“I actually came here to offer Dawn a job,” he stated, smiling at the shy girl.
“Yes, with your experience from the Hellmouth; you are certainly qualified to teach the Defence Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts,” Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling.
“Of course you won’t be teaching by yourself, William will be there to guide you,” he reasoned, seeing the girls apprehensive gaze land on Sirius. Although she did not recognize it yet, she depended on him more than she knew.
“What do you think Sirius?” she asked, her gaze landing on him; she had seen him flinch at the name, but she shrugged it off – she couldn’t help it if she wasn’t ready.
“If it’s what you want to do Dawn, I see no reason for you not; although, you may want to ask Spike,” he smirked, eyes landing on the fussing vampire. He was such a fierce protector of his daughter; he couldn’t help but like the vampire.
“Couldn’t go without you ‘bit,” he stated, smiling widely at the girl. She was learning to accept this world of magic, although it was still all foreign to her.
“I’ll go; but, I don’t want a wand. Willow taught me some wandless magic, that will do me,” she said, looking into the gaze of Dumbledore. For such an old man, he held so much power; she couldn’t keep his gaze for too long.
“Splendid!” he clapped, his eyes glistening in joy. “You can arrive with the other students on the train, I’m sure Harry wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on you; William also knows the way.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” she smiled, nodding towards the Professor. He was an odd man; he got excited over the little things; as if life was that simple. She cringed as he dissaperated; already hating the CRACK it made.
“Well ‘bit, looks as if we’re going to Hogwarts,” Spike said, placing a hand on the girls shoulder. She was supposed to this all-powerful being, but she was truly scared; she didn’t know what this world had in stall for her – didn’t know that it would either end her or make her.
“Yeah, looks it,” she stated dreamily, her gaze wandering towards the now open door; Harry Potter stood there, looking curiously at her.
Harry wandered around the halls of Black Manor; after discovering the meeting being held in the dining room, he couldn’t help but over hear. ‘So, she’s coming to Hogwarts…’ he thought, a smile spreading over his face. She was interesting, and some how magical. He couldn’t get the picture out of his mind of her lying spread out on the floor, her hair spread angelically along the ground. She looked completely helpless, yet her eyes, they ignited like fire. He could feel the power just rolling over him from her in waves; pure, unadulterated power. He just about stumbled from the onslaught of power; he’d never felt that much before.
“You okay? You seemed abit distant,” Sirius whispered, not wanting to disrupt the silence that the boy seemed to be so used to.
“Just thinking,” he smiled, already loving the way he could open up to his mischievous godfather. “Whose Dawn Summers?”
“She’s…she’s my daughter,” he sighed, running a hand through his greying hair.
“SHE’S YOUR WHAT?!”
“My daughter Harry, James wasn’t the only marauder to find love,” he stated rather indignantly, glaring slightly at the boy.
“How come you never told me?”
“It was a secret not even James knew. She was taken from me at such a young age; I couldn’t tell anyone,” he said, tears running from his eyes.
“So, now’s your chance to catch up?”
“Yeah, hopefully; it’s bloody frustrating with the vampire with her all the bloody time,” he stated fiercely, growling deep in his throat.
“Sirius, she’s your daughter; let her come to you. It must be hard coming into a new world and discovering your father; give her time,” Harry reasoned, glancing sideways at his godfather.
“When did you become so bloody smart?”
“Only smarter than you,” he smirked, strutting off in another direction. Sirius couldn’t help but think of James whenever he looked at him; he was growing up to be a true marauder.
“So, you’re his daughter,” he stated, walking out towards the garden where she sat.
“So you figured it out,” she said, stroking a flowers petal softly.
“Really wasn’t that hard,” he shrugged, leaning against a tree; his hands tucked neatly in his jean pockets.
“He told you,” she smirked knowingly, glancing slyly at the boy.
“Okay maybe he told me, but, I had to know what you were doing here,” he laughed, blushing slightly at being caught by the girl.
“You’re a laugh riot Potter,” she sighed, laughing inspite of herself.
“I know,” he stated cockily, winking towards the girl. “It’s all part of my charm.”
“As long as you believe that,” she stated condescendingly, patting the boys shin lightly.
“Well I do,” he huffed, pouting slightly. “So, you’re going to teach at Hogwarts?” he asked, sensing that Sirius Black was a sensitive subject for her.
“Looks like it,” she huffed, standing up infront of the boy. “God, I don’t even know what the class is about.”
“Defence Against the Dark Arts? It’s exactly as it sounds; you help the students to defend themselves against dark creatures. Although, you may not get much respect for being so young and all,” he shrugged, not quite understanding how this girl, as young as him, could be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts for a magic school.
“Well, they know nothing about me,” she muttered darkly, her eyes flashing a dark green.
“I guess I’ll just have to prove myself to them,” she grinned, winking at the boy.
“And me; still don’t see why you’re teaching,” he stated, looking curiously at the girl.
“I’m teaching you?! Oh well then, guess you’ll just have to wait and see Potter; wait and see,” she smirked, strutting off towards the house. She could feel his eyes boring into her back as she walked away; never noticed the smile that spread across his face.
“Can’t wait,” he whispered, taking a liking to this girl even more.
It was time to go; that’s what Spike said. She was leaving Black Manor and setting off towards Hogwarts, Harry was coming too. She’d been avoiding everyone lately; concentrating on honing her powers. She had been feeling them rise lately, and she didn’t want to explode infront of all the students. In Sunnydale she had been meditating, trying to access her powers; here, she had no doubt that she could. She had to be careful; no-one knew what she was capable of, not even her.
“You ready ‘nibblet?” Spike asked, interrupting her thoughts.
“Yeah, as I’ll ever be,” she whispered, glancing towards the vampire. She had said all her goodbye’s to the Order members; she couldn’t help but feel the love in the air.
“Dawn! Wait, Dawn!” a voice yelled as they were about to walk out; turning, she saw her father running towards her. “I just wanted to give you this,” he smiled, handing the girl a carefully wrapped gift. He watched as she unwrapped it carefully, trying not to rip any of the paper. He smiled as he watched her eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh Sir…Dad, I can’t accept this,” she gasped, tears glistening her eyes. It was beautiful. A plain silver cross, diamonds scatter along the outside; as if bordering the precious thing.
“Yes you can, it’s made for you,” he whispered, taking it out and placing it over her neck.
“Thankyou,” she cried, drawing the man into a tight hug.
“You are most definitely welcome,” he smiled into the girl’s hair, stroking the strands lightly. He let her go gently and nodded towards Spike; they had an understanding, he would protect her with his life.
“Come on ‘nibblet, we’re meetin’ Harry at the station,” Spike stated, smiling at the father-daughter moment.
“Okay,” she nodded, smiling towards the vampire. They were off on an adventure, just her and the ‘big bad’ of Sunnydale; just like old times. “I’ll see ya later Dad,” she smiled, waving as the old man’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“Bye Dawnie,” he waved, a smile escaping his lips.