Author's Note: Dai5ycake – I don't have anyone finding out about Dawn's happy memory. I'm sure she probably told Buffy though at some point. Yes, Dawn's Key abilities can be used inside Hogwarts. Go back a few chapters you will see she used it from inside Dumbledore's office when Voldemort had Buffy. How Willow feels about Dumbledore wanting to use Buffy to sway her, I never have Buffy mentioning it to Willow. I'm sure Willow would not be pleased though. On the lawsuits, after mentioning Buffy seeking a lawyer and everything, other than on the train ride at the end of Goblet of Fire and during one chapter in Order of the Phoenix it's never mentioned again. I could try adding something during the summer before Half Blood Prince. On the Horcrux, currently Dawn is not a Horcrux for Voldemort. I could change that not sure, but with what I have written I'm not sure how to accomplish that though. I have Willow during the Order of the Phoenix going into Dawn's mind (ala what Willow did for Buffy when Glory took Dawn) and finding no connection to Voldemort only Harry, the Slayer and the Key.

Chapter 27: A Vision of the Future

When Buffy, Dawn, Ginny, Hermione entered their room and closed the door behind them. Ginny spun on her friends and girlfriend. "Did you see when you reminded mum about what happened when you found about the Key what Mom did?"

"A tear," Dawn said with a nod. "I saw."

"I think she doesn't want any more hurt to come to our family," Buffy said as she sat down on one of the two beds. It had been decided that Hermione and Buffy would share one and Dawn and Ginny the other.

"That's what I'm thinking, too," Ginny said. "She knows how bad everything has been for the both of you since you were called as a Slayer, Buffy. I think she's afraid if she lets too much information out that something bad will happen. It wouldn't surprise me any if she argued with Dumbledore about letting you into the meeting to begin with."

"I think she did," Buffy said.

"Oh… I forgot…" Hermione said as she walked over to the door and bolted it.

"Why did you do that?" Dawn asked.

"Kreacher," said Hermione. "He's Sirius' house elf. Well I guess he's technically yours now, Buffy, since you now own the house. I'm all for house elves as you guys know. But the first night I was here he came wandering in at three in the morning. I woke to find him going through my stuff. It was embarrassing to see him holding one of my bras."

"Buffy," Dawn said. "Was that everything?"

"For the most part," Buffy said. "There was some stuff discussed before I joined the meeting. But that and what I said about Willow was most of what was talked about afterwards. That and Dumbledore mentioning he had been intentionally keeping us in the dark."

August 5, 2002

Buffy woke to find she was alone in bed and that Hermione, Dawn and Ginny were all getting dressed.

"Mum said breakfast is ready and then wants me, Hermione and Dawn in the drawing room, there are loads more doxies to clean out than she thought and she's found a nest of dead puffskeins under the sofa."

"So, she has you guys doing house chores. By the time we get to Hogwarts you guys are probably going to wish we stayed in Sunnydale," Buffy said. "Dawn, after breakfast you and I are going to portal to Diagon Alley. I have to get Faith that owl. Plus, I need to pick up the key for Fred and George's vault from the goblins at Gringott's."

"Okay," Dawn said.

Half an hour later, Ginny, Hermione, Harry and Ron, entered the drawing room. The carpet exhaled little clouds of dust every time someone put their foot on it and the long, moss-green velvet curtains were buzzing as though swarming with invisible bees. It was around these that Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George were grouped, all looking rather peculiar, as they had tied cloths over their noses and mouths. Each of them was also holding a large bottle of black liquid with a nozzle at the end.

"Cover your faces and take a spray," Mrs. Weasley said to Hermione, Ginny, Harry and Ron the moment she saw them, pointing to more bottles of black liquid standing on a spindle-legged table. "It's Doxycide. I've never seen an infestation this bad—what that house-elf's been doing for the last ten years—"

Hermione's face was half concealed by a tea towel but Harry distinctly saw her throw a reproachful look at Mrs. Weasley at these words. "Kreacher's really old, he probably couldn't manage—"

"You'd be surprised what Kreacher can manage when he wants to, Hermione," said Sirius, who had just entered the room carrying a bloodstained bag of what appeared to be dead rats. "I've just been feeding Buckbeak," he added, in reply to Harry's inquiring look. "I keep him upstairs in my mother's bedroom." He noticed that Buffy and Dawn were missing. "Where are Buffy and Dawn?"

"Diagon Alley," Ginny said. "Buffy had to get an owl to send to the other Slayer, Faith, in Sunnydale, so that they could keep in contact in case Faith needed Buffy for anything. Dawn portaled them after we finished breakfast."

Sirius nodded. "I hope she is being extra careful. I wouldn't put it past anyone to attack her there, not now anyways." He turned toward the writing desk. "Anyway… this writing desk…" He dropped the bag of rats onto an armchair, then bent over to examine the locked cabinet which was shaking slightly.

"Well, Molly, I'm pretty sure this is a boggart," said Sirius, peering through the keyhole, "but perhaps we ought to let Mad-Eye have a shifty at it before we let it out—knowing my mother it could be something much worse."

"Right you are, Sirius," said Mrs. Weasley.

A loud, clanging bell sounded from downstairs, followed at once by the cacophony of screams and wails that had been triggered the previous night by Tonks knocking over the umbrella stand.

"I told them not to ring the doorbell!" said Sirius exasperatedly, hurrying back out of the room. They heard him thundering down the stairs as Mrs. Black's screeches echoed up through the house: "Stains of dishonor, filthy half-breeds, blood traitors, children of filth…"

"Close the door, please, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley.

Harry took as much time as he dared to close the drawing room door to listen to what was going on downstairs. Sirius had obviously managed to shut the curtains over his mother's portrait because she had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius walking down the hall, then the clattering of the chain on the front door, and then a deep voice he recognized as Kingsley Shacklebolt's saying, "Hestia's just relieved me, so she's got Moody's cloak now, thought I'd leave a report for Dumbledore…"

Feeling Mrs. Weasley's eyes on the back of his head, Harry turned and looked very pointedly at Mrs. Weasley. "I'm acting on Buffy's behalf. She would want to know."

Mrs. Weasley sighed, she didn't like it but she understood his thinking and couldn't fault it. "Alright," she said.

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Willow snapped out of a vision, sprawled on the floor of the transfiguration classroom, while McGonagall urged her to breathe.

She had collapsed. She was lying on the floor with her hands planted on the floor. She looked at McGonagall, stunned by what she had seen and felt . . . by what she knew . . .

"We were talking," Willow told McGonagall. "And I felt. . ." She jerked her hands away from the floor. "I felt the earth." She looked at McGonagall uneasily. "It's all connected, it is, only it's not all good and pure and rootsy . . . there's deep, deep black, there's . . . I saw the earth, Professor. I saw its teeth."

It took McGonagall a moment before she realized what Willow had felt. "The Hellmouth," she said.

"It's going to open." Willow was terrified, swaying with what she knew. Sick from it. "It's going to swallow us all."

McGonagall felt eyes on her and Willow, she turned and saw Dumbledore, Buffy and Dawn standing in the doorway to her classroom. "Albus, Buffy," she said.

Willow looked up surprised to hear Buffy's name.

Buffy immediately went to Willow. She pulled her friend into an embrace. She noticed that Dawn stood next to them and that Dawn had rested a hand on Willow's shoulder in comfort.

"Buffy, a moment," Dumbledore said as Buffy nodded. She handed Willow to Dawn and then she followed him and McGonagall out into the corridor. "This changes things. It appears that you may have your own battle in the near future."

"You think the Hellmouth is going to be acting up?" Buffy asked.

"It is possible," he admitted. "And if it does you may need Willow's help. If she can sense it from half way across the world…" Buffy nodded in understanding. "I would still like you to help Willow over the course of the next year so that she is prepared when you return home next summer. Though I will suggest that you be prepared to leave in the middle of the year just in case you get word from Ms. Lehane that something is happening now."

"I intended to," Buffy said. "Dawn and I just went to Diagon Alley and bought an owl for Faith so she can keep me apprised of what's going on. I know owl mail is not that fastest but it's what we got. Dawn just portaled it to her."

"Good," Dumbledore said.

"The reason I'm here," Buffy said. "I was thinking till school started that Willow might like some time away at Grimmauld Place."

"I have a suggestion, Buffy," Dumbledore said. "Since dementors went after Dawn, who knows what else Voldemort might have sent. And Ms. Lehane is currently without magical backup. I recommend that Sirius be sent back to Sunnydale so he can help her."

"I'll suggest it to him," Buffy said. "I don't think he will object. Before the dementor attack he was planning on staying. I think he actually might be interested in Faith, romantically. I'm sure he will want to see us off from King's Cross. So, he'll leave then."

"Good. Now there is something I wanted to ask before the start of the term. Officially you are now the Professor of Defense Against the Forces of Darkness. I would like you to retain the guidance counselor position as well." Dumbledore said.

"I can do that," Buffy said. "Maybe have office hours after the last class of the day and before the evening feast and possibly on weekends."

"That's settled then," Dumbledore said. "Now if you will excuse me, I have some Order business to deal with. I will see you at the start of the term."

Buffy stepped back into the classroom and over to Willow and Dawn. "Hey, Will."

"Buffy," Willow said as she and Dawn stood up. "I'm sorry."

"I know," Buffy said. "Hey how would you like to head back with Dawn and I. Get out of here for a couple weeks till we have to return at the start term."

"I'd like that," Willow said smiling.

"Maybe we can get in a game of chess," Dawn said. "I miss my chess partner."

Willow smiled at Dawn as she hugged the teenager. "I'd love that, Dawnie."

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Buffy, Dawn and Willow returned to the headquarters just as Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Fred and George finished de-doxying of the curtains.

"We're back," Buffy said as they stepped into the drawing room. "I'd like to introduce everyone to Willow Rosenberg. My best friend from Sunnydale. Willow this is Molly Weasley… Dawn's girlfriend, Ginny Weasley… Hermione Granger… Mine and Dawn's brother, Harry Potter… Ron Weasley and the identical twins there are Fred and George Weasley. I have trouble keeping them straight, so don't worry about it. They kind of like to tease people anyways by pretending to be each other."

"Hi," Willow said a tad bit shyly.

"We were taking a break for lunch," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Perfect timing then," Dawn said.

The clanging doorbell rang.

"Stay here," Mrs. Weasley said, snatching up the bag of rats that Sirius had left as Mrs. Black's screeches started up again from down below. "I'll bring up some sandwiches." She left the room, closing the door carefully behind her.

"Hermione, you're closest to the window," Buffy said.

Hermione nodded in understanding as she went to the window and looked down onto the doorstep. She could see the top of an unkempt gingery head and a stack of precariously balanced cauldrons. "Mundungus!" she said. "He's got a lot of cauldrons. Why would he bring them?"

"Probably looking for a safe place to keep them," said Dawn. "Isn't that what he was doing the night he was supposed to be tailing me? Picking up dodgy cauldrons?"

"Yeah, you're right!" said Fred as he moved next to Hermione and looked down. As the front door opened; Mundungus heaved his cauldrons through it and disappeared from view. "Blimey, Mum won't like that…"

"Inside?" Buffy asked as Fred and Hermione nodded. She walked back over to the door. She opened it only a crack and then listened with her Slayer hearing. "Mundungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley. Something about not running a hideout for stolen goods. Molly is saying something about being irresponsible and dragging stolen cauldrons here. I'm glad both Sirius and Molly are doing that. I agree I don't want stolen stuff in my house."

"The idiots are letting mum get into her stride," said George, shaking his head. "You've got to head her off early, otherwise she builds up a head of steam and goes on for hours. And she's been dying to have a go at Mundungus ever since he sneaked off when he was supposed to be following you, Dawn."

"Why was someone following Dawn?" Willow asked.

"It's a long story, Will," Buffy said. She went to close the door as Mrs. Black's portrait was shrieking and screaming again. "Either I'm going to find a way to remove that permanent sticking charm or I will add a new door where that picture is."

Before Buffy got the door closed the house-elf, Kreacher, edged into the room.

Except for the filthy rag tied like a loincloth around its middle, it was completely naked. It looked very old. Its skin seemed to be several times too big for it and though it was bald like all house-elves, there was a quantity of white hair growing out of its large, batlike ears. Its eyes were a bloodshot and watery gray, and its fleshy nose was large and rather snoutlike.

The elf took absolutely no notice of anyone in the room. Acting as though it could not see them, it shuffled hunchbacked, slowly and doggedly, toward the far end of the room, muttering under its breath all the while in a hoarse, deep voice like a bullfrog's, "…Smells like a drain and a criminal to boot, but she's no better, nasty old blood traitor with her brats messing up my Mistress's house, oh my poor Mistress, if she knew, if she knew the scum they've let in her house, what would she say to old Kreacher, oh the shame of it, Mudbloods and werewolves and traitors and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do…"

"Hello, Kreacher," said Fred very loudly.

The house-elf froze in his tracks, stopped muttering, and then gave a very pronounced and very unconvincing start of surprise.

"Kreacher did not see Young Master," he said, turning around and bowing to Fred. Still facing the carpet, he added, perfectly audibly, "Nasty little brat of a blood traitor it is."

"Sorry?" said George. "Didn't catch that last bit."

"Kreacher said nothing," said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, "and there's its twin, unnatural little beasts they are."

Buffy stepped forward causing the house elf to spin to face her. "You must be Kreacher. Do you know who I am?"

Kreacher flung himself into a ridiculously low bow that flattened his snoutlike nose to the floor. "Yes, Mistress," he said. "Master told me I am now yours."

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.

"Kreacher is cleaning," Kreacher said evasively.

"A likely story," said a voice behind Buffy.

Sirius had come back; he was glowering at the elf from the doorway. "What are you up to?"

"Kreacher is cleaning," the elf repeated. "Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black—"

"—and it's getting blacker every day, it's filthy," said Sirius.

"Master always liked his little joke," said Kreacher, bowing again, and continuing in an undertone, "Master was a nasty ungrateful swine who broke his mother's heart—"

"My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher," Sirius snapped. "She kept herself alive out of pure spite."

Kreacher bowed again and said, "Whatever Master says," then muttered furiously, "Master is not fit to wipe slime from his mother's boots, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving him, how she hated him, what a disappointment he was—"

Buffy held up a hand to silence Sirius. He wasn't getting anywhere and the house elf seemed to be truly afraid of her. "You will answer, Sirius. What are you up to?"

Sirius saw that Kreacher did truly seem frightened of Buffy. He whispered into her ear, "Mention to him about sneaking stuff off to his room so we can't throw it out."

Buffy nodded. "According to Sirius, every time you show up pretending to be cleaning, you sneak something off to your room so it can't be thrown out."

"Kreacher would never move anything from its proper place in Mistress's house," said the elf, then muttered very fast clearly afraid if Buffy would do something if she didn't get every detail. "Mistress Black would never forgive Kreacher if the tapestry was thrown out, seven centuries it's been in the family, Kreacher must save it, Kreacher will not let Master, his new Mistress and the blood traitors and the brats destroy it—"

"I thought it might be that," said Sirius, casting a disdainful look at the opposite wall. "She'll have put another Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of it, I don't doubt, but if I can get rid of it I certainly will. Now go away, Kreacher."

Kreacher did not disobey the order. He shuffled out past Sirius and Buffy.

Sirius walked across the room, where the tapestry Kreacher had been trying to protect hung the length of the wall.

"Sirius," Buffy said as Sirius glanced her way. "I'd like to introduce you to my best friend, Willow Rosenberg. Willow I would like you to meet mine, Dawn and Harry's godfather; Sirius Black."

"Hi," Willow said.

"Hello, Willow," Sirius said as he stepped over to the redhead.

"Oh," Buffy said as she fished out a key from her pocket. "Fred, George, one of you catch." She tossed the key to the twins.

"How much is in it," Fred said as he caught the key.

"About ten thousand galleons," Buffy said as the twins' eyes went wide. "That should do nicely to start your joke shop. And get you a prime location in Diagon Alley."

"Joke shop?" said Willow as Buffy nodded. "Xander would probably be their first customer."

"Probably," Buffy said with a laugh.

Now that they had Buffy, Dawn and even Willow's help the drawing room took three days to decontaminate; finally the only undesirable things left in it were the tapestry of the Black family tree, which resisted all their attempts to remove it from the wall, and the rattling writing desk; Moody had not dropped by headquarters yet. Buffy had suggested Willow might try and see what it was with magic. But Willow was too afraid to use magic, afraid she would slip back. So, they could not be sure what was inside the writing desk.

They moved from the drawing room to a dining room on the ground floor where they found spiders large as saucers lurking in the dresser.

Ron and Willow both left the room hurriedly to make a cup of tea and did not return for an hour and a half. Buffy had known Willow was afraid of frogs but not spiders.

The china, which bore the Black crest and motto, was all thrown unceremoniously into a sack by Sirius, and the same fate met a set of old photographs in tarnished silver frames, all of whose occupants squealed shrilly as the glass covering them smashed.

August 31, 2002

Harry and Buffy watched as Dawn and Willow were playing Muggle chess. Harry was sure he knew what he would get his sister for Christmas, a wizarding chess set.

Dawn and Willow each played a couple of moves. Willow made a good move, causing Dawn to study the board thoughtfully. Smiling she made a good counter move, causing Willow to frown and examine the board.

Willow made her move. Dawn had been expecting it, and immediately made her next move, taking one of Willow's pawns.

Willow moved a piece and took one of Dawn's.

Dawn made another move, taking another of Willow's pawns.

Willow moved her bishop and sat back, knowing she had made a good move.

Dawn hunched over the board, she made her move, taking Willow's rook.

Willow shot Dawn a dirty look, then turned her attention to the board.

Dawn made a move. "Check," she said.

Willow smiled as she made her move. "Checkmate."

Ron entered the bedroom carrying four envelopes. He handed one to each to Harry, Dawn and Willow. "Booklists have arrived," he said. "About time, I thought they'd forgotten, they usually come much earlier than this…"

"Apparently I got one also," Willow said as she opened her envelope. "Hmm seems Professor Dumbledore is going to have me be in seventh-year classes. It says that he has an explanation to explain everything away like he did with Dawn last year, and that I will be transferring from a school that apparently doesn't exist, Sunnydale Academy."

"I mean no offense, Will," Dawn said. "But aren't you closer to Buffy's age?"

"Yes," Willow answered. "I'm actually only two months younger than Buffy." (A/N)

"So why would Dumbledore have you be an actual student?" Dawn asked.

"Probably be easier to teach, Will, if everyone believes she is an actual student," Buffy said. "That way they wouldn't have to worry about the tutoring sessions like we had last year."

Dawn opened her envelope and looked over the book list. "Only three new ones," she said. "'The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5, by Miranda Goshawk', 'Defensive Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard' and 'A Treatise on the Mythology and Methodology of the Vampire Slayer…" She looked at her sister. "Isn't that the one you had on order in Sunnydale when you were reexamining your life as a Slayer? And was the book that you said Harmony stole the day the Magic Box owner, before Giles, was found killed?"

"Yes," Buffy said. "I thought it would be a good introductory text for my class."

Crack.

Fred and George Apparated right beside Harry.

"We were just wondering who assigned the Slinkhard book," said Fred conversationally.

"Because it means Dumbledore's found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," said George.

"And about time too," said Fred.

"What d'you mean?" Harry asked, jumping down beside them.

"Well, we overheard Mum and Dad talking on the Extendable Ears a few weeks back," Fred said, "and from what they were saying, Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this year."

"Heard if he didn't find someone he was going to ask if you would pull double duty, Buffy," George said.

"Would make sense," Buffy said. "But technically I am already pulling double duty. Between being Professor for Defense Against the Forces of Darkness and the guidance counselor. A second class would have been difficult to tackle for me."

"Good point," George said.

"What's up with you, Ron?" asked Fred.

Ron did not answer. Everyone looked at Ron who was standing very still with his mouth slightly open, gaping at his letter from Hogwarts.

"What's the matter?" said Fred impatiently, moving around Ron to look over his shoulder at the parchment.

Fred's mouth fell open too.

"Prefect?" he said, staring incredulously at the letter. "Prefect?"

George leapt forward, seized the envelope in Ron's other hand, and turned it upside down. A scarlet and gold badge fell into George's palm.

"No way," said George in a hushed voice.

"There's been a mistake," said Fred, snatching the letter out of Ron's grasp and holding it up to the light as though checking for a watermark. "No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect…"

The twins' heads turned in unison and both of them stared at Harry and Dawn.

"We thought one of you were a cert!" said Fred in a tone that suggested they had been tricked them in some way.

"We thought Dumbledore was bound to pick one or both of you!" said George indignantly. "I suppose all the mad stuff must've counted against them."

"Yeah," said Fred slowly. "Yeah, you've caused too much trouble, mates. Well, at least you two have your priorities right."

"I would have been happy if either of you had been made prefect," Buffy said looking at her siblings.

"Thanks, Buffy," Harry and Dawn said as they smiled at their sister.

"Oh, Mum's going to be revolting," groaned George, thrusting the prefect badge back at Ron as though it might contaminate him.

Ron, who still had not said a word, took the badge, stared at it for a moment, and then held it out to Harry as though asking mutely for confirmation that it was genuine. Harry took it. A large P was superimposed on the Gryffindor lion.

The door banged open. Hermione came tearing into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair flying. There was an envelope in her hand.

"Did you—did you get—?"

She spotted the badge in Harry's hand and let out a shriek.

"I knew it!" she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. "Me too, Harry, me too!"

"Harry, sadly didn't," Buffy said.

"Then, Dawn," Hermione said immediately assuming that he was looking at it because Dawn was showing him.

"Again sadly, no," Buffy said.

"They generally do a boy and a girl," Fred said. "Not two girls. Though of course there is always a first time for everything. If they were going to do two girls, I would have thought Dawn and Ginny, except Ginny isn't old enough yet."

"So, who's is it?" Hermione asked.

"Ron's," Harry said as he quickly pushed the badge back into Ron's hand. "It's Ron's."

"Ron?" said Hermione, her jaw dropping. "But… are you sure? I mean—"

Ron looked around at Hermione with a defiant expression on his face. "It's my name on the letter," he said.

"I…" said Hermione, looking thoroughly bewildered. "I… well… wow! Well done, Ron! That's really—"

"Unexpected," said George, nodding.

"No," said Hermione, blushing harder than ever, "no, it's not… Ron's done loads of… he's really…"

"Hermione is right," Buffy agreed. "If it wasn't Dawn and Harry, Ron and Hermione are the next two I would have expected."

The door behind Hermione opened a little wider and Mrs. Weasley backed into the room carrying a pile of freshly laundered robes.

"Ginny said the booklists had come at last," Mrs. Weasley said, glancing around at all the envelopes as she made her way over to the bed and started sorting the robes into two piles, Ginny's and Hermione's. "If you give them to me, I'll take them over to Diagon Alley this afternoon and get your books while you're packing. Ron, I'll have to get you more pajamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing… what color would you like?"

"Get him red and gold to match his badge," said George, smirking.

"Match his what?" said Mrs. Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ginny's pile.

"His badge," said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. "His lovely shiny new prefect's badge."

Fred's words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley's preoccupation about pajamas. "His… but… Ron, you're not…?"

Ron held up his badge.

Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's. "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"

"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?" said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.

"Wait until your father hears! Ron, I'm so proud of you, what wonderful news, you could end up Head Boy just like Bill and Percy, it's the first step! Oh, what a thing to happen in the middle of all this worry, I'm just thrilled, oh Ronnie—"

Buffy and Dawn looked at each other. "Molly," Buffy said. "When you're ready to go to Diagon Alley. Let me know. Dawn and I are already packed and using the portal we wouldn't have to worry about carrying anything great distances."

"Good idea, Buffy," Mrs. Weasley agreed. "Are you taking Willow, too? It would be her first trip to Diagon Alley, wouldn't it."

"Yes," Buffy said. "Going to see if she's ready."

Buffy, Dawn and Harry left Ron, Fred and George with their ecstatic mother as they headed downstairs. They found Willow in the kitchen. "Hey, Will. Since we're heading back to Hogwarts tomorrow. And everyone just got their booklists today. Molly and I with Dawn's help are going to Diagon Alley to get everything. Since it would be your first trip…"

"It technically would be my second," Willow said. "Professor Dumbledore took me to get my wand. But it would be nice to see some of the other stores."

Author's Note: Willow's age was never specified in the show that I remember. According to Buffy Wikia she was born circa 1981. So, to fill in the blanks I used the day and month of Alyson Hannigan's birth for Willow.