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Summary: Dawn Summers is not an ordinary teen. Classified as a big ball of green energy, Dawn faces many obstacles that will shape her both physically and mentally. With positive and negative influences Dawn finds love, friendship, strength, and motherhood.

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Multiple Crossings > Dawn-CenteredfayetonicFR1544,585032,9483 Apr 043 Apr 04No

The Dream

Title: Light of Essence

Author: fayetonic (fayetonic@yahoo.com)

Authors Note:This idea has been stirring up in my head for ages. Note that this story is AU. To clear some things up, I’m upping the time line on Harry and Buffy years. This will help you understand the story better. So Harry was born July 31st 1992, meaning Lily and James perished in 1993. His first year starts in 2003. Also note that from help from Silent Obsessions forums, I assume Dawn was born in late August the month the monks created her in. I’m also setting the whole First Evil deal in 2007. Other than that mostly everything is the same.

Author Note 2: Also another reminder is that this fic is completely focused on Dawn and Faith. Credit to my beta Kaz. Without her I would be hopelessly lost.

Genre: BtVS/HP

Rating: PG-13 for now

Pairing: Dawn/Severus, Faith/?

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, Charmed,orJoan of Arcadia.All credit goes to the writers.

Summary: Dawn Summers is not an ordinary teen. Classified as a big ball of green energy, Dawn faces many obstacles that will shape her both physically and mentally. With positive and negative influences Dawn finds love, friendship, strength, and motherhood.

~*~Prologue~*~

It was a clear night but mostly everything was hidden beneath the dusty layer of factory smoke polluting the air. But if you looked closely, you could see a tall metal tower in the distance with a small figure hanging off the edge. The figure was Dawn Summers key, and sister to Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer. Dawn was currently leaning against a metal pole with her hands bound behind her back, and although no matter how long she struggled, trying to jiggle the unsteady pole, the ropes would not loosen. It would, however, leave red irritated marks on her pale but soft skin. She just wished someone would come to rescue her soon. Her wish was about to be granted, but not exactly how she expected. She recalled hearing soft but firm footsteps tread up the stairs. But as the person making them came into view, Dawn instantly recognized who it was. It was Doc-the lizardlike demon grandfather who had helped her months before. Her throat went dry, and she felt relief for the first time in days.

"You! You can help me! Untie me. Please? Help me, she’s coming!" Dawn screamed hysterically at the old man, while watching as he observed his surroundings.

He turned his eyes to her.

"Well, it seems she's running a bit late is the thing. And uh, if her Splendidness can't be here in time to bleed you…" Doc responded. He slowly approached Dawn, drawing each step like it had been rehearsed before.

Dawn whimpered realizing that the man whom had been so kind before had the same insane glint in his eye that she’d seen in Glory and Ben.

"Psst, hey kid." He whispered winking at her.

"Want to see a trick?" Doc continued smirking as he saw the look of horror cross her face. Without warning, he produced a large knife that beamed in the moonlight. For the second time this day Dawn’s throat went dry, as the relief she had felt earlier disappeared entirely.

Dawn recalled Spike trying to save her. However the blonde vampire failed, and was pushed over the edge, plummeting into a layer of bricks.

"It’s time, doll!" Doc grinned grabbing the bloody knife. It was the same knife used in stabbing Spike before.

He started with a series of small cuts to her stomach. Each cut made a thin slash through the purple material of her ceremonial dress, causing Dawn to cry out in pain.

"Shallow cuts, shallow cuts," He muttered slicing another cut. The blood flowed its way down to her toes, like a river of red. She closed her eyes her consciousness going back in time when her mother was alive, and everything was partly normal.

"DAWN" a voice slid her out of memories. It was Buffy, she was here.

Dawn could have sobbed with relief. "BUFFY!" She screamed gasping in pain. She was so happy her sister was here, that she didn’t here Doc mutter ‘‘This would be interesting.’’

Buffy strode forth, not even pausing when pushing Doc off to his death. But the demon didn’t die quietly screaming as he fell.

"Here," Buffy whispered undoing the tightly knotted ropes that left red burns on Dawn’s creamy white skin.

The blood gushed off her toes, a few drops dripping off the edge. The drops met in midair creating a small, but growing swirling portal crackling in energy. A huge bolt of lightning opened an enormous hole in the street below. Dragons flew out flapping their huge wings while spewing fire, leaving buildings in flames. Different demons hovered in the air, cackling like the wicked witch from the movie ‘The Wizard of Oz."

Buffy led the limping Dawn to the tower entrance. However, the ground rumbled shaking the tower making the two both stumble. Easing herself to stay still Dawn tried to run past her sister. She knew she had to close the portal. Before Dawn could get away Buffy grabbed her

"What are you doing?" Buffy growled tightening her grip on Dawn’s shoulder.

"Buffy, you have to let me go. Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it'll never stop," Dawn explained crystal-like tears flowing down her cheeks. Buffy stared at her in anguish until a peaceful look settled over her face.

"Dawn. the hardest thing in the world is to live in it. Be brave. Live, live for me."

"NO!" She cried.

~*~*~*~*~

"NO!" Dawn awoke, gasping for breath and clutching her racing heart. She slowly inhaled air long, deep breaths to calm her erratic breathing. Rolling to the side where her pink luminous clock lay, the numbers informed her it was precisely 2:07 am.

It had been awhile since she had that dream. She remembered that day, the fear, and the pain she felt when Buffy swan-dived off the platform. She quickly shook her head to stop thinking of past, Buffy was here, not happy but here.

"One thing for certain-," she mused putting her long brown hair in a high ponytail. "It’s going to be a long night."
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