welcome to the disclaimer! this american pie institution known as parental guidance will cleanse any hint of sarcasm or inuendo from the lyrics that may acctually make you think! ect.ect... tbc on some cd i can't remember right now... anyway, i don't own buffy or harry or their respective storys. that being said... enjoy!
While Xander took a shower Harry sat on his bed and conjured a smooth glass ball from his trunk. While he hated divination with a passion, he'd found it easier to concentrate his thoughts through the mundane glass. He focused on frizzy hair and a determined grin, and then laughed as Hermione answered him through her own glass she kept on a chain around her neck. It was something like a magnifying glass, really large enough mount if she didn't want the weight wearing her down, but she tended to keep it on her person while researching.

"Hello love, what are you up to?"

"Harry, you were supposed to check up with me hours ago," Hermione shook her head at him and tutted. "Don't make me worry like that."

"Sorry, I got caught up, then fell asleep."

"You had time to clean yourself up, I see, before contacting me. I would hope I were more important to you that a shower Harry."

"It really depends…" Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the look on her face. "No I didn't have entrails draped across my body again. I still remember the shrieking you treated me to when I tried to hug you."

"You did that on purpose," Hermione pouted.

"Of course I did. Anyway, I have a sort of roommate at the moment and I didn't feel like having a convo he could overhear."

"Muggle then?"

"Sort of."

"What do you mean, sort of? Is he a squib?"

"No. He's one hundred percent normal, but he knows a lot about the other side of things. In fact, he's babysitting a house full of Slayers."

"Slayers? Plural as in more than one?"

"That's what I said," Harry shrugged as he leaned against the headboard, letting the orb float in front of him. "Is that unusual?"

"Harry, there is only supposed to be one Slayer. Honestly, you never paid attention in anything but DADA. It's actually mentioned in "Hogwarts: A History." I would think you'd retain something besides curses and jinxes."

"I performed a healing spell rather miraculously the other day I'll have you know. And I didn't need to remember anything in that bloody book, that's what I had you around for."

"Harry, I think you're being deceived. I don't like it, you need to get out while you still can."

"Don't be so tense Hermione Granger," a wisp of pink fluttered around the doorway as Harry looked up at the quiet voice. "Mr. Potter." Mirabel nodded once, and smiled gently as she heard Xander swear in the bathroom. "He's always knocking things down. We'll talk later, Auntie says hi." And with that warning Harry hissed a goodbye to Hermione and stowed the glass away just as Xander walked out. Wet hair, unsnapped jeans and a scowl for whatever he managed to bang his toe on, he pulled a clean white tee from his drawers before snagging on his patch.

Harry, on the other hand, was still blinking in dumb shock. Of course he'd recognized her. That bubblegum pink hair could only be related to the infamous Tonks.


The first few days after the big Sunnydale cave-in where chaotic with people from all over helping, settling residents in homes, school gyms and public shelters. The Slayers and their friends all continued on to LA after being checked out by local authorities and given permission to leave. Staying in Angels new office building was a little awkward for most of them, considering how many demons wandered the halls, so Buffy was more than a little anxious to get them all out again. She called a meeting to decide the fate of the new Slayers.

"Wow, Buff, conference room… never thought we'd actually have a meeting in a conference room." Xander scoffed at the wide open professionally public room, then turned around to take a seat, accidentally knocking over a chair. He was still getting used to the eye patch. Without saying a word Mirabel, her shiny pink cap of hair swaying as she bent, retrieved the roller-chair and offered it to Xander. She blushed a little when he thanked her, and sat next to him as he settled. The rest of the group followed suit, until everyone was sitting and staring down at Buffy, who'd yet to take a chair. Obviously they expected her to take the head, and she still wasn't sure that she should be the one in it.

"Come on B, take the bitch seat. We all know you deserve it," Faith smirked as Buffy glared at her. She shrugged, "Just say'in, you're the boss. We'd probably all be dead now if it weren't for you, as it is, you're boss."

"Here, here!" Xander slammed his fist down on the table and lead the girls in a rousing cheer. With their encouragement Buffy sat, and took a deep breath.

"So we all know that there are more of us out there. I think that the first order of business should be how we find these girls, and what do we do with them once we do? Any suggestions?"

After a fun filled five and a half hours Buffy had enough to think about to call a lunch break. After instructing everyone to be back in two hours she asked Xander to order pizza and sat down with her notes.

The most intriguing suggestion had come from Sam. The punky slayer had suggested that groups of Slayers be sent to each Hellmouth, and that more experienced Slayers and Watchers (once the new council got up and running) to be stationed there to train the newly developed Slayerettes. Along with that note there were several training programs and living arrangements suggested with some more personal than others. Lily for instance, wanted to go home. Since her home was in Cleveland, an active hellmouth, it made sense. But she was too new to go alone, and Buffy was in two minds of letting her go with a smaller group or a larger group. Sure she survived Sunnydale, but she could because of her back-up. Janice suggested teaming up with Finn's military guys. That was a definite no… maybe. She shouldn't push out a potentially powerful resource because of her own issues. Same goes with her Faith issues. She figured she could handle Faith, but she wasn't too sure of the US military. So she shelved the comment and promised herself she'd look at it with a clear mind… later. Much later.

After pepperoni pizza and a million cups of coffee, Buffy made the decision that was slapping her right in the face. And waited for her little Slayers to join her.


"So we decided to base ourselves near the largest Hellmouth, and that training groups would go out with experienced Slayers to visit other Hellmouth's, to keep an eye on things. Willow and her witch groupies would go and try to find new Slayers while the new Watcher's council is set in motion."

"Sounds reasonable," Harry commented as he piled lunch meat on a piece of mushy white bread. It was five in the afternoon when he'd roused, hungry and curious. After taking his shower and chatting with Xander a while, he'd hunted down Buffy and asked about Slayers, what they did, how they had the power, and why they were settled in Cleveland, of all places. "Not that its not a fabulous city, I mean, Tower City, Indian's ball games… ect…" he waved his hand around, not really a fan of baseball.

"Rock and Roll Hall of Fame," Xander put in as he dug into his own sandwich.

"In case you haven't noticed, we're not exactly in Cleveland. The Hellmouth is situated in a state park. So a suburb of Cleveland suited, and it just so happened that Mirabel's rich old Uncle Freddy was looking to relocate. The mansion came up for sale and the spunky little one snapped it up before anyone could stop her."

"The little pink haired one? She bought it?" Harry was rich in his own right having two separate inheritances from Sirius and his parents, but it was still hard to wrap his head around, that anyone could just negligently purchase something so huge as a mansion. He also didn't think that Tonks had that much available in ready cash. Now he was wondering why Uncle Freddy suddenly needed a different house? So many shifts of power happened after Voldemorts reign crumbled. But seeing as how Buffy wouldn't have access to that knowledge, he resolved himself to another wait.

"Pixies loaded," Xander shrugged, "which helps out in things like this. Once the councils back to full strength and settles its bank accounts correctly they'll buy the place from her, so all will be well." He didn't mention that Mirabel had wanted to donate it to the cause; he'd refused for all of them, mostly because he didn't want the teenager to be the bank that they sapped of funds just because she was available. Of course, he also imagined that she just wanted her name on a shiny bronze plaque somewhere prominently displayed. She'd grinned when he mentioned it, so he was pretty sure.

"We've got safe-houses set up all over the place, in different high-profile city's, and a number of the girls are almost ready to go set up shop with their own little gaggles of geese." Buffy nodded out the window, to where several girls where practicing down and dirty fighting, while older ones watched over to make sure that while they were fighting, no one got seriously hurt.

"It looks like you're planning well," Harry commented, wistfully wishing that his group could have looked so uncommonly competent with so little planning. Maybe then the Ministry would have taken them seriously.

"We can only try," Xander took a sip of coffee as he watched Mirabel plant a solid foot in Micka's stomach. "And hope it's enough."

Harry noticed with a wince, and cold only hope that Slayer healing was a good as they'd touted it to be. That looked like it hurt. He rubbed his own stomach and tried to forget the sound and sensation of breaking ribs. Mirabel grinned as she helped Micka to her feet. The blond was almost an entire foot taller than the pixie, but the indulgent smile on her face did not bode well for the inattention. She swept a foot under Mirabel's and pounced when she tumbled to the ground. Micka's ponytail was being ripped from her head when a sharp command stopped all the fighting in the yard. Bouncing apart the combatants gathered around the porch door Buffy had opened and called them to. Several flopped down on the ground when she told them to relax; others sat more decorously, but did not nudge the heads of the loungers off their laps.

"Family meeting tonight, eight, get homework done before hand and get something to eat. Dismissed."

With a sharp nod of her head the girls scattered, several into the kitchen to dig up food, others to their rooms to start on essays and math problems.

"She's really good at that, isn't she?" Harry asked Xander as he got things off high shelves for his charges.

"The mom thing?" Xander asked, "yeah, she is."


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