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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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A/N3: For those of you who wanted more Fred and George, here you go!

Chapter Eighteen: Don't Touch the Hair

Dawn was given strict orders from everyone not to tell any of her Hogwarts friends about the coming apocolypse. They'd know when it came, but in the meantime she was to keep her mouth shut.

"Like I'm gonna go running around screaming 'We're all gonna die!' at the top of my lungs," Dawn muttered to herself. She took her seat in the Gryffindor common room, as Harry and Ron played wizard chess, and Hermione read a book. A few second years gossiped in the corner, and Dawn just stared into the fire when Fred and George Weasley came into the room.

"Hey, you lot want to come with us tonight?" George asked.

"Come with you where?" Ron asked, as his knight smashed Harry's queen.

"Hogsmeade, they're having a festival tonight!" Fred announced.

Dawn sat up straight. "Sneak out? No. No. Bad idea!" She babbled.

"I think it sounds fun," Harry agreed.

"I'm with Dawn, this isn't a good idea. You can be expelled for sneaking off the school grounds. Risking it for something like Voldemort is debateable, but not so you can party!" Hermione argued.

"Yes, party hardy on the school grounds!" Dawn urged.

"Are you two out of you're bleedin minds?" Fred asked. "Come on, it's our last year at Hogwarts, we won't be able to go the festival next year!" He protested.

"Yes you will, you'll be able to go wherever you want. You'll be out of Hogwarts," Hermione reminded him.

"We'll be hiding from mum, she'll be awfully upset when we tell her about the joke shop we're opening up," George disagreed.

"Parties will just scream out to her, she look for us, kill us, then kill us again," Fred remarked.

"So come on, let's go!" George said.

"No, stay here. What if a bad wizard is there? Or gets you? I think here's good," Dawn stated.

"Voldemort wouldn't risk it," Fred replied.

"And why is that?" Hermione asked.

"Because we have Dumbledore here, who rivals Voldemort's strength. Not to mention vampires, and the Slayer," George explained.

"So because we rival his strength, you think he's just gonna be all 'oh, well guess that's not gonna work, gee maybe next time?'" Dawn asked. "No, Big Bads don't just accept no, they'll try, and try, and find a weakness, and succeed!" She was almost shouting now. "Listen to me, I grew up on the hellmouth! If you go, you're going to get yourselves, or someone else killed. And I don't think you want to live with that for the rest of your lives," Dawn said coldly. "I'm going to bed."

They watched shocked, as Dawn left, and walked to the girl's dorm.

"So I take it we're not going then," Fred remarked.

* * *

Dawn woke up the next morning, tired, and hungry. She sighed, running her hands through her long hair. She quickly got dressed, and headed down the stairs, ignoring the stares she was getting.

I didn't think that I was yelling THAT loudly she shrugged. Hermione came up to her, and just stared, along with Harry and Ron.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled last night, I just got angry. But I don't think everyone has to stare at me for it!" Dawn remarked.

"Dawn, they're not staring at you because you shouted. Um, well...it's you're hair," Harry stammered.

"What? Is it not cool to have long hair here now?" Dawn asked.

"It's more of a you're hair is green thing," Ron informed her. Dawn froze.

"WHAT?" She ran to a mirror. "Oh god...I ran my hands through my hair! Okay, no panicking, I can fix this," She stammered. She ran her hands through her hair several times, but nothing happened.

"What is she doing?" Ron asked.

"I think she's trying to rub the color out," Harry answered.

"Fred look, she's magicked her hair green!" George exclaimed.

"Hey, that's a pretty good joke!" Fred laughed. "We should do something like that. Color changing shampoo!"

Dawn quickly grabbed a hat, and pulled her hair underneath it. She headed as fast as she could towards Buffy's room.

* * *

Buffy finished doing her makeup, and Spike finished doing his hair. "Love, does it look alright?" He asked.

"How you can do that without a mirror amazes me," She said, kissing him. "Yeah, it's good. Why? Wanna impress all those teenagers?"

"Funny, and when some youngster falls in love with you're sunny self, I'll be the first to taunt," Spike shot back.

"The English don't seem to go for me...you must be turning American," Buffy remarked. Spike shivered.

"Not a bloody chance in hell."

"You say it like it's a bad thing," Buffy defended.

"It IS a bad thing love," Spike informed her. "Except for California, the only state I can stand," He said.

"Anyways, I think we should teach archery today, and-" Buffy was cut off by Dawn running into the room.

"Help me!" Dawn sqeaked.

"What is it? Demon? I'll kill it," Spike offered, picking up a saber.

"Worse!" Dawn panted.

"Voldemort? He's come early then?" Spike asked.

"Worse!" Dawn gasped.

"Micheal Jackson re-re-reinvented himself?"Spike raised an eyebrow.

"Not that bad," Dawn put a hand to her side. "Cramp!"

"Well what is it then pet?" Spike questioned.

Dawn pulled of the hat. "I'm having a bad hair day! I don't know how I did it, but I did. I think my magic is responisible! I can't go to CLASS like this. I've got Potions first thing, Snape will have a field day!" Dawn looked near tears.

"How is bad hair worse than Voldemort?" Spike wondered.

"Okay, Dawn, I'm gonna go get Willow and Tara, stay here with Spike," Buffy instructed, and headed to find the two witches.

* * *

"Dawn, breath deeply, in and out, deep breaths," Willow instructed. "Now, give Tara you're hands," Dawn did so, "And close your eyes."

Tara and Dawn closed their eyes, and Tara used her magic to guide Dawn's. Green magicks glowed, and Dawn's hair was enveloped into a green light. The light began to fade, and Tara breathed heavily. She took a step back, and moaned.

Dawn's hair was platinum, like Spike's.

"What? That's not a good sound," Dawn started. "What's wrong with my hair now?"

"Nothing Nibblet, it's beautiful," Spike said.

"As if, we don't need two peroxide people going around," Willow remarked.

"Wait, peroxide...You bleached my hair!" Dawn schreeched.

"Technically, you did," Tara explained. "I tried to find the hair color you wanted to be, thinking it was brown, but yours was blonde. Christina Aguilera blond," Tara explained.

"Oh god," Dawn looked in the mirror. "We still have time to fix this right?"

"Well...not exactly... You're tardy," Buffy said. "We'll fix it later, promise!" She kissed Dawn on the forehead, and then giggled. "You look like a mini-Spike!"

"Oh yea?" Dawn threatened. "Well now you look like Elmo!" She shot back, her magic turning Buffy's hair a bright blood red. Buffy gasped.

"Oh you better undo this or you're going to be so sorry!" Buffy shouted, at Dawn's retreating figure.

"Can't I'm late for class!" Dawn called back.

* * *

"I'm going to kill her, I'm going to strangle her with her long over- bleached hair!" Buffy muttered death threats all the way to class. Spike rolled his eyes.

"Look love, it looks...fine. Let's just teach the kiddies how to kill things, and then we'll get the Willow and Tara to fix this," Spike assured her.

"I'm going to electrocute her with a blowdryer while she's in the shower..." Buffy continued.

"Women and their hair..." Spike muttered.

* * *

"Miss Summers, it seems that we've decided to be tardy so we could go to the hair dresser's. How stunning. You'll have to wait to get your nails done, however, because you're going to be in detention tonight, with me. Report to my room after dinner," Snape ordered.

Dawn sunk in her seat. Great, just great.

* * *

Giles opened his eyes, trying to look around the room. Everything was blurry, he didn't have his glasses on. His mouth was dry, and he couldn't move.

I'm paralyzed he thought, but was able to move his fingers and toes. He looked down, and could make out a rope holding him to something. He was standing, so he figured he was tied to a pole of some sort.

"So I see that he's awake at last. The Watcher of Sunnydale. You've been asleep for a while now Mr. Giles," A man informed him. Only it wasn't a man. Giles could make out unnatural white skin, paler than any vampires, and red glowing slits for eyes.

"Voldemort I presume?" Giles rasped.

"I'm certainly not Cinderella," Voldemort chuckled, an inhuman laugh.

"I'm not telling you anything. Kill me if you wish, but I'm not telling you anything," Giles stated.

"What could you possibly have to tell me? No my friend, you're bait, bait for the fish to catch. I know all about the Slayer, I know about each of them. The "Scoobies", her sister who opens up hell portals, her vampire lovers. And I know that before, you were captured, and she'll come for you. And that's exactly what I'm hoping for. So you just sit back-" Voldermort smirked. "Or stand, and enjoy waiting. Trust me, we'll kill you're Slayer, and all her little friends. You may be able to defeat a god, but me, I'm a man. And I can't die."

"You don't know my Slayer," Giles retorted. He could feel himself losing conciousness.

"Yes I do, I do indeed," Voldemort chuckled again, knocking Giles into darkness.

* * *

At dinner that night, red-haired Buffy sat talking with Xander, Willow, Tara, Anya, and Spike.

"We need to find him," Buffy stated.

"I'll do the location spell," Tara offered. "I have the stuff in my room."

"I'll go with you," Willow suggested.

"No funny stuff, actual finding of Giles," Xander warned them.

"No Duh," Willow retorted, but she blushed.

* * *

"Ready?" Willow asked.

"Ready," Tara nodded. She began chanting as she lit candles, while Willow sprinkled herbs around her in a circle. Tara's eyes turned completely white, as she began to shake and shiver. Willow watched, concerned, as Tara jerked from left to right, as if some unseen force was yanking her from side to side.

"Giles!" Tara screamed, as she was thrown up against a wall, falling to the ground like a limp rag doll.

"Tara! Tara!" Willow shouted. "Baby, wake up, come on baby wake up!"

Tara wasn't moving, she seemed to be in a deep trance.

"Come on baby wake up!" Willow cried.

Tara just lay their, her eyes wide open, staring into oblivion.