All Good Things…
Elenhiril

Disclaimer:  Neither Harry Potter nor BtVS belong to me.  Enjoy!

Dawn stared at the body of her sister, still cryogenically frozen, as it had been from the day she died.  Not long after Dawn's eighteenth birthday, Buffy had contracted brain cancer like her mother.  The Slayer had attributed the memory blanks and disorientation to stress, and by the time the doctors found the tumour, it was inoperable. 
            Buffy, of course, had made no such wish as to be frozen, but she had no will, and Hank Summers had managed to talk the doctors into 'preserving his daughter until science could save her', as he put it.  And then his lawyers had sealed the deal.
            Personally, Dawn thought that it was very like turning her beloved sister into a giant Popsicle.  Sighing, she placed her hand by on the glass.  "Hey sis.  I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately.  Willow and Giles got a lead on this bad-ass Mage who has been doing some freaky stuff.  So we've been busy."  She sighed and looked longingly at her sister.  "I still miss you.  Everyday.  I guess you know, but the Popsicle company is planning and putting you on a satellite within a year. "  Groaning softly, she straightened and prepared to say goodbye.  "Hopefully this scumbag will turn up and I can come see you more often before they blast you off into parts unknown."
            "How touching," a voice drawled sardonically from the doorway.  Dawn spun around to see the man they'd been chasing for close to a month standing there.  "That was extremely rude of you child.  Scumbag indeed."  He began to circle her, and Dawn wished desperately that weapons weren't strictly forbidden in the building.
            "Hmmm…" He stroked his chin as he sized her up.
            "Newsflash buddy.  You don't *have* a beard to stroke."
            One of his eyebrows disappeared into his hair.  "You are most irritating.  So…what to do with you child?"  His eyes sparkled dangerously.  "Yes, you are a child aren't you…"
            Officially Dawn was twenty-six, but if you really wanted to be technical, she was only eleven; having been created from a mass of energy and turned into a fifteen year old.  She had a bad feeling that whatever he was planning was not going to be pleasant.
            "It's only fitting that if you act like an irritating eleven year old, you should look like one as well."  He waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal, and Dawn saw the world grow.
            She shrieked in anger as he disappeared and Willow and Xander burst through the door.  "Dawn?!"

"Arg!"  Dawn slammed the door on her apartment closed with a snarl.  They'd researched for hours and they hadn't found anything to counter the man's spell.  And to make it worse, he'd bloody well disappeared.
            The phone rang just then, inspiring a hideous oath from the girl.  She ripped the phone off the hook and hissed, "What is it?" 
            There was a pause on the other side before Giles said softy, "I'm afraid I have some bad news Dawn…" 
            But before the Watcher could finish the sentence, Anya's voice could be heard clearly in the background.  "Just tell her the guy is dead and we can't reverse the spell.  Oh, and don't forget to tell her that all her records have been altered too!"
            Dawn turned pale and sank to the ground.  "What does that mean Giles?  That the whole world thinks I'm eleven?"
            Giles cleared his throat.  "Well…" He glared at Anya for breaking the news so badly, and said, "Yes, well I'm afraid so Dawn.  Now, Xander is on his way over there to get you and your stuff before the landlord realizes that you're eleven."
            The news was like a punch in the gut for Dawn.  She'd been on her own for eight years and now she had to live with someone again.  She managed a rather strangled, "Who?" before she momentarily lost use of her vocal chords. 
            "Yes, well, Willow at the moment, at least until we get everything figured out."
            She nodded, although Giles couldn't see her.  Dazedly, she said, "I'll see you all in a little bit then I guess…" before hanging up.

Three weeks later, Dawn was complaining bitterly about having to go back to school when she noticed something really odd.  And in Sunnydale, that was saying something!  There was a small Snowy Owl sitting quite calmly on the kitchen counter.
            When she got her voice working properly, Dawn yelled, "Hey, uh, Will!  I *really* think you should come take a look at this!"

Author's Note:  So, what does everyone think so far?  Good?  Bad?  So God-Awful you have to go brush your teeth cause you puked?  I'd like to know either way.  Hopefully this will be a bit different than what's out there.  I wanted a plausible reason for Dawn to be at Hogwarts, and that was…duh.  Cause she's eleven.  Eleven was harder to figure.  The mage guy doesn't figure into the Harry Potter world, just in case you were wondering.