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Summary: Dawns sacrificed her life for the world, but is she really dead? Or just in a place where only a 'special' kind of magic can reach?

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Harry Potter > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Harry PotterLovesBitch2FR18923,236049,70412 Feb 0712 Feb 07Yes

Perfect Balance

“Can I see her?”

“I dunno, can you?”


“Just go in,” he sighed, opening the door slightly – allowing the boy in.


“Harry, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you were doing…so, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m just relaxing,” she smiled, blushing as he moved closer to her. She had been out of class for a couple days and she had heard the rumours from Spike – the concerned questions that were asked.

“When do you think you’ll come back?”

“I’ll be in class tomorrow Harry, don’t you worry. Self-defence is going to be taught and I can’t wait to see you get your ass kicked,” she smirked, nudging his shoulder slightly.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, stalking closer to the giggling girl.

“Y…Yeah,” she breathed, stepping back alittle from the advancing boy.

“And, who will be doing the ass kicking?”


“I don’t think so Dawnie,” he whispered in her ear, hands sliding down her body sensually. “At the moment anyway,” he laughed, flexing his fingers – he induced Dawn into a fit of giggles.

“Stop...Stop!!” she screamed, the uncontrollable urge to laugh too hard to resist. Her feet hitting the bed behind her, they both fell onto it – Harry continuing his assault.

“Promise you’ll go easy,” he smiled, placing an arm just above her head as to not crush her beneath him. His fingers dangerously flexing near her ribs, a silent threat.

“No,” she stubbornly stated, shaking her head slightly. Biting her lips to try to keep the laughter in, she continued to wriggle around on the bed – tangling Harrys’ legs with hers. “Ok! Ok! I promise!”

“Good,” he said, laughing as he noticed her rushed breathing and twinkling eyes.

“You are-”

“Professor Black! Professor Black! Quick…” the hurried rush of words were cut off as the student recognised the person on top of Professor Black. “Harry?”

“Erm, hello Ginny,” he blushed, quickly rolling off of Dawn and getting off the bed.

“What is it that you needed Mrs. Weasley?” Dawn asked, slightly glaring at the girl for interrupting.

“It’s Fred and George, their trapped in a closest. Professor Snape and Professor Spike are already there and they can’t open it – they said to go get you,” she panted, her eyes still wide at the sight of Harry Potter entangled with Professor Black.

“Right, let’s go,” she stated, quickly fixing her jeans and tank top and running out of the door. She could sense where Spike was and just followed that sense.

“So Harry, didn’t think you’d go for a teacher,” Ginny smirked, crossing her arms and raising one eye-brow at the bow.

“Shut up Gin,” he muttered, stalking past the smirking girl and out into the corridor.


“Let’s just beat the door in shall we?”

“Shut up Severus,” Spike snarled, looking up from his collapsed form on the ground.


“Nibblet, help a friend out here?”

“What were you doing?”

“Spike here was just trying to use physical force to open the door,” Snape sarcastically answered, smirking at the glaring vampire.

“Spike…” Dawn sighed, nodding her head slightly at the vampire. Walking up to the door, something automatically clicked in her head. Running her hands along the wall beside the door, she stopped in one place. “Solvo quis est occultus,” she whispered, revealing a hidden door. Running her hand down until she hit the door-knob, she tilted her hand and the door slowly opened.

“Oh thank god!” Fred shouted, pushing the door fully open and flinging Dawn away.

“We’re out!” George prayed, dramatically kissing the stone floor of the castle.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough boys. You’re lucky Professor Black was here, she saved you,” Professor Snape snapped, picking the two boys up off the floor. “And fifty points from Gryffindor!” he shouted, watching as both boys ran away.

“Great to know that good deeds come with thankful offerings,” Dawn muttered, rubbing her sore behind as she was helped off the floor by Spike.

“Thanks nibblet,” Spike smiled, nodding towards the fading fake door.


“Heard about your little stint with Professor Black last night Harry,” Ron whispered, entering Defence Against the Dark Arts class and noticing the Professors missing.

“Nothing happened,” he muttered, glaring at his best-friend.

“That’s not what Ginny told me,” Hermione fluttered past, smirking back at both boys.

“Nothing hap-”

“Sorry we’re late class, Dawn got alittle distracted,” Spike stated, storming into the classroom – not unlike that of Professor Snape.

“Hey! You were to you know! How was I supposed to know they moved!! I mean honestly, you’d think I’d been living in this world all my life!” she huffed, storming into class directly behind Spike. Her blue eyes were blazing and her posture threatening.

“Yes well, please refrain tantrums to be outside the classroom,” Spike glared, smirking at the girl.

“Please get a new look, coz honey, billy idol does not look good on you,” she smirked, patting him condescendingly on the cheek.


“Ah, ah, ah Spikey, we have a class,” she smirked, winking towards the growling vampire and looking at the shocked class. “Alright, today will be physical defence – so please remove your robes and girls, we have some sweatpants here for you,” Dawn intoned, watching as the class did exactly as she told them to.

“The first rule is that you must be balanced. You cannot receive or send a good punch or kick without the perfect balance,” Spike stated, watching as the students lined up along the edge of the class.

“Alright, we’ll pair off – Harry, you’ll be with me, considering you seem to have a knack for getting into trouble,” Dawn stated, smiling innocently at the dark-haired boy. He knew that it was pay-back time and he was slightly nervous.

“Great,” he sighed, watching as everyone paired off. Watching as she sauntered towards him, he was suddenly alerted to what she was wearing. Tight hip-hugging jeans, simple black singlet and some black boots – he blushed slightly as Dawn raised an eye-brow at his perusal. “What’s the torture today?”

“Balance Harry, balance,” she said, waving a finger in his face slightly. “Get into a fighting stance,” she ordered, laughing at his sigh of annoyance. She knew that he hated being ordered around, and only did so because she was his superior in this point of the class. Stalking around the boy, she saw many faults in his stance – smiling wickedly, she continued towards him. “I’m just going to fix a few faults,” she whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her arms sliding along his – slowly positioning them so they were just infront of his face. Sliding her hands, after straightening his shoulders, down towards his hips – she quickly pulled until he was side on. Walking around him, she dragged her index finger along his chest, pushing lightly she smiled, “Perfect balance.”

“T…thanks,” he stuttered, blushing slightly. He had noticed that all the guys’ eyes were on her correcting and he couldn’t help but feel proud. He could still feel the electricity that he felt when her hands touched his skin – the lust that it caused.

“You realise luv, that you’re gonna need to fix the balance on every ‘fella in this room, like ya did for Harry here,” Spike smirked, already seeing the connection between the two.

“First, we need to learn some moves Spike,” she said, turning her back on the vampire and facing Harry. “Alright Harry, I’m going to throw some punches at you and I want you to block okay? Any way you want to,” she stated, smiling at the boy lightly. She could see that he was slightly nervous and the way she had shown him perfect balance probably didn’t help.

“Okay,” he smirked, nodding his head slightly. He had never seen a real muggle fight before and he wondered if he had the knack for it as he had the knack for magic. Watching Dawn, he let instincts take over. He blocked most punches and surprising kicks that Dawn sent his way, but, a few got through and they were really hard. He was sure that bruises would appear on his form tomorrow.

“Alright class, I think you’ve learnt enough for today – we’ll see you all tomorrow,” Spike stated, dismissing the class. He was frowning at the way some students took to defence. Some had talent, but others, others were harder than Willow. “Well that was interesting, don’t you think bit?”

“Yeah, they learned quite a lot,” she smiled, nodding as she watched the class leave.

“What, how to seduce a boy through defensive moves??”


“Professor Black, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure Hermione, and call me Dawn,” she smiled, waiting for the girl to walk in-step with her.

“What’s between you and Harry?”

“Ex-excuse me?” she choked, her footing lost slightly.

“I may be going too far, but, he’s my friend Prof-Dawn. I would really just like to know,” she blushed, her eyes downcasted slightly.

“There really is nothing between us except friendship. It’s not like that with us,” she stated, smiling at the blushing girl. She could see the protectiveness that Hermione had for her friend, and she missed that from her family. She missed having that love surround her.

“Are you sure? I mean, I can see that there’s something there; anyone can see that. Why can it not be like that with you two?”

“Because I’m dangerous, there’s things about me that no-one should know Hermione. I have knowledge of acts that would be deemed unforgivable by yours and his own standards. There are some things about me that no-one will ever know except myself,” she said, trying not to sound too dark for the girl. She didn’t want the knowledgeable student to go looking for ways to find out what she had done.

“I still don’t understand Professor, I mean, I know that I most likely will never understand your background. But, doesn’t Harry know? I mean, Sirius is his godfather and Harry is quite close to him. Shouldn’t you atleast give it a try? I mean, what’s life without a few chances?”

“It’s safe,” she whispered, stopping suddenly in her tracks – she lifts her head into the air. She tilts it slightly and Hermione is suddenly reminded of a snake. “I have to go; it was a nice talk Hermione, tell Harry I said hi,” she smiled, running of in the direction of the dark forest.

“Sure,” Hermione sighed, watching as one of the youngest Professor’s in the history of Hogwarts ran off towards the dark forest.


“They’re getting closer Dumbledore, we can’t fend them off by ourselves much longer,” Dawn stated, looking fiercely at the Headmaster of the school. She had just returned from defeating about 12 vampires and other un-invited guests in the forests.

“Voldemort is rising,” he sighed, running a hand through his tired locks. “An assembly must be called, re-enforcements must be called,” he whispered, looking between both the vampire and ‘the key.’

“I’ll alert the Sunnydale and LA crew,” Spike said, quickly rising from his chair. “Big sis will wanna be here Dawn,” he whispered, shaking the girls’ hand off his arm. He knew that Dawn didn’t want her sister hurt in this war, it wasn’t really their war to begin with – but, Sirius Black was her father and she felt the need to protect him.

“A speech is needed to be made Dumbledore, if you won’t…I will,” she stated, glaring at the old Professor. She could tell that there was something that he was keeping from her and she wanted to know what. “What is it?”

“There is only way for Voldemort to die, and it had nothing to do with me. You are just a part of it, the war…it’s all to do with one thing really. A prophecy that was recited a long time ago:

`The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.

Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies. With the love of the dogstars’ daughter, and the devotion of The Key. One shall die for the other to conquer.'

“I don’t understand Professor, this prophecy states that there is only one who can defeat Voldemort, but, he or she needs my love and devotion?”

“Yes Dawn, and I believe your life aswell,” Dumbledore said, his eyes boring into the poor girl.

“So, you’re saying that I’m gonna die again? Or, I’m meant to die again?”

“For Voldemort to be defeated…yes,” Dumbledore nodded, sadness coming into his eyes as he watched the girl slowly crumble.

“I…I just got back though! I just found my dad! I can’t d…die,” she cried, tears already coming to her eyes.

“I’m sorry, it’s either you or Harry,” he sighed, wanting to comfort the poor girl. He knew of her sacrifice before he went to revive her – before he even met her. He just had to give Harry the edge; he had to give Harry a chance.


“He’s the one with the power to vanquish Voldemort,” Dumbledore stated, getting out of his chair.

“Does he know?”

“He doesn’t know the full prophecy, the bit about you I mean. He knows that either he or Voldemort must die when the war is being fought,” he said, kneeling before the tear-stroked face of the poor girl.

“So, either I die so he can win? Or I live and the whole world falls?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, drying away the tears that were falling.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, it’s a Summers trait,” she muttered darkly, quickly standing and storming out of the door.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, wincing slightly as he heard the slamming of doors.


“Alright, quiet please,” Dumbledore said, hushing the noise of commotion. He knew that the students would be wondering why there were so many teachers at the Head Table, and he was going to tell them now. “As you can see, we have several guests at the Head Table. I believe Professor Black has a few words to say to you all,” he stated, seating quietly and watching as she stood with her blonde sister.

“There is a war coming, and re-enforcements have been called,” she smiled, motioning towards the blonde standing beside her. “This is my sister Buffy Summers, she is currently one of the many slayers and one of two of the original. She had continued to defeat apocalypses and lets just hope her luck continues onto this war,” Dawn stated, nodding towards each student. “From now till when I say so, you will all be training. If you want no part in this war, then there will be no classes for any of you – you may return home. For those of you that stay, classes will continue normally but with a few differences – Buffy, Angel, Faith and Spike will be taking physical defence, Xander and Anya will continue defence against the dark arts, but they have certain surprises in that class for you. There will be slayers fighting everywhere in the school, and I heed you to not interfere. I’m sure from your earlier years, excluding first years, that you would have learnt of the slayer. There are only certain ‘beings’ more powerful in physical strength to that of a slayer. I also warn you that appearances can be deceiving, so, do not underestimate any opponent.”

“There will be losses in this war, as there is in any. I know that you are all young and have not been touched by death. Well, entering this war will give you that – you will see death all around you. I’m not trying to scare you, but, your innocence will be slightly lost. You’ll have nightmares for sometimes afterwards. I’ve heard of this Voldywart guy from Dumbledore, he’s vicious and cruel. He’ll have no hesitation in killing any of you, so you must be ready to defend yourselves,” Buffy continued from her sister, looking down at the frightened students. She knew that many would not make it out of the war alive, but, many would not at all enter the war.

“Dawn, where will you be?” Draco asked his friend, watching as her eyes darkened slightly.

“Training,” she stated, glancing towards the Headmaster. “There are some things that I need to work on.”

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