NOTES: This is the end of this story. I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed it. It really meant a lot and made me want to write. There will be probably two or three more stories as long as I know someone is reading. Don't expect it soon though cause I haven't started writing it yet.

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Hermione was sitting off to the side of the chessboard supporting Ron's head. Harry had gone in alone to fight Voldemort. She was supposed to get Ron to the Hospital Wing and get an owl off to Dumbldore. She had no idea how she was going to pull it off. The sounds of footsteps were heard coming toward her. She looked up to see Buffy and Oliver running toward them.

"Are you all right?" Buffy asked Hermione as she bent down to check on Ron.

"I'm okay. Harry went in alone to get the stone."

"He won't be alone long." Buffy turned to Oliver. "Get them to safety. There should be switch across the room there that will open a secret passage. It will take you back to the third level. I'll get Harry and be right behind you."

"Be careful. I've already lost you once today. I don't want to lose you again." He told her putting a hand to her cheek.

"I will be. I love you." She gave him a quick kiss before running after Harry.

She heard two voices coming from the bottom of the steps. Quietly she made her way down listening as she went.

"You? No, it can't be. Snape, he was the…" Harry babbled seeing Professor Quirrell.

"Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect…poor stuttering Professor Quirrell?"

"Me!" Buffy said as she came to stand beside Harry. "I had my suspicions before, but ever since Snape jacked you up against the wall I've known."

"But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me." He said looking at Buffy then Quirrell.

"No, that was Quirrell."

"If Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact…I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering the counter curse."

"That's where you're wrong. Had Harry of let go I would have caught him. I had been watching the situation. It's like I told Harry before the match, no one gets seriously hurt when I'm around." Buffy said looking Quirrell directly in the eye.

"Snape was trying to save me?"

"Yes Harry. I told you Snape is one if the good." Buffy said looking at Quirrell again. "It took me a while to figure it out but it was you who let the troll in on Halloween."

"Very good Summers, yes. Unfortunately, Snape wasn't fooled. While everyone else ran about, he went to the third floor to head me off."

"Which is why he never trusted you again," said Buffy.

"He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never." Buffy saw Harry clutch at his head where his scar is. She knew what that meant Voldemort was near.

"Why don't you take off that turban and show that ugly mug of his?"

"Show them. Let me talk to them."

"Master, you are not strong enough."

"I have enough strength for this."

Quirrell began unwrapping the turban. Buffy moved a little closer and Harry right behind her, but made sure they were still out of Quirrell's reach.

"Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase two face."

Buffy told Harry when Quirrell had totally removed the turban. Quirrell turned so that the face of Voldemort was facing them.

"That's why you sent your Death Eaters after me today."

Voldemort's voice was raspy and soft.

"Unicorn blood keeps me alive, but I have to keep going back for more. Slayers blood is rich and more powerful and will keep me alive for years. Harry Potter…we meet again."

Voldemort said turning toward Harry.

"Voldemort."

"Yes. You see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. Like a mere parasite. But neither can give me what I want, a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket."

Harry reached into his pocket and was shocked that he had the stone in his pocket.

"What makes you think we're going to give it to you?"

"You are or I will you kill you both."

"Like that's going to work. You tried to kill Harry when he was a baby yet as you can see he still alive. As for me I'm hard to kill I don't stay dead. Died once today already. Harry run!"

Harry turned to run but before he could make it to the top steps Quirrell snapped his fingers and a ring of fire surrounded the room. He came back down the steps to where Buffy was in fighting stance.

"Don't be a fool you two. Why suffer a horrific death…when you can join me and live?"

"Never!" They said together. Voldemort laughed.

"Then you will both die. Kill them!"

"You can try."

Buffy said as Quirrell/Voldemort flew toward them. Buffy jumped upward and kicked Quirrell/Voldemort in the stomach and he flew backward. He hit the floor hard. Buffy quickly followed up with two punches. Quirrell/Voldemort blocked and threw several punches of his own. Harry watched as the two sent punches back and forth at each other. Quirrell/Voldemort finally got the upper hand and twisted Buffy's arm hard enough that there was a cracking sound. Buffy let out a scream. That spurred Harry. He ran up to Quirrell/Voldemort and grabbed at his left hand.

"What is this magic?"

Quirrell said as his hand turned into ash and falls away. Buffy fell to the ground in obvious pain.

"Fool, get the Stone!" Voldemort said harshly.

He went after Harry and the stone but Harry lunged at his face placing his hands staying there until his face turned to ash. Harry backed up toward Buffy and watched as Quirrell's body turned to ash. When the body was completely crumbled Harry turned bent down to check on Buffy. Trying for one finally attempt the ashes of Voldemort swirl together and came straight at Harry. With her good arm Buffy yanked him down to the ground and the spirit missed but circled back hitting Harry in the chest.

The two of them were a sight. They both had cuts and bruises all over their body. Her arm hung limply at side. Buffy checked to see that he was still breathing and was just unconscious. Sitting next to his body was the red stone that had fallen out of pocket when she pulled him to the ground. She grabbed the stone and stuck it in her pocket to give to Dumbledore later. Getting up very slowly she took out her wand and aimed it at the fire. Using the extinguishing spell she had learned in charms the fire was soon out. She was so glad she had paid attention that day. Then using the feather-light spell, Buffy was able to pick up Harry with ease, since she only had one good arm. When she got back to the chess room she was glad to see that Oliver and the others were gone. She had gotten as far as the third floor hallway when the little energy she had left went. She collapsed first to her knees and then to her back. Harry was last thing she saw before darkness claimed her.

Harry woke up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was slightly confused at where he was. Looking around he realized he was in the hospital wing. Picking up his glasses from the table he smiled when he saw the get-well cards and candy.

"It's alive! It's alive! Nice to see you among the living Harry." Buffy said from the next bed over.

Oliver was sitting on the bed with her. Harry saw that her side was equally filled with gifts.

"Glad to see ya alright Potter."

"How long?"

"Three days for you. Two for me."

"Good afternoon Headmaster." Buffy said when she saw Dumbledore come in.

"Good Afternoon Buffy. Oliver. Harry." Dumbledore said as he made his way to Harry's bed. He was looking at Harry's gifts. Then over at Buffy's

"Tokens from your admirers?"

"Admirers?" Harry asked.

"What happened in the dungeons between Buffy, you, and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows. I see that your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble…of opening your Chocolate Frogs."

"Ron was here? Is he all right? What about Hermione?"

"Fine. They're both just fine. Mr. Wood was able to get them out." Oliver blushed slightly.

"Just doing what my girl told me. Wouldn't want her mad at me."

"What happened to the stone?"

"Relax, dear boy. The stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I have had a little chat…and agreed it was best all around."

"But then, Flamel, he'll die, won't he?" Dumbldore walks over to Harry side of bed closest to Buffy and sat on the bed.

"He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die."

"How is it I got the Stone, sir?"

"You see, only a person…who wanted to find the Stone, find it...but not use it would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And just between us that is saying something."

Harry and Oliver smiled. Buffy laughed. She had seen some of Dumbledore's other ideas. This

one was definitely of the good.

"I have to agree with you on that one Headmaster." Buffy said still laughing.

"Does that mean, with the Stone gone, that Voldemort can never come back?"

"I'm afraid…there are ways in which he can return. Harry, do you know why…Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you."

"She gave you a very important gift Harry. She gave you your life." Buffy said this while thinking of her own mother.

"And that kind of act leaves a mark inside of you." Dumbledore told him.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Love. It's love. My mother left that mark in me just like yours did you." Buffy puts a hand over her heart.

"Right, you are Buffy."

"Buffy, how is it you knew to come? You were still unconscious when we left."

"It's my job Harry. I was asleep when I dreamt of you going after the stone and seeing Ron hurt. I knew I had to get to you guys quickly."

From the door that Dumbledore had come in came a huge bouquet of flowers. Everyone looked at the walking bouquet.

"Flowers for Miss Buffy Summers."

"Charlie Weasley? Is that you?"

"Thought you could use these. I heard you had a rough couple of days." Charlie said handing her the vase and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"These are beautiful Charlie. All my favorites."

"I'm glad you like them. Oliver." They shook hands. "Hello Headmaster."

"It's good to see you again Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore said greeting him with a smile.

"You must be Harry Potter. Ron and twins have told me a lot about you. I'm Charlie."

"Nice to meet you."

"What are you doing here Charlie? Do your brothers know you're here?"

"No Buffy, they knew I was coming, but they don't know I have arrived. I was coming to see the Headmaster when they told me that he was visiting you and Harry in here. I'm here to find that dragon that attacked the school. The Ministry says it's still in the area."

"I'm afraid I must take my leave of you. We'll talk about the dragon later in my office. Give you a chance to visit, get caught up and settled in. Good day."

Dumbledore told Charlie. They all said good day to him. Oliver had moved the flowers to a separate table and took his place back by Buffy. Charlie sat on the edge of Buffy's bed.

"How are you feeling? I mean really feeling."

"I'm okay. Oliver and I had a real long talk yesterday after I woke. Then I repeated the talk with Giles and Snape. I may have a small phobia of water for a while but nothing I can't get over."

"I'm glad you're alright."

"Harry, you and Charlie should have a lot to talk about. Meet our Seeker before you. When Charlie graduated no one was good enough to replace him until now." Buffy told him.

"I heard. The youngest Quidditch player in a century."

"Speaking of Quidditch who won the cup?" Harry asked meekly. Gryffindor was supposed to have played against Slytherin two days ago.

"No one yet. Dumbledore postponed the game until tomorrow. The Slytherin's agreed to it, but I think Snape was forcing them." Oliver told them.

"Great we still have a chance at the cup. Harry you feel up to catching a Snitch?"

"Consider that cup ours." Harry said with a smile.

"That's the spirit." Buffy said to them.

"I can see that Slytherin doesn't have a chance." Charlie said with a laugh.

"They don't with my girl on the job." Oliver said giving her kiss.

"You think we can get Madam Pomfrey to let us out today?"

"Leave it to me." Buffy told Harry with a wink.

Gryffindor had indeed won the Quidditch cup with an unbelievable score of 200-20. The three Chasers had worked so well together passing the Quaffle that Slytherin had a hard time keeping up with them. Oliver had been amazing defending the goals. It was like it would appear out thin air to stop the ball. Harry had even spotted and caught the Snitch before the Slytherin seeker could even start to follow it. They were in the zone. Charlie had watched the game and even admitted that this team was better than his. The dragon had been found later that day hidden in a cave not far from Hogwarts. At dinner that night the House Cup was to be awarded. Harry Ron, and Hermione had found every missing item on the board and returned it. That gave them fifty points backs. The Great Hall had Slytherin banners decorating it for they were in the lead with points. They were just finishing up dinner when McGonagall tapped on her glass. The room quieted and Dumbledore stood.

"Another year gone. And now, as I understand it. The house cup needs awarding. And the points stand thus: In fourth place, Hufflepuff with 352 points. Third place Gryffindor with 372 points. Second place Ravenclaw with 426 points. And in first place…with 472 points, Slytherin house."

The Slytherin's table cheered loudly. Snape had his usual face on clapped. Most of the Gryffindor's were looking down upset that they hadn't one. Buffy wasn't one of them for she knew that Dumbledore had a surprise for them.

"Yes, well done, Slytherin. Well done. However, recent events must be taken into account. And I have a few last minute points to award."

The Gryffindor table perked up at the sound of that. Glum faces became ones of interest.

"Too Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect…while others were in grave peril…25 points. Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of chess…that Hogwarts has seen these many years, 25 points. Third…to Mr. Harry Potter…for pure nerve and outstanding courage…25 points."

Buffy gave Harry's hand a gentle squeeze. He looked up at her and gave her a bashful smile. Oliver was sitting on her other side with his arm around her.

"To Mr. Oliver Wood, for his willingness to face danger to help others…25 points."

Buffy turned into him and gave him a hug. They didn't show their true love for each other in front of the teachers. A hug was the best she could offer. As the points were given the Gryffindor's congratulated each person who received points. Whispers had gone along the table that they were now tied with Slytherin.

"We're tied with Slytherin." Hermione told them.

"Finally, To Miss Buffy Summers, for her willingness to help her fellow students with their problems even when facing problems of her own. I award to her 30 points."

The Gryffindor crowd cheered and patted Buffy on the back. With Dumbledore's last minutes points the cup was theirs.

"Assuming that my calculations are correct…I believe that a change of decoration is in order." Dumbledore clapped his hands and the banners that once were all Slytherin had changed to Gryffindor.

"Gryffindor wins the house cup."

With that announcement the Gryffindor's stood up and cheered loudly. Hagrid let a loud yes that had unnoticed by everyone but Buffy. With her slayer hearing she had heard him. Meeting Buffy's eyes Hagrid realized that she had heard him and had blushed slightly at his outburst. Buffy couldn't help but laugh at that. The whole school, except for Slytherin, took off their black hats and threw into the air. The Gryffindor's gathered around Harry and Buffy. They gathered around Harry, Buffy, Oliver, Hermione, and Ron congratulating them with every known gesture.

Buffy and Xander had gone to the train station to see their friends off. They had one more day there to help Giles get things covered for the summer. Buffy was holding onto Oliver's hand. He had gotten his things loaded onto the train and dreaded saying goodbye to Buffy.

"I'm going to miss you." He told her.

"I'm going to miss you more."

She said wrapping her arms around him. She rested her head on his chest. His chin was resting on her head. They were the ultimate picture of cuteness.

"I wish you could come with me. Mom and dad want to see you." She turned so that she was facing him.

"I wish I could too but once we leave here we're headed to Sunnydale California. It seems there's an upheaval of vampire activity in that area. No rest for the weary."

"I'm sorry honey. Didn't Giles say that another Slayer had been called? Why doesn't she check it out?"

"She and her watcher are meeting us there."

"Is it that bad that they need both of you?"

"I don't know. I think the Council wants us to meet or something."

"You be careful. I would be lost if anything happened to you."

"You know me poster child for caution. Give me a kiss before you leave."

He bent down and their lips met softly. The kiss had lasted until the train whistle blew signaling its departure. Breaking off the embrace he got on to the train.

"I'll see you in a month or so. Owl me when you arrive in the U.S."

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too."

He moved to his compartment where Willow, Harry, Hermione and Ron were waiting. He immediate went to the window to wave to his and saw that Xander had joined Buffy.

"Willow!" Xander's voice called from the platform. Willow looked out the window next to Oliver.

"Catch."

Buffy levitated the note up to her, as the train started moving. Buffy soon heard Willow's loud shriek.

"I'm taking that as a yes." Willow head nodded enthusiastically.

"I would." Buffy said. "Speaking of Wood, I love you." She called to her honey one last time. "What was in that note?"

"I asked Willow to go out with me the first night were in Sunnydale."

Willow has lived in Sunnydale all her life and was quite shocked to find that Sunnydale had vamps. Xander was smiling as he Buffy watched until they could no longer see the train. The two turned to head back to Hogwarts.

"Hey Xand, have you noticed something going on between Giles and Professor McGonagall?"

"Yeah, they've been spending a lot of time together. Our little Giles is growing up so fast."

Buffy nodded as they continued to walk.

THE END