Okay, so this is the first revised chapter. I was rereading my story and it just sounded so lame, so I hope that by revising it gets better. So please bare with me :)
Prologue
1998, Buffy Summers
Buffy screamed in agony. She had caught a cab from where she was currently living to a hospital in the neighbouring city. You see, she was pregnant.
On the night of her seventeenth birthday, somehow, Buffy and Angel had managed to conceive and now after only three months, because of her accelerated healing rate and the child being half vampire, she was giving birth as if she were at full term.
"It's okay, Anne, you're doing great." A midwife coaxed the reluctant teenager.
"It hurts." Buffy whimpered, feeling rather pathetic.
"I know it does, sweetie. But it will all be worth it in the end." The midwife smiled.
"Okay, just one last push and your baby should be here." The doctor called.
"You hear that, sweetie. One last push." The midwife said gently.
"One last push." Buffy panted.
She let out a cry as she used all her strength and some Slayer strength to push her baby out of her.
As she fell back exhausted on the pillows, a baby's cry filled the air. The midwife cleaned off the baby while the Doctor cut the cord and handed the child to Buffy.
"Congratulations, Anne. It's a girl."
Buffy let out a soft sob as she looked down at the honey brown curls that were already growing on the child's head.
"What are you calling her?" A nurse asked, a Birth Certificate in her grasp.
"Hermione Angel Summers." Buffy replied, thinking not only of her love but of the only book she currently owned, A Winters Tale by William Shakespeare.
"A wonderful name. Birth parents?" The nurse smiled.
"Liam Angelus and Buffy Anne Summers." Buffy relayed using Angel's real name and Vampire name, staring at the marvel that was her little Hermione.
"Welcome to the world, Hermione Summers."
Italy, 1998
Donatella Giovanni was knelt before the statue of the Madonna and Child in an old temple. She was an elderly woman descended from the Prophet line of Profeta.
The priests watched the woman with a wary eye. She was considered to be a witch in the local towns and, although it wasn't that kind of age anymore, the priests were still cautious.
Suddenly, Donatella sat bolt upright, her face upturned to the face of the Christ Child, sunlight pouring down on her and highlighting her startlingly white eyes.
The priests hurried over, not paying much attention to anything but Donatella. It was no wonder that they missed the dark blue figure of the demon watching from the shadows.
"Donatella?" One of the priests asked softly.
A rough English voice came from the woman's throat. "A child shall be born to a Slayer and an Angel. Gifted with the strength of her parents and eternal life, she shall protect the world. Together, the Slayer and the Child will be unbeatable. They are a force to be reckoned with. A child shall be born to a Slayer and an Angel. A child unlike any other."
The oldest priest gasped. "The Lost Prophesy!"
"Dominic?" Another priest questioned.
"Years ago, the Profeta line recited the same prophesy, but it was lost from the records one hundred years ago." Dominic told them. "It has come to pass."
Behind them, the Demon disappeared into the night.
1998, Buffy Summers
Hermione was now a week or two old and was a very vocal child. She gurgled and giggled a lot, already showing her intelligence at such a young age. Her chocolate eyes, the same eyes Angel had, sparkled and watched her mother avidly.
Buffy smiled as she passed her baby's crib as she got ready for work at the Diner.
Hermione gurgled and Buffy gently kissed her forehead before walking over to her chest of drawers. She had only turned away for one moment. But that was all it took.
Hermione's wail made Buffy spin round so quickly she was blur. A deep blue demon with sharp horns, black eyes and the symbol for infinity tattooed on his forehead stood beside Hermione's crib.
"NO!" Buffy yelled.
She dived for the crib, but was too late. Her fingertips just grazed the demon's robe as he vanished with Hermione.
"Hermione." Buffy whispered brokenly.
One Month Later
After Hermione's disappearance, Buffy had become listless. She hadn't stopped looking, but her hope was dwindling. So she was heading home to Sunnydale. At times like this, a girl needed her mother and she had been away far too long.
As she stood outside the door to her home, she felt the pain of losing her baby wash over her once more. It was pushed to one side the moment she felt her mother's arms wrap around her.
Later that night, when she was unpacking, Joyce was standing in the doorway watching her. A glint of a silver frame caught her eye. Thinking it was a picture of Buffy and the Scoobies or something, Joyce picked it up to put it on a desk.
Buffy looked up and saw what her mother held in her hand. "Mom! No!" She cried.
Joyce stared at the photo numbly. It was a picture of a worn looking Buffy cradling a small, newborn baby in a hospital bed.
"What on earth? Buffy, what is this?" Joyce demanded.
Buffy felt her heart break all over again. "Mom, I…I can explain." She whispered.
"Then get to it." Joyce snapped.
So Buffy explained how miraculous her child was and how she had been stolen away. There was much crying and Joyce vowed to help find her granddaughter in anyway she could.
London, 1983
Jane Granger startled awake. She was confused for a moment on what woke her until she heard it again. A baby's cry.
"John, get up." She hissed, hitting her husband.
"What?" John Granger moaned, sitting up.
"I think there's something outside. Come with me." Jane told him.
Slowly, armed with a golf club and a phone, the couple snuck downstairs. They wrenched open the door to see nothing.
A bundle on the doorstep caught Jane's eye. She knelt down and pulled back the blanket to reveal a baby girl. She gently cradled the child and soothed her.
John caught sight of a locket and looked at it. "It says her name is Hermione."
He flicked it open to reveal a picture of a young woman with blonde hair. "This must be her mother."
"Oh, John, can we keep her?" Jane begged, staring at the baby.
John looked around. "I don't see anyone and she was left on our doorstep. We'll go to the social services in the morning to adopt her."
Jane smiled brightly and cradled the baby to her. "Hermione. Hermione Jean Granger."
"Sounds perfect." John said, kissing his wife on the temple and ushering her into the warmth of the house.
So from that day on, the baby girl was known as Hermione Jean Granger. The Muggleborn and brightest witch of her generation.
Please Read and Review. Okay, the basic plot is still the same, but it's not all cramped together and it sounds a lot better. Until next time ;)