you go around threatening everyone who tries to make conversation with you?”

Buffy glared at him nostrils flaring, “When they aren’t human, and they approach me in a graveyard I do.”

“Well I guess it’s good that I’m half human then,” he said using the tip of his finger to point the sword away from his neck.

“And that means what to me exactly?” Buffy asked removing the sword and eyeing him suspiciously.

“Hopefully that you’ll listen to what I have to say before killing me.” He sighed rubbing the back of his head, “Names Doyle, by the way, just in case you were wondering.” He held out his hand in greeting only to get a raised eyebrow in response.

Bloody hell, he knew she would be difficult but couldn’t she be a little more trusting. Then he remembered all that he had seen in his recent vision and figured it was probably good of her to not be very trusting. He still couldn’t believe how easily his future had been changed. He had originally been meant to help a vampire with a soul, and now he was supposed to come here and help a wizard find redemption for crimes the lad hadn’t even committed yet. Oh, and it couldn’t be just any wizard it had to be one of the most evil in history, one that willingly ripped his humanity to shreds and personally destroyed his own soul.

When Doyle had first awoken from the vision that had put him in the hospital, it had taken him a few days to come to terms and understand everything he had seen. It was hard dealing with seeing one’s own death and even harder watching your champion, the one you were supposed to help, the one you had died for, suck Los Angeles into hell.

Doyle had been gifted something incredible. The Powers had let him see into the future that would have happened had Tom not come here. He had also seen in great detail Tom’s future had he stayed at Hogwarts. He had been utterly horrified at the thought of having to help someone who had been so cruel and sadistic. Though Doyle couldn’t really say Angelus was much better, just at least Angelus had the excuse that he hadn’t had a soul when he committed his worst offences. Tom would have no such luxury.

From what Doyle had seen of Angel’s future, he wasn’t sure the whole soul thing mattered at all. It was the humanity that remained within that really made a difference, and Angel still had to find his because when he had been turned his humanity had gone away with his soul. Angel had just begun to find it again when the little fireball in front of him had made the colossal mistake of making him, her first. By the time he had gotten his soul back it was too late, and she had to send him to a hell dimension far away. That had been the turning point Doyle was sure, if you want to drive the humanity out of someone for good sending them to hell is a sure way to do it.

He remembered from the vision, his future self wondering why Angel had always seemed so cold and unfeeling, and now he knew why. His humanity had never come back. Oh it had gotten awfully close, and he remembered clearly that was why he had been sent to Angel in the first place, but every time it got close something awful would happen to drive it away again. The Powers had done everything in their power to try to bring it back, but it would never remain for long.

Then there of course had been the other one, William the Bloody, a vampire that had gone against everything in his nature and fought and won his soul back and all of the Powers efforts had been wasted on Angel when their true champion was revealed. Doyle was dead certain the Powers would not make the same mistake twice when it came to the souled vampire’s and as angry as he was at Angel, he felt pity for him too.

His mission wasn’t going to be easy. On top of helping Tom find his way, he was given another mission. This mission entailed returning a soul to the one that will one day earn it and give a soul to the one who never deserved to lose their soul at all. He knew who the first vampire was to be given his soul. That was so blatantly obvious. However, he wasn’t exactly sure who the other one was. Oh he had a few suspicions, but he still didn’t know for sure until the Powers deemed it was time.

“You have five minutes starting now.” Buffy said breaking into Doyle’s deep thoughts. If she was honest with herself, she was quite intrigued by what the half-demon had to say. She didn’t feel any truly evil vibes, and that didn’t happen very often, but that didn’t mean she trusted him as far as Willow could throw him.

“Well it’s going to take a bit longer than that. First I should probably say I was sent here to help you.” Doyle said getting to his feet and brushing himself off. “Well not you exactly, but your boy. The Powers That Be wanted to make sure he stays on the straight and narrow, and they think I’m a good candidate for the job.”

Well, that was something she hadn’t been expecting him to say. She also was quite confused about who these Powers That Be where. “The Powers that what now?” she said taking on her dumb blonde persona.

“Be,” he said pulling a flask from his jacket and taking a swig. He shrugged then added, “I don’t know if that’s their real name, but it’s what I call them. I get these visions you see. Well, visions are putting it lightly. They’re more like mind numbing headaches followed by pictures of things to come. I had a dozy recently; it was so bad I ended up in the hospital for a week.”

“And these Powers sent you here to help me.” Buffy asked confused. “What did you see?”

“No,” Doyle said shaking his head, “not you. Him,” he looked in the direction of the front gate of the cemetery.

For the first time Buffy noticed Tom standing there with his wand drawn. He was looking at Doyle suspiciously as he slowly began to walk towards them.

“And what exactly would you know about me.” Tom asked with a hard edge to his voice.

Buffy felt a tremor of fear from the tone of his voice, and she saw for the first time the darkness that dwelled within Tom. It didn’t make her want to run screaming like it should have and that frightened her even more. “Tom its okay, I don’t think he’s evil.”

Tom’s eyes landed on the blonde beauty softening immediately. “I still would like to know what he thinks he knows about me,” he said in a softer tone. He realized he was acting like his former self for the first time since coming to Sunnydale. It had frightened Buffy and he found that he never wanted to see that look in her eyes again.

Doyle looked at the lad smirking at how quickly Buffy could melt the coldness in his heart. As long as Tom had her, Doyle’s job would be much easier than he thought. It shouldn’t surprise him, from what he had seen Buffy could make evil want to change. “I know more about you than even you do.” Doyle said mysteriously.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Tom said annoyed.

“It means that the Powers showed me what would have happened if you had stayed in your time. I can’t exactly tell you, that’s not how this works, but I can show you a picture of your future self. I think that will speak more than words ever will.” Doyle stepped closer to Tom, “If you’ll let me.”

Tom didn’t know what to think. He found himself frightened to find out what he might have been like had he stayed on the path he was on at Hogwarts. His curiosity though got the better of him, and he nodded his acquiescence.

Doyle reached a hand out and gently placed it on the boy’s forehead before looking into his eyes and mentally sending the boy the horrifying image.

Tom screamed in agony as the image flashed through his mind. His eyes began to fill with tears, and he began to tremble uncontrollably. He fell to his knees immediately when Doyle released him, and he grabbed his head wishing he could erase the horrifying image. He felt strong warm arms wrap around him and he clung to them for dear life. He could only utter one sentence over and over again, “I’m a monster.”
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