A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. They were encouraging and inspiring! Here's where we see if you guessed right. I hope no one is too disappointed with the fourth arriving traveler.

Chapter One
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Dawn scanned the crowd of people hurrying from the plane, all anxious to finally get to their destinations.

Who could blame them? Trapped with a bunch of strangers in a flying metal tube for about a day. What a way to cross the ocean.

According to J.J., there were much better ways to travel. At least there were for the people she was meeting.

She supposed that they would not be in the best of moods, having to travel by conventional means to get to somewhere they probably did not want to go in the first place. Dawn would have to do her best to cheer them up.

It was then that se spotted the group. J.J.'s descriptions hadn't been very flattering, but they'd been accurate enough.

And upon seeing the two redheads in the group, the ones who sported hair the exact same shade as Willow's, Dawn finally understood why, when he had first met her, he had asked the Wiccan if she had been related to any Weasleys.

As soon as they cleared the secure area, and entered the part of the airport where she was allowed to greet them, Dawn launched herself through the crowd, and into the arms of the dark-haired, bespectacled boy of the group.

She'd had a few moments to think about who she'd start with as she had stood there watching him approach.

The fact that she would be hugging at least one of them had been decided the moment Buffy had given her the task of picking them up. Dawn had been sent because she was their age. It wouldn't be strange for her to be picking up a group of friends, should anyone be observing them. But if they were being watched, she didn't want it to be obvious that she didn't know them.

Hence the huggage.

But what she had not decided on instantly was just which of the four she would hug. That was the decision that she had made during her wait.

With what she had been told of the British teens, she had figured that Harry was probably the one that had been hugged the least.

Well, he'd be living with the staff that comprised Champion Industries. And because hugging was a daily occurrence at the Hyperion, Dawn thought it best to get him used to the idea from the very start.

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Harry Potter was quite surprised to find his arms full of teenage girl the moment he stepped past the security gate.

Was this a perk upon arriving in America? Did every boy get his own attractive girl upon arrival? Probably not, or Ron would have had his arms full of girl as well, and he did not.

After that, Harry stopped thinking and enjoyed the feeling of having someone in his arms.

It wasn't that she was a girl his age, and attractive from what he could see of her, although that was certainly a plus.

But it was the fact that he was being hugged at all that Harry was enjoying.

He'd been embraced before, of course. By Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Cho.

Yet it was still such a rare occurrence in his life that he tried to fully absorb every one, in case it never happened again.

He had grown up with very little physical contact at the Dursley's, and he had just spent what he hoped had been his very last summer with them. It had felt like the longest yet.

So he was relishing the human contact, having been so long without it. He might have stood there all day if Hermione's sharp, and very fake, cough hadn't turned his brain back on.

The girl was hugging him for their cover, obviously, but it was nice all the same.

He started to pull away from her, searching for the name of the girl they had been told to expect so he would not blow her charade.

"Dawn!" he exclaimed with gusto. Even if he resented the position he was in, he would still give it all he had. Maybe if the Order saw that they were co-operating, they would be able to return to Hogwarts.

"So good to see you."

"You too!" she said to him as she finished backing away. "So, do you like the hair?" she asked, running a hand through it. "I know, it's different," she told him, taking in the puzzled looks on the faces of Harry's companions and giving whoever might be watching them a reason for it. "Maybe it's a little extreme, but there's a story behind it. We'll tell you on the ride back. Hi Ron!!"

With the last, she threw herself at the tall redhead in the same way she had at Harry. At least he was more prepared for it.

"Hey Dawn!" Ron picked the girl up and swung her in a circle, setting her back down and letting her go in a move that Harry had seen him do with his sister. "Great to see you."

"You said we?" came Hermione's voice, sounding mildly jealous that another girl was being so familiar with her best friends. "Who's with you?"

"Herm, Gin! Oh my Goddess, we have so much to talk about." As she spoke, Dawn approached the girls, grabbed each one by the hand, and started to drag them towards the baggage claim, talking the whole time. "J.J.'s in the car. I tried to get him to come in, but he just wouldn't. Although, at least with him in the car, it's in the loading zone instead of miles away in the parking lot. I can't wait till you see him. He's so different since you last saw him." Dawn chuckled to herself at that, as if enjoying a private joke.

Hermione, who had always been quite quick to catch on, played along with the girl. "Really? Dawn, he can't have changed that much."

"I'm telling you he has! You guys would be hard pressed to recognize him, I swear! Here we are," Dawn said loudly, stating the obvious. "Guys, grab the trunks while Ginny and I go grab some carts."

Dawn grabbed the younger girl's hand to drag her off in another direction. It seemed that the American girl was making the effort to be equally friendly to all of them, and Ron was glad. He could tell his sister often felt out of place with him and his best friends, and he had been worried about her. At least he still had his friends with him. Ginny really had none of hers. For his sister's sake, he really hoped that not all of Dawn's friendliness was an act.

The boys spotted the trunks on the baggage carousel and muscled them off while Hermione stood watching, and tossing a helpful comment their way every so often.

As they were struggling to retrieve the last of them, Ginny and Dawn reappeared with carts that were remarkably like the ones at King's Cross. And they were giggling like small schoolgirls.

Dawn was still snickering as she turned to speak to Ron. "You didn't really want a pair of plaid pants, did you?"

Hermione started giggling as well, remembering the shopping incident from the day before. "He really did, Dawn. It took both Harry and myself to convince Ron that they were not the height of m . . . "She caught herself before she gave them away. "Mainstream fashion."

"That's it, I'm letting Buffy take you boys shopping!"

Harry laughed at the tone of her voice. "Should we be worried?"

Dawn nodded. "My sister was quite the shop-a-holic the first time we lived in LA, and I'm afraid this time she has only gotten worse."

"Uh oh, Ron, I think we're in trouble."

"Sounds like it," the redhead answered with a smile on his face.

Harry was having a good time with Dawn in spite of himself, and forgot for a moment that he didn't want to be where he was. At least it wasn't all bad.

"What about us?" Ginny asked Dawn. "I'd like to go shopping as well."

"We'll go, of course. But for us, shopping with Buffy will be fun. It's only going to be torture for the boys. They should be lucky it's not Cordelia, though!" Dawn stopped walking suddenly, the expression on her face changing completely. Harry wondered what brought about the change, but before he could ponder it any further, she started walking again.

"Never mind." She shook herself, as if trying to shake off a nightmare. "The minute she's up to it, I'm sure Cordy will take us out one at a time so she can catch up. She loves to shop."

The teen glanced up then, as her last words had found her looking at the ground. She saw that their driver had managed to get a spot right in front of the doors, which they were now just a few feet from.

He had climbed out of the driver's seat and opened the trunk, having seen them approaching. Dawn quickly glanced at their luggage, hoping that it would all fit. It was the reason that they had brought the convertible, more trunk space.

J.J. was currently leaning against the side of the car, sunglasses on, booted feet crossed at the ankles, sneer on his face, looking for all the world like the man who had been the reason Xander has christened him J.J. in the first place.

In fact, the only differences that Dawn could see were the colors in his hair, the missing duster, and the sun glinting off of his shades. She had never seen the other man in the sun.

The doors opened and the group stepped out into the setting sun, getting a look at their driver for the first time.

Seeing him, Harry realized why Dawn had found it so funny to be talking about them seeing her companion and being shocked at the changes in him.

Because standing by the car, looking every bit the angst ridden, American, muggle teenager, was someone he hadn't seen since the first term of his sixth year. And he was almost unrecognizable.

"Malfoy!!" exclaimed he and Ron in unison. The girls appeared too shocked to speak at all.


A/N #2: I wanted to stick this note on the bottom of the chapter so as not to spoil it! This is AU for BtVS season 7, and future fic HP. Draco was with the Scoobies for most of season 7, and you'll see the repercussions of that in upcoming chapters.