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Rating: PG-13

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

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Chapter Twelve: Just Like Me

Dawn hid the dagger in her belt, using her jacket to hide it from sight. She's take him to some secluded part, maybe even the room he had first dragged her to, and then kill him. She would then use a spell to burn the body, or transfigure it. Dawn's only problem is that Draco had twice the strenght that she had. She was worried that he would overtake her before she had the chance to get her revenge.

Dawn crept out of Gryiffindor Tower, her sneakers padding lightly on the thick carpet. She would run after she killed Draco, into the forest and lay low for a while. Draco would be dead, and she would be gone, dissappearing. But everyone else would be safe.

She was to meet him by the library, and she grimaced when she realized that Draco wasn't there. Come on you bastard, where are you? She wondered.

Hands covered her eyes, and she felt a warm body behind her. She caught a familiar scent, sensing that Draco was behind her, she spun around, confronting the blond asshole.

Her eyes blazed, but she tried to put a sweet smile on her face.

"I thought you weren't going to show," She said, plastering a grin across her face.

"You seem awfully happy to see me," Draco remarked.

"Yeah," Dawn agreed, as Draco kissed her.

"Finally, you're letting the darkness come out. I thought you were a lost cause Summers," Draco told her between kisses.

Dawn stiffened. He knows...or at least he will if I don't do something soon. "Well you know, goodness is all sucky," She said lamely.

They now were at the room where Draco had first told Dawn about their deal. She stepped inside quickly, absently putting a hand to the hilt of the blade to check that it was still there.

Draco nuzzled her neck, and she reached for the blade. Now was the time, she could feel it... She had the blade in her hand, when Draco spoke.

"You've got the eyes of a killer," he said, and she hurriedly put the blade away.

"W-w-what?" She stammered.

"You've got the eyes of a killer, I can sense the need to kill in you. Like the need I have, to kill, to destroy, to conquer," He smirked. "You're becoming just like me," He remarked.

Dawn froze. Just like him, a killer just like him, I'm becoming just like him, he's a killer, I'm becoming a killer Dawn shouted in her mind. She pushed him away.

"I'll never be just like you," She spat, and ran away, to Gryffindor Tower.

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Dawn found her way to the girls bathroom, and threw up everything she had forced herself to eat at dinner. This was it, someone else was going to die because of her, because she hadn't had the guts to kill one person, one evil boy.

Dawn sobbed, not even bothering to stand up. She just lay there for a while, and then realized something. Draco wants me to do whatever he says, and if I don't, he'll get people killed. Dawn stated in her mind. And the only way to end this is to stop him...or to stop me. Dawn sat up with a start, understanding what she had to do. Buffy had done it twice, to save the world, and now Dawn would do it so she could save people. I have to die.

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Dawn sobbed as she brought the sharp blade down to her wrists. She stared at it for a moment, and then in one swift moment sliced her wrist open. She gasped as she felt the blood gush, but quickly slit the other wrist, so that she would be dead in a matter of minutes. She figured ten or fifteen minutes would be long enough to drain her of all her blood.

She sighed, closing her eyes. She was a Key, not real anyways, so why was she so sad about leaving life?

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Harry had followed Dawn out of Gryffindor Tower, watched her encounter with Draco, and felt sick as they kissed. He hid, under his invisibility cloak, treading softly behind them. He watched them enter a room he didn't even know existed, and then seconds later, Dawn running out, to the girls' bathroom.

Harry followed quickly, not bothering to follow Malfoy who just went back to the Slytherin rooms. He lost Dawn for a second, then saw her enter the bathroom, and Harry stood outside, caught in conflict.

Don't be an idiot, you've gone in a girl's restroom before! Harry scolded himself, and then went inside, to find a sight he thought he'd never see.

Dawn sat on the ground, her jeans covered in blood pouring from her wrists. A dagger lay on the ground, the edge and hilt covered in the thick red liquid.

Everything clicked in Harry's mind, and he picked Dawn up, running as fast as he could to the school nurse.

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Dawn felt extremely lightheaded. She felt someone lifting her up, but her eyes felt to heavy to open. She could tell she was being carried somewhere, but couldn't find the strength to ask where. Maybe an angel has me... Dawn thought, before she drifted into the darkness.

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Cordelia sat at the desk bored. The nurse had let her have the late shift, although Cordelia couldn't see what would possibly happen at this school. In L.A. she practically had to deal with puncture wounds, cuts, and concussions every night, but none of that was likely to happen here.

Cordelia knew she was wrong when a boy burst in the door, carrying a very limp, very pale, and very bloody Dawn throught the door.

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"What happened?" Cordelia asked, already reaching for bandages.

"I found her like this in the girls bathroom, I think she slit her wrists!" Harry explained, helping her.

"God, look, get Dumbledore, now!" She ordered. Harry ran to Dumbledore's office, hoping the Headmaster was there.

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Cordelia looked at Dawn's figure sadly, as she hurried to stop the bleeding on her wrists. The girl had severed arteries, and Cordelia was amazed she dared to cut that deep. Dumbledore came in, flanked by Harry.

"Harry, get back to the Gryffindor Tower," Dumbledore said.

"But sir I-"

"Now."

Harry was forced to leave, wondering what would happen to Dawn.

* * *

Dawn opened her eyes, and saw a bright light. She blinked rapidly, and saw that the sunlight was streaming in through a window towards her. She moved from her couch, looking out at her neighborhood in Sunnydale.

"Hey honey," Joyce called from the kitchen. "What are you doing here?"

"Mom?" Dawn gasped. "Where am I?"

"Well dear, I'm not sure," Joyce chirped. "Buffy didn't let you go on patrol with her? Did a vampire kill you?" Joyce asked.

"No, I killed me," Dawn replied. Joyce frowned.

"Why?"

"This boy at school, he said he'd have these people killed if I didn't do whatever he said," Dawn answered. "So I slit my wrists so I could save the people."

"Oh, well then why are you dissappearing?" Joyce asked.

"I'm what!" Dawn looked at herself, seeing that she was transparent, and flickering.

"Oh, you must not be dead then!" Joyce announced. "Well, I'll see you later when you are. I love you Dawnie," She called, and Dawn faded once again into the blackness.

* * *

Dawn opened her eyes, and knew she was in reality this time. Her eyes felt heavy, and her head hurt. She looked over, and Cordelia was standing over her.

"Dawn, are you alright?" She asked.

"Where am I?" Dawn rasped.

"The hospital, you lost alot of blood-"

"Cordelia, kill me," Dawn said.

"What?" Cordelia hissed. "Are you crazy? We had a hell of a time saving you, and you want me to just kill you? Why?" Cordelia asked.

"Because no one else can die because of me," Dawn told her. "He'll kill them if I don't do what he says, the parents of my friends. Just like he killed Dad," Dawn held back a sob. "So I tried to kill myself, I'm not real anyways, but if I'm gone he has nothing to threaten people with. I'll be free."

Cordelia stared at the teenager. "Okay...let's get Buffy now," She suggested.

"NO!" Dawn shouted. "She can't know, just kill me, say something went wrong, please Cordelia..."

"I'm not pulling the plug, I'm not granting a mercy death on a fifteen year old!" Cordelia argued. "Now I'm getting Buffy, hopefully she can figure out what you're saying."

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