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Summary: (Abandoned) After the finale, the Sunnydale crew along goes off to England for a respite. Slashiness.

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Harry Potter > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Other(Past Donor)JoyfulFR1537,9240112,11716 Dec 0416 Dec 04No


Title: Requiescere (1/)

Author: Joyful (

Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy, Charmed, or Harry Potter. I promise. Please don’t sue?

Summary: After a hard year, life is regrouping at Hogwarts for healing and control.

Time-setting: Post season-7 for Buffy, mid or post season 6 for Charmed, year 6 for HP.

Notes: For Kate R.

Feedback: Oh please! I’ll throw myself at your feet if you do!


Harry got up on the train, after farewells, and sat with Ginny and Luna and Neville, joking and laughing about everything. It had taken Harry a few months to start to smile again, but he was passing his grieving period well enough.

“Harry!” Luna squealed. “Any bogey encounters this summer?”

“Not really.”

“That’s good,” Luna said, sitting down and opening up her copy of The Quibbler, which she proceeded to read upside down. Hermione and Ron nodded to their friends, and headed back to the Prefect car. On their way, they passed a car full of very tired people that neither of them recognized. A girl about their age was curled up around a man with bleached hair, silent tears on her cheeks. A dark-haired man with an eye patch had his arm around two girls, one a red-head, and the other with a sort of honey-blonde hair.

“Wait,” Ron said. “I know her. That’s my cousin, from America.” Hermione followed her friend into the car as he laid her hand on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Willow?” he said quietly. She stirred.

“I know you,” she said quietly as she woke up slowly. In that time, Hermione looked around the large car at the others. Another redhead was curled around another man with dark hair, who also looked scarred and war-torn. An older man had his arms wrapped around another man of the same age who was shaking and sobbing quietly in his sleep.

“Shhh, Ethan, it’s all right,” Giles said. “No more soldiers, I promise.”

“Ronnie?” Willow asked, shaking the cobwebs out of her head. “That’s right, you go to school here, don’t you?”

“Yah, I do. What are you doing here?”

“Sunnydale’s a crater. All of the Slayers have gone off to learn the source of themselves, to train, and all that. But we need a safe place to regroup, to heal, and to learn control our power. Oh, I’m sorry, where are my manners?” Willow sat up and hugged her cousin.

“You remember Xander from my letters, right?” Ron nodded. “This is Amy.”

“The girl who got turned into a rat?” Amy nodded.

“I had a pet rat that was really an evil wizard pretending to be a rat.”

“I don’t know why anybody would want to be a rat.” she made a face.

“This is Paige Matthews, and her boyfriend Richard.” Hermione stepped up to the other redhead tentatively.

“I think I’ve read about you. You’re a Charmed One, aren’t you?” Paige nodded. Willow continued her introductions.

“That’s Spike and Dawn, and that’s Giles and Ethan.”

“Is he alright?” Hermione asked quietly.

“He will be, I hope. He was taken prisoner by soldiers who bound his magic and performed experiments on him. When he finally got out, he was a mess. You must be Hermione Granger. Ronnie told me a lot about you.” Ron blushed to match his hair.

“Are you all witches and wizards?” Hermione asked.

“For the most part. Giles and Ethan are mages, Spike attended Hogwarts about, what, 130 years ago?” the blond vampire nodded. “Spike’s, well, he’s a vampire, but he doesn’t hurt people anymore.”

“I’m a civilian,” Xander said.

“A muggle?” Hermione asked, and Xander nodded. “Done a few spells here and there, but I’m not a big fan of magic.” Ron knew that Hermione had a million questions, but he saw the exhaustion in their faces.

“All right, Will, we’re going to let you get some rest now,” Ron said, pulling Hermione out of the car.

“’Mione, they’re coming for a respite, all right? Just, leave them be for a while, and I’m sure they can answer all of your questions in time.” Hermione sighed, and settled into the Prefect’s car.


Dawn climbed the steps into Dumbledore’s office alongside Spike, who kept his promise to protect her very close to his heart. The others had already been given their rooms, and were settling down to just sleep. There would be exploring and introductions and lessons in the future, but for now, the Californians were all resting.

“Well, Miss Summers, let’s see where you belong,” Professor Dumbledore said, placing the Sorting Hat on her head. They were about to have the official First-year sorting, but Dumbledore didn’t want to put the Girl Who Never Was in the same spotlight the Boy Who Lived had been forced into.

“Alright, let’s see. You have a great mind, you’d do well in Ravenclaw; you’re loyal and would make a good Hufflepuff; you have ambition-- a need to survive and to thrive, and would make a good Slytherin.” Spike glared at the hat. He himself had been a Ravenclaw, all those years ago. “But on that note--- Gryffindor!”

“Is that a good house?” Dawn asked. Dumbledore nodded.

“Platelet, it means you’re brave. You’ll do well there.” Dawn nodded.

“All right.” She didn’t feel very brave. In fact she felt very intimidated. Instinctively, her hand wrapped around the hilt of the short saber that hung at her waist.

“Dawn,” Professor Dumbledore said gently. “I don’t think you should take this in with you, do you have the wand that was made for you?” she nodded again, “then you should be fine, let go of the sword.” Dawn relented, and Dumbledore sent the saber off to Dawn’s bedroom. She looked down at her blue jeans and her pink top.

“Am I going to stick out?” she wondered. “I don’t have any robes.”

“We’ll get you some, Nibblet, don’t worry. Do you want to meet your housemates?”

“I guess.”

“Let’s all go down to the Great Hall, then.” Dumbledore led the way, Dawn hanging tight to her vampire protector.

“Gryffindors wear red and gold, ‘bit,” Spike said, and Dawn wrinkled her nose as he led her to the Gryffindor table.

“Those colors do nothing for my complexion,” Dawn pouted. Hermione smiled.

“Dawn, right?”

“Yeah. The Headmaster dude just sorted me into this house, and he made me put my sword away,” she pouted.


“Yeah, it’s like my lifeline. That and my crossbow. And my axe.” The Gryffindors around her were wide-eyed.

“Ye’ve got me, Nibblet, chipless and at your service.” Dawn smiled.

“I know.” Ron looked at Ginny.

“She came from Sunnydale, Willow’s here.”

“Really?” Ginny squealed. The American witch was her favorite cousin by far. The Key nodded. They were all quiet for the Sorting, and then Dawn ate a bit of food.

“So tired,” Dawn said, laying her head on the table. Grief for the past events hit her in waves, She fell asleep.

“Is she all right?” Harry asked.

“I hope she will be. She’s lost everyone she’s cared about on a few occasions. She has to deal with finding out she’s not really human, and that because of her, people were killed. You’re the Boy Who Lived, right?” Harry nodded, though he hated the title.

“Well this is the Girl Who Never Was.” Hermione’s eyes widened.

“Then she’s the Key?”

“Technically. But she’s also Dawn Aurora Summers. She’s a person, and don’t you forget it.” Spike scooped her up and carried her off to her room.


Dawn slept for what seemed like years. They all did, save for Spike, who watched over his ‘children‘, alternating from one room to the next. The nightmares were abundant. Hermione heard Dawn screaming in her sleep, and quickly cast a silencing spell, before she was the talk of the school. Gryffindors look out for each other. Everybody seemed to be sleeping sound, so Spike went down to the Gryff common room.

“Excuse me, Mr. . . Spike,” Harry said. “But other than you, none of the group you arrived with have left their rooms for three days. Is everything okay?” Harry was genuinely concerned.

“After Sirius Black died, how long did you stay in your room at the Dursleys’?” Harry looked surprised, but answered truthfully.

“Weeks. Almost the whole summer. How do you know that?”

“I know a lot about you, Harold James Potter. I keep tabs on all my family.”


“Yep. Before I became a vampire, I had an affair with a muggle-born girl I met here. She became pregnant, and went back to live with her family as a muggle. My granddaughter gave birth to Petunia and Lily.” Harry’s eyes widened.

“That makes you my great-great-grandfather?” Harry asked, shocked.

“Yep. You’re my kin. Which also means you have the Scourge of Europe to protect you. The three of us who aren’t dust.” Hermione interrupted the familial reunion.

“Spike? Dawn’s locked herself in the bathroom, and she’s crying, and I think I heard glass breaking.”

“Oh, bloody hell, I’ll be back, Harry,” Spike said, his features soft.

“Dawnie?” Spike said gently, as he knocked on the door. She didn’t answer, so he picked the lock and came in side. Dawn had smashed every mirror and dented the cubicle doors. She was screaming incoherently and throwing everything she could get her hands on. Hermione, Ginny, Lavender and Parvati stood back in the doorway, watching. Spike came up to her, and she started beating him with her fists before collapsing in his arms.

“NO! I want them back! Why won’t Willow and Amy do it? They’ve done it before!”

“Shhhhh, ‘Bit. Don’t cry, Baby. Let Buffy rest. You know what she went through the last time. It was Hell for her. She and Joyce and Anya and Tara all deserve to rest in Heaven.” Sobbing, Dawn tried to call on Osiris, only to have Spike clamp his hand over her mouth.

“Let them go, Dawn, let them rest. We all just need to rest.” Dawn was shaking, and they fell to the ground, Spike crying with her.

“I’m a part of her, Spike. They made me from her. I need her to survive.”

“Shhh, Sweet. Don’t you see? As long as you survive, she’ll live on. You’re keeping her alive. Don’t do this Bit, don’t waste away, she wouldn’t want it. She made me promise to protect you, to show you the world, and that’s what I’m going to do.” Dawn felt cradled in the arms of her vampire as he lifted her up. Hermione chased the other girls back to their rooms, and began to cast repairing spells on the bathroom. She noticed a white wand on the floor, and followed to Dawn’s room.

“Spike, is this Dawn’s?” Hermione asked, as he closed the door quietly behind the now sleeping girl.

“Yeah, she drop it?”

“I think so. White ash, isn’t it?”

“Yes, with unicorn hair and her own blood.” Hermione’s eyes widened, she knew the power in that wand.

“You’re Hermione Granger, am I right?” The girl nodded.

“I’ve heard of you. Did you know that several of your professors have written recommendations for you to be trained as a Watcher?”

“No, I didn’t. Did they really?”

“Yes. Rupes is probably going to choose you for the new Council the moment you graduate, if you continue to prove yourself as a good soul as well as a good witch. You have the deepest desire for knowledge I’ve ever smelt.” Hermione blushed.

“I-- I like to learn. Books are safety to me.”

“Well, you be careful, little one. Look for knowledge, but beware that though knowledge is power, power corrupts. Never forget that. Sometimes the knowing is worse than the not knowing.” She nodded again, and Spike quickly left the room, going to check on the rest of his ‘children.’


Spike quietly opened the door into Giles and Ethan’s room.

“’Ey Rupes. Rayne doing any better?” Giles looked up from his books to the tired man, thrashing silently in his sleep.

“A little bit at a time, Spike, that’s all I can do.” Spike pressed a chaste kiss to the Watcher’s temple.

“He’ll be okay, Rip, don’t you worry. Healing just takes time. Requiescere,” Spike said, and Giles smiled at the Latin.

“Yes, rest, I know. I just worry.”

“Don’t you worry, Rupert, just have faith. Janus looks after all his children. He, she, is watching over Ethan and watching over Dawn, and you, too.”

“How is Dawn?”

“She had a meltdown. Destroyed a bathroom and tried to call on Osiris, but she’s calmed down. She needs to stop blaming herself for every death she witnesses.”

“We all place blame on ourselves for things we cannot control. I still blame myself for Jenny, and for not noticing Joyce’s deteriorating health earlier.”

“We all blame ourselves for that. Joyce was a good woman, she was a mother and a friend for us all. But it was her time, and it is not yours, nor Ethan’s. I think just being here will help Ethan heal. Trust me, Rupert. Take him around Hogwarts tomorrow. Jog his memory, see if you can spark those bits of Gryffindor still in him. Dawn made your Ethan’s old house, you know?”

“Dawn? A Gryff? I’m not really surprised. That girl has weathered more storms in her short life than anyone else could possibly understand. I was quite hoping she’d be made a Ravenclaw, though. My old house, you know.”

“Mine too, Rip. But the hat chose Gryffindor. I also think Red, Ratgirl, and Paige will all benefit from being here. Witch-boy too. Teach them control, how to consume power without power consuming them.”

“And Xander? He must feel out of place. I’m sure Dumbledore didn’t put him in a room with Willow and Amy.”

“No, he’s in my room, but he’s practically living with his girls. The last time I checked, the two girls were wrapped around him in one small bed.”

“They both loved him in high school, though it pains them to admit it now. And he cared for them both as well. It’s amazing how fast Amy has filled in Tara, Buffy & Cordelia’s spaces all at once.” Though unnecessary, Spike sighed.

“I checked in with Peaches. Cordy’s still in her mystical coma. You know Harmony is his secretary, right?”

“Is she really? And he hasn’t staked her yet?” Giles laughed with almost no strain.

“Nope. You know, this is very sad, when you think about it. There are very few Sunnydale High alumni still breathing. Did you know that the whelp keeps a list?”


“Yeah. He has a list, in a notebook, of every person he ever knew growing up that has died. It’s six pages long, so far.” Giles exhaled sharply.

“We all deal differently. Maybe Xander needs it to cope.”

“Perhaps. Come down to supper tonight, Rip. If Dawn’s awake, I’ll bring her down, and the others as well. Dumbledore’s stocked robes in all our closets so we won’t stand out too badly.”

“I noticed you’re not wearing one.” Spike pulled his duster around him.

“It’s all that I have that Buffy is connected to. I can still smell her on it. I ain’t takin’ it off, mate.”

“All right. If Ethan wakes up, I will come to supper, maybe he’ll even join me, though I doubt it.” Spike left the two men in peace, and went to Willow and Amy’s room, where Xander also was. He pulled out robes for each of them.

“All right kids. You’ve been sleeping for three days, and I know you’re hungry, so you’re coming down to supper tonight, get it?” Spike said in his best ‘I’m the Big Bad, so do what I say,’ tone. The three nodded.

“What are the robes for?” Amy asked.

“Standard wizarding attire. That way you won’t stick out too badly. Although, as Americans, there’s not much hope for that.” Spike felt warm when they cracked smiles. He left them to get changed, and went to check on Paige and Richard.

“Hey, angel-girl, witch-boy, everybody else is coming down to supper tonight, think you’ll join us?” Paige looked hesitant.

“I can’t eat. Food just makes me think of Piper. Maybe leaving home was a bad idea.”

“Paige, if you want to learn how to balance the witch and the whitelighter, you know you need to be here. Besides, we both needed to get away from the demons and the death, and this is the safest place.” Paige nodded.

“All right, we’ll come down. Are we supposed to wear these robe things in our closets?”

“Yep. Standard wizarding dress. Everybody else’ll be in one.” They agreed to get ready, and Spike went back to check on Dawn.

“Platelet?” Spike asked as he entered her room. She was curled in a ball silently. Not sleeping, but no longer crying. He took out her Gryffindor robes and dressed her, slipping them on over her clothes.

“We’re going down to supper, Pet. Time to come with.” Dawn silently let Spike lead her down to the Great Hall.

“Good evening, Dawn,” the girls all said gently. They knew what had happened earlier, but Seamus was too thickheaded to figure anything out.

“Why is she acting like a spell backfired when just a few days ago she was fine?”

“The calm before the storm,” Amy said wisely, as the three Sunnydalites slid into the Gryffindor table. “Will, can you feel the power in here?” Willow nodded.

“Professor Dumbledore, of course, but the other sources of greatest power are. . . .” she concentrated. “You, you, you, and him.” Willow said, pointing at Harry, Ginny, Neville and Draco.

“And this one’s a young version of you, Wills,” Amy said about Hermione.

“Hope she only has my good traits,” Willow said with a tired giggle.”

“Sir?” Neville asked Xander.

“Who, me? I don’t think so. Sir was my father. I’m just Xander. We’re not too much older than the rest of you.”

“Sorry, Xander. But, why don’t you let Madam Pomfrey heal your eye?” Xander sighed.

“It can’t be done. I’ve had a whitelighter try, several healing spells, and I’ve visited Madam Pomfrey. It happened on a mystical convergence, by a very evil priest, so I’m learning to accept it,” Xander said with a sigh.

“Oh. Okay.” Paige and Richard soon showed up and sat down at the table as well.

“Hey witch-boy, angel-girl, you doin’ alright?” Spike asked from his seat next to Dawn where he was gently rubbing her back as she took small bites.

“Aren’t all male witches called wizards?” Ginny asked.

“It depends on the type of magic. I’m a witch. I belong to a coven, I practice Wicca, and I was born with my powers,” the older man explained.

“We’re all Wiccans,” Amy said. Hermione nodded; that explained it.

“So, Dawn,” Harry began, “are you coming to classes tomorrow?” Dawn shrugged.

“She’ll go,” Spike said. Dawn shrugged again, completely unaware that she was being watched from across the room.

“Who’s the girl sitting by the Mudblood?”

“I think somebody called her Summers. Dawn, I think. She’s from America. That man she’s with is a vampire, and she was the Vampire Slayer’s sister.” Draco resolved himself to write home to his father and find out more about this girl who had totally captured him.
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