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Chapter Three
Title: A Sirius Dose of Faith (3/?)
Author: QueenC
Feedback: queenc@HotPOP.com
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Faith/Sirius and slight Remus/Severus
Disclaimer: Whedon and Rowling rock my world.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. Anyone else wants it just let me know.
Spoilers: Through "˜Sanctuary' on AtS, then goes way AU. Through GoF in the Potterverse, although, in this fic, Harry and co. are in their seventh year.
Summary: Faith gets a chance at redemption, Hogwarts style.
Author's Notes: Okay, so this fic has been rattling around in my brain for a while now. It's probably going to be rather long (possibly novel length), and the plot may get somewhat confusing at times. There may also be moments when people seem OOC. I'll try to avoid that as much as possible, but if it happens, you've been warned. As always, Angel is Spike's sire. Enjoy!
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"Faith? Do you have a moment?"
The brunette Slayer glanced up from the axe she'd been sharpening, a slight frown on her face as she noticed the young woman standing in front of her. What was her name again? she wondered idly. Jennifer, Geraldine"¦Ginny! That was it!
Realizing the redhead was still waiting for a reply, Faith nodded and gave her a faint smile. "Sure thing, have a seat," she replied, scooting over to allow the sixth year a place on the bench she was currently occupying. Laying the axe across her lap, she faced the girl. "What's up?"
Ginny bit her lip, her gaze fixed on her hands, which were folded in her lap. "Well, the thing is"¦er"¦" She trailed off, not sure how to say what she wanted.
Faith raised an eyebrow, nudging the girl gently. "Hey," she said softly. "It's okay. Anything you wanna tell me stays between us. And I promise I don't bite"¦much."
The youngest Weasley gave a soft laugh, raising her head to look at her Professor. "I'll keep that in mind." Taking a deep breath, she plunged into her reason for approaching the woman, not stopping until she was finished.
"See, the thing is, I'm worried that I'm not catching on quickly enough. I always lose in the sparring matches, and I can't seem to get the grip on the practice sword right. And, well, the first Hogsmeade weekend is coming up and I can't help but wonder "¦ what if we're attacked and I just can't fight back?"
When she finished, Ginny lowered her gaze again. She blinked back tears of worry, instead concentrating on the worn hem on the edge of her robes.
Faith listened as she spoke, her mind actually agreeing with most of what the girl had said. She wasn't doing very well. Her stances were wrong, her punches miscalculated, and she couldn't hold a weapon without endangering herself and others.
But Faith didn't think it was all Ginny's fault, either.
Choosing her worarefarefully, the brunette began talking. "Okay, look. First of all, there are gonna be a lot of people at Hogsmeade. And, even if there *was* some kind of attack, there's a good chance you won't be a part of it. Or, you'd at least have your wand," she said, hoping to reassure the girl.
Looking across the courtyard, Faith's eyes traveled toward the Quidditch pitch. Watching the Ravenclaws as they flew patterns in the air, she had a wistful moment of wishing she could ride a broom. Shaking her head, she looked back at the girl seated beside her. "As for you not being up to speed with the rest of your class "¦ I really think it's more a matter of stage fright than anything else."
Ginny gave a slight snort. "No," she stated bitterly, "It isn't."
Faith rolled her eyes, a smirk crossing her face. "Ginny, how many brothers do you have?" she questioned suddenly.
The redhead's brow furrowed as she wondered where this line of questioning was going. What does that matter? Still, not wanting to disobey her teacher, she replied, "Six."FaitFaith nodded. "Okay. You're the only girl, and the youngest, right?" At the girl's nod, she continued. "So, you mean to tell me, during the entire time you were growing up in a house full of boys, you never once wrestled with any of them? Never fought with them when they tried to pick on you?"
Ginny blushed, slowly nodding. "Yes," she stated. "Ron and I used to fight the most. We're only a year apart and he was always trying to impress Fred and George"¦" Hesitantly, she added, "But I really don't see what this has to do with anything."
The brunette gave a slight chuckle. "The point is, you know how to fight. You've been doing it most your life. You just have to stop thinking about it so much." Seeing that the girl was still confused, Faith said, "Don't think of what I'm teaching you as a class. Just think of it as "¦ a way to get the upper hand on your brothers if they try picking on you again."
This seemed to work, as the redhead slowly began to smile. "I suppose I could do that," she murmured, her mind already picturing the faces of Fred and George as she thoroughly flattened them for trying out one of their newest inventions on her without her permission.
Faith grinned broadly. "Great! And, if you're still having trouble, I could see about getting one of the students who ain't to help you out some, maybe give you a couple of pointers," she offered.
Ginny nodded. "Thank you," she replied, standing back up. "And I should really get going. I have some homework I need to finish."
Faith tipped her head in acknowledgement. "No problem. I'll see you in class tomorrow." And, without further ado, she returned her attention to the not quite sharp enough axe, as the sixth year Gryffindor silently headed back in the direction of the school.
After a few more minutes of sharpening the blade, Faith decided it was time to call it quits. It was shaping up to be a nice evening, the progress reports of each student that the Headmaster wanted on his desk in the morning were already finished, and she was looking forward to taking some much needed alone time.
Standing up, the Slayer nodded and smiled faintly at the Ravenclaw Quidditch players as the rushed past her toward the castle. She followed at a much more tranquil pace, the axe slung over her shoulder and her thoughts drifting wherever they may.
It was still difficult for her to believe. In the past few weeks that she'd been here, she felt more of a sense of belonging than she had anywhere else she'd ever lived. And that included where she'd grown up.
The students were polite, yet challenging. The faculty was nice, and often friendly. Even the strange and slightly dangerous animals that were brought in for the Care of Magical Creatures class never tried to attack her.
Of course, this also meant that Faith found herself growing restless.
She missed the heart-pounding action that came from chasing down a vampire. She yearned for the challenge of facing off with a demon three times her size and knowing she was going to win. She longed to feel the wind sifting through her hair as she ran with full Slayer speed through woods and around tombstones. In short, she wanted to stop being a Slayer in name only, and actually slay something.
Unfortunately, that wasn't likely to happen as long as she was here. No, Dumbledore had already made it quite clear that the areas where she was likely to run into those types of situation, such as the Forbidden Forest, were off limits. She didn't blame him for that decision, really. But she didn't like it, either.
Sighing, the young woman murmured her password to the portrait in front of her "˜classroom'. It was really nothing more than an oversized storage closet. A place to keep the things she needed for her lessons. She wasn't sure what she was going to do when the weather became too bad to hold her classes outside. However, Dumbledore had assured her the problem would be taken care of and she believed him.
The stuffy looking wizard who occupied the frame gave her a disapproving look and appeared to be ready to lecture her, yet again on the dangers of brandishing weapons in a hallway that was often cluttered with children. However, this time, Faith beat him to it.
"Look," she stated, catching the portrait with her free hand as it swung open. "How about we make a deal? I won't give you advice on how to react when someone gives the the right password, and you will keep your mouth shut about what I do with my weapons. Sound good?"
The wizard frowned. "You are quite a rude young lady," he replied in a scandalized tone.
Faith rolled her eyes, a smirk crossing her face. "First off, I ain't no lady. Second, unless you want to test out my theory of "˜is it possible to actually kill a painting', I think it's about time you stopper your yapping and"¦"
The brunette stopped speaking, her fingers gripping the handle of the axe tightly as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Slowly, she turned, her dark eyes scanning the corridor behind her. However she didn't see anything to explain her Slayer sense kicking into overdrive.
Mentally she began doing a check of the area. Torches are all in place. Paintings are all still hanging. There's nobody lurking in the shadows and no sound of footsteps retreating.
Giving a mental shrug, Faith turned her attention back to the portrait. Her mouth was open and she was ready to continue to tell the old man to mind his own business, when she realized that he wasn't there.
Damn. Looks like he went off to visit someone else. I'll have to threaten him later, she thought with just a hint of disappointment. Stepping into the room, she pulled the portrait closed behind her. She still had a nagging suspicion that something wasn't quite right, but she dismissed it easily enough in lieu of double-checking that she had all the progress reports filled out. However, about an hour later, when she was finally finished, Faith suddenly realized what had seemed off about the scene from earlier.
Not only had the wizard in her portrait not been there. None of the other paintings in the hallway had been in their frames, either.
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"My Lord, please forgive me. As long as she is at Hogwarts, she is as protected as Potter himself. There is very little I can do lest I reveal my true loyalties to the Headmaster"¦"
Severus Snape's voice trailed off, a scream taking its place as he was hit with another blast of the Cruciatus. Collapsing fully to the ground from his kneeling position, the Potion Master bit back the cry of pain.
After a few moments, which felt like an eternity, the pain ceased and, trembling violently, the dark-haired wizard scrambled back to his previous position. Raising his head slly, ly, he peered through the slits in his mask at the creature standing over him.
Voldemort stared down at the man, his red eyes flickering in the firelight. "You have greatly disappointed me, Severus," he hissed, his wand dangling between his bone-like forefinger and thumb. "The girl has been at that school for weeks. Surely you have had ample time to lure her away. And yet you come before me tonight, insisting it to be an impossibility." His eyes narrowed as the grip on his wand tightened. "I grow weary of waiting and tired of your excuses. You will make certain that the girl joins the students for their trip into Headeeade in two weeks, or you will suffer the consequences of your failure."
Severus bowed his head, pressing kisses to the hem of the Dark Wizard's robes. "Yes, Master. Thank you for this opportunity, My Lord," he murmured softly. He breathed an inaudible sigh of relief when Voldemort turned his attention to someone else in the circle, and quickly backed away.
Rising to his feet, the Potions Master ignored the screams that drifted through the night air as someone else faced the Dark Lord's wrath, instead focusing his thoughts on the latest situation. What had begun as a slight problem had quickly spun out of control, and was now on the verge of becoming an actual catastrophe. Now, all he could do was hope that Dumbledore had a plan.
If not, Severus had a feeling they were all going to be doomed.
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Harry gasped, his hand pressing against his scar as he struggled to not draw attention to himself. Fortunately, the Common Room was virtually deserted, save himself, Ron, Hermione, and a few second years playing Exploding Snap in the corner.
Keeping his breathing even, and his mind deliberately blank, Harry waited until the pain had passed before re-opening his eyes. Two anxious faces peered back at him as his best friends practically leaned across the table in their anticipation. Shaking his head once, a sign that he didn't know what had caused his scar to flare up, Harry returned his attention to the notes he'd been taking on his upcoming Transfiguration exam.
However, what he saw caused him to freeze in virtual terror.
Time grows shorter as His patience grows thinner. Must warn her of his plan before time runs out.
Blinking, Harry could do nothing but stare at the words that were scrawled across his parchment. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned his head to the quill he was still holding in his right hand. I must've written it.
Raising his head, he glanced around the room to make sure he wasn't being watched, and then focused his attention on Ron and Hermione. "I was wrong," he whispered, waiting for both of them to look at him before continuing. "I didn't see anything, but something is going to hn. Ln. Look." And with that, he shoved the parchment across the table for them to read.
After a few seconds, Hermione raised her head, her face solemn. "You need to show this to the Headmaster, Harry," she insisted.
Ron, meanwhile, shook his head. "No, don't!" he spoke up. Ignoring Hermione's glare, he tried to explain his reasoning. "Dumbledore will just take it away and tell you not to worry about it. You need to show it to someone who else."
"Like who?" Hermione hissed, glowering at the redhead. "Who could he tell that would possibly allow him to investigate it himself?"
The wizard's response was simple and instantaneous.
"Snuffles."
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A/N: Okay, yes. I realize that Sirius most likely would not do what Ron seems to think he will. No need to point that out to me. Really. It's all just a part of the plot and will be addressed a bit more in the next part.
Any and all reviews are welcomed.
QueenC
Author: QueenC
Feedback: queenc@HotPOP.com
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Faith/Sirius and slight Remus/Severus
Disclaimer: Whedon and Rowling rock my world.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. Anyone else wants it just let me know.
Spoilers: Through "˜Sanctuary' on AtS, then goes way AU. Through GoF in the Potterverse, although, in this fic, Harry and co. are in their seventh year.
Summary: Faith gets a chance at redemption, Hogwarts style.
Author's Notes: Okay, so this fic has been rattling around in my brain for a while now. It's probably going to be rather long (possibly novel length), and the plot may get somewhat confusing at times. There may also be moments when people seem OOC. I'll try to avoid that as much as possible, but if it happens, you've been warned. As always, Angel is Spike's sire. Enjoy!
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"Faith? Do you have a moment?"
The brunette Slayer glanced up from the axe she'd been sharpening, a slight frown on her face as she noticed the young woman standing in front of her. What was her name again? she wondered idly. Jennifer, Geraldine"¦Ginny! That was it!
Realizing the redhead was still waiting for a reply, Faith nodded and gave her a faint smile. "Sure thing, have a seat," she replied, scooting over to allow the sixth year a place on the bench she was currently occupying. Laying the axe across her lap, she faced the girl. "What's up?"
Ginny bit her lip, her gaze fixed on her hands, which were folded in her lap. "Well, the thing is"¦er"¦" She trailed off, not sure how to say what she wanted.
Faith raised an eyebrow, nudging the girl gently. "Hey," she said softly. "It's okay. Anything you wanna tell me stays between us. And I promise I don't bite"¦much."
The youngest Weasley gave a soft laugh, raising her head to look at her Professor. "I'll keep that in mind." Taking a deep breath, she plunged into her reason for approaching the woman, not stopping until she was finished.
"See, the thing is, I'm worried that I'm not catching on quickly enough. I always lose in the sparring matches, and I can't seem to get the grip on the practice sword right. And, well, the first Hogsmeade weekend is coming up and I can't help but wonder "¦ what if we're attacked and I just can't fight back?"
When she finished, Ginny lowered her gaze again. She blinked back tears of worry, instead concentrating on the worn hem on the edge of her robes.
Faith listened as she spoke, her mind actually agreeing with most of what the girl had said. She wasn't doing very well. Her stances were wrong, her punches miscalculated, and she couldn't hold a weapon without endangering herself and others.
But Faith didn't think it was all Ginny's fault, either.
Choosing her worarefarefully, the brunette began talking. "Okay, look. First of all, there are gonna be a lot of people at Hogsmeade. And, even if there *was* some kind of attack, there's a good chance you won't be a part of it. Or, you'd at least have your wand," she said, hoping to reassure the girl.
Looking across the courtyard, Faith's eyes traveled toward the Quidditch pitch. Watching the Ravenclaws as they flew patterns in the air, she had a wistful moment of wishing she could ride a broom. Shaking her head, she looked back at the girl seated beside her. "As for you not being up to speed with the rest of your class "¦ I really think it's more a matter of stage fright than anything else."
Ginny gave a slight snort. "No," she stated bitterly, "It isn't."
Faith rolled her eyes, a smirk crossing her face. "Ginny, how many brothers do you have?" she questioned suddenly.
The redhead's brow furrowed as she wondered where this line of questioning was going. What does that matter? Still, not wanting to disobey her teacher, she replied, "Six."FaitFaith nodded. "Okay. You're the only girl, and the youngest, right?" At the girl's nod, she continued. "So, you mean to tell me, during the entire time you were growing up in a house full of boys, you never once wrestled with any of them? Never fought with them when they tried to pick on you?"
Ginny blushed, slowly nodding. "Yes," she stated. "Ron and I used to fight the most. We're only a year apart and he was always trying to impress Fred and George"¦" Hesitantly, she added, "But I really don't see what this has to do with anything."
The brunette gave a slight chuckle. "The point is, you know how to fight. You've been doing it most your life. You just have to stop thinking about it so much." Seeing that the girl was still confused, Faith said, "Don't think of what I'm teaching you as a class. Just think of it as "¦ a way to get the upper hand on your brothers if they try picking on you again."
This seemed to work, as the redhead slowly began to smile. "I suppose I could do that," she murmured, her mind already picturing the faces of Fred and George as she thoroughly flattened them for trying out one of their newest inventions on her without her permission.
Faith grinned broadly. "Great! And, if you're still having trouble, I could see about getting one of the students who ain't to help you out some, maybe give you a couple of pointers," she offered.
Ginny nodded. "Thank you," she replied, standing back up. "And I should really get going. I have some homework I need to finish."
Faith tipped her head in acknowledgement. "No problem. I'll see you in class tomorrow." And, without further ado, she returned her attention to the not quite sharp enough axe, as the sixth year Gryffindor silently headed back in the direction of the school.
After a few more minutes of sharpening the blade, Faith decided it was time to call it quits. It was shaping up to be a nice evening, the progress reports of each student that the Headmaster wanted on his desk in the morning were already finished, and she was looking forward to taking some much needed alone time.
Standing up, the Slayer nodded and smiled faintly at the Ravenclaw Quidditch players as the rushed past her toward the castle. She followed at a much more tranquil pace, the axe slung over her shoulder and her thoughts drifting wherever they may.
It was still difficult for her to believe. In the past few weeks that she'd been here, she felt more of a sense of belonging than she had anywhere else she'd ever lived. And that included where she'd grown up.
The students were polite, yet challenging. The faculty was nice, and often friendly. Even the strange and slightly dangerous animals that were brought in for the Care of Magical Creatures class never tried to attack her.
Of course, this also meant that Faith found herself growing restless.
She missed the heart-pounding action that came from chasing down a vampire. She yearned for the challenge of facing off with a demon three times her size and knowing she was going to win. She longed to feel the wind sifting through her hair as she ran with full Slayer speed through woods and around tombstones. In short, she wanted to stop being a Slayer in name only, and actually slay something.
Unfortunately, that wasn't likely to happen as long as she was here. No, Dumbledore had already made it quite clear that the areas where she was likely to run into those types of situation, such as the Forbidden Forest, were off limits. She didn't blame him for that decision, really. But she didn't like it, either.
Sighing, the young woman murmured her password to the portrait in front of her "˜classroom'. It was really nothing more than an oversized storage closet. A place to keep the things she needed for her lessons. She wasn't sure what she was going to do when the weather became too bad to hold her classes outside. However, Dumbledore had assured her the problem would be taken care of and she believed him.
The stuffy looking wizard who occupied the frame gave her a disapproving look and appeared to be ready to lecture her, yet again on the dangers of brandishing weapons in a hallway that was often cluttered with children. However, this time, Faith beat him to it.
"Look," she stated, catching the portrait with her free hand as it swung open. "How about we make a deal? I won't give you advice on how to react when someone gives the the right password, and you will keep your mouth shut about what I do with my weapons. Sound good?"
The wizard frowned. "You are quite a rude young lady," he replied in a scandalized tone.
Faith rolled her eyes, a smirk crossing her face. "First off, I ain't no lady. Second, unless you want to test out my theory of "˜is it possible to actually kill a painting', I think it's about time you stopper your yapping and"¦"
The brunette stopped speaking, her fingers gripping the handle of the axe tightly as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Slowly, she turned, her dark eyes scanning the corridor behind her. However she didn't see anything to explain her Slayer sense kicking into overdrive.
Mentally she began doing a check of the area. Torches are all in place. Paintings are all still hanging. There's nobody lurking in the shadows and no sound of footsteps retreating.
Giving a mental shrug, Faith turned her attention back to the portrait. Her mouth was open and she was ready to continue to tell the old man to mind his own business, when she realized that he wasn't there.
Damn. Looks like he went off to visit someone else. I'll have to threaten him later, she thought with just a hint of disappointment. Stepping into the room, she pulled the portrait closed behind her. She still had a nagging suspicion that something wasn't quite right, but she dismissed it easily enough in lieu of double-checking that she had all the progress reports filled out. However, about an hour later, when she was finally finished, Faith suddenly realized what had seemed off about the scene from earlier.
Not only had the wizard in her portrait not been there. None of the other paintings in the hallway had been in their frames, either.
******
"My Lord, please forgive me. As long as she is at Hogwarts, she is as protected as Potter himself. There is very little I can do lest I reveal my true loyalties to the Headmaster"¦"
Severus Snape's voice trailed off, a scream taking its place as he was hit with another blast of the Cruciatus. Collapsing fully to the ground from his kneeling position, the Potion Master bit back the cry of pain.
After a few moments, which felt like an eternity, the pain ceased and, trembling violently, the dark-haired wizard scrambled back to his previous position. Raising his head slly, ly, he peered through the slits in his mask at the creature standing over him.
Voldemort stared down at the man, his red eyes flickering in the firelight. "You have greatly disappointed me, Severus," he hissed, his wand dangling between his bone-like forefinger and thumb. "The girl has been at that school for weeks. Surely you have had ample time to lure her away. And yet you come before me tonight, insisting it to be an impossibility." His eyes narrowed as the grip on his wand tightened. "I grow weary of waiting and tired of your excuses. You will make certain that the girl joins the students for their trip into Headeeade in two weeks, or you will suffer the consequences of your failure."
Severus bowed his head, pressing kisses to the hem of the Dark Wizard's robes. "Yes, Master. Thank you for this opportunity, My Lord," he murmured softly. He breathed an inaudible sigh of relief when Voldemort turned his attention to someone else in the circle, and quickly backed away.
Rising to his feet, the Potions Master ignored the screams that drifted through the night air as someone else faced the Dark Lord's wrath, instead focusing his thoughts on the latest situation. What had begun as a slight problem had quickly spun out of control, and was now on the verge of becoming an actual catastrophe. Now, all he could do was hope that Dumbledore had a plan.
If not, Severus had a feeling they were all going to be doomed.
******
Harry gasped, his hand pressing against his scar as he struggled to not draw attention to himself. Fortunately, the Common Room was virtually deserted, save himself, Ron, Hermione, and a few second years playing Exploding Snap in the corner.
Keeping his breathing even, and his mind deliberately blank, Harry waited until the pain had passed before re-opening his eyes. Two anxious faces peered back at him as his best friends practically leaned across the table in their anticipation. Shaking his head once, a sign that he didn't know what had caused his scar to flare up, Harry returned his attention to the notes he'd been taking on his upcoming Transfiguration exam.
However, what he saw caused him to freeze in virtual terror.
Time grows shorter as His patience grows thinner. Must warn her of his plan before time runs out.
Blinking, Harry could do nothing but stare at the words that were scrawled across his parchment. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned his head to the quill he was still holding in his right hand. I must've written it.
Raising his head, he glanced around the room to make sure he wasn't being watched, and then focused his attention on Ron and Hermione. "I was wrong," he whispered, waiting for both of them to look at him before continuing. "I didn't see anything, but something is going to hn. Ln. Look." And with that, he shoved the parchment across the table for them to read.
After a few seconds, Hermione raised her head, her face solemn. "You need to show this to the Headmaster, Harry," she insisted.
Ron, meanwhile, shook his head. "No, don't!" he spoke up. Ignoring Hermione's glare, he tried to explain his reasoning. "Dumbledore will just take it away and tell you not to worry about it. You need to show it to someone who else."
"Like who?" Hermione hissed, glowering at the redhead. "Who could he tell that would possibly allow him to investigate it himself?"
The wizard's response was simple and instantaneous.
"Snuffles."
******
A/N: Okay, yes. I realize that Sirius most likely would not do what Ron seems to think he will. No need to point that out to me. Really. It's all just a part of the plot and will be addressed a bit more in the next part.
Any and all reviews are welcomed.
QueenC