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Summary: The existence of the Key has changed the destiny of the Wizarding World's 'Chosen One'. A second prophecy and meeting of the two throws both teenagers into one of the hardest tasks they have ever faced.

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Harry Potter > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Harry PotterIllusionsofBlissFR1524134,42369831,57520 Aug 1114 Apr 13No

When a Prophecy Complicates Matters

Disclaimer: 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: Hey everyone. This is the chapter when things starting shaping up and we see the first appearance of a different HP character – yay! Now that I’ve got this chapter out, I’m going to start slowing things down a little bit but will hopefully still be getting a new chapter out at least once a week, so hang in there.

Once again, thanks for those who are taking the time to read/review. I’ve noticed that there are a few people who are obviously keeping track of this story but haven’t reviewed at all. I would appreciate it if you could review, just to let me know your thoughts/feedback, even if it is only a small sentence – reviews really make sharing my story worth it and hopefully better as a result. :)

Oh, and the song mentioned in this chapter is 'The Man Who Cannot Be Moved' by the Irish band The Script.


Chapter Four – When a Prophecy Complicates Matters

The next six weeks, give or take a few days, for Dawn were spent tagging along with Buffy, Willow and Giles on their slayer escapades, feeling very much like an afterthought most of the time. Although, one of the positives was that she got to spend some quality time with Giles, mostly at mealtimes, having not seen much of him since he'd left Sunnydale. She had missed him terribly, thinking that he was always more of a father to her than her real father was, and since Joyce had died she was severely lacking in the parental figures department.

So, after getting to know London for the majority of those weeks, she was once again uprooted and forced to tag along on a road trip around England for the next few weeks and from there the other three had planned for them, once again not including Dawn in the planning, to head up to Glasgow, Scotland. The United Kingdom was beautiful, but she felt so disconnected from it all, like something wasn't right. Ever since that mysterious evening, when she’d unexpected lost her virginity to almost a complete stranger, she felt different.

How could one night change so much? She felt frustrated, as she reached into her pocket and rested her hand on the light brown-coloured piece of paper she must have stared at about a hundred times already. I’ve just gotta forget that it ever happened.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you, gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I’m not gonna move... Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand, saying ‘if you see this girl, can you tell her where I am’...” Music began to pour out through the car stereo as Dawn stared out the side window.

“Ugh,” Dawn groaned, partly at the song and partly at her painfully throbbing head, so she pushed her face against the cool glass in hope to soothe the pain.

“You okay, Dawnie?” Willow asked from beside her in the back seat.

"Just peachy," was all she replied, continuing to gaze out the window, feeling more and more dreadful by the moment.

They passed across the English/Scottish border and she heard Giles say something about it only being a couple more hours of driving to reach Glasgow. As they went on, luckily for Dawn, the song had changed to an upbeat, rock song, which was slightly less torturous for her – she just really couldn't even deal with any of that heavy, gushy stuff right now, where the song lyrics would just cut right through her.

Moments later Dawn quickly sat upright. "Uh, stop the car! Please?" she called out urgently to Giles who was currently driving, obviously more accustomed to driving on the left side of the road.

Giles promptly pulled the car over onto the gravel on the side of the road, within seconds Dawn had flung her door open and jumped out of the car and onto the grass where she regurgitated her breakfast back up; she'd had a full English breakfast that morning so it wasn't a pretty sight, the others wincing at the sight of it.

"Dawn!" Buffy called out with concern, walking over to hold back her long brown hair. "Are you okay?"

“I’ll get some water and Kleenex,” Willow said as she climbed back into the car.

Dawn wiped her mouth on her sleeve; this wasn't a time for proper etiquette, especially when she felt so horrible, and it wasn’t as if she was generally impeccable in that department anyway. "I'm okay, I went a bit overboard on breakfast this morning, I think, that and carsickness mixed together."

“Are you sure?” Willow appeared next to her again, passing her a bottle of water.

Dawn nodded, thankful to be able to rinse her mouth. "We're not far from Glasgow now, I'll be fine ‘til then," Buffy's hand lingered on her shoulder in apprehension. "Seriously, I'm fine... feeling better already, and I promise not to get all 'The Exorcist' on you in the car."

"How do you even know about that movie scene? Somebody didn’t let you watch that movie, did they?" Buffy spoke up, to which Dawn just smiled. "But anyway, you take the front seat. I've heard that's better for carsickness."

As Buffy and Giles headed back over to the car, Willow smiled knowingly as she leaned over to Dawn and asked gently, “Was it Xander?”

Dawn nodded with a small laugh, as the four of them hopped back in the car and continued on. They didn’t get very far down the road when Dawn began to feel her eyes drooping and then she eventually drifted off to sleep. The next thing she knew she was being shaken awake by Giles, still struggling to keep her eyes open and not feeling like she was completely with it.

"Don't worry, I've got it – slayer strength, remember?" she heard Buffy say and vaguely registered that she was being lifted out of the car and carried somewhere.

Dawn woke again later in an unfamiliar room; she assumed it was the house Giles had arranged for them to stay in, saying earlier that it was through someone he knew. Buffy, Willow and Dawn were all just glad it wasn't another hotel and they had seen a lot of hotels over the past few months from travelling place to place.

She felt dramatically better than earlier, having had a few hours of quality sleep had done wonders. She looked around and got up to look outside the window – she was looking down on other houses in what she assumed to be a pretty, normal Scottish neighbourhood.

She then headed out into the hallway and found her way down a nearby staircase in search of life. Looking around, she could definitely see some similarities between the layouts of this house and her old house in Sunnydale, which gave her a small pang of sadness. As she walked downstairs she could hear voices, so she followed the sound of them until she found herself in a quaint, cosy kitchen. The others were sitting around at the small breakfast table in the corner looking out on the back garden. It seemed to be very late in the afternoon, as the sun was starting to set out beyond the garden.

“Welcome back, sleepy head,” Buffy greeted clutching a cup of coffee in her hand. “Feeling better? Want a coffee or tea?”

Dawn nodded. "Yep, glad to be out of that car. I could definitely go a green tea right now to settle me down, thanks," she said, joining them at the table and they sat around for hours talking and reminiscing of Sunnydale days with Giles.


Dawn tossed and turned most of the night, her head was spinning and she struggled to maintain her footing as she got up that morning. As soon as she stood up, an unpleasant sensation washed over her and she rushed to through to the bathroom and straight over to the toilet to throw up. She felt absolutely horrible. When she finally finished emptying the contents of her stomach, she laid down on the floor beside the toilet, not daring herself to stand up just yet.

All she wanted to do was climb back into bed and sleep all day, but for the moment she was comforted by the coolness of the bathroom tiles against her heated face. The next thing she knew, she had obviously fallen asleep right there on the floor and was woken up by Buffy's calls for breakfast.

What’s wrong with me? It can’t be carsickness, she thought to herself as she slowly pushed herself up. She shook her head and decided that she felt much better and didn’t want to think any further about why she'd been ill, so she got her dressing gown and slippers and headed down to the kitchen.

“Morning, Dawn,” Giles greeted warmly. “How did you sleep?”

Dawn yawned. "Not that great, actually... uh, you know how it is when you're sleeping in a strange place. What's on today's agenda?"

"There is currently nothing much planned, you all might want to take a tour of the city or something. I'm waiting back to hear from some news from an old friend I knew through the Watcher's Council." Giles explained, looking between the three women.

As she joined Buffy and Willow at the table, there was a scratching on the small window over the kitchen sink, startling all three women, however Dawn was quick to notice that Giles seemed undisturbed by it. He simply got up, opened the window only to have a real live owl fly into the room.

"Before I meet with my friend, I probably should give you a bit of background," Giles said as the bird offered its leg, where a piece of paper was tied, in which Giles gently took off and unrolled it. "Ahh, yes, this is from him now. Oh, and he'll be here within the hour."

The women just stared at the owl, dumbstruck, not fully comprehending what Giles was telling them.

“Uh, Giles,” Buffy said slowly. “Why is there an owl in the house?”

Giles broke off a piece of his toast and fed it to the bird, which hooted happily and flew back out the window. “Well, it’s quite a long story. Willow, I may have mentioned some of it you briefly.”

Willow looked thoughtful, as if trying to scan back through all of her past conversations with the older man.

“Did that owl just deliver mail?!” Dawn uttered in disbelief.

Giles nodded, took his glasses off and settled himself down at the table because he knew he had a lot of explaining to do. "That's how they deliver mail to each other in the Wizarding World, a society of witches and wizards."

Willow’s eyes squinted in concentration as she tried to remember something. “That’s right! When I was staying here for my magical rehab, you mentioned something about a magic school – Headwarts, or something?”

Giles chuckled. “Yes, Hogwarts is one of several schools in the Wizarding World. It’s actually right here in Scotland, that friend I’ve being speaking to is obviously a wizard and has told me that there may be a possibility of a slayer at Hogwarts. I dismissed the idea of it before because I thought that there couldn’t be a magical slayer.”

“Wait, so do these people do magic like Willow?” Buffy questioned.

"Not exactly," Giles explained with the shake of his head. "Willow's magic is a form of wandless magic, whereas in the Wizard World they use wands to channel their magic; it can quite often be a more precise way of casting spells. Anyway, I became aware of the Wizarding World when I was on the Watcher's Council. The Ministry of Magic, their government, would quite often be in communication with the Council when it came to vampire or demon activity."

"Wow, that all sounds pretty cool," Dawn added, tentatively eating a spoonful of cereal, hoping that the food wouldn’t make for a repeat of earlier that morning.

The girls continued to fire questions Giles’ way; they found out that both dragons and elves really existed, along with many other magical creatures that they hadn't even imagined existed, even after living in Sunnydale. Dawn was amazed and fascinated by everything, she almost thought she was imagining things, but she somehow felt a real connection to what Giles was revealing to them. She’d never heard any of what he was telling them before, so how was that even possible? The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted these thoughts, and she watched as Giles sprang up to greet his friend. She could hear them talking in the front hallway, obviously talking about personal business because she could hear Giles offer his heartfelt congratulations to the other man, for what she didn't know.

Moments later, Giles re-entered the kitchen, with a slender man in his late thirties/early forties, with light-brown hair that was starting to turn grey. Buffy was the first to approach the pair with a welcoming smile.

“Buffy, this is Remus Lupin. Remus, this is Buffy Summers,” Giles introduced.

“Ah, the original Slayer,” Lupin noted and they shook hands. “Nice to meet you.”

Buffy smiled. “Well... I suppose you could call me that, it definitely was just me before all these other ones popped up.”

“This is Willow Rosenberg,” Giles continued, turning to add to Lupin. “She is the wandless witch I was talking about.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Lupin,” Willow greeted.

“Please call me Remus,” Lupin insisted. “I would love to hear some more about your wandless magic sometime.”

Willow nodded enthusiastically. "Definitely, I've still got a lot to learn about wand-wielding magic myself."

"And finally, this is Dawn Summers – Buffy's younger sister," Giles said as Dawn realised she was still in her pyjamas, so she pulled her robe tightly around herself before shaking hands with the newcomer.

Dawn noticed that after Lupin and Giles got into a deep conversation, Lupin glanced her way with a narrow-eyed look, as if he was debating something in his head. She immediately dismissed it because for one she’d only met the man a moment ago and he certainly didn’t know her. Geez, I’m really going crazy today, she thought.

She quickly excused herself and rushed upstairs to get dressed, deciding on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a light cardigan, noticing that even though it just the end of summer, it was a lot cooler up north.

She quickly excused herself and rushed upstairs to get dressed, deciding on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a light cardigan, noticing that even though it just the end of summer, it was a lot cooler up north. When she returned downstairs, there was no trace of Buffy or Willow. She asked Giles and he had explained that they’d decided to go for walk and get something to cook for dinner; leaving Dawn behind because she'd been ill yesterday and they thought that she should stay back to recover. She wasn't bothered by this because, to be honest, she'd didn't feel the most energetic today anyway. Shrugging in indifference, she then she went to the sitting room opposite the hall from the kitchen. It was a small room, with a few different chairs, a fireplace and a bookshelf spanning one entire wall. She selected a book at random and moved to sit in a high-back chair facing towards the small fireplace in the corner.

“Let’s go into here, where it is more comfortable,” Dawn suddenly heard Giles voice approach, as he and Lupin entered the room with the clinking of cups and saucers.

The two men sat down in chairs on the opposite side of the room, appearing to not notice Dawn’s presence as the tall back of the chair masked her from view. Dawn was about to stand up and offer to leave the two in private, however her curiousity got the better of her as the visitor spoke up.

“Before I forget, there was something else non-slayer related that I wondered if you could shed some light on before I left,” she heard Lupin say.

“Of course, go ahead.”

She heard some rustle of papers before Lupin spoke up again. "Well, there is something that has come to my attention, it involves something that is definitely not connected to the Wizarding Community - I've spent a few weeks researching with nothing to show for it, and thought that you might have heard of it. Rupert, would you know anything about something called 'the Key'?"

At the mention of 'the Key', Dawn had to stop herself from making herself known, covering a hand over her mouth in surprise; she was hanging on every word. What was this thing that Lupin had discovered about her? She sank deeper into her chair until her chin was almost tucked into the top of her chest.

"Actually, I have," Giles replied with a slight reluctance. There was a moment of silence, followed by another rustle of paper. "What's this?"

"One of the seers, that the Order is in contact with, came up with this prediction or prophecy, call it if you will. I was able to make sense of the majority of it; however the part with 'the Key' in it had me stumped... I assume it is a person, considering the nature of the prophecy," Lupin said, suddenly sounding excited to hear that Giles knew what he was talking about.

Right then and there, Dawn just wanted to yell "What's going on?" in the annoyance of not knowing what was happening, or what had been said about her in the prophecy, but she held back just a few more moments.

She could hear Giles mumble the words to himself as he read the sheet of paper Lupin had given him. Most of it she couldn't make out because it was too muffled, but her head snapped up and she dropped her book with an audible clunk when she finally heard Giles say loudly “... in the form of a child?

Upon hearing those words, Dawn felt an overwhelming unease, deep in the pit of her stomach. "What?" She yelled, jumping out from her chair.

Both Lupin and Giles' heads snapped around in her direction, startled by her sudden appearance. Lupin's gaze then moved quickly between both Giles and Dawn. "You know who this is about? I was almost beginning to think that I'd never figure out, at least not before the prophecy came true."

Although he was clearly concerned by her presence, she was surprised when Giles' eyes looked away, only to realise that he was scanning quickly ahead to the next part of the text, before he looked back up to meet her worried gaze. "Dawn, could you please just give us a few minutes?"

Dawn opened her mouth to argue that whatever it was it involved her so she had a right to stay, but she stopped herself when Giles pleaded firmly. “Please, Dawn.”

Dawn gave a frustrated sigh and immediately went upstairs and began pacing around her bedroom, the nervous knot in her stomach was getting larger by the minute. She wondered about what this prophecy involving her could possibly say, knowing it generally wasn't good news when Giles had sent her away to talk with Lupin privately. From her experience, prophecies generally weren't a good thing anyway.

I think you already know what this is about... A voice in the back of her head told her, but in the sheer terror of what it was suggesting, she buried the voice amongst all her other racing thoughts. Meanwhile, fifteen minutes that felt to her like fifteen hours, had passed and the entire time she could think of nothing else but what Lupin and Giles could have been discussing, before she decided that she could wait no longer and marched back down the stairs.

"-think that if this prophecy came true, Dawn would be an enormous amount of danger, she probably already is as it stands," she faintly heard Lupin tell Giles as she approached the door, she decided to linger there for a moment to listen.

"Knowing about it now means we could do our best to prevent it from happening, to protect Dawn from-" Giles replied but was cut off.

"I'm sorry, Rupert, but I have to say that another way of looking at it is - do we want to prevent it? This could mean the end of the war for..." Lupin paused and she could hear him move in his chair. "Dawn has joined us again."

That’s a bit creepy, she thought to herself as she apprehensively joined the two middle-aged men in the sitting room, her body too tense to allow her to sit on the chair next to Giles, so she remained standing.

Dawn crossed her arms, getting straight to the point. "Okay, so what's going on?"

Giles hesitated. "Dawn... as you probably heard just before, Remus here has brought a prophecy from the Wizarding World, and it involves you."

"What does it say?"

“The prophecy word for word says,” Giles picked up the document and adjusted his glasses. “In the time when the evil one is growing strong and when fear is at its highest, the strength of the one who’s survived him before and the created power of the Key shall combine in the form of a child to create a force, unlike any other, that will see good triumph over evil and restore the balance once and for all.

Dawn frowned. "I don't understand - can you dumb it down for me?"

Giles looked up from the prophecy and over to Lupin for help, also passing the piece of parchment over to Dawn to read for herself, she looked it over in hope that it would reveal something further but it simply said what Giles had read.

"Well, you see, Dawn," Lupin began. "In the Wizarding World, we are currently at war with a dark wizard called Voldemort – 'the evil one' as he is referred to in the prophecy."

“Which also fits in with the ‘when fear is at its highest’ part,” Giles interjected.

Lupin nodded. “And then the next part refers to two people, obviously yourself, and ‘the one who’s survived him before’, which is refers to a well-known wizard in our world - famous for sixteen years ago, as a very young child, surviving a confrontation with Voldemort, while both his parents were killed...”

Uh oh, this sounds familiar, she thought back to Harry telling her about his parents, her heart beating a mile a minute.

"Basically," Lupin continued. "The prophecy says that a child created between yourself and Harry Potter, the boy who survived Voldemort, will have to power to stop Voldemort and his followers – the Death Eaters."

Dawn was speechless did a double take, two things jumping out at her at the same time. "Wait a sec, the prophecy says that I'm supposed to have a kid! With someone called Harry... uh, Potter?"

Giles nodded grimly and attempted to put teen's mind at ease. "But now we know the prophecy we can prevent it from..."

Giles continued to talk but to Dawn it just sounded like a very distant drone, all the information was spinning in her head like a cyclone, in particular one word - ‘child’. She could feel her face draining of colour, imagining that she was beginning to look somewhat like a ghost, as the other two continued to talk. She immediately thought back to what had happened between her and Harry and then she knew.

She began to take a few steps backwards towards the doorway, the walls felt as though they were shrinking in on her and all she could think to do was to make a run for it. "This is... this is too much, I need time..." she trailed off and she flew out of the room at rocket speed, not caring what the other two thought.

The sound of her heartbeat was pounding so loudly in her ears, that she couldn't even hear her own footsteps as she ran up the stairs and back into the bedroom. Slamming the door behind her and fumbling for the lock, she made a beeline for the bathroom and proceeded to throw up for the second time that day. Thinking that Giles may have followed after her, in between waves of nausea, she started running the bath to drown out the retching and loud sobbing sounds in between. She collapsed on the floor and the tears began to flow fast and heavy, reality was hitting her like a tonne of bricks.

How can this happen? This isn’t real, she thought to herself in disbelief, however deep down she’d known it was true as soon as she’d heard words out of Giles’ mouth.

She was pregnant.

"What the fuck am I gonna do?" she cried out loud to no one in particular.

She eventually felt the nausea subside, so she turned off the running water, went out to the bedroom searching for the jacket she had worn yesterday. Once she had the very crumpled piece of paper in her hand, she collapsed over on her bed and curdled herself up into a tight, little ball. She cried herself to sleep, even though it was the middle of the day, staring at the note in her hand that simply read “I’m really sorry”.
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