When Harry Met Dawn
None of these characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter belong to me; I’m just using them to hopefully write an entertaining story.Author's Note:
Here’s the second chapter already, obviously wanted to post it sooner rather than later because it takes a few chapters to piece things together but don’t expect it to be updated as quickly as the story goes on.
With this chapter, I’ve changed a few details from the DH book to make this storyline work; generally the changes are explained in the story. But for future reference, Snape doesn’t become Headmaster of Hogwarts, McGonagall does and therefore the school doesn’t go to shit like it does in the book, lol.
*****Chapter Two – When Harry Met Dawn
“I wish you could come with us Harry, but it’s too risky. Every Death Eater is probably out there looking for you right now, whereas it’ll be easier to disguise Ron and I,” Hermione tried to convince him, as she and Ron took turns transfiguring their appearances to form a disguise before they ventured out into the currently dangerous streets of London.
Only hours previously, they'd had to unexpectedly flee Bill and Fleur’s wedding, when Death Eaters had crashed the reception in search of Harry. This meant that they were caught out slightly because although Hermione had been in the process of packing together what they needed with them, they were still slightly unprepared and were in desperate need of food and supplies. Unfortunately, Grimmauld Place was not a viable option to lay low for the meantime, as Death Eaters had managed to follow them there first off, causing them to have to quickly apparate elsewhere. The Leaky Cauldron was also out of the question, so in the end they’d settled for hiding out in a small, slightly run-down hotel in Muggle London.
Harry nodded and sighed as he stared meaningfully into his tea that he was able to make in the hotel room they had managed to seek refuge in. Meanwhile Hermione reached through her little beaded bag and produced a backpack with most of Harry’s most important belongings, such as his invisibility cloak, which he was extremely relieved to see.
“Sorry to be deserting you, mate,” Ron said apologetically, as he and Hermione had finished the transfigurations and were ready to leave. “We’ll be back as soon as we can... you can always use that tillyvision thing or something while we’re gone- shame dad’s not here, he’d have a field day!"
“Whatever you do, Harry, make sure you stay in the room. The less people who see us, the better,” Hermione said finally as they made their way to the door.
“Sure, sure,” Harry replied robotically as he opened one of his old school books and feigned interest on a random page. “How long will you be gone?”
Hermione shrugged. “Well even though we’ve tried to disguise ourselves, we’ve got to take all the precautions,” she glanced down a long piece of parchment in her right hand. “Besides, I was thinking we made need our own form of accommodation like a tent or something. If only I’d had a chance to pack Mr. Weasley’s tent!”
“I’m not sleeping in a ruddy, muggle tent!” Ron piped up.
“Before you carry on, Ronald, if you must know I, was going to transfigure the tent and make it like your dad’s. Would that be sufficient enough for you?”
Ron opened his mouth to retort but not before Harry jumped it, sensing another infamous Hermione-Ron spat. “Well, you both better get going if we want to be off before Christmas," he said sarcastically.
Hermione nodded and dragged Ron towards the door. "Be safe and remember to stay here in the hotel and we’ll try to be back as soon as possible. Unless we're not back by dinnertime, then something may have happened...but let's not think of that."
“Be careful,” replied a concerned Harry as they left the room.
It only took less than an hour for restlessness to kick in, he almost felt like a caged animal, especially since the room was your typical tiny English hotel room with only enough room for a couple of beds, a small table anda very small bathroom. Soon he found his stomach rumbling loudly, having not eaten much at Bill and Fleur’s wedding or anything since meant that he was absolutely starving. Glancing around the room, his eyes clamped onto his invisibility cloak haphazardly spread out across his bed and without hesitation he scooped it up and threw it over himself. Hermione had warned him not to leave the hotel; well he was still technically going to follow her advice because he wasn't going to. Besides, nobody would see him and he would just go downstairs, get some food and stretch his legs.
He was only a couple of steps outside the door when he heard a cry of pain and looked up to see a female form sprawled out at the top of the staircase, her belongings scattered from one wall to the other.
He debated on what to do next - it was obviously the right thing to do to run to her aid; however it could also be potentially dangerous for him to reveal himself. But then he also felt like there was an invisible rope was drawing him forward, and then suddenly it was as if his limbs acted of their own accord and he found himself approaching the girl whilst whipping the cloak off and stuffing it into his jacket pocket.
“Are you alright?”
For all Harry knew, he could have been standing there for minutes just staring, but as soon as her eyes connected with his, he couldn't help but be absorbed in her striking blue eyes, reminding him of the ceiling in the Great Hall on a bright, autumn day. He somehow broke the spell and crouched down to gather her things, which were scattered across the ground.
“Oh, um, I’m fine... “ That accent, sounds like she’s from the United States... must be a tourist,
Harry thought as she spoke, “I'm a bit of a klutz sometimes, wasn’t looking where I was walking.”
He thought of his own physical awkwardness, especially around the girls back at Hogwarts. “I’m usually not the most graceful myself,” he looked down to her ankle, noticing she’d landed uncomfortably on her leg. “Do you think you can stand?”
He offered a helping hand, as soon as skin meet skin he was completely overwhelmed with a strange head rush, unlike anything he’d felt before.
“It’s not too bad,” her voice brought him back again and he was relieved to see she was unhurt.
He shuffled on his feet gawkily and his left foot came into contact with a book, then noticing her things were still all over the floor, so he politely bent down to pick them up.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she protested, but at this point he was so mesmerised he would have crashed his broom into a tree for her if she’d asked.
“It’s okay, I’ve got it.”
As he collected up her things he came across a strange item - a long, jagged piece of wood. Definitely not a wand, but why exactly is she carrying around a sharp piece of wood? Strange... He handed back her handbag and looked into her eyes once more, his head still screaming to introduce himself, however she beat him to it. "I'm Dawn, by the way."
He couldn't help but smile now that he had a name. “Hi, Dawn. I’m Harry.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Harry.”
There was a short silence before Harry plucked up the courage to speak up. “So, you’re from America? Just travelling?”
Dawn briefly smiled, like there was something more behind it. “You could say that... just got here from Russia actually. Travelling with my sister and her friend, they’re here for work obligations, so they left me all on my lonesome and I was just out seeing some of the city.”
“Did you get down to Trafalgar Square? That’s my favourite area.”
“Not really, got very distracted by the amazing shops around here... you know, a girl’s gotta shop,” she explained, flashing a friendly smile that made Harry’s heart flutter ever so slightly.
“Oh really, well you definitely should go walk around there when you get a chance, there’s so much to see.”
“So, do you live around here?” Dawn quizzed.
He nodded. “I grew up just south of London, spend my summers there,” He paused with a painful grimace at the thought of the Dursley’s. “But I’ve been going to... a boarding school in Scotland for a few years now.”
“Ugh, boarding school is that as bad as what the movies make it look?” she asked.
“Actually, I loved it there, made loads of great friends...” I just hope that we can find these horcruxes and defeat Voldemort so I can go back, he thought sadly.
“Loved? So have you graduated or something?”
He shook his head. “This year was supposed to be my final year, but it’s, uh... complicated. What about you? How come you’re travelling with your sister?”
"It's... uh, complicated too," she replied with a laugh to which Harry joined. "The school I went to back in California doesn't really exist anymore and with my sister being my legal guardian, at least for the next year, I'm stuck with her. Sometimes it's okay, but it can totally be a drag sometimes too."
Harry was trying to figure out the least harsh way of asking his next question before she cut him off. “It’s okay, I know what you wanna ask – my mum died just under two years ago and my dad has his own life now, so it’s just my sister, Buffy, and me.”
He looked directly at her and could see that there was still a lot of sadness behind her eyes when she talked about it, so he didn’t exactly want to pry any further. He gave her a sympathetic smile.
"At least you still have your sister, you can be thankful of that."
She nodded and glanced down at the carpet for a moment. "Well, I'm sure you were going somewhere before you came to my rescue..."
“Well actually I am famished and was just headed to see what they had downstairs, maybe have a tea... if you wanted to join me,” Harry asked feeling bolder than his usually self when it came to the opposite sex, in the space of the few minutes he’d been talking to Dawn he’d almost completely forgotten the current situation and the danger he was in.
Dawn chuckled to herself and he heard her mutter something under her breath about English and their tea. "That’d be great," she replied and followed him downstairs with another large smile.
As they made their way downstairs, Harry briefly considered the thought that this was a terrible idea, and that Death Eaters could come marching into the hotel at any time, but for some reason, there was this feeling that had started when he'd first spotted Dawn that made him want to throw caution into the wind. Whether he'd live to regret this later, that feeling made him not care right at that moment.
“Wow,” Willow stared wide-eyed at the computer in front of her. “It’s just amazing how many slayers there are out there since we did the spell on all the potentials.”
“Makes my job that much easier now... have I told you how much I love you for doing that, Will?” Buffy replied from across the room where she sat with Giles; not long after they’d left the hotel, Giles had contacted them and told them he’d been able to make his way back to London earlier than expected, they now sat in an apartment he’d been renting just up north of Central London.
Willow laughed. "Many times, a Ferrari or something would say ‘I love you’ so much better.”
Buffy poked her tongue out playfully and then turned to Giles. “So how’ve things been going here, Giles?”
Giles put down a cup of tea he was drinking. “Well actually, I was just down in Southampton visiting a friend that has been helping with the reform of the Watcher’s Council. And since the spell, I’ve been able to discover at least half a dozen Slayers around London and the surrounding areas alone. Also one of my sources tells me that there are more suspected Slayers up north, particularly in Scotland.”
Willow swung around in her chair. “Buffy and I were thinking that would be our next stop after here, you should come with, Giles. I know that would make Dawn really happy too, wouldn’t it, Buff?” Buffy nodded.
“Ah yes,” Giles began, taking off his glasses. “How is Dawn? Did she enjoy Russia?”
Buffy sighed. "Yeah, she did enjoy Russia – especially all those boys with their thick, Russian accents, whoa if I was five or six years younger," She gave herself a quick fan with the book she was absentmindedly flicking through. "But anyway... getting back on track - Dawn seems to being enjoying herself most of the time, but sometimes you can see she really misses home. She probably misses Xander and Faith too, they were in South America last I spoke. But I think she especially misses Spike and Anya. We haven't really talked about it properly, but you can see sometimes she'd rather be somewhere else."
“She probably needs to be with kids her age.” Willow interjected.
“Has she befriended any of the Slayers you’ve met?”
Buffy shook her head. "I think she knows there's no point, and there isn't because it's not long before we're off somewhere new... maybe I shouldn't have brought her with me, maybe she's better off staying in the one place."
Giles shrugged slightly. “Buffy, at least with you she can’t get herself into as much trouble.”
Buffy laughed. "Trouble usually finds Dawn anyway."
Time quickly ticked by, as they spent a long while down at the puny hotel restaurant, which much to Dawn's disgust, had a continuation of the horrible salmon pink paint colour from the reception area. Harry had insisted on sitting over in the far corner by the window, furthest away from the door through to the reception area and that was generally away from prying eyes. Dawn could tell he had a reason for this, but couldn't quite pinpoint it at the time and she certainly didn't feel comfortable asking why, especially considering the short time she'd known him.
Unfortunately, the kitchen was closed in preparation for dinnertime, which was fast approaching; however one of the ladies from the hotel was still able to offer them both hot beverages and a small muffin to which Harry eagerly consumed. As they sat there, Harry had told her that he had lived with his aunt, uncle and cousin and described how horrible they were to him, but then followed up by talking affectionately about his two closest friends, Ron and Hermione. Dawn had talked about Buffy and Joyce, briefly mentioning the rest of the Scooby Gang and trying not to go into detail about it all because if she did, she knew there was way too much she couldn't give a normal explanation for.
"Harry," she began in between mouthfuls of her coffee. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but how come you lived with your aunt and uncle? I mean, I know that it could only be for a few reasons; most of them not being very nice and it's probably really rude to ask and I don't want to upset you or anything but... ugh sorry - the queen of babbling right here!"
Harry chuckled. "It's okay, really. You've talked about your mum and that wouldn't be easy, especially with someone you don't know, so it's only fair I talk about my parents too. It was a long time ago, anyway."
Dawn leaned in, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. “Oh no, what happened?”
Harry thought through his words, knowing he'd have to be careful with what he said around a muggle. "When I was one, so of course I don't remember, both my parents were murdered. So then I was sent to live with my Aunt Petunia, my mum's sister, and my Uncle Vernon."
There was a sharp intake of breath, and then Dawn reached out her hand across the table to sympathetically touch his forearm. "That's terrible, Harry! I'm so sorry."
He shrugged. “Of course, I wonder what they were like sometimes, but I suppose at least I was too young to know them. Growing up with a parent and then getting them taken away, that would be a lot harder, I’m sure.”
"But to lose both parents would be absolute hell... what about the bastard who did it?"I hate having to watch what I say with Dawn, I wish I could just be honest,
he thought with frustration, as he continued to think carefully before he spoke. “He’s still out there, that’s part of the reason I’m not going back to my school this year, I have to make sure he is, uh, brought to justice.”
“I hope it’s nothing illegal,” Dawn joked to which Harry smiled uncomfortably, unnoticed by Dawn, and shook his head.What a total surprise this afternoon has turned out to be!
Dawn thought to herself when there was a comfortable break in the conversation and she glanced out the window to see the sunset that was casting a beautiful orange glow on everything it touched.
“You know what? I think I’m really going to like England,” Dawn revealed and Harry looked up from his tea, their eyes making contact causing her face to heat up. “...you know, from what you’ve told me.”
Harry looked pensive for a moment and was about to open up to say something, when Dawn’s stomach gave a loud, interruptive rumble to remind her dinner was fast approaching.
“I think you’re stomach is trying to tell us something.”
Dawn glanced at her watch and looked back up dejectedly. "I should probably head back up, not sure when Buffy will be back – she'd probably freak and get half the city looking for me if she got back before me and I wasn't there, she's like that."
“It’s good to have someone like that to watch out for you,” Harry pointed out with a tinge of sadness to his voice.
“Well...” she trailed off with a poignant smile, knowing their time together was coming to an end.
"I can walk you back upstairs," Harry offered eagerly, not ready to say goodbye yet, even if it was delaying the inevitable for only a few more moments. "Make sure you get back their safe and sound."
“Yes, I can see how dangerous hotel corridors can be,” Dawn joked as they got up and headed in the direction of the stairs.
“You did seem to make it look quite dangerous earlier.”
“Touché,” she replied as they ascended the stairs together.
Only moments later they had climbed up a few levels and found themselves in front of Dawn's room, as Dawn riffled through her bag and produced her room key, unlocking the door but not opening it just yet. They turned and looked at each other silently; Dawn's heart began racing so fast she thought it was just about to explode inside her chest.
“So,” Dawn began falling into silence again. Come on, Dawn. You’re a big girl; you can be the one to talk first.
After another long moment of silence, which Dawn noted wasn't actually all that awkward - just full of hesitation, Dawn finally found her words. "Thanks so much, Harry, I've had the most amazing ti-"
She was quickly cut off, as Harry finally plucked up the courage and pulled her towards him, his lips landing on hers. Sure Dawn had felt an instant attraction to him when he’d been her knight in shining armour only an hour or two ago, but as soon as their lips had connected, she felt something else take her over. It was a feeling she couldn't explain because she'd certainly never felt it before, but she just went with it, not that she felt like she had a choice in the matter. She responded eagerly to the kiss, as if she almost didn't have control of her own body.
As the kiss deepened, Dawn found herself with her back pressing against the door. They eventually broke for air, but that was short lived as Dawn initiated the next contact as her arms wrapped up above his shoulders, snaking around his neck. Wow, I can’t believe this is happening.
A voice screamed inside her head.
Harry was just as much in disbelief, wondering what had come over him and how easy and right the connection between him and Dawn felt, he’d never been this relaxed or confident when it came to women. He was quite enjoying the sensation of Dawn’s hand playing with the hair at the base of his neck, when her hand suddenly disappeared; he felt a wave of disappointment. It took him a moment to realise that she’d twisted her arm down behind her and was fumbling with the door handle. Once she’d finally opened the door, they took several steps into the room, their lips never breaking contact.