Buffy pushed pass the Lupin guy as the three approaching vampires' faces morphed, ready to attack. Giles stayed back, a bit in front of the other three men holding his cross up with the stake prepared in case any one of them got past Buffy.

"What in Merlin – " Giles heard Lupin breathe out behind him, watching as the tiny blonde charged at the three monsters with no hesitation. Giles couldn't help but feel a bit smug as he watched Buffy slide under and in between one of the vampires spread legs. Knocking one of the vampire's legs out from underneath him with her arm, him face-planting hard into the ground as she did, before instantly rolling back onto her feet, pushing her stake into the vampire's back. Hitting directly into the heart – the vampire exploding into dust before giving a roundhouse kick to the second's face who was charging at her. The second vampire's face snapping with a whoosh to the side, stumbling back three steps winded as Buffy landed another high kick to his chest, sending him flying back a good ten feet, landing hard on his back, groaning.

Buffy then turned to the last of the three, engaging in hand-to-hand combat, this vampire being a little stronger than his two friends but still not strong or old enough to be much of a challenge to her. Delivering a strong punch to the third vampire's face, stunning him a bit after he had gotten a couple of cheap shots in at her – Buffy took that moment. Turning to her side, yanking her spare stake from the side of her boot and flinging the stake at the second vampire who was just now sitting back up from his earlier blow, a few feet from her, the bomb of dust coming instantly as the stake hit perfectly. The third vampire took that opportunity, tackling Buffy, the both of them hitting the ground.

Buffy grunted, shoving the vampire off her as he hissed at her trying to go in for the kill shot at her neck – she could hear the alarmed yell from the Lupin guy and then heard Giles snap at him to 'stay back', and that 'Buffy had it under control'. And she did. After shoving the vampire off, flinging herself back onto her feet, doing a running kick at the vampire, and punching it in the side of the face directly after. Not giving it time to recover before picking up a smaller fallen branch that must have fallen during the few rainstorms they've had over the holidays – the caretaker of the cemetery not having gotten to it yet. The fallen branch did its job – the vampire now toasted.

Giles was too busy watching Buffy that he failed to notice two more vampires come up behind their small group, till he heard a thump behind him and saw Lupin on the ground holding his neck that had a small trickle of blood running down it. Aberforth had apparently helped shove the vampire off Lupin before he had gotten too deep to make a full punction into his neck. Albus had his wand out, stepping to stand side by side with his brother, but Giles knew it was no use – their wands will be no help to them – unless they use them as an impromptu stake, that is.

Taking that into account, Giles ignored the "Incendio" Lupin shouted, still on the ground, pointing his wand at the one vampire that got him from behind and was getting ready to lunge at the two Dumbledore's – charging forward with his own stake, rushing the vampire, who sadly for him, had not paid attention to the Librarian, having been too focused on the three other men rather than Giles. The stake went in, and within seconds the vampire was nothing but a small pile of dust blowing around the still soggy grass from the recent rainstorms.

Before the other vampire could get the upper hand on him, Giles raised the cross confidently and held it within two feet of the vampire's face – it hissing and backing up a couple of feet as he did.

"Giles duck!"

Without any hesitation, Giles crouched down, still holding the cross in front of his body – seeing a stake come sailing through the air at high speed – hitting the vampire directly in the heart who was still trying to steady himself from the cross – now dusted.

Giles sighed in relief, glancing around quickly to see if any other vampires were in their radius. After feeling satisfied, he stood nodding at the three men behind him before sending a small smile towards Buffy, who was walking back towards him. Dusting her hands off on her jeans before picking up the discarded stake from the ground, blowing the remaining vampire dust off it before shoving it back into the sleeve of her jacket. "Well done, Buffy."

Buffy huffed, "So much for it being quiet the last few weeks, huh?"

"It seems our little holiday may be coming to an end." Giles agreed.

"Ugh, bummer – was really liking the whole trying to be normal girl…"

Giles felt a pull at his heart, "Buffy…" He sighed, knowing there were no words he could give her.

She shrugged, "Yea, I know, not your fault, of course." She took another glance around the graveyard – narrowing her slayer senses in to make sure there were no more lingering vampires, or demons for that matter, that she could spot. After feeling confident that there was nothing nearby, she turned back to the three strangers, glancing at the guy who was Giles's former classmate, who was now standing and dapping at his neck – the small wound already started to clot up. "Be happy it didn't get you too deep; a deeper bite takes hours to sometimes fully clot… sometimes even needing a hospital visit to stitch it up!"

"Why didn't my Incendio work?"

"Magic has always been tricky when it comes to the Old Ones," Giles responded, removing his glasses to wipe any vampire dust that might be lingering on them off. "One – the vampires that we learned about in school are a slightly different breed than the ones you just witnessed here. The kind that you are familiar with were once witches or wizards while alive, which keeps them mostly sane and in control by having their souls still. And with them being linked to our magic, means that our magic works against them – at least that is what I am assuming with my research on the matter." Giles paused to take a breath, sliding his glasses back on and adjusting them as he did, "Two – magic here in Sunnydale is very iffy in its best of times. I find that even basic one and two-level spells we had learned in our First and Second Year needs a great deal of concentration and power to properly work while you are within the radius of the Hellmouth."

"Hellmouth?" Father Christmas (Albus) asked.

"Ah –" Giles paused. He realizing that the three in front of him and Buffy were missing a lot of information regarding Sunnydale and the supernatural outside of the Wizarding World. "Yes, Sunnydale is essentially placed on what would be… in a sense – the gates of Hell – it is what draws so many demonic vampires and demons to this town. This town is like a beacon to them, calling out to them, sometimes bringing them in herds, as you just saw. There are a few Hellmouths scattered about the world. However, those are dormant and hopefully will remain dormant. In contrast, the one here, located here in Sunnydale, is very active and very much thriving."

"How have we not heard of this from the Ministry?" Giles' former Headmaster asked.

Buffy was remaining silent for the moment, being confused herself… Magic worked fine in Sunnydale; she had seen it herself! She had fought off Amy's mom, who was a witch when she had taken over Amy's body to become a cheerleader last year! And Ms. Calendar had done some basic magic in front of her easy enough – the Halloween debacle with Ethan Rayne this last Fall. And then there was Willow, who was currently learning and studying magic and had even levitated the remote from her dresser the other night. Bringing it to them when neither one of them had wanted to get out of their beds to turn the volume up during their movie fest…. Also, a different breed of vampire that Giles had never told her about… What in the hell was Giles going on about?

"From my knowledge at the Watcher Council's Headquarters, located in London – there was a deal struck in 1698 between them and the Ministry, back when most of the public witch trials had ended – leading the Wizarding World deciding to no longer co-mingle with muggles. That deal was for the muggles to deal with the muggle supernatural troubles on their own. And for the Wizarding World troubles, to be dealt with by the Wizarding World. With that, most, if not all, info of the demonic vampires and demons were wiped from the Wizarding World history to keep it separated."

"So, these things, they are not affected by our magic?" The younger of the two older men asked.

"It's a little more complex than that," Giles dragged his hand up head forehead into his hair, tugging a little at his hair before continuing. "Our magic can work against them, however even outside of the purview of Sunnydale – it is much weaker against them and is not something you should rely on to defend yourself if you should ever come across one on your own."

"Most fascinating!"

Buffy had enough of being confused now – it was one thing being confused in trigonometry, but a whole other thing being confused in the middle of a graveyard which was her specialty. "Um right, very fascinating Father Christmas, but ah, Giles, you mind filling me in because I'm blanking here?"

"Buffy… I – ah, I'm not sure where to begin."

"Welp," she shrugged, looking around at the four men, feeling a little annoyed now, "Anyone else know where to begin?" She questioned. "I mean, you're my supposed great-grandfather – " She pointed to Aberforth. "And you – " pointing to Lupin, "Are my supposable godfather…and since Father Christmas looks so much like you –" pointing back to Aberforth, "I am going to assume you are part of his family. Which then would make you another long-lost biological relative of mine." She ended, pointing to Albus Dumbledore. "So, any one of you want to fill me in on this whole Wizarding World thingy, and why Giles is talking about a different breed of vampire – because let me tell ya, vampires are kind of my thing, and I haven't seen any other type of breed of them."

"You're aware that you are adopted? Yes, Miss…?"

"Summers." Giles supplied for his former Headmaster.

"Well, yea," Buffy nodded, crossing her arms over her chest, "My mom told me about a month ago that I was… she even had a little box filled with a few things that I had been left with; at the orphanage in LA."

Lupin gaped, "LA? As in Los Angeles?"

"Yea," Buffy shrugged, arms still crossed. "Mom said I was left on the steps of the orphanage in torn up and singed clothes as if I were in fire or some blast – also, I was left with half of a birth certificate, it signed up too... She said that the LA police and Scotland Yard tried to find my biological parents for a little over a year before giving my mom and dad the official go-to, to adopt me as theirs legally."

"So, everything appears to have been done by the book in the muggle world," Lupin said more to himself.

"Muggle…?"

"Non-magic folk," Aberforth said to her as if that would have explained away her confusion and make any sense. "I supposed you'd know them as a no-maj."

"Ah, no, I don't?" The little explanation she was getting made her more confused; turning to Giles, she gave him a desperate look, pleading for him to help and throw her a bone!

"Buffy, ah, as far as we know, is not a witch…" He was meant with crickets from the other three men, "If she is indeed a Black, she may be a squib, so she knows nothing of the Wizarding World."

"Hey, take it back, Giles!" Buffy demanded, stomping her foot, "I am not squirt or squid or whatever it is you called me!"

Ignoring Buffy's outburst and trying to hide his amusement at seeing so much of a young Sirius in the girl. Albus stepped forward, "Lyra Black was on the Hogwarts registry, well before she was born – showing signs of magic while still in her mother's womb."

"Welp, let me stop ya there, Father Christmas –" Another sigh from Giles, as he realized the nick-name Buffy had now given the 'great' Albus Dumbledore, was looking as if it was going to stick. "But I do not have any magic in me, that would be Willow's thing, her with the magic stuff – me…? I've got zilch."

"I may have a theory for that girly," Aberforth intervened. "Being a potential, with a high chance of being called, could have somehow blocked any accidental magic from happening, as if putting a wall between you and your core magic – as well as keeping you off the American Ministry's radar."

"Eh, neat-o?"

"Could that have been what kept her cloaked from us?"

"It may have, but why undo itself now if it did?"

"Oh!" Buffy tilted her head, "Could it have been the locket thingy?"

"Locket?" Lupin questioned.

"Yea, the locket that I was left with, at the orphanage in LA, where I was found…it's all gothic and old looking with a bunch of runes on it, a cross too in the center of it on both sides – fitted for a baby, but my friend Willow tried hooking it around my neck the other night and when the two ends of the chain met, it made the house and all the lights on our street have an uber meltdown – "

"– A muggle electrical power glitch," Giles added, knowing the three wizards wouldn't have the easiest time understanding southern California slang – he still found it hard understanding it at times himself.

"I don't remember you having a locket with any runes on it as a baby?"

Buffy shrugged again, "Well, the agency said I was found with it, it being tucked into the blanket I was wrapped in – or what was left of the blanket... And my mom kept it in the box with the partial-birth certificate, onesie, and the half-blanket."

"I don't remember you showing me a locket, Buffy?"

"Cause I didn't," Buffy said back to Giles, reaching over to her side to crack her back casually, then reaching down to the other side, taking pleasure in the few cracks and pops she got out of it. She definably needed to get a massage this week; she had a lot of knots scattered across her shoulders and back that needed working out. "I didn't think it that important, to be honest – so I only gave you what was left of the birth certificate thinking maybe you would recognize the print or paper type, since you're from London and apparently I am too, ya know?" Buffy shrugged one shoulder, "Plus, the power glitch happened Friday night with Will when she tried to fit it around my neck when she had spent the night. And even though it was weird, this is still Sunnydale, and both Will and I didn't think it was that weird to make a big deal about it."

"Perhaps, we can see this locket?" Father Christmas asked Buffy.

"Mmmmhh, yea I guess, but it's back at home, and I'm not sure how my mom will take having three strangers stopping by claiming to be my blood family and godfather – especially with her only telling me a month ago that I was adopted and us both adjusting to that bomb still…"

"Oh yes, of course, of course!" He responded with a light clap of his hands, "Perfectly understandable! We wouldn't want to burden or overwhelm your mother, my dear!"

"If I may interject," Giles cleared his throat, "Having gotten to know Buffy's mother, Joyce, a bit over the last two or so years, I feel it would be best to go about this a little more the muggle way before going about the wizarding way."

Aberforth grunted, "And how would you suggest that, boy?"

"A blood DNA test to prove the relation between you two and Buffy, through muggle science and technology."