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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 Thirteen: Reconsidering the Options

Dawn felt butterflies in her stomach. She was nervous about what Buffy was going to say when she found out. But she was more concerned about who was next to die on Draco's list. Running out hadn't been the smartest thing, but then again killing him hadn't been the greatest idea either.

What the hell was I thinking? She wondered. I was going to *kill* a person She sighed, waiting for Buffy to come and yell at her.

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Cordelia was walking up the hallway, looking for Buffy's room. Instead she ran into a tall dark, hansome vampire.

"Oh god, Angel, sorry, I didn't see you," She apologized.

"It's alright, um, where are you going?" Angel asked.

"To talk to Buffy, I'll explain later, I really have to go though," She explained, and left.

Angel stared after her, then stopped himself. Why was he all of a sudden checking out Cordelia?

* * *

Cordelia knocked on the door, not knowing what to expect. Spike answered, and Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Hey, is Buffy here?"

"I'm right here," Buffy shouted from the back of the room.

Cordelia came in, seeing that Buffy was doing training routines with a long blade. Cordelia gulped, recognizing many of the moves Angel had taught her.

"What's up?" Buffy asked.

"Buffy, sit down," Cordelia ordered.

Buffy did. "This isn't good is it?" She asked.

"No," Cordelia started. Spike sat down also. "Last night, a boy brought Dawn into the hospital. She had slit her wrists," Cordelia said. "We stopped the bleeding, and she's going to be okay, but the point is that she *slit* her wrists. The cuts were really deep, meant to be fatal," Cordelia looked from the two faces, Buffy's in utter shock, and Spike's stunned.

"Oh god, is she still in the hospital?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah, she asked me to kill her," Cordelia looked away. "She kept saying something about a guy who's going to kill everyone if she doesn't do what he says..."

Spike's head snapped up, and he looked at Buffy. "It all makes sense. You go talk to the bit, if I see her now, I'll kill her," He growled. "I'll find the others, see what we can find," Spike gave Buffy a quick kiss, then left.

Cordelia took a very stunned Buffy to the hospital, so she could speak with her sister.

* * *

Spike growled. How could the bit be so stupid? To try to take her own life when there's so many creatures out there willing to do it for her! Spike was angry, and glared at several girls who he was supposed to be sucking up to. He had given them detention for the night, and was supposed to get information out of them then.

He headed to the library, where he knew the Watcher and Red would be. He didn't know about Harris, Tara, or Anya, but he needed to find at least one of the Scoobies, and now.

He practically slammed the door behind him, shouting, "Watcher, you here?"

"Spike? What the bloody hell are you shouting for?" Giles inquired, glaring at the vampire.

"Whose all here?" Spike asked. "Now Giles, where are all the Scoobies," Spike yelled.

"We're all here, Shaggy, Thelma, Daphne, Fred and oh! Even Scrappy," Xander laughed. "Why so angry? Blood clot in you're drink?"

"Harris, shut up for one minute," Spike growled. "So you're all here then, all of you. Well Buffy's in the hospital right now, with Dawn," Spike was pacing back and forth.

"Oh god, are they okay?" Tara asked.

"Buffy is yeah, but the bit, no, she's not. She tried to kill herself last night," Spike was ranting on, and the Scoobies could tell he was angry with her. "Slit her wrists she did, lucky some boy found her. She keeps begging the nurse to finish her off. But you want to know why, because of that boy, Draco Malfoy. All the peices come into place, now they do," Spike continued. "Dawn kisses Harry, Draco blackmails Dawn into doing whatever he says, Dawn's dad dies, Dawn gets murdery look, Dawn slits her wrists."

"Oh my God," Willow gasped. The Scoobies were stunned.

"We should find this kid, Draco," Anya stated. "Because I'm going to do a few vengence spells on him."

"Anya, I'll give you the ingredients," Tara added. Willow looked at her. "No one messes with Dawnie," Tara stated.

"I believe that Mr. Malfoy will be arriving shortly," Dumbledore announced.

"Kidding of course," Anya gave a laugh, looking around nervously.

"My dear, I know all about Ms. Summers, and what happened. We had no idea that Mr. Malfoy was blackmailing her, and that he was behind the Muggle attacks. Believe me, Anya, that when Mr. Malfoy and his father are found, you're worst would be a pleasure to them."

The group was silent, the older man spoke with power in his words, both frightening, but reassuring that justice would be served.

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"Dawn," Buffy called, and her sister looked at her. Dawn could see that Buffy had been crying. "What happened Dawnie?" Buffy asked.

"Buffy, remember when I told you that Dad's death was my fault?"

"Dawnie, that wasn't-"

"It was my fault Buffy!" Dawn shouted. "Listen to me, before the first visit to Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy said that if I didn't do whatever he said, then he'd kill my parents, the parents of my friends, and my friends. I didn't believe him, so I blew him off at Hogsmeade. He sent a letter to his father, and Dad died. Dad was killed because of me. So after that, I did whatever he said. Met him in the halls in the middle of the night, kissed him, hung out with his friends. All this time, I was planning how to kill him, and I was going to last night.

"I've been reading up on all the deadly areas, blood vessels, weapons. I bought a knife, it's probably still in the girls bathroom. I hid it under my jacket, and I was going to kill him, Buffy, I could feel it. I had the blade in my hand, and I was going to stab him, when he said something that made me stop. He said that I was becoming a killer, just like him. He said that I was becoming something dark, something like him. I don't want to be like him Buffy, I don't!" Dawn sobbed, and Buffy, held her hand.

"So I pushed him away, and ran, I ran to the girls bathroom, where I sat down, and tried to figure out how to keep anyone else from getting killed. Either he had to die, or I did. If I was dead, then he couldn't blackmail me, he couldn't hurt my friends," Dawn cried. "I was so scared Buffy, but I realized I'm just a key, so it didn't really matter right? I slit my wrists, but then someone found me, I don't know who. They brought me here, and I was saved."

Buffy cried, gripping Dawn's hand tightly. She loosened her grip when she realized that she was hurting Dawn.

"Honey, listen to me," Buffy said. "You're real, you're as real as I am. And it's not your fault that Dad died, that guy who threatened you? We'll find him, and get him okay Dawnie? But you dying, that's not going to solve anything Dawn. Didn't I already prove that once? You don't have to die, you can live and fight, but you don't have to die sweetie," Buffy kissed the top of her head. "Dawn we all love you, and if you left, it would hurt us more than anything. Please honey, stop thinking you have to die for everything to be okay. Please?" Buffy asked her.

"How are we going to stop him?" Dawn asked.

"Thatta girl," Buffy hugged her. "Don't ever scare me like that again! You're not going to leave me here with all these hot boys are you?" She joked.

"Buffy, you already have Spike," Dawn reminded her.

"That's right, well then, lot's of hot boys for you. Lots of non- crazy blackmailing boys," Buffy forced a smile at Dawn.

"So how are we going to stop Draco?" Dawn repeated.

"Well, there's one way I know..." Buffy suggested.

* * *

Spike paced angrily. He was going to rip out that boy's throat, not drink anything, but just rip it out and throw it to the dogs. Or that pesky cat that kept following him. He glared as he walked down the hallways, and Argus Filch held up a cross. Ever since Drusilla had bitten him, he hadn't trusted the vampire.

Spike decided to go see what Buffy was doing. Or he could go kill Dawn. He really couldn't decide.

* * *

"So does everyone know? That I went all matyr?" Dawn asked.

"I think only Scoobies know, and L.A. people. Spike was pretty pissed, I think you really worried him. He cares about you," Buffy told her.

"Because I'm you're sister," Dawn rolled her eyes.

"Dawn, think about it. He wasn't in on the whole 'bringing-me-back' deal, he didn't know if I would *ever* come back. So pretty much, he could have blown town but instead stayed to take care of you," Buffy informed her.

"I don't want the whole school to find out Buffy," Dawn said.

"They won't honey, we can do one of those forgetting charms of Willows," Buffy joked.

"Randy Giles!" Dawn laughed. "Joan...god you better let me name you're children, or else they're going to be tramatized," Dawn remarked.

"Hey, I pulled off Buffy, I could pull off Joan," Buffy shot back.

They looked at each other, then said in unison, "Randy Giles!"

* * *

Spike entered the hospital, finding Dawn to be the only patient. He saw that Buffy was with her, and walked over, careful to avoid the sunlight streaming in the windows.

Dawn sat rigid, as if she were scared of Spike.

Spike gave her a big hug, then sat in the chair next to her. "Dawn, next time just tell me if a little buggar's blackmailing you, and I'll rip his throat out. No problem at all," He said, holding her other hand.

"You're not mad at me?" She asked.

"Damn right I am, but I'm too bloody happy you're alive to be angry right now," Spike replied. Buffy smiled at him.

"So any ideas on how we're going to get Draco?" Dawn asked.

"Like I said in class love, his daddy owes the demons big. I tell them where his son is, and well, Malfoy's going to be cleaning demon dung for the next ten years," Spike laughed.

"Evil," Dawn remarked. "I like it."

"Me too," Spike agreed, popping a blood-flavored lollipop into his mouth.

"You like them?" Dawn asked.

"Love 'em, tastes just like real blood," Spike replied.

"Ew," Was all Buffy said.

"Hey, I don't make fun of you for eating those little lip things," Spike retorted.

"Those are Victoria Secret mints! How can you not like them?" Buffy demanded.

"They're in the shape of lips! Women lips!" Spike argued. "I don't eat food in the shape of male organs!"

"You don't eat food!" Buffy agreed.

"Well when I do, it's not in the shape of women lips!" Spike said, triumphant.

"God, get married already," Dawn muttered, rolling her eyes.

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