Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns BtVS and Ats, and J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter

Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Summary: The Scooby Gang is off to Hogwarts to help teach. Crossover with Ats and Harry Potter.

A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside * are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision.



Chapter Eleven: Darkness Emerging

Dawn headed back up to Gryffindor Tower, but felt her heart sink as she saw a bunch of angry Gryffindors sitting around the common room. None of them would speak to her, and Harry wouldn't even look at her. She went up to her room, where her stuff had been dumped on the floor, and a note on her bed saying, "Wannabe Slytherin."

Dawn straightened up her stuff mechanically, and then crawled into her bed, drawing the curtains around her. She then cried silent tears, for the father she had lost.

* * *

The next day, Dawn didn't talk to anyone, not even the Scoobies. Anyone in Gryffindor wouldn't speak to her, and soon Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw shunned her too. Draco kept coming to her though, and all she could think about while she was kissing him was how much she was going to enjoy killing him. That was her secret, that she would kill him, and enjoy it. She stayed up every night, not reading about hexes and curses, but about weapons, and which arteries if sliced would drain your body of blood the most. Dawn learned things that not even vampires knew, and Draco could see in her eyes the darkness that was consuming her.

During Potions one day, Dawn was putting in her ingrediants, without a word to anyone. She had been partnered with Pansy Parkinson, who was chatting away about some rude remark she had made to a hotel manager after she found that her bed was a queen, not king size.

Dawn remained silent, ignoring the chattering idiot beside her.

Draco watched as Dawn put in potion ingrediant, after potion ingrediant. He had been partnered with Hermione, and she refused to say a word to him.

"What's the matter? Seeing that even a Gryffindor can go bad?" Draco asked.

"Sod off Draco," Hermione replied.

Draco grinned. Soon enough, Dawn wouldn't be a good girl anymore.

* * *

The girls gave up trashing Dawn's things, since she would just pick them up without a word. She now knew all about pressure points, arteries that would leave you with a severe bloodloss, and the sharpest and strongest weapons and where they were used best.

Spike noticed a change in Dawn, the same change that Draco saw. Spike recgonized it, it was a look that all vampires knew, a look of one ready to kill. Spike approached Dawn after class, after she had been looking at her pencil rather morbidly. Buffy was disscussing grades with Hermione, so Spike figured it would be safe to talk to Dawn.

"Nibblet," He said, sitting next to her. She barely looked up.

"Hmm?" She asked.

"Class is over love," Spike stated. "Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh yeah fine," Dawn replied mechanically.

"I can tell you're not, you've got the look of a killer in your eyes," Spike told her. Dawn's eyes snapped from the desk to his face.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

Spike was shocked at her response. "Love, if there's anything I can do-"

"I've got class," She interrupted, and left, leaving a stunned Spike behind.

* * *

Hermione stared as Spike and Dawn talked, trying hard to concentrate on what Buffy was saying.

"So you're sure to have a hundred and two percent by the end of the semester," Buffy assured her. She noticed the glances towards Dawn. "So, how's she doing?" Buffy asked.

"Doing with what?" Hermione asked.

"With her dad dying," Buffy reminded her, but Hermione seemed shocked. "You didn't know..."

"She didn't tell us," Hermione managed. "I have to go now professor," She excused herself.

Buffy stared after her, as Dawn followed. Weird...

"Love, I think we've got a problem," Spike announced.

"Dawn related?" Buffy asked. "Already there. Meeting tonight?"

"I'd bloody say so," Spike agreed, looking at the retreating figure of Dawn.

* * *

Hermione practically ran to Care of Magical Creatures to find Ron and Harry. She saw that Dawn was no where in sight, and tried to make her way to the back, where Harry and Ron were trying to avoid the creatures that Xander and Hagrid were showing them.

Unicorns again, and one had already tried to stab Neville. The boys were told to stick to the back, while Lavender Brown and the other girls groomed the unicorns.

"Harry, Ron!" Hermione hissed. "I just found something out about Dawn!"

"That she cheated on Malfoy?" Ron asked.

"No, her father died," Hermione whispered.

"What?" Harry hissed.

"I was talking to Buffy, and she told me that their father died. I checked the library before I came, and it looks like it was a wizard attack," Hermione explained. "Do you understand what this means?" She asked them.

"That she's sick and twisted and doesn't care about her parents? I never saw her shed a tear," Ron guessed.

"NO! Look, she started hanging out with Malfoy when it happened," Hermione reminded them. "And before she would have nothing to do with him. What if he threatened her by killing her father, and threatened her with killing other people? I mean she doesn't exactly seem all happy-go-lucky with him," Hermione stated.

"That would make sense," Harry looked at Hermione as if he could kiss her. "Hermione you're brilliant!" Harry looked lost in his own little world, thinking about something.

"Why would he threaten her though?" Ron asked.

"Because he likes her," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Bloody weird Slytherins," Ron muttered.

* * *

Dawn leaned her head against the wall of the girls bathroom. Tears coursed down her cheeks, and she knew the cause. Spike knew, Spike knew that she was going to kill Draco. Dawn wanted to scream in frustration. She just wanted to do it, get it over with, so she could be free of him. Draco had written her a note today, telling her to meet him at midnight. She could agree, and keep someone from getting killed, or refuse, and watch one of her friends lose their parents.

Dawn wanted to kill him, every single time she laid eyes on him she wanted to rip out every single one of his blond hairs. She could visualize his throat being ripped out, she could visualize the final stab, the one straight to his heart, ending her misery.

The consequences didn't matter, she wouldn't go to wizard prison would she? If she did, it could be no worse than living day after day as his lap dog who had to do whatever he said.

Dawn sighed. Soon enough, she would do it. She just had to do it before anyone else found out.

* * *

All Harry could think about was how he would tell Dawn he knew. He just didn't know what would happen after that.

* * *

Buffy looked around the room, at the concerned faces of Xander, Willow, Anya, and Tara. They were all worried about her, but she flashed them a smile, showing she was okay.

"Guys, we have to talk to you about Dawn," Buffy stated. "She's been acting..."

"Weird," Tara put in.

"Ditching class," Xander remarked.

"Morbid," Anya added.

"Strange," Willow said.

"Basically yeah," Buffy agreed. "Since Dad died, she's been all with the spooky vibes. She didn't tell any of her friends what had happened," Buffy informed them.

"That's not so strange Buff," Xander remarked. "I mean maybe their just not to the friendship point where you share that."

"I'm not saying she can't be secrety, but still, it's kind of a big thing not to tell," Buffy replied.

"And the little bits got a look of murder in her eyes," Spike added. The group stared at him. "Come on, I'm a vampire, I see it all the time," He rolled his eyes.

"Okay, so Dawn is keeping secrets and looks murdery..." Willow summarized. "If my dad died I would probably look like that too," Willow said. "I mean she was close with him."

"Oh wait, Giles told me she kissed that boy, Harry Potter, and then kissed Draco Malfoy!" Buffy remembered.

"Spin the bottle?" Anya asked.

"That doesn't sound like Dawn," Tara remarked. "I mean she doesn't seem like she would just throw aside a boy so quickly," Tara looked troubled.

"I know that sounds like something Harmony would do, but not Dawn," Willow said. She looked at Spike. "Oh, sorry."

"Okay, so which happened first?" Anya asked.

"What do you mean?" Tara questioned.

"I mean did Dawn's dad die, and then she kissed Harry, then she kissed Draco, then she got the murdery look? It all depends on the order of things," Anya explained. "Cause that's totally different than if she kissed Harry, her dad died, then she got a murdery look, then she kissed Draco," Anya said.

"How is that different?" Xander asked.

"I get what you're saying," Willow agreed. "Like what if she only kissed Draco because her dad died, it all depends on the sequence of events!"

"Exactly!" Anya answered.

"Oh, so we should do some detective work," Buffy said. "Okay, so where do we start? We're not exactly the people kids talk to," She reminded them. "One of us can eavesdrop in the library, see what we can turn up."

"I can do that," Willow offered.

"Hey, what about the gossip girls? Don't they know like everything?" Xander asked.

"Yeah, Lavender Brown, Patty Patil... They're sure to know something," Tara agreed.

"They're not going to spill unless it's the right person," Buffy said, catching on. "The right, handsome, attractive, someone."

"Someone who's very...cool," Willow nodded.

"Someone who's the ultimate Big Bad," Anya added.

"Fine, I'll do it," Xander offered.

"Not you Xander! Spike," Buffy corrected.

"Ouch, hole in my manly pride," Xander remarked.

"Sorry, but they're all so in love with Spike we can use it to our advantage," Willow comforted.

"I'm not talking to them! They'll molest me!" Spike shouted.

"So? Show a little skin, but find out the info!" Anya urged.

"BE AGRESSIVE, B-E AGRESSIVE!" Buffy joked.

"Not funny Slayer. I'll do it, but I want pepperspray."

"Why, you're chip doesn't work," Xander reminded him.

"If I touch them, they'll think I'm in love with them," Spike retorted.

"Oh Spike, kiss me Spike, I love you Spike, you're the Big Bad Spike," Xander swooned.

"Spikey, please, can I touch you?" Willow joined in.

"I want a lock of you're beautiful peroxidedness so I can keep it in a locket," Tara added.

"Is this supposed to convince me?" Spike asked.

"Nope, but we're entertained," Buffy laughed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Come on, you've got some sucking up to do," Buffy told him.

"Yeah, and that's sucking up, not sucking on!" Xander yelled as Spike left.

* * *

Dawn reached under her bed, fingering the blade that she had saved all her money for. It was a sharp, thick knife, the blade curving slightly at the end, while the hilt felt like a part of her hand. Tonight, she would meet Draco, and kill him.