Summary: When Giles discovers a new threat, the Scoobies are called once again to save the world, with the help of three teens. The threat? A dark wizard with a new type of magic and an army of evil followers. What's a Slayer to do?

Spoilers: 7th season Buffy, Half-Blood Prince in Harry Potter

Disclaimer: Alas, I own neither Buffy nor Harry Potter. Sniffle

A/N: This story will contain small amounts of femslash. If you have a problem with that, go somewhere else. The rating is subject to change, but will probably go no higher than T. That said, enjoy!

The alarm on the nightstand went off at exactly 8:00 AM. Buffy Summers sighed as she reached up to shut it off. It was July 31st, and more than a year since the collapse of the Hellmouth.

Buffy yawned and stretched, then got up to wake Dawn. Her little sister would want to help make pancakes; Saturday was always pancake-day. Italian food was good, but every now and then, good, familiar American food was better. Especially when it was pancakes.

When she got to Dawn's room, Buffy was surprised to find her up and dressed, brushing her hair at the mirror over her dresser. When she noticed Buffy, she set down her brush and turned to face her. "Giles called," Dawn said in explanation, seeing the question in her sister's eyes. Oh. Giles. Buffy's old Watcher kept tabs on everything and everyone. He ran the New Watcher's Council. But he only called this early if something was wrong, and if Dawn stayed up, it must have been bad.

"What happened?" Buffy demanded, Slayer instincts taking hold. "Big Bad? Demon? Apocalypse? The—"

"The usual?" Dawn queried with a smirk. "No, something new. He wouldn't say on the phone. He's coming over here."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Well, I figured you could use the rest!" Dawn exclaimed. "Between the Immortal and Rome's demon population, you haven't been getting much sleep."

"Dawn, could you not—?" Buffy began. Thinking about the Immortal was still painful; despite her previous relationship troubles, it still always hurt when a new one crashed and burned.

"Sorry. Just… I worry."

"Yeah, well… don't," Buffy replied, wrapping an arm around Dawn. "That's my job. 'Kay?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Anyway," started Buffy, as Dawn shrugged out of her loose embrace, "what time do we need to be at the airport?"

"Um, he said he'd take a cab," Dawn replied sheepishly. "He won't be here for another day anyway."

"What! Why not?" Buffy asked incredulously. "Big Bad, remember?"

"Exactly," Dawn replied, shrugging. "He wanted everyone together for this."

"You mean…"

"A little Scooby reunion? Yep." Dawn laughed and started down the stairs, calling behind her "Xander, Will, Faith and Kennedy'll be coming with."

"Oh," Buffy stated intelligently, following after her sister. "And you didn't wake me up for this?"

"Giles had to go," Dawn replied, glancing back at Buffy. "What," she said with a laugh, "you wanted to be awake so you could start stressing a whole hour early?"

"What?" asked Buffy as the duo reached the kitchen and Dawn retrieved the cooking implements. "Who's stressing? Not me. No, sir. No stressing in Buffy town," Buffy mumbled, rather unconvincingly.

"Look, Buffy, why don't you take a shower, relax?" Dawn asked, gesturing with a cup of flour and spilling some on her shirt. "I can fix breakfast by myself."

"Hm," Buffy almost groaned.

"I promise not to burn the building down."

Buffy groaned again, but she did turn towards the shower. A faint "But 'm not stressed" made it back to Dawn before the bathroom door drifted shut, effectively tuning out the Slayer's protests.