Summer and Lightning
Disclaimer: Harry Potter: JK Rowling, Buffy: Joss Whedon
A/N: This is the sequel/ spin-off to ‘The Witches Watcher’. Although it is not strictly necessary, I recommend you read that first (and if you haven’t already read it, I promise it gets better after the first few chapters, it’s actually kind of readable towards the end!).
A/N the Second: For the purposes of this story, the Angel finale HASN’T HAPPENED and Fred still exists as Fred. I’m not entirely sure where this makes it on the timeline as I sorta went AU in Witches Watcher.
The Story So Far:
After the battle with the First, Dawn is able to access the power of the key i.e. she’s a witch. She becomes a watcher for six witch-slayers, including Ginny Weasly and Luna Lovegood, and starts school at Hogwarts. She starts dating Harry Potter and trying to help in the fight against Voldemort. The Scoobies come to Hogwarts and discover a prophecy- either Dawn or Harry will die in the fight against Voldemort. All the slayers, the order and D & H go into a final battle with Lord V. with a plan; Willow will do a spell to steal the magic from the death eaters. The spell goes ahead successfully, but Willow is overloaded with Dark Magic and has a ‘mental battle’ with Tara as her guide. She wins and is rid of her darkness once and for all and is rewarded by becoming a higher being (but in her dimension). Meanwhile Dawn dies fighting Voldemort, but she comes back to life (yay). Harry defeats Voldemort and much partying ensues. Now, on with the story!
PROLOGUE: SUMMER AND LIGHTNING
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Dawn Summers switched off the television and groaned in frustration. There was never anything on! When Buffy had suggested they travel together over the summer holidays, Dawn had jumped at the opportunity, but one month and six countries later she could freely admit that she was bored.
First it was Cleveland. That had been okay, at least everyone there spoke English and there was an okay shopping centre there. Then it was Australia and that had been great! After the freezing cold in England the Californian girl had welcomed the sun and sea of Sydney. It went downhill from there. Three towns in the back and beyond of Germany; Turkey and Kenya and then Andrew’s apartment in Italy. Oh joy. Oh bliss.
Buffy had practically ignored her all holiday. She was doing ‘official slayer duties’ and dating some guy called ‘the immortal’. Angel and Spike had not been happy to hear about that. Not happy at all.
The door to Andrew apartment burst open. “Ciao belle!”
“We’ll be in my room, kay? Don’t disturb us.”
The former geek led a slightly confused looking blond into his room and the door slammed behind them. Dawn shook her head, once more revelling in Andrew’s transformation from nerd to Italian love god.
The door opened yet again to reveal one Buffy Summers returning with her dinner date with ‘Immy’.
“Hey Dawnie; good evening?” She deposited a black silk scarf on one of the chairs and went over to the black sports bag that went wherever they did.
“Not bad. Are you going slaying? Can I come?”
“I don’t know, Dawn.” Buffy felt bad for her sister. This had really been a business trip and she’d had no-one to talk to or hang out with. “Alright, but stay behind me.”
“Okay, okay!” Dawn rolled her eyes. It wasn’t as if she’d never faced anything before, but Buffy was trying to limit her magic. It was quite sad to say that ‘The Big Talk’ in the Summers family was about avoiding getting hooked on magic and knowing when to run away from a fight.
Dawn picked out a sword that wouldn’t have fit in the bag if it weren’t for Willow’s Mary Poppins spell and waved it about in front of her experimentally.
Buffy watched her test out the weapon. Slaying was obviously the highlight of Dawn’s day; it took no genius to see that Dawn was bored stiff. She may be a watcher, but the politics of the job didn’t interest her and this was supposed to be her holiday, both from school and watcher business. Seeing how Dawn was feeling about their supposed bonding trip, Buffy had finally admitted to herself what was happening and called Angel in LA.
“Dawn; how do you feel about going back to America…tomorrow?”
“We’re going back?” Dawn asked excited.
“I’m not, but I can see you’re so not loving this trip, no, you’re not.” Buffy stopped Dawn’s protests. “Angel said he’d love to have you working for him at Wolfram and Hart.”
“You’re sending me back to work?! At an evil law firm?!”
“We can’t live off the Watchers’ fund forever, Dawn, you’ve got to learn the value of a dollar!”
‘Uh oh,’ Dawn thought; ‘Buffy’s on the verge of a parenting lecture…again!’
“Aren’t you coming back with me?” Dawn asked, slightly hurt, and effectively changing the subject away from one of Buffy’s long and boring ‘inspirational’ speeches.
“I’ve still got things to do here, but I can phone and you can do that apperating thing and visit your friends where I can’t see you and yell at you for using magic.” Buffy said with a smile which Dawn returned. The younger girl really had been trying to not use magic around Buffy; she knew how worried she got, but that meant that Dawn had a shiny new apperating licence that hadn’t been used yet.
“Thanks Buffy.” The two sisters hugged and went out on patrol, but then they decided that as it was Dawn’s last night they should celebrate and went for ice cream instead.
Harry tossed and turned in his bed. Another birthday had been and gone but nothing had changed. His Uncle Vernon was snoring in the next room and it was nicely accompanied by Aunt Petunia’s snuffling. He reached out for his wand, but stopped himself. Though he was legally old enough, several wizarding laws meant that he couldn’t do wizardry on or around muggles. It wouldn’t do to be expelled before his final year at Hogwarts had even started.
Dumbledore had insisted that Harry return to his Aunt and Uncle’s house for one more summer. It hadn’t been long since Voldemort was defeated and he still had followers that may want to take a pot shot at the boy who defeated him. The Wesley’s had made an offer to take him in for the last few weeks of the summer, but he had declined. The family were still mourning the death of Bill who died in the final battle and he didn’t want to intrude on their grief.
He turned over again, his thoughts going back to a certain brunette that he was happy to call his girlfriend. He wanted to see her, but the last he heard she was still travelling with Buffy. Hell; he wanted to see anyone. Hermione, Ron, even bloody Rita Skeeter would be a welcome change.
He’d heard from his friends via Hedwig that they had all got their apperating licences, but Harry still didn’t have his yet due to the normal lessons at Hogwarts being stopped due to ‘extenuating circumstances’ i.e. Voldermort. He’d been slightly disappointed when no-one had visited him on his birthday; the presents and cards had come as usual, but none of his friends had bothered to apperate in to see him.
These thoughts had plagued him every night, but, like he had done before, Harry closed his eyes firmly and willed sleep to find him.
The minute Dawn walked through her portal in Wolfram and Hart’s lobby, she was yanked off her feet and into a firm hug by a platinum headed vampire.
“Hi Spike!” The vampire continued to cling onto the young girl. “Err, Spike? It’s only been a month.”
“Don’t mind him- he’s been a bit needy lately.”
“Hey!” Spike put Dawn back on his feet and turned to his Grandsire. “You’re not one to talk, Mr. tall, dark and broody!”
Now it was Angel looking annoyed. Dawn laughed and gave him a hug before asking where the others were.
“Well, Lorne’s about somewhere and Gunn’s in his office and um I don’t really know where Wes and Fred are.” Angel said uncomfortably and Dawn got the feeling that if vampires could blush then Angel would be doing just that. “Faith’s travelling with Xander, but they’re both going to visit soon.”
Dawn perked up at that news- Xander was going to visit! “What about Willow? Buffy said she was staying in LA to find out more about her new powers?”
“She is, but we don’t see her that much. I don’t think she likes the offices that much.” Angel cast a suspicious look at the walls as if he were expecting a demon to pop out at them any moment. “Buffy said that you were going to work here, is that okay with you?”
“I guess…will I get paid?”
Spike laughed. “You ask the right kind of questions Niblet!”
Angel ignored his childe’s interruption. “Wolfram and Hart are very generous where money is concerned.” He grinned and Dawn took in his appearance. While he was always pretty well dressed, now he was covered in the top designers blackest outfits. “We thought you could help out Wesley with the books… and stuff.” He finished lamely.
“Sure.” Dawn yawned widely. “Sorry, just the time difference makes it feel like…I dunno, late? Or possibly really, really early.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll show-“
“Come on, Niblet, this way.” Spike interrupted dragging Dawn down a marble floored corridor.
Dawn giggled; she’s forgotten how funny Spike and Angel were together. It was certainly going to be an interesting two-and-a-half weeks!
“Jade! Are you ready yet?” Felicity, or Flick, yelled up the stairs to her friend.
“Almost!” The slayer in question bellowed back.
Skylar rolled her eyes. They were going slaying, not anywhere special- it wasn’t like the evil undead really cared what you were wearing…unless it was another demons intestines.
“You’d never guess that she was the one pushing us to go out tonight, would you?” Flick said, idly twisting her chosen sword between her finger tips.
Skye grinned in response. “It’s always her; I’m surprised she lasted a week on holiday before calling you.”
“I swear she got more of a hunters instinct than the rest of all the slayers in Europe put together.”
“Pur-lease, you were just as juiced as I was when we moved in here.” The topic of their conversation bounded down the stairs. “How do I look?”
“Great,” Flick said without enthusiasm. “Can we go now?”
Jade shrugging on her jacket and picking up her crossbow propped up by the door. She looked over her shoulder to the other two slayers. “Well, aren’t you coming?”
As Flick glared and followed her friends out the door, she found herself wishing that they meet a demon that night that would explode all over Jaden. Preferably one with bright green blood that permanently stained the outfit she’d spent the last hour choosing…
“Err Wes, you do know that you’ve only got about five books in here right?” It was her first morning at Wolfram and Hart and Wes had set about putting her to work on an Ancient Sumerian prophecy.
He smirked and lifted one of the books to his lips. “Codex, volume three.” He opened the book to show her a page that was now full of the ancient language.
“That is so frigging cool!”
Oh yeah. She was definitely a watcher. “Glad you think so. Are you sure you’ll be okay translating that.”
“Sure, hey Wes- what time would it be in England now?”
“About 1AM, why?”
“I just have to call Flick- they should be coming back from their patrol now, is it okay if-“
“You can use the office phone; I’ve got a meeting to go to anyway.”
“Thanks.” After he had gone, she dialled the number for the house all of ‘her’ slayers were staying in. It rang once…twice…
“Hello?” A distant voice crackled over the receiver.
“Hey Jade- it’s Dawn. How’s things?”
“Good, it’s good to be back. I’ve been itching to slay something all summer.”
All the slayers had gone back to their respective families for the summer holidays, but gradually they were feeling the need to get back to what they were made for- slaying.
“Look I’ve got to go. Skye got herself slashed tonight and we’re patching her up.”
“What? Is she okay?”
“She’s fine- don’t worry. It only happened because she’s rusty. We’ll call you later?”
“Okay- I’m staying at Wolfram and Hart. And be careful, really, really careful.”
“We will, bye.” Dawn could practically hear the younger girl rolling her eyes.
And she was gone. Dawn put down her receiver anxiously. She couldn’t help but feel she should be back in England with her slayers instead of working as a researcher for a law firm whose reputation was shaky at best.
“Was that Dawn?”
“Of course, if she worries so much then why doesn’t she just come back instead of phoning every bloody night.”
Flick grinned. “Cause we’re supposed to be on holiday? She doesn’t feel what you, me and Skye does- and Ginny.”
“She sent an owl while we were out, I found it upstairs. She’ll be joining us within the week.”
“Cool. Do you think Luna and Emily will get restless too?” Jaden asked.
“How should I know? Maybe not. They haven’t had it in their lives as long as we have; they can probably still live without it.”
“Lucky them.” Jaden grumbled. It was a bit of a sore point amongst the older slayers how they could not reject their calling, even for the six weeks holiday they were given. First Flick and Jade had suffered the sleepless nights and restlessness in their quiet home towns and decided to move into Jaden’s father’s business flat in central London where they could patrol. A few days later Skye had joined them and now it seemed Ginny was having the same problem.
“It’s not so bad; it will be good seeing Gin again.” Flick said trying to see the up side to your life being taken over by your most primal instincts.
“I suppose. You wanna get some comfort food?”
Flick grinned and nodded so the slayers headed for the kitchen cupboards chock full of junk food just in case of emergencies like these.
Skylar lay in her bed staring at the ceiling. She’d been injured, again. She wasn’t as good at all this as Flick and Jade and she knew it. She also knew that that was why slaying would kill her.
There was only so many times that a person could face death before it ceased to scare them and it seemed that she had finally accepted her fate- she would die, it wasn’t a question of ‘if’ it was a question of ‘when’. But she still didn’t walk away. She couldn’t.
The way she figured it, being a slayer was like an addiction, a really bad one. If you tried to quit you could either come off it slowly or quit cold turkey. And she didn’t have the will power to do either- the calling was too great, the stakes to high. You can never go back, no matter how much you may want to.
Ginny was having a more optimistic view on her life. Her blood had been buzzing for weeks and she’d finally figured out why- she’d been cooped up like a lion in one of those muggle zoos. At first her mother had refused, but eventually her daughter’s pleads and wistful glances out every window she passed had gotten to her and she’d agreed for Ginny to stay with the other slayers. It also may have had something to do with the fact that she kept breaking the good china by gripping it too hard.
She was just closing her trunk when there was a knock on her door.
Molly Weasley poked her head around the door. “Ginny, love, I…you’re all packed I see.”
Ginny grinned excitedly. “Yup.”
“You don’t even leave for another five days- is it really that terrible here?” Her mother asked, hurt.
“No, of course not. I just need this, it’s been too long.”
“And now you can’t even go three weeks without fighting or killing. Where did we go wrong?”
And there it was. The argument that they’d had constantly over the summer. Ginny fought to keep her temper under control.
“Mum, we’re not going into this again.” She said evenly.
“Going into what? I just want to know why you hate your father and I so much that you’d rather go… slaying than spend time with us.”
“I save lives!” Ginny almost shouted. “Why don’t you want me to help people?”
“You’re being selfish! All we wanted was one summer, just six weeks out of the whole year when we could be a normal family.”
“And why can’t we? This is what I am, Mum- you’ll just have to get used to it.”
“It doesn’t have to be this way, you could-“
“No. I don’t want to change.” Ginny sighed and sat down on her bed. “You think I wanted all this? I wanted to be a normal witch, just going to Hogwarts and getting good grades. But it was never going to happen. I’ve accepted it, why can’t you?”
“Oh Ginny, I just want what’s best for you. This…career could get you killed. I can’t watch another of my children die.”
“It’s not a career, it’s a calling.” She muttered quietly as her mother sat down beside her. “Bill was outmatched. He didn’t stand a chance against those things. I know it’s dangerous, Mum; I’ve had to watch my friends get killed and tortured just because we were chosen. None of us want it, but we can’t turn our backs on it. We can’t just walk away and leave innocent people to pay for our selfishness.”
Molly’s eyes were glistening. She’d never heard her daughter talk like this before. She’d always assumed that Ginny had never really thought about what being a Slayer really meant. Now she could see that wasn’t true. “I’m just scared you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Me too.” Ginny admitted quietly. “In the final stage against Voldemort, there was this slayer- Myleen. She was really nice and we got on really well before. But then this death eater shot a curse at me. I ducked, but Myleen was standing right beside me, she died, because I lived if that makes sense.”
Molly nodded. “It does. I know that probably makes you feel guilty, even though you have no reason to. I feel sorry for the girl, and her family- but I’m so glad you ducked, Ginny. If I let you go, then you have to promise me that you’ll never stop ducking.”
“I promise.” Ginny giggled slightly. “We sound pretty stupid right now.”
“I don’t care.” Molly declared. “I’m not going to pretend that I approve of your lifestyle choice, but I’m willing to try and accept it.”
They hugged; the fighting between them seemed to be over, for now at least.
Molly laughed. “I need you Ginny; you’re my only escape from all the testosterone that’s constantly floating around this house.”
“There done!” Dawn leaned back in her chair feeling pleased with herself. She’d just finished translating a rather tricky ancient Sumerian text into modern English.
The date on Wesley’s desk calendar jumped out at her. Oh no, it couldn’t be that time already? Where had all the days gone?
She slapped her forehead with her palm. “Shit, shit, shit.”
How could she have forgotten? It was gonna take some major work to cover up this latest cock up, she just hoped she could do it in time…
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