Warning: Spoilers for Half Blood Prince and OTP.
Most HBP spoilers are later in the story. The Big OTP spoiler is right in the beginning.
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Character Notes and Timeline are listed in first three chapters.
Lost Potter
Chapter Eleven
That Night
-Dumbledores Suite-
"You must not disturb me. I'm going to cast an extremely powerful locating spell to see if I can get past the wards to localize Harry's blood relative." Dumbledore admonished his audience. "Are you ready to Apparate into the search pairs I requested of you?" At the nods of affirmation Dumbledore settled himself to begin casting.
-Watchers HQ-
Willow had just sat down for a late private dinner in her room, when she felt a massive wall of magical power batter at her wards. It didn't seem like the power was trying to pierce her wards. Instead it seemed to envelope the Council's Wards in what would seem to be a detectable field.
"Pretty ingenious, short range but you will get some location info out of this particular trick." Willow increased the power of the Council's Wards to burn off the magical fog enveloping them. I better try calling Giles. He'll need to know what just happened, Willow thought to herself.
Dumbledore suite-
"Well things didn't go as smoothly as I hoped. My opponent countered my tracery and burnt it off in short order. , before I could even do more than the simplest of locations. But at least now we know the individual we seek is in a particular area of London for our search. So the Ward Netting spell I taught you will be moderately useful. All you will have to do now is cast the net and examine any locations that turn up to not exist in side the net." Dumbledore directed the assembled wizards into the pattern that would be most useful in searching upscale London.
-Xanders room-
"Dawn we can't keep meeting like this." Xander was desperately trying to fend off the encroachments of the horny teenager.
Dawn did her best coquettish voice. "Xander you didn't let me do what I wanted to last night." She said as she tried backing him in the direction of the bedroom.
Xander tried to think of something, anything that would get him out of this situation with all of his favorite body parts intact and attached, after Buffy found out... "Dawn your not of age."
"I am here in England."
"I simply can't do it."
Dawn smirked. "That's not what Anya said, Mr. Viking. Anyway it's to late now; we didn't score a home run. But we definitely got to third base last night before you passed out from the alcohol."
"It's been so long…" Xander started before Dawn interrupted him.
"Yes it was..." Dawn trailed off suggestively.
Xander was amazed after what Anya put him through that he could still blush embarrassedly. NOT THAT!" Xander visibly forced himself to calm down. "Dawn I love you but I just don't think I'm ready, not to mention what Buffy would say"
Dawn reached up and put a finger over his lips to quite him. "I'm older than Buffy was. And I've chosen someone I love and trust."
"And who has a pulse." Xander interjected, not being able to pass up a swipe at Buff's necrophilia.
"That to, don't worry about Willow or Buffy. Will is the one who helped me set things up. And while Buffy wasn't in on it, you have to admit she's a lot sharper than she lets on. She's bound to have figured it out. But Buffy chooses to not notice it until we do something that she'll have to notice. If she objected at all then you know she would have done something to keep me away from you."
"Dawn I don't know what to say."
"Tell me you don't love me, and I'll go away and never bother you again. But until you do your mine." Dawn en wrapped him in a warm embrace.
-Giles Office-
'Buffy are you sure this is a good idea?" Giles asked worriedly.
"Relax Giles. AS long as they are discreet, I'll be able to turn a blind eye to it. After all I simply must keep my California blonde impression going. If I think things are going bad, then I'll miraculously notice and put the fear of me into whoever deserves it.
Anyway Willow told me about all the minis that she's intercepted that have been trying to sneak in to comfort him. Lord only knows how many she's missed. Unlike the minis Dawn actually cares for and even loves him. The minis are just suffering from the slaygasm."
"Slaygasm?" Giles obviously wanted Buffy to explain her current butchering of the English language.
Buffy was a bit flustered. "You do know Faiths H&H theory on slaying right?" At Giles nod Buffy continued. "Well we did some talking. You know how worked up a Slayer can get after a good slay. You're at the peak of release. Almost like when you..."
Giles interrupted to spare Buffy's blushes and his own. "I am familiar with the concept. But I'd never heard of such a word to describe it."
"When you reach that point all it takes is just a nudge to send you over. And since Xander is the closest desirable male in the age range of the minis it puts him in most of the girl's cross hairs. By Dawn staking her claim as it were that will take Xander off the eligibility list, for most of the minis. Hopefully it will reduce some of the infighting that's been going on behind the scenes.
Giles was considering Buffy's points when his phone rang and he absentmindedly reached over and picked the receiver up. "Directors Office."
Willow was glad that she'd gotten a hold of Giles directly without having to do a mindlink, since she wanted to respect everyone's privacy as much as possible. "Giles we just got another attempt to penetrate our wards. This one was much cleverer than the last attempt."
Buffy saw that Giles almost visibly aged with whatever news he was getting. And it made her realize once again that her Watcher father figure wasn't a young man anymore. And that organizing the New Council, finding and locating all the new Slayers had to have taken a major toll on his vitality. "Giles, what's wrong?"
Giles motioned for Buffy to wait as he finished listening to the telephone. "Thank you Willow, I'll be sure to let those that need to know find out about this latest incident." Giles hung the phone up pinched the bridge of his nose and turned his attention to Buffy. "Well it seems our magical friend just paid us another visit as it were. According to Willow he tried a fairly novel attempt at en wrapping the wards instead of penetrating them. While he couldn't get through the protections, for whatever reason he or she has. He could locate the location of the wards." At the look of concern that crossed Buffy's face Giles rushed to assure her. "Willow essentially powered up the wards and burned off the magic involved in short order. Much like the sun eventually dispels the fog. The attempt didn't last long enough that Willow thinks they got a good fix on our location. But the general area of London is almost certainly been identified."
'So you and Willow are saying that whoever this is, keeps getting closer to whatever they want each time they try?"
"I'm afraid so. I will most likely have to increase the patrols in the local area and use Xanders ready reaction force in case this mage proves to be hostile."
-A short while later-
Snape was pacing in frustration in the alley as he had just finished talking with Mundungus. "It's curious, for such a muggle setting there are certainly a large number of warded locations around here. You would almost think that this was a Wizarding area hidden behind a muggle facade. Still we should be able to rule out the smaller and weaker wards. Only a major magical power could have short circuited the Headmasters magic. Something that is extremely unlikely to be used by some private home." Snape turned back towards Mundungus. "You're sure you've found a large warded area?" Mundungus simply nodded his head. Snape had always scared him. "Very well go back to the hotel and let the headmaster know what you've found. A warded city block will have to be investigated most carefully."
As Mundungus was hurrying off Snape had a final thought. "What was the name of the place again?" Mundungus shouted over his shoulder, since he didn't want to get close to Snape yet again.
"New Watchers Council Historical Preservation Society."
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Sorry I haven't updated in so long. But things have been real hectic. My wife's grandfather went into the hospital and we spent as much time visiting him as we could with a 1.5hr one way drive. Unfortunately Beauregard "Bo" O'Neill never left the hospital, after living for 86 years. We had to help arrange the funeral, and help grandma leave the house she'd lived in with him. She simply couldn't stand living there without him. So we had to pack everything up. Move her to her sisters' place and get the house ready for new occupants.
So with what little time I've had, I simply didn't have the energy left over to write. Hopefully things have settled down now to where there will be time. But working 2 jobs for 60 a week (it was around 70) doesn't leave much time. So I'll probably only update every other week or so now. I'll try to make the chapters longer. But no promises.