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Watcher and Slayer, for that’s how they still thought of themselves, were both jolted awake by a now familiar tapping on the window. Buffy stretched tiredly and was on her feet before Giles could get up. She walked to the window and opened it, allowing a small white owl to enter the room. It dropped a letter onto the table and looked at her.

She nervously lifted her hand and petted it’s head, the owl hooting it’s approval. It nestled its head into her hand, and she was surprised by how soft its feathers were.

She pulled away eventually and looked at the letter.

Miss Buffy Summers
1630 Revello Dr
Sunnydale, California

It was written in beautiful emerald calligraphy writing. She flipped the envelope over, her fingers tracing over the small wax seal that looked like a crest with the letter H in the centre of it.

She carefully opened the envelope and slid a letter out. It was written in the same beautiful handwriting as the writing on the envelope.

Dear Miss Summers,

I’m sure, by now that Rupert has explained most things to you. As such, I would like to extend an invitation to you and your guardian to join us here at Hogwarts where we can give you the necessary protection that you may not be able to be under whilst in Sunnydale. Please consider our offer, Miss Summers. We wish only for your safety.

Yours,
Albus Dumbledore.

Buffy put the letter down and looked to her Watcher who was…well, watching her.

“From Dumbledore?” Giles asked.

Buffy nodded and took her seat on the couch again, skimming over the letter for a second time.

“Uh…where exactly is Hogwarts?” she asked, realising she didn’t have the faintest clue.

“In England. About two hours out of London,” he replied.

“Oh.” She’d said that far too many times that day already. It was starting to unnerve her.

“I think you should consider going,” he said gently.

Buffy nodded, unsure of everything at that moment. A particular phrasing in the letter caught her attention.

“Uh…when it says my guardian…who exactly does that mean?” she asked.

“That would uh…be me,” he replied.

Buffy nodded. “And…what about mom? My friends?”

“They’d all be safer not knowing,” he said sadly.

“So…what? We just let them think that I completely bailed? Abandoned them forever? And what about you? I mean…if you come with me, that is,” she said, a little nervous that he wouldn’t want to go.

“Buffy, where you go, I go. It’s as simple as that. I am your guardian, your protector. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he said with a smile.

Buffy couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“But…as for your friends…I think perhaps I can tell them that the Council has relocated you. And that they can’t be told where your new location is for their own safety,” Giles said.

Buffy nodded, tears forming in her eyes. She would never see her two best friends again. Ever. Willow and Xander. She would even miss Cordelia!

“And my mom?”

Giles sighed. He really didn’t want to do this. He really couldn’t believe he was even suggesting it.

“Buffy…the only reason that your mum even thinks that she is…well, your mum, is because of magick,” Giles said. “And right now…she’d be better off if…”

“If you just undid the spell,” Buffy said, closing her eyes.

Giles nodded sadly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Buffy swallowed hard. Her life had just been completely upended in the last week. She’d killed her first lover, the man she’d given herself to on her seventeenth birthday. She grimaced as she realised something truly horrible. She had been fifteen years old when she’d slept with him. She’d slept with a man when she was only fifteen! She shuddered at the thought. No wonder she hadn’t felt ready.

She’d managed to get her friends hurt, her fellow…or not so fellow Slayer had been killed, and it turned out that she wasn’t even who she thought she was. Which led to another question….

“Uh, Giles…what exactly did Voldemort call me?” she asked. “I mean…as names go, Buffy’s kinda…well, fluffy.”

Giles gave a sad smile. “Your first name is Elizabeth,” he replied. “That’s where the derivative comes from. Voldemort only knows you as Elizabeth…that’s why you were given such an unusual nickname. To keep him from tracking you down.”

She nodded. “And my last name?”

“Riddle. Elizabeth Temdrolvo Riddle.”

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