It had been a week, and she was already feeling the withdrawals. She had done the right thing; Harry and her were just not meant to be. She had died too many times, and seen too many deaths to not see that at this moment – they just wouldn't work. Especially now that she knew of how she put abit of herself into him when she died the first time. Oh, she could still feel him; feel the pain of what she caused, the anguish on his face whenever she entered the room.

They were now on the train to Hogwarts, and she could hardly bare the loss of whenever he wasn't near by – they were in separate carriages on the train; thousands of students in between them.

"It'll be okay sweet bit," Spike consoled quietly, embracing the stiff girl in his arms.

"I…I need him Spike," she murmured, trying to break free from the vampire's grasp – she didn't seem to have the strength to do anything anymore.

"You made this choice," he stated, squeezing her alittle bit more tightly.

"Gee, thanks for the cheer-up," she muttered darkly, breaking away from the tight hold.

"Well, someone has to bloody well say it Dawn – you did this. You asked for the break, and ever since you've been moping about. I'm sorry to sound mean or harsh, but you did decide this," he shrugged, looking towards the scenery.

"I did what I thought was best Spike," she sighed, running a tired hand through her hair.

"Bloody hell, you become more like your sister everyday – all champion like and what not," he stated, smirking towards the girl. He knew that a comparison to her sister would either thrill her to bits, or annoy her into oblivion.

"Thankyou," she whispered, enveloping the blonde into a tight hug; trying to block out the chattering girls outside their door.

"You think Harry's still going out with that Professor?"

"I dunno, didn't Parvati say something about some sort of tension between them?"

"He's quite handsome though, isn't he?"

"Oh of course, especially when he's all broody…"

"Wonder if he's still got that crush on Cho?"

"Lisa, they were pretty couply last time – I think he might have moved on…"

"You should know by now sweetie, I always get what I want…"

Spike felt Dawn tense as the chattering girls' moved down the hallway – the last sentence just staying in the air. 'I always get what I want…' that one sentence just wrapping itself around the girls' heart and squeezing tightly.

"I…I need to get out of here," she muttered, running quickly out the room.

Sitting outside one of the compartment doors, she leaned hesitantly against it – sighing as the world seemed to just grow smaller and smaller. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember the technique of relaxation Illyria had taught; one where she could feel everything around her.

Illyria had taught her a lot, and she knew the knowledge went both ways. Illyria had taught her who she was and what she could do – anger clouding her eyes as she remembered Glory. Her body hummed with the brimming power that she could feel under her skin; thoughts of the God bringing the worst out in her. She was unsure when she felt the hand on her shoulder; but she let instinct take over. Whipping around, she held the stranger by the throat and bending the arm at a painful angle. The anger still running through her veins, she couldn't hold back her strength; sending both her and the stranger though the compartment door and onto the startled students floor – debris landing next to them.

"D…Dawn?" a voice asked, putting a complete stop to her anger. Just that one voice could calm her entire body, bringing forth longing and desire – she shivered slightly at the thought.

"Um…I'm sorry…"

"Uh, Annaleise McCoy, Ravenclaw," the student underneath her whispered, watching as the young Professors' eyes darkened slightly in anger.

"Right, Annaleise, sorry 'bout that – you caught me by surprise. 100 points to Ravenclaw for still being alive," she muttered, climbing off of the frightened girl.

"Erm, it's alright…really," she stated, backing out of the ruined compartment.

"Oh and Annaleise?" she asked, her eyes growing into a darker emerald green – a cold tone entering her voice.

"Y…ye…yes?"

"Tell Ms. Chang that I do not like being talked about behind my back – if she has a question, come to me," she whispered coldly, nodding as the girl scampered away. She had recognised the girls' voice straight away as the one from outside her compartment.

"Dawn," a voice startled her thoughts, hands sliding into her own. "You're shaking," it continued, green eyes locking with green.

"I…I'm sorry," she cried, collapsing to her knees. The rush of strength had left her; her weakened state claiming her once again. Since coming back the second time, she didn't seem to have the strength she once had – as if it was locked with her emotions and at the moment, her emotions were everywhere.

"You're what?" he asked, sinking to his knee's infront of her – sinking his hands into her hair.

"I didn't…I wasn't thinking – teachers shouldn't be attacking students. It's not right, is it?" she asked, tears clouding her vision. She didn't know what was wrong with her, her emotions were all over the place – she felt as if she was going insane.

"What happened baby?" he asked, lifting her into his lap – he thanked god that Ron and Hermione were off doing some-sort of stuff. He didn't know if he could stand their pitying looks anymore.

"I'm losing it Harry; I've lost the sense to tell the difference. I shouldn't be here," she muttered darkly, glaring at her shaking hands.

"You belong here pet, you've been through enough to earn that right," he whispered, inter-twining his hands with her – he needed to distract her from her shaking, distract her from her thoughts.

"I don't know what I am," she murmured, leaning tiredly into his shoulder. She knew that she didn't belong there anymore, it wasn't her place to call upon him to heal her broken mind – but, it was all she could think of; Draco was out with Ginny.

"Of course you do; you're Dawn Aurora Summers-Black, Sirius Blacks only daughter and a very powerful person," he stated nonchantly, squeezing her hand tightly through their linked ones.

"Thankyou," she whispered, running a hand along his cheek. Stopping suddenly, she looked ashamed, "I'm sorry…"

"It's okay," he sighed, slumping slightly as she crawled out of his lap. He already missed the heat she caused in his veins – the wholeness he felt.

"I've…I've gotta go now," she rushed, almost sprinting out of the room.

"Yeah…" he whispered, his arms outstretched towards her. His whole body tingled with delight when she was in his arms, his senses alive and vibrating.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore said, his hands raised in the air. "As you can see, all our staff are back and in full force – Voldemorts' death has caused a new sense of pride in Hogwarts. A special thanks will always go to Mr. Harry Potter and Ms. Dawn Summers-Black – their bravery leading the way. Now I believe that there is a feast to be held as a welcoming to all the first years! Tuck in!"

"He's slightly…" Spike said, making crazy notions with his hands.

"The crazies are the best people Spike," Dawn shrugged, giggling slightly at what he was suggesting.

"Pft, says you," Spike mocked, imitating her like she was flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"You're a laugh riot Spike, a laugh riot," she smiled, shaking her head lightly.

"I know," he said cockily, winking towards her before turning his gaze towards the many students in the hall. "Something's going to happen…"

"Huh?"

"That blue table keeps looking towards the Chinese girl and then at the door – their planning something," he stated, nodding his head towards he Ravenclaw table.

"What…" she whispered, watching as the Chinese girl quickly rose from her seat just as Harry walked in. She watched in curiousity as she strutted up to the boy, and pulled him rather harshly down towards her – her lips covering his.

'What…' was his last thought as Lisa covered his lips with hers. He was in a daze – she looked exactly like Cho, I mean, they were identical twins, but, it felt different. He remembered the last time he had kissed Cho, that one moment where he thought his dreams had come true – but at this moment, Cho wasn't real. Cho was dead, everyone knew it and now he was kissing her sister; with Dawn watching at the head table. Dawn…Dawn!! Roughly pulling away, he stared incredulously at the girl he held at arms length. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

"Just proving a point Potter," she shrugged, ripping out of his grasp and beginning to walk towards the entrance to the hall. Looking over her shoulder, she flicked her gaze towards 'Professor' Summers, "You're obviously not completely devoted to your beloved as you look. I mean, you were inlove with Cho until she showed up – the least you could do is honour her memory by not hanging out with muggle sluts," she snarled, her eyes flashing a threatening black. She continued to walk out the hall with every eye on her; a confidence in her walk that seemed to radiate from within.

Turning his head sharply towards the Head Table when he heard a scrape of wood against concrete, he saw Dawn and Spike rise from their seats.

"Looks like you got a little competition pet," Spike stated, his eyes putting a threat into the other-wise joking words.

"I'll show that little bitch what a slut can do," she threatened, beginning to climb over the table. First, the girl kissed Harry and then insulted her! Oh, she was in for a world of hurt.

"Now, now luv, you don't wanna be doin' that," Spike cautioned, grabbing both the girls' arms and holding tightly. He knew that he couldn't really do anything to stop her if she really wanted to get away – but he could atleast try.

"Oh, you have no idea what I wanna be doin' Spike," she growled, her eyes glowing green. She glared at the vampire, before seeing the fear in his eyes.

"Save it for class," he whispered in her ear when he felt her relax, stroking her arms lightly.

"Prof. D, what year is that b…girl in?"

"Year 7," he stated, shock filling his voice. It seemed that although Voldemort was dead, evil still ran throughout the school.

"Right," she muttered, quickly stalking out of the hall – her eyes cold and distant.

"Ok, what just happened?"

"Lisa just kissed Harry," Ginny stated matter-of-factly, looking sadly towards the closed door that Dawn and Lisa just went out of.

"It's always you ain't it mate?" Ron smirked, sliding an arm around Hermione's shoulder.

"Congratulations Potter, you have two fabulous women after you – Dawn the better though," Draco smiled, laughing slightly at the confused expression the boy held.

"There was something about Lisa though…something different," he whispered, his gaze lingering on the doors. He knew what he had felt, he just couldn't believe it. She had that taint of darkness, the aura that held pain and vengeance. He couldn't help that he was slightly drawn to that.

"You have done well my child," she stated, running a hand through the childs' hair.

"When can I have him?"

"You have planted the seed my child, he will come to you. It is this…Dawn we need to worry about. Who is she?"

"She's one of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers. I heard that she's some sort of God or something…"

"What is it that she can do?"

"I'm not sure; I wasn't there for the final fight against Voldemort. I highly doubt that she's anything powerful. There was a rumour going around that she stopped the killing curse against her – but, that's unstoppable…"

"Never under-estimate your opponent darling…But for now, tell me of this boy…"

"Oh he's beautiful mother – he's so passionate, heroic and rugged. I can just see what he'd be like in bed; I just yearn for it. We'd be so beautiful together…so dangerous…"

'Harry…' she sighed, running her hands through his unruly black hair. Arching her back against him, she smiled as he groaned in pleasure, nipping slightly at her throat. Gripping tightly to the silk sheets she lay on, she moaned in pleasure as he moved inside her – his hands sliding themselves along her lean body. 'Harry…' she moaned, sliding a hand through his black hair and bringing his face down for a kiss. Sliding her tongue within his mouth, she bit his lip as she let the pleasure surround her; letting him release his own…

"Lisa," he whispered, his breathing coming in gasps. It was so real, the feel of her body against his own – it was so…so consuming. He had never felt anything like it; it felt so wrong that it was good. She felt so good surrounding him, moulding her body against him – that it was hard to ignore. He couldn't help but think of the kiss they shared, the passion that she held within her. It was so intriguing, she was a mystery to him – although many noticed her sister, they noticed her even more. She was porcelain white and had auburn hair that just curled perfectly – her eyes were also a deep brown. She was just so normal, so un-Dawn, that he needed that breath of fresh air. He needed that link to reality.

"I can make you feel Dawn," he whispered against her ear, running his hands sensually along her stomach.

"I already feel Nick," she snapped, ripping herself from his embrace. He shouldn't even be here, Spike had invited him for their class – he had no idea of their history.

"You could be on fire, you could burn," he smiled, nipping at her neck enticingly. He could already feel her begin to relax, even if it was against her will.

"I've already been on fire though," she murmured, leaning her head to the side so he could get better access to her neck.

"Not like this," he smirked, turning her head so he could kiss her on the lips. Inching her towards the bed, he let her take control – he knew her so well. She loved to just close her eyes and feel – forget everything around them, and just lose herself in him.

"Make me forget," she whispered, unbuckling his belt as she attacked his mouth full force. She knew that she would have bruises in the morning for class – but she needed to feel again. He gave her that; gave her that one bit of release.

Spike glared at the still rowdy class – he hoped Dawns' entrance would put a stop to that. Not to be disappointed, he watched as Dawn was thrown into the class – doing a tuck roll to lessen the damage the concrete floor would cause.

"Come on darlin', I knew you went soft during your time here, but, I didn't think you went that soft," a male voice smirked, walking quickly after the fallen Dawn.

"I did not go soft," she gasped, sending a punch to his jaw that sent him flying. "You're the one that's soft," she smiled happily, watching as he had trouble getting up.

"I don't recall that being said last night," he smirked, laughing slightly as a blush crept up her neck. Running towards her at an in-human speed, he roughly grabbed her around the waist, placing a chaste kiss to her neck he whispered in her ear, "I love it when you blush baby, make's me think where else I can make you do it." He ran his eyes up and down her body suggestively, before winking towards Spike and then turning to the class.

"Right class, can anyone tell me what Nick here is?"

"In-human?" a voice mocked, shrinking away from the laugh when he saw the glares from every one of the adults.

"Were-wolf kid," Nick snarled, his eyes flashing an unnatural yellowy-gold.

"I thought they only had their strength during the full moon?" Hermione asked, hearts entering her eyes as she looked at Nick. He really was quite nice looking – brown hair, nice strong jaw, a well-defined body and most intriguing of all was his eyes; they were an unnatural greeny-blue. Quite the same as Dawns'.

"Na, we just don't like to…show-off our strength as others do," he stated, flicking his gaze towards Spike.

"How'd you come to meet Professor Spike and Professor Summers?" a voice stated, drawing the cocky were-wolfs gaze towards a kid who was glaring rather harshly at him.

"I don't think thats really any of your bloody bus-"

"I saved him," Dawn whispered, stepping up to stand beside the shaking Nick. She knew that he didn't like talking about it, no one would – but she had a feeling that the whole class wanted to hear it, to trust that he was really who he said he was. "He was…he had been attacked by vampires. They hadn't turned him because they knew what he was. They had each taken their bite, about 6 or 7 in all. He was just about completely drained; the vamps had made it so he would still be alive when his pack found him but die before they could move him. They had…they had broken so many bones in his body, he was unnaturally placed," she choked, tears entering her eyes as she looked at the man she was talking about. She could see the hurt it was causing him and she wasn't sure whether it was hers' or his. Lifting a hand to caress his cheek lovingly, she let the rest of the story out, "I saved him – magically transferred my blood into him, transferred some of my power aswell. I healed his bones for him and took him back to his pack," she finished, pulling her hand back only to be caught by his. He had tears in his eyes as she looked into the blue-green colour – the pain from the past coming to light. She knew that she didn't love him the same as she loved Harry, but, it was close. He was hers and she was his.

"My pack thanked her by naming me hers' and hers' alone," he said, asking her silently with his eyes. He knew that it was a dangerous question, especially when he could feel the love she felt for the other, but he needed it at the moment. Needed to feel loved by her.

Harry watched in anger as 'Nick' held his Dawns' hand in a grasp that looked as if he wasn't letting go any time soon. He watched as the man lent down and placed a tender kiss on her lips – pulling her closely to his body. He tried to ignore the fact that it looked so natural and easy for Dawn to lean into his touch, and the fact that she let out a very low moan of want. His anger getting the better of him, he distantly heard his quill snap in his hand – just as Dawn pulled back from the kiss. Her eyes immediately went to him, and he saw the guilt and fear in them – the waiting.

"Alright, now that that little show is over…" Spike said, looking curiously between Nick, Dawn and Harry. He could smell Dawns' scent all over each boy, and the bond that connected them all. "Can we continue?"

"Who is he?" Harry asked, looking behind him as Spike left the room to give them some privacy.

"He's…he's Nick," she sighed, running a tired hand through her hair. She knew that Harry wouldn't let her get away with it that easily, but, she just didn't know who he was to her.

"Who is he to you?"

"I…I don't know," she shrugged, taking a seat behind her desk.

"You love him," he stated, walking around to lean against the desk beside her.

"He has a place in my heart," she answered warily, looking cautiously up at the un-emotional boy.

"He wasn't there," he whispered, letting a hand glide along the scar left by her last death.

"No, he wasn't…but neither were you," she said, closing her eyes tightly as she saw the hurt enter his eyes.

"No, I suppose I wasn't," he murmured, pulling his hand back and looking away from her.

"No one was Harry, it couldn't be helped," she muttered darkly, missing his touch.

"What am I to you?" he asked quietly, his gaze on the ground and his shoulders slumped.

"Harry," she sighed, getting up to stand directly infront him up. She lifted a hand towards his face and stroked his cheek lightly, lifting his face to hers. "You're my everything," she whispered truthfully, looking deeply into his green eyes.

"Then why can't I bloody well have you?" he asked, lifting a hand to her cheek to hold it lightly – his own actions mirroring hers.

"Because…because it's dan-" he cut her off by pressing his lips to hers lightly. Smiling to himself as he felt her lean into him, wanting more. Nipping at her lip lightly, he gently pulled away.

"Why can't I have you?"

"Um…ah…um…" she rambled, her eyes trained on his lips. She knew she looked like an idiot, but, he cheated. He knew how much she wanted him, and just one look could make her weak in the knee's but a kiss could just consume her.

"Why?"

Leaning into his body, she let her hands roam – touching places that she already thought were hers. Her hands torturously glided along places only lovers could touch – smiling delightfully as he moaned in pleasure. Flushing her body against his, she whispered into his ear, "You have no idea what I'm capable of…" The word was the only thing that lingered between them; Harry left standing there in shock and Dawn walk slowly away – her eyes never leaving his back. She had done the right thing, she was too dangerous for him; even if he was her everything.