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Summary: Two years after the Collapse of Sunnydale, and months after her breakup with Robin, Faith starts having weird dreams, Slayer dreams that lead her to England...and to a hidden secret community of Witches and Wizards. FR18 to be safe.

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Harry Potter > Faith-CenteredDawnieWritesFR1824,333071,7844 Jan 122 Jul 12No

Destination: London

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. BtVS belongs to Joss and HP belongs to J.K.

Faith tapped her foot impatiently as the plane taxied down the runway in preparation for take-off.

“I don’t like this,” she hissed.

“What?” Dawn asked, marking the page in her book and turning to Faith.

“Planes; I don’t like planes. And I have a really, really bad feeling about England.”

“Faith, do you want to find out what’s going on with your crazy wacked-out dreams, or not?”

“Well yeah, but does that mean we have to go to England?”

“That’s where the books are,” Dawn stated patronizingly.

“Which books? Would those be the boring ones?”

“All books are boring to you, Faith, and I know what you’re doing.” Dawn reopened her book and continued reading.

“What am I doing?”

“Trying to start a fight with me to distract yourself from how scared you are of flying for the first time.”

“I am not scared!” Faith scoffed.

“Then why are you gripping the armrests so tightly?”

“I hate you, ya know that? You annoy me greatly.”

“Glad to be of service.”

Faith huffed in annoyance and leaned her head back against the seat. England; why did that one word make her feel so nervous? Every time she thought about it, it made her stomach curl into knots. Not that the looming eight-hour flight was helping her any. She took a deep breath in through her nose, and slowly let it out through her mouth, relaxing her muscles as she settled down in an attempt to meditate, something she had never been very good at.

‘Breathe in…breathe out…visualize…’


She was sitting underneath a tree near a lake that looked as black as the sky at night. The leaves on the tree were auburn and brown and gold and there was a chill in the air, making her shiver slightly. She jumped when she felt an arm slide around her waist before relaxing into the touch.

“It’s cold out.” She muttered.

“Then come inside. The fire is going.”

“It’s too crowded in there. I don’t want to deal with all the people.” She could practically feel him roll his eyes, and then the arm around her waist disappeared and there was a warm weight on her shoulders and she smiled when she felt a warm breath on her ear.

“Still cold?”

“No.” She turned around to face him…

…and found herself sitting in a dark, empty room, the sound of hushed voices echoing from somewhere behind her.

“I ordered her not to be harmed.”


“And harm her I did not,” A cold voice answered.

“Well you obviously did something!”

“Faith, can you hear me?”

“I simply paralyzed her. It will wear off by the time you get her to the states.”

“Faith, wake up!”

Faith jolted awake, her eyes snapping open as she sat up straight to find Dawn staring at her, one hand on her shoulder.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Peachy fucking keen,” Faith grumbled. “What’s happening?”

“We’re about to land in London. You slept the whole flight; are you hungry?”

“Starved,” Faith realized suddenly, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back, smiling satisfactorily when she heard the vertebrae pop.

“We can eat in the airport if you want.”

“As long as it’s food and it’s edible Dawnie, I don’t care what we eat.”

“Great!” Dawn chirped, “I know this great little restaurant, you’re going to love it!”

“Can’t we just get some fast food or something, Dawnie? I really don’t feel like sitting around to eat after sitting on a plane for almost eight hours.” Dawn immediately deflated as the light on the seatbelt sign went out and one of the stewardess’ began giving instructions over the intercom.

“Fine; you get the bags and I’ll go get the rental car.”

“Not gonna let me drive?” Faith teased.

“Not in London. You can barely drive in America; I’m not letting you anywhere behind a wheel on London streets.”




Harry was sitting at his desk looking over some paperwork and rubbing his forehead absentmindedly when a familiar voice distracted him.

“Scar bugging you?” he looked up to find Ron standing in front of him, grinning cheekily, and he smirked.

“Don’t be stupid, Ron; I’ve just got a headache.”

“Paperwork’ll do that to you,” the red-head replied sagely.

“What would you know about paperwork? If I recall correctly you just shove yours off onto your trainees.”

“At least I have a system.”

“Barely,” a female voice commented.

“And I suppose your system is so much more efficient, Ginny?”

“Of course; then again, being a professional Quidditch player, I don’t really have paperwork, hence the lack of need for a system.” She walked over and landed a quick peck on Harry’s lips. “Hi.”

“Hey, I thought you had an early-morning practice?”

“I did. Now I have the rest of the day off. Lunch?” Harry smiled and stood up.

“I suppose the paperwork can wait until later.” Ginny grabbed his hand, pushing past her brother and heading towards the lift. “See you later, Ron.”

“So what’s on your mind?”


“Your headache? Paperwork doesn’t give you headaches, Harry, new recruits maybe, but not paperwork; at least not usually.”

“You know me far too well,” he remained silent a moment, trying to figure out the best way to word what he wanted to say. “Have you been having weird dreams lately?” he asked as the lift arrived and they both got on.

“Weird how?”

“I’m not exactly sure…”


“You’re lost.”

“I am not lost, Faith!” Dawn snapped, blowing her bangs out of her eyes, “I have been in London before Faith, I know how to get to the damn hotel.”

“Then why the hell is it taking so long to get there?”

“You know,” Dawn began, “you are really irritable today.”

“I’m learning that I don’t deal well with jet lag.” They sat in silence for a moment.

“What’s really bothering you?” Dawn asked quietly.

“What if…what if we don’t like what we find?” Faith was quiet, her voice almost child-like, and Dawn found it unnerving.

“Then we deal with, like we usually do,” she assured the older girl. “Anyway we’re here.” She put the car in park and Faith looked out her window, her eyes growing wide.

That’s the council building?”

“No, this is just the council’s boarding house; the actual offices where all the nitty-gritty happens, is located more in the actual city.” Dawn turned and handed Faith a small bronze key. “We have the tenth floor; it’s a suite with four rooms, one of them has my things in it already, so just pick one of the empty ones and get settled in. I’m going over to the office to get started on my research, maybe find something caffeinated.” Faith rolled her eyes, unbuckling her seatbelt and slinging her duffel bag over one shoulder as she got out of the small rental.

“Don’t study too hard,” she teased; Dawn flipped her the bird as Faith shut the door before pulling away from the curb and into traffic. “C’mon, Faithie, let’s go face the music.” Faith muttered to herself before climbing the short set of stairs leading into the lobby-like entrance.

“Hi, welcome to Council Housing, can I help you?” a cheerfully familiar voice asked, making Faith smile at the prospect of a familiar face.

“Nah, Dawnie gave me a key,” Faith remarked nonchalantly, causing the brunette’s head to snap up from the computer she was typing on to actually look at the person who had walked inside.

“Faith!” Shannon called, making the few girls who had been milling about look up. “It’s so good to see you, I had no idea you were coming to England!”

“Neither did I till yesterday, but my dreams have been getting a little out of whack lately and Dawn needed better research material.” Faith explained; Shannon had been one of the few potentials-turned-slayers that she had actually managed to bond with after the whole Sunnydale Hellmouth fiasco.

“Apocalypse?” a slayer she didn’t recognize asked.

“I think it’s just a smidge early in the season for that, but who knows these days.” A couple of the girls laughed before continuing on their way.

“I’ll see you later Shannon, gonna go catch some Z’s,” Faith waved as she made her way towards the stairwell. It was more common for a slayer to take the stairs than it was for them to take an elevator she had noticed, and she assumed it was a self-preservation thing; you were less likely to get trapped on the stairs then you were to get trapped in an elevator.

She reached the tenth floor and pulled out the key Dawn gave her, using it to unlock the door; the entire suite was theirs to use, and all of the doors leading to it, including the elevator, could only be accessed with the key. She wandered around a moment, exploring all of the rooms before finally choosing one across the hall from Dawn’s, as close to the stairwell as she could get. She dropped her duffel on the dresser before collapsing on the bed on her stomach, kicking off her boots and wrapping her arms around a pillow as she settled in for a nap…


She was wandering down a small set of stairs into a darkened alley, every instinct in her body screaming at her that this was a bad idea, that something wasn’t right. There was a sign on one of the brick walls, but she couldn’t make out the name, just a hand, curled into a fist with one finger pointing down the alleyway. Her entire being protesting the action, she began walking in the direction the finger was pointing. There was a noise to her left and she jumped, spinning around.

“Who’s there?” she called. “-----?” A noise behind her and she turned around again, walking in the direction of the noise despite her better judgment. “Is that you?”

“No,” a voice drawled, “I am afraid that ----- will be unable to meet you tonight.”

“Show yourself!” she yelled, trying to keep the fear out of her voice and failing; the next thing she saw was a flash of silver, green, and pale white...then blackness…

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry this took forever but my external hard drive was busy being super-duper mean to me… *pout* Anyway, hopefully my next update will come faster. No promises though!

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