I know a lot of people were mad that I left Cicatrix where I did, but that one is done and so another shall start!

Summary: After Buffy kills Angelus, what if instead of running from somewhere she was running to someone?

Pairings: Buffy/Draco and a little Ron/Hermione

HP takes place just after Book 5 and Buffy is after Becoming Part 2

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! I wish I could have Tom Felton!

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Chapter One: Escape

Buffy spent her days as 'Anne' in a miserable blur. She had slowly gotten over the pain of Angel's death by pretending it had never happened, by acting like she'd never been a slayer at all; which was easy with no one from Sunnydale around to remind her. It had been months since she left, and with no word from Willow, Xander, or Giles, she was sure they'd given up hope of ever finding her if they'd even tried at all. She wouldn't have blamed them if they'd wanted to forget she'd ever been part of their lives.

She only hoped that Giles would be okay; she'd briefly seen what torture Angelus had inflicted on him. That was another reason that she been able to cope with having lost Angel – she'd seen the monster that he'd held within, seen what he did to Jenny and to Giles; and even if she hadn't had to kill him, Buffy didn't think she could have forgiven him.

One day, a curious man entered the café. It wasn't what he looked like that first drew her attention to him, though his luminous blonde hair was an eye-catcher, for he was dressed like any business man would be. It was the energy that hummed all around him, it nearly over-powered her senses. He had a malign trait about him as well. When she'd stumbled slightly at his entrance, she'd seen his eyes flash with glee.

"My name is Anne and I'll be your waitress today. Can I start you out with something to drink?"

"Some coffee if I could – no sugar, no cream – and a blueberry scone please," the man replied without looking at the menu she'd handed him.

Buffy hurried off to get his order and then deliver it back to him. Her suspicions about who he was had dimmed to a mere fascination with his energy. He hadn't done anything to warrant her worry, just eating and drinking like every other patron. She supposed he could be like Giles, in the way that he had a great deal of harmful power but merely possessed it and did not use it.

When he finished, she came to take his plate away and asked if there was anything else she could get him.

"Just the check if you would, Buffy."

She nodded and turned back toward the kitchen. It only took a moment for his words to register in her head and she had to calm herself down to seem as if she hadn't. Buffy walked into the kitchen and right out the back door, ignoring the screaming cooks and other waiters. The minute she felt fresh air on her face, she broke into a run and headed for the closest payphone. She booked the next flight out of LAX with the money she'd earned from the café then hurried home to pack, all the while watching for luminous white hair.

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Meanwhile, at number 12 Grimmauld Place ….

The Order of Phoenix was in the middle of a meeting about what to do with Harry Potter.

"He's deeply troubled by Sirius' death," murmured Albus.

"I think we all are," admitted Remus.

Snape thankfully chose not to remark about his feelings on the subject, for even if Black and he had never seen eye to eye it didn't mean that he wanted the poor man dead.

"Did he refuse to go to the Dursley's?" Tonks asked.

"Quite the opposite actually, he's become rather docile. I think he's stopped caring about anything really. Losing Cedric was painful for him but losing Sirius I fear has done him in," Albus confided.

"That poor dear! I worry for him like he was my own," Molly gushed.

"Now that school in back in session, I'm sure Hermione and Ron will keep him busy…" Arthur concluded.

"Not if they're too busy with each other," Snape broke in. "Granger's grades are slipping. She's spending too much time with your son!" he spat.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Arthur bellowed, knocking his chair out from behind him as he stood. Snape too stood knocking his chair away.

"I believe that we were here to discuss Harry, not to start fights. Arthur, Severus, if you'd take your seats…" directed Albus.

The two men, properly chastised, started to realign their seats when a knock came at the door. Every member froze, for everyone that was in the order was already in house. Remus and Snape took point and slowly started for the door, wands raised, ready to fight. The pounding became more insistent and so Mad-Eye joined the duo headed for the door.

Remus was the first to arrive at said door and so moved to open it, Snape behind him to cover and Mad-Eye on his right to face the intruder. As soon as the lock fell out of place and gust of wind flew past them and into the house. The Three waited in nervous silence for something to happen not noticing the gasps behind them. When nothing and no one came into sight, Remus closed the door and turned to question Albus only to find him with his hands full.

There, with pale arms wrapped tightly around the Headmaster of Hogwarts was a tiny blonde haired girl. While everyone else looked on in incredulity and amazement, Dumbledore simply ran his hand through the young girl's hair. Just when everyone had started to calm down, she said something to Albus that sent them into an instant uproar.

"Daddy, I need help."