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The second the boys were on the ground, they were surrounded by Dumbledore, Giles, Ron, Hermione and most of the other Professors. The rest of the students were still in the stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch, the noise they were making blurred and indistinct.

“What happened?” Dumbledore asked frantically.

“They got to the other side of the Hogwarts barriers and disapparated,” Draco said angrily. “How the hell does Warrington know how to disapparate?!”

“That wasn’t Warrington,” Dumbledore said, his voice angry.

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “It sure as hell looked like Warrington.”

“Polyjuice potion,” Giles informed the two boys. “One of the Slytherins fathers turned himself into Warrington after the time-out.”

Hermione and Ron were looking completely outraged at the deception.

“Did the Slytherins know?” Hermione demanded angrily.

Dumbledore just sighed. “Some of them did. Believe me when I say they will not be attending our school for much longer.”

Harry turned to look at Draco, his eyes piercing and angry. Draco was looking as outraged as Harry and the black-haired boy decided that questioning whether or Draco had been involved in it was a bad idea.

“We have to get her back,” Harry said, looking back at Dumbledore.

The Headmaster nodded gravely, already well aware of that fact.

Harry looked at Hermione who seemed to be on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Ron was squeezing her hand gently, trying to get the girl to remain calm. Tears were welled up in her eyes and Harry knew it was taking Hermione everything within her to keep herself from crying.

“We don’t even know where they would‘ve taken her,” Ron said, trying to keep his voice calm, but failing miserably.

“There are rumours of Voldemort’s whereabouts,” Dumbledore informed them. “But that is all they are. Rumours.”

“Shouldn’t we at least check them out,” Harry said.

Dumbledore nodded. “I have sent several of the Professors to search the possible locations that we’ve heard about. Professor Giles and myself are about to leave to investigate the most widely believed location.”

Giles nodded and followed the Headmaster, the two men racing as fast as they could to get off Hogwarts grounds. Draco, Harry, Ron and Hermione could only watch in dismay as they were left behind to deal with the possibility that their best friend may not ever be returned to them.

Buffy was thrown to the ground, none too gently. She glared at Warrington and went to reach for her wand. Before she could even move, someone grabbed her wrists tightly. She tried to manoeuvre herself so she could kick out at her attacker, but she had no room to move.

Buffy looked up and held back a groan. Voldemort was the person restraining her. “Why am I not surprised to see you,” Buffy said, her voice sounding confident even though she was shaking on the inside.

“You, dear girl, have certainly given us the run-around,” he said, anger clearly heard in his voice.

“You could let me go, and I’ll do an even better job of it this time. Promise.”

Voldemort very nearly growled and Buffy felt a very harsh and violent kick to her stomach, sending her sprawling across the ground. She would have curled into foetal position if Voldemort hadn’t been holding her hands so tightly. She pulled her legs up to protect her stomach from another assault.

“You dared to escape from me,” Voldemort said angrily.

“Yeah. It was good fun too,” she replied glibly. She received another kick for her troubles.

“I will not be defied!”

“Bit late to be telling me that now.”

She was hauled to her feet and found herself looking up, Voldemort towering above her. She struggled in his grips and brought her hands closer to her face, her wrists beginning to ache. She was fairly certain they would be bruised by morning.

“You have spirit, daughter,” Voldemort said, his voice low and cold.

Buffy glared, hating the word as it left his mouth. “I’m not your daughter. And you will never be my father.”

One of his hands involuntarily left her wrists, leaving only his left hand restraining her. Buffy had been hoping for that reaction. He pulled back to strike at her, but Buffy was quicker than he had anticipated. She kicked his stomach with more force than she would usually use on a human, causing the Dark wizard to double over, his hand still holding her wrist. She bent forward and bit his wrinkling hands, and Voldemort let go of her completely. She kicked her father again and made a run for it, striking Warrington with a quick right-hook that had him sprawling across the ground.

She ran, desperate to get away from the Dark Lord. She glanced back over her shoulder even as she ran, annoyed that Voldemort had seemingly recovered and was now chasing after her at a speed she wouldn’t have thought he was capable of maintaining.

She saw him reach for his wand and she picked up her pace, not particularly keen to be stopped by a spell of any kind. When she had gained a little ground, she stopped momentarily and reached down for her own wand, halting and turning to face him.

Voldemort looked vaguely impressed by the fact that she was standing her ground.

“Are you really willing to die to keep yourself from standing beside me?” he asked, slowly approaching her.

“I told you already. I won’t stand at your side.”

“Then you shall have to die,” he said. Buffy could have sworn that there was disappointment in his voice. Buffy remembered something from her training that Giles had told her. Human weakness. Even the most evil human had a weakness, no matter who they were. That’s why humans were easier to defeat than demons.

“You would really kill me?” Buffy asked quietly. “Kill your own daughter?”

Voldemort seemed to hesitate, though his wand did not waver. “I can have more children if I wish to. You…you are a disgrace to the Slytherins. You are the new Heir of Slytherin and you’re in Gryffindor.” He spat out the name of her house in the same way that Draco had used to say Harry’s surname. Disgust, disdain and derision combined into a single word.

They were standing face to face now, no more than two feet between them, their arms stretched out, wands at the ready.

“Associating with mudbloods and muggles and you’re dating the boy who destroyed me! You have defied me one too many times girl.”

Buffy could tell that he’d just worked his anger up to a new level by reminding himself of Buffy’s relationship with Harry. She quickly did a spinning kick, knocking Voldemort off balance and she began running once more. She felt herself get tackled from behind, falling flat on her face. She struggled and managed to remove herself from his grasp. He caught hold of her ankle.

In a panic, Buffy could only think of one way of escaping. And, for the third time since December, she did the impossible and apparated into Hogwarts.

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