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.
