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Meeting in the library.

Part One.

Great library of England the next day 2010

Upon arriving to work the next morning Hermione was surprise to find Mr. Giles had brought his assistant. She was a young American woman near her own age. Hermione was surprised that his assistant wasn't a bit closer to his age. She wasn't British. This woman, Dawn as she was introduced, was uncommonly smart. She knew about demons, prophecies, and dead languages. She knew a lot of stuff like Hermione knew magic, Hogwarts, and Defense against the Dark Arts. But why did Dawn know all of this? She was a muggle and muggles don't normally believe in these type of things. Yet, she was fluent in her pronunciation; knew right where to look for prophecies; could tell you the attributes of most demons, that and she knew they don't teach this kind of thing in muggle schools or universities.

"It's simply amazing." Giles commented. "Where did you say you got these volumes?"

"They belong to a private collector." Hermione lied. "She's very eccentric. But she gave me permission to borrow them removing them from off her estate for this meeting. I'm sorry, but they have to go back in a couple of days."

"We can learn a lot from these books in a couple of hours. Give us a couple of days and we may really have something." Dawn replied.

"I also remembered some books in the stacks that might be useful. I'll get them."

"I'll help you." Dawn replied.

"Alright," Hermione agreed. This might be the chance to find out more about this young American. She thought.

They went into the stacks. Hermione began looking for and handing Dawn book that she would pull off the shelf. Hermione was just about to start asking questions when Dawn spoke.

"So, Giles tells me you're pretty good about finding prophecies. Is it just a hobby or did you have a mentor like me?"

"Mentor?" Hermione wondered.

"Yes, Giles took my friends under his wing when we were in high school. My friend's parents weren't really there for them growing up so Giles became a father figure. Then, my older sister and I fell into that category when our mother died. He's practically taught us everything we know."

"I'm sorry to hear about your mother. What about your real father?"

"He left us just after my sister began high school. Last, I heard he was living somewhere in Europe with his secretary. He couldn't be bothered to come to our mom's funeral."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence then Dawn said, "You never answered my question. What is it that makes you so good at finding these prophecies? I mean you're not like most people. You seem to understand them and I can see you actually believe this one."

"You mean, you don't?"

"Oh, we believe alright! Once we find out where the safe spot is, we're going to save as many of our girls as we can."

"What do you mean your girls?"

"We run school for gifted girls didn't you know?"

"No. Giles didn't say. We just got caught up in this prophecy business. I didn't think to ask. so to answer your question the old headmaster of my school was big on prophecies. I got extra credit for turning in papers on them." Hermione lied even more.

"As far as believing in them, I've seen to many of them come true, so how could I not?"

"Sounds like an unusual person. What was the name of your headmaster?"

"Professor Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore and you have no idea."

Meanwhile, as Giles was looking over the new text, a dark haired man came around a tall set of book shelves heading right for him.

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find the librarian Miss Granger?"

"Yes. She's just gone to find more books for my project."

"Oh, you must be Mr. Giles. I'm Harry - Harry Potter. She mentioned you."

"Has she? Only good things I hope."

"She tells me you research Demons."

"Ah… yes, It's for my book. The book I'm writing. I'm a writer you see." Giles lied nervously.

"Really, because Hermione thought you were some sort of professor."

"Well, I am. I mean, I'm both. I run a school for gifted girls in America as well."

"So, you're a headmaster then?"

"Yes, I suppose I am. That is, I never really bothered with titles. The girls just call me Mr. Giles."

"So, you've gone native then? I mean, a British boarding school would never tolerate such familiarity."

"Yes, I suppose I have." Giles replied with an embarrassed smile.

"I guess it just shows you like your work and your students."

"I do at that. They're very bright and vibrant young women."

"I still don't understand the fascination with demons though."

"The demons are just a means to find the prophecies. The best and most fascinating prophecies are attached to demons."

"So, you don't believe any of this then? The demons? The prophecies? They're just a bit of fantasy for your book."

"Yes, that's right."

Just then Hermione and Dawn walked out of the stacks, "Harry! You made it. I see you've met Mr. Giles."

"Yes, he sounds like a very interesting Professor."

"He is that. Hello, I'm Dawn Summers."

"I'm Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you. Are you one of Mr. Giles students?"

"No. I'm one of the other founders of the school." Dawn replied

"How many others founders are there?" Harry asked.

"There are seven of us all together. Besides Giles and me, there's my sister and our four friends." Dawn explained.

"You're kind of young to be a founder aren't you?" asked Harry.

"Harry, Rowena Ravenclaw was only nineteen when she founded our school." Hermione scolded.

"Yes." Harry said embarrassed, "Sorry about that."

"Wow, you'll have to tell me about her sometime. It sounds like she and I have a lot in common." Dawn Replied.

"Maybe later, Right now seeing as Harry's here I'm guessing its lunch time."

"That it is, and I found a nice little restaurant in the area, where the food is pretty good," Harry said.

"Good enough for me," Hermione agreed.

"Lunch sounds good to me too. Should we take a break Giles?" Dawn asked.

"Actually, I have reservations for the both of us at a nice little mom and pop restaurant in about half an hour. We should leave after we finish this translation." He said.

"Alright, with the two of us working together, we should hash it out pretty quickly." Dawn replied.

"Alright then, I'll see you both back here in about one hour." Hermione said.

"Make it ninety minutes we're in no hurry." Giles said.

"Oh, okay then. See you in ninety." Hermione agreed

Ten minutes after Harry and Hermione left Giles and Dawn completed the part of the translation they needed. They left for the restaurant. As they walked down the street, Dawn noticed Giles looked concerned about something.

"What's up Giles?"

Being brought out of his thoughts, he began telling her about how Mr. Potter had been interrogating him.

"Oh, no! You told him you didn't believe in the prophecies. I just told Hermione we did."

"Well, that could be awkward should they compare notes."

"You'll just have to tell them the truth. Let them think you're crazy. If they send you to the funny farm then Buffy and I will be sure to research all the best basket weaving techniques for you to impress your new roomies with." said Dawn giggling.

"Really, that would be awfully kind of you both. I'm so touched by your thoughtfulness." Giles replied sarcastically.

"Think nothing of it." Dawn chuckled, "But seriously what will it harm if he thinks we believe. It's not like he's anyone important. Besides, didn't you say you had thoughts of inducting Hermione into the watchers?"

"Be that as it may, as far as Mr. Potter is concerned the fewer who know the better. Miss Granger, however, saddens me to think that if she doesn't believe me. She will be as doomed as the other clueless people on the planet."

"But, she does believe in prophecies. The headmaster of her school taught her how to look them up. She had seen some of them come to pass."

"Did you by any chance catch the name of this headmaster?"

"Yeah, she did tell me. It was an odd sort of name. Albus Dumble…something."

"Albus Dumbledore? Thee, Albus Dumbledore was Miss Granger's Headmaster?"

"Um… Yes. That's what she told me. Why are you freaking out?"

"Albus Dumbledore is supposed to be the most talented and highly respected sorcerer of our time, although I heard he prefers to be called a wizard. I don't know why. When Willow went to stay with the coven to get a grip on her powers the coven tried to beg an audience with him. No one knew how to reach him. Now, you tell me he was the headmaster of a school…I wonder if he was hiding in plain sight or …"

"Or?" Dawn prodded.

"Or if he was teaching his craft to others… call Willow tell her what we found out. See if she can find out anything on Miss Granger and this Harry Potter as well. They had mentioned that they went to the same school. It might be a good Idea to have Willow put in a call to the coven as well."

TBC…