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Title: Blood Ties Part: 01 Aurthor: Cynthia Taz (cynthia_taz@yahoo.com) Homepage: www.geocities.com/cynthia_taz/

Rating: PG Summary: Harry, Buffy and co entered the third year of Hogwarts with troubles following right behind. Questions raise, and answers lie within their blood... (Sequel of 'Chamber of Secrets': Based on 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban')

Disclaimer: All characters, sites and such from 'Buffy, The Vampire Slayer' and 'Angel' belong to Joss Whedon, UPN, WB, and et al. All characters, sites and such from 'Harry Potter' belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement intended. Anything new in it belongs to the author (Yah me!). This story is not sell or for any profit.

Note 1: This is a sequel of 'Chamber of Secrets'. You don't need to read it to understand this fic, just read through the summary below and it should be fine. (There's also some reference to the specific part from 'Chamber of Secrets' in case you guys are interested) Note 2: Most events will be based on the movie but some will be from the book. Note 3: I had finally figured out how come the Numbus 2001 is called Numbus 2001 (at first I thought it was the year but it turns out to be the version no. of the model... but I figure I'll just let it be... hehe... lazy...) Note 4: I've skipped the part where Harry use magic in Dursley's. Just so you know.

Here's a special thanks to Joahn, my beta reader, and to those who have been supporting 'Chamber of Secrets'. This story's for you guys! :)

Background information from the 'Chamber of Secrets': - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Buffy Summers and Alexander (Xander) Harris are all in Gryffindor. They had been friends since 1st year in Hogwarts. - Buffy step-father is Rupert Giles, the Professor for History in Magic in Hogwarts (CoS Part 2). Her birth father is a Squib who kicked her and her mother out after finding out Buffy's a witch (CoS Part 16). - Xander's father is a prisoner in Azkaban (CoS Part 2) becuase he accidently kill someone trying to protect Xander's mother (CoS Part 26). - Willow Slytherin did not know anything about wizarding world until her mother died last year and was brought to England by Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy. She entered Hogwarts second year and was sorted to Slytherin house. (CoS Part 2) - Willow never knew about her mother's past or anything about her birth father until the end of her second year: her mother is a witch (CoS Part 23) and her father is Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort (CoS Part 27). - Dumbledore is now the legal guidance of Willow. (CoS Part 28)


Stepping out of the pub, Harry Potter raised his arm over his head, protecting his eyes from the shining sun. It had been almost two weeks since he had run away from the Dursley's and arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. So far, he had been enjoying his new found freedom, even though Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, had asked him to keep to Diagon Alley.

Squeezing himself through the crowded street, Harry stopped in front of the Quality Quidditch Supplies, his eyes focusing on the new broomstick that was on display: the Firebolt racing broom. How he was tempted to buy the latest and fastest broom in the world, but he wasn't even sure how much it would cost - 'Price on request' the price tag said, and Harry wasn't sure he want to know it either.

"Boo." A voice suddenly whispered to his ear.

"Wha-" Harry spun, and found himself staring at a redhead - more specifically, Willow Slytherin. "Willow!" Harry's face brightened when he saw his friend standing there, grinning back at her.

"Drooling over the Firebolt, huh?" Willow teased.

Harry smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. What about you?" His smiled disappeared when he saw a man standing behind Willow, staring at them. "Um... hello?"

"Oh." Willow followed Harry's sight and found who he was staring. "This is Mr. Shacklebolt. Mr. Shacklebolt, Harry Potter."

Mr. Shacklebolt's eyes widened for a second, but quickly recovered. "How do you do?"

"Mr. Shacklebolt." Harry accepted the hand and shook it.

"Mr. Shacklebolt, can I..."

"Go on. I'll wait outside." Mr. Shacklebolt said, and Willow quickly pulled Harry into the Quidditch shop.

"What's going on?" Harry asked after they entered the shop, He peeked over the display window, and found Shacklebolt standing there, staring at them intensively.

"He is from the Minister." Willow sighed as they made their way to the far corner. "He is supposed to guard me... sorta."

"Guard you? Why?"

Willow shrugged. "Dumbledore didn't say. I overheard the Minister say didn't want me to leave Hogwarts grounds unless I've got someone from the Ministry with me." She picked up the broom nearby. "What do you think?" She asked.

Harry examined the broom Willow was holding. "Comet 260. It's nice." He frowned. "Don't you have one... no wait... two, isn't it? The one Malfoy gave you and the one Vold-" The black hair boy halted when he saw Willow's face fell. "-he gave you?

"I broke the Nimbus Ninety Three, and I don't want to use the one Tom..." Willow tailed off, her eyes slowly tracing the line of the broomstick in hand.

Harry nodded quietly, before following Willow to the counter to pay for the broom.


After paying for the new broomstick, Harry and Willow along with Mr. Shacklebolt had gone to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for some ice cream. "So she just... floated away?" Willow giggled, sitting at the small table outside the parlor, listening to Harry explaining what had happened back at the Dursley's.

Harry nodded. "I didn't mean to." He frowned. "I just lost control."

"Well, at least the Minister didn't charge you for using magic outside of school."

"It was lucky. So, what about you? I mean, it must be so cool to have Dumbledore to be your guidance."

"Um... yeah." Willow smiled forcefully, and Harry couldn't help but notice it. "I mean, Dumbledore is very cool so... yeah." She tailed off, looking down at her hands on the table.

Harry's hand reached for Willow's, squeezing it lightly. "Are you alright?"

Willow nodded, before standing up. "I-I should go. Dumbledore wants me to go back before dinner."

"I'll see you on the train then?" Harry asked hopefully.

Willow nodded again, and left for Hogwarts with Mr. Shacklebolt following right behind. Harry watched the redhead left, before going back to the Leaky Cauldron, his mind half wondering what had happened to the redhead Slytherin that made her seem so sad.


Waking up from the unfamiliar bed, Harry smiled as he remembered today was the first day of the new school year. Walking towards the pile of books sitting nearby, he picked up the heaviest one. "The Monster Book of Monsters." He smiled, unlocking the strip around it, and found himself staring at something that looked like a pair of eyes along with a month filled with fangs and beard - just like a monster.

Suddenly, the eyes of the book blinked. Harry jumped as the book turned towards him, fangs showing, its mouth opened and closed, trying to take a bite out on him.

Being dropped onto the floor, the 'monster' rushed towards Harry, torn pages flying everywhere. Harry jumped onto his bed, barely avoiding the aggressive book's fang as it went straight under the bed. Harry waited for a moment, before lying down onto the bed, his head hanging over the edge, peeking down. The book lay there, motionless, before suddenly opening its 'mouth' and rushing towards Harry again. Harry quickly pulled himself up, once again avoiding the 'monster'. The monster looked around, confused, before sliding, or crawling, or whatever it did, back under the bed.

A light bulb appeared on top of Harry's head. He quickly untied one of his shoes, before standing up at the edge of the bed, and dropped it onto the floor. As predicted, the 'monster' rushed out and bit the shoe. Harry quickly jumped off from the bed and landed right on top of the monster book, effectively catching it.


After securing the 'Monster Book of Monsters', Harry walked down to the first floor of the inn for breakfast. His face brightened when he saw Ron and Hermione standing at the bottom of the stairs, arguing as usual.

"I'm warning you Hermione," Ron said angrily, holding his pet rat in his arms while Hermione having her pet cat in hers. "You bloody well better keep Crookshanks away from Scabbers, or I'll turn him to a- Harry!" Ron smiled.

"Turn him into Harry?" Hermione blinked in confusion, before realization hit her and she spun around. "Harry." She smiled at him.

"Hi guys." Harry smiled.


"Egypt. What's it like?" Harry asked, looking at the clipping Ron showed him. The Weasley's going to the Egypt during summer had become the headline for the Daily Prophet, with a huge photo of the family on it. The nine Weasley were waving at the camera, huge grins painted on all their faces, including Scabbers, who was in Ron's hand.

"Brilliant. Lots and lots of stuff. Mummies, tombs, even Scabbers enjoyed himself."

"You know ancient Egypt used to worship cat?" Hermione asked, sitting at the opposite of the table, petting Crookshanks.

"Yeah." Ron sent a look at Hermione. "Along with zombies too."

"You're not flashing around my clipping about the trip again now are you, Ron?" Fred and George appeared from behind Ron, marching towards the empty chairs next to Hermione.

"I didn't show it to anyone." Ron frowned.

"Right. Not a soul." Fred/George said.

Harry smiled at the elder Weasley. He stood when he saw Mr and Mrs Weasley walked towards him. "Mrs Weasley."

"Hello dear." Mrs Weasley smiled and gave Harry a peck on his cheek. "You look gorgeous. You got everything you need?" Harry nodded. "All of your books?"

"Yes. They're all up stairs."

"All of your clothes?"


"Good boy."

"Thank you." Harry smiled, and turned towards Mr. Weasley. "Mr. Weasley."

"Harry Potter." Mr. Weasley smiled and shook Harry's hand. "Would you mind if I had a word?"

"Sure." Harry nodded at Mrs. Weasley before following Mr. Weasley to the far end of the pub.

"Looking forward for the new term?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Yeah. It should be great."

Mr. Weasley's face turned serious suddenly. "Harry, there are some within the Ministry that strongly discard what I'm about to reveal to you, but..." He led Harry to a quieter corner when he saw some customers coming up from behind. "But I think you need to know." He stopped, standing in front of Harry. "You are in danger." He whispered. "Great danger."

Harry's eyes trailed towards the poster that he had seen all over the Diagon Alley. A poster asking people to contact the authorities if they spotted the escaped prisoner from Azkaban prison. "Does it have anything to do with Sirius Black, sir?"

"What do you know about Sirius Black, Harry?"

"Only that he has escaped from Azkaban."

"Do you know why?" Harry shook his head. "Thirteen years ago, when you stopped..."


"Don't say his name."


"When you stopped... you-know-who... Black lost everything. But 'til this day, he still remains as a faithful servant." Mr. Weasley explained. "In his mind, you are the only thing that stands in the way of you-know-who's returning of power. And that is why he escaped from Azkaban. To find you..."

"And kill me." Harry said calmly.

Mr. Weasley looked at him for a moment. "Harry, I want you to swear to me that whatever you might hear, you won't go looking for Black."

"Mr. Weasley," Harry frowned in confusion. "Why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?"


Willow walked down the familiar path and reached the hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. "Hey Buckbeak." She smiled when she saw the hippogriff resting at the pumpkin field. The gray eagle-like head moved up a bit, watching curiously at the redhead.

Willow bowed, and the hippogriff bowed back without hesitation. The redhead smiled, before walking closer to the hippogriff and sat beside it, combing his feathers. "Hagrid isn't with you, huh?" Buckbeak turned a bit, its head leaning into Willow's warm palm. "I hope you don't feel lonely." She leaned down, her head resting on the hippogriff's strong torso. "'Cos not many people deserve it, not you at least." She whispered, before closing her eyes, and let herself falling into the welcomed darkness.

And it was how Hagrid found her hours later, sleeping sounding under the wings of the half eagle half horse, dried tears on her cheeks.


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