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Buffy had to admit that apparating into Hogwarts hadn’t been the best of ideas, especially when Voldemort was still clutching her ankle. Not only did Voldemort apparate with her, but their final destination wasn’t where Buffy hadn’t been hoping to end up. Obviously she still had to work out the finer workings of exactly how to apparate. But, for someone who’d never been taught how to apparate, she thought she was doing a pretty good job.

Of course, ending up in the middle of the Quidditch field with Voldemort still there wasn’t what Buffy had been planning. And, by the sudden pandemonium that erupted in the Quidditch spectator stands, no one else was too impressed by the sudden change of events either.

Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione raced to Buffy and quickly pulled her to her feet. Voldemort was quick to stand, surprised by where they had ended up. He had seen his daughter disapparate away when she’d been in Hogsmeade, but he’d never thought about where she’d ended up. And considering that apparating into Hogwarts was meant to be impossible, seeing himself standing in the centre of the Quidditch pitch was not what he’d expected.

The students who weren’t frozen with fear were running from the stands, yelling and screaming in terror. Many of the Professors made similar exits, except without screaming.

“I’m impressed,” Voldemort commented, his wand aimed directly at Buffy.

Hermione shuffled nervously, wanting very much to flee in terror. She stood her ground however, Ron standing beside her. Harry and Draco moved forward and stood beside Buffy.

“No one else has ever been able to apparate into Hogwarts before,” Voldemort continued.

Buffy just smirked. “You’re fighting a losing battle daddy. I’m a helluva lot stronger than you are.”

Being back on familiar territory was giving her more strength. Having her friends standing beside her was even more comforting.

“I guess we’ll just have to see about that,” Voldemort challenged.

Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione shuffled uncomfortably, but Buffy stood her ground, her wand stretched steadily in front of her, her eyes never leaving Voldemort’s.

Quicker than most eyes could see, Voldemort re-aimed his wand and shot off a spell.

“Crucio!”

Buffy pushed Hermione to the ground, falling on top of the brown haired girl, pain rushing through her body, the likes of which she’d never felt before. She steeled herself to it and swallowed hard. She forced herself to stand and felt the pain dissipate completely.

Ron and Harry pulled the girls to their feet.

“Run!” Buffy yelled at her four friends, pushing them in the direction of safety. Ron hesitated, but saw that Hermione was slightly injured from the fall. He grabbed Hermione’s hand and fled quickly, wanting his girlfriend to be as far away as possible.

Harry however shook his head. Draco followed suit.

“I’m not leaving here without you!” Harry said forcefully.

“Neither am I,” Draco agreed.

Buffy looked between the, for a split second before deciding not to argue with the two boys. She knew that if the situation were reversed she wouldn’t be leaving either of them to fend off an enemy alone.

“Isn’t that sweet,” Voldemort mocked. “Loyalty to the enemy’s daughter.”

“Try loyalty to a friend. You’d know what that was like if you actually had any!” Buffy spat out angrily. “All you have are lackeys, minions, grunts. You don’t have the first clue about this world. You don’t know anything about love or loyalty. All you know about is fear and manipulation.”

“This world isn’t about friendship or love. It’s about power and those too weak to use it,” Voldemort corrected her.

“Power huh?” Buffy repeated. She paused for a few moments before making up her mind about something. “Well maybe we should see who’s more powerful. You…or me.”

Voldemort didn’t even hesitate. “Relashio!”

Buffy grabbed Harry and pulled him aside, the path of the spell missing them by less than a quarter-inch.

“Inflamare!” Buffy shot back. Voldemort’s robe caught on fire. Buffy grinned and shot off another spell whilst he tried to extinguish the flame. “Impedimenta!”

The Dark Wizard froze and Buffy took a moment to breathe deeply. She looked at Draco.

“This’ll never end unless I finish it,” Buffy said, a moment of clarity upon her.

Draco seemed to hesitate, not because he was loyal to the Dark Lord, but because he’d never really thought about just how serious this was. He nodded his understanding and watched as Buffy turned to look at Harry. Harry too nodded and gave her a supportive smile.

“Let’s finish this.”

The three of them turned, their wands outstretched, all aimed at Voldemort. The Dark Lord however didn’t seem to be all that intimidated by them. He quickly shot off a bolt of light from the end of his wand, aiming it at the threesome. They all ducked, Draco’s hair getting slightly singed by the bolt of lightening. Buffy gave him a quick glance to make sure he was alright. She aimed her wand and quickly retaliated, not even thinking about what spell she wanted to use, just knowing she wanted Voldemort to be in pain.

Voldemort flew backwards, but was quickly on his feet again. He’d learned his lesson however. “Imperio!” The spell hit Draco full on, his mind going blissfully blank.

Buffy and Harry stared at the blonde-haired boy in shock. They’d learnt about the Imperius Curse of course, they’d been taught how to rebel against it, but that was only for the very strong minded. They’d never been taught how to bring someone out of the Imperius Curse.

Draco on the other hand, had none of the worries that his cousin and her boyfriend were having. His mind was tremendously free.

Kill them the voice whispered softly. Just kill them both. You’ll be greatly rewarded.

Draco smiled and reached for his wand, Buffy and Harry just staring dumbly at him. Buffy’s hand shook as she re-aimed her wand at her cousin.

“Don’t do this,” Buffy whispered. “You don’t wanna do this.”

Yes you do…it’s easy. Just kill them both.

Draco gave a feral grin and pointed his wand at Buffy’s forehead.

“Come on, you’re better than this. Fight Drake!”

Draco stopped and suddenly began questioning the voice inside his head. He didn’t want to kill them. Well, maybe he wanted to maim the black-haired boy, but he didn’t want to kill the blonde girl.

Kill them! But why? I really don’t want to.

Draco fell to his knees and his cleared-mind filled once more with his own thoughts. He shook himself as though to rid the voice that had been speaking to him.

“Drake?”

“I’m okay,” he said, forcing himself to stand up straight.

“And I thought your father was a disgrace to Death-Eaters,” Voldemort said, the anger in his voice almost tangible as he spoke to Draco. “You’ve sunk to a new low, boy.”

Draco just shook his head and the three teens stood proudly in front of Voldemort. “No Voldemort,” Draco said. “I’ve finally reached a new high.”

Voldemort practically growled and began advancing upon them. The three teens exchanged glances, all of them silently agreeing on a course of action. Before they could even aim their wands at the Dark Lord, Voldemort was thrown into the air.

Harry, Buffy and Draco looked towards where the spell had come from and felt imminently relieved to see Giles and Dumbledore racing towards them. Both Professors looked profoundly relieved to see that the three teens were still alive, despite being up against Voldemort.

“It’s over Tom,” Dumbledore said firmly, his wand aimed at where Voldemort was sprawled across the ground. “You’ve lost.”

Voldemort was looking nervous, something that none of them had really thought a Dark Lord could look. Dumbledore kept his distance, knowing that if he went too close to the wizard he would be physically thrown to the ground.

Buffy stepped forward to stand beside the Headmaster. Her heart was racing furiously, torn between killing her father for herself, or letting Dumbledore do it. He was human, and she had to admit that her heart still believed that she couldn’t and shouldn’t kill any living human. Vampires and demons were one thing, but a human being was something entirely different.

Giles stepped up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly.

She nodded, knowing that she didn’t have to do it. But, she also knew that at the same time part of her needed this closure. She just didn’t know if she would be able to live with the guilt of it.

“Yes,” Buffy said quietly, stretching out her wand and placing it so that it touched Voldemort’s forehead. “I do.”

In a move so quick that no one quite knew what had happened, Buffy was suddenly holding her own wand as well as Voldemort’s. She snapped Voldemort’s wand in half, and crushed the two halves to splinters.

Dumbledore and Giles exchanged glance and both simultaneously stepped back.

“Avada-”

“Wait!”

Buffy glared at her father and shook her head in disgust. “What’s the matter?” Buffy asked coldly. “All that killing and you’re afraid to die?”

“You wouldn’t really kill your own father would you?”

Buffy seemed to hesitate. She glanced over her shoulder at Giles for a split second and looked back at Voldemort. “You’re right. I wouldn’t kill my own father.”

Voldemort seemed to relax momentarily.

“But, like I told you before…you’re not my father.”

Buffy moved quickly and sent a spinning kick at Voldemort’s head, knocking the Dark Wizard unconscious. She stepped back, breathing hard and Giles moved forward to stand beside her.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Buffy admitted, looking up at her ‘dad’. “If I kill him then…I become him.”

“We can take it from here if you want,” he offered.

Buffy nodded and closed her eyes, wishing she had the strength to take a human life. The Council had trained her well, Giles had to admit. Even now she was unwilling to kill a human, no matter how evil they were. It showed that Buffy was unwilling to descend into the shadows that had captured Tom Riddle, and Giles couldn’t have been prouder.

Harry and Draco approached the group cautiously, their wands still in their hands. Having Voldemort knocked unconscious on the ground was giving them a false sense of confidence.

In a move that reminded Harry of Gilderoy Lockhart, Voldemort shot up and grabbed Draco’s wrist, pulling the boy to the ground beside him. Draco’s wand fell from his grasp and into Voldemort’s waiting hands. Draco swallowed hard but refused to show anyone that he was very, very close to screaming in terror. His own wand was being held by the Dark Lord, pressed against his temple.

Voldemort struggled to stand, Draco in front of him acting as a shield.

“Quite the dilemma you have here Elizabeth,” Voldemort said sneeringly.

Buffy looked Draco in the eye, a silent discussion passing between them in a matter of milliseconds.

“Impedimenta!” Buffy’s spell hit Draco’s chest, and the boy slumped in Voldemort’s arms. Voldemort growled angrily, annoyed at having a hostage who was now only dead weight and far harder to move. He threw Draco to the ground and the Slytherin Seeker knew even through his clouded mind that he would be in serious pain tomorrow.

“That just settled things, daddy,” Buffy said. “You can attack me all you want, but I will not let you touch my friends. I won’t let you kill any more innocent people.”

She raised her wand once more and breathed in deeply, mumbling something beneath her breath that Giles assumed was to psych herself into killing a human.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Two voices rang out clearly, shouting the same curse at the same time. Two flashes of bright green light lit the Quidditch pitch. “No!” Two figures fell to the ground and two screams of disbelief came from two boys as they watched the girl they loved fall in a crumpled heap.

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