Invasion of Buffyverse
Chapter 6
~*Meanwhile*~
"So, where should I sleep?" Dawn asked Hermione and Harry as they headed towards Gryffindor Tower.
"In the girl's dormitory, with me of course." Hermione, then stopped in front of the Portrait Lady.
"Professor Dumbledore told me the password was Flying Turtles." Harry grinned at Dawn, and Dawn smiled back.
As they entered the Common Room, everything went silent.
"Harry!" called a happy yet surprised voice from the top of the stairs. The red head then faltered and squinted at Hermione.
"Who's that?" he said quietly, and Harry gave Hermione a nervous look.
"Ron." she said quietly, and Ron's eyes widened. He nearly tumbled down the stairs and picked her up in a whirling hug. He wouldn't let her go.
"Hermione...Hermione....where did you go? Why did you leave...Where have you been?" he pulled back and kissed her, "And what did you do to your hair?"
Hermione laughed and kissed him back.
"Hair dye. Muggles use it all the time."
"That's right." Dawn smiled wistfully at the couple. She never thought that she would actually see Ron and Hermione together in person!
"Who's this, Harry?" Ron was looking at Dawn now with interest..
"Her and her friends were the ones I was sent to when I uh, disappeared." Harry grinned at Ron, and Dawn blushed.
"Oh. I see. Are you going to stay here, then?"
"Yes, she's going to stay in the dorm with me. We can zap her up a cot in no time. There may even be one up there now, knowing the headmaster."
"That's kinda good...I'm sorta bushed. Do you guys mind?" Dawn bit her lip.
"Of course not," Hermione smiled, "I'll show you up there and you can get settled."
"Okay."
"Nice meeting you, Dawn." Ron called after them.
"Yeah. You too."
"See you in the morning?" Harry said hopefully.
Dawn nodded, and then disappeared into the girls dorm.
*
~*The Next Morning*~
"So, where should I sit when we get to class?" Dawn pushed her hair behind her ear as she, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Buffy and Spike walked their way to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Next to me should be all right." Harry smiled nervously at her, and she bit her lip trying not to grin.
Buffy and Spike were awkwardly silent. They hadn't spoken a word since the kiss the night before. Buffy was supposed to tell everybody- but she hadn't yet, and she'd already had three chances! Spike wasn't too happy.
When they entered the room, there were a few wolf whistles.
"Whoa. Who zapped up the Playboy Bunnies for this lesson?" Draco Malfoy smirked, but froze at the sight of (the newly blonde and green eyed) Hermione.
"Is that Granger?" he looked flabbergasted as he looked her up and down.
"Shut up, Malfoy." hissed Ron as they sat.
"So, Granger and Potter came back together, did they? Isn't that coincidental." he drawled as Ron's ears continued to get more and more red.
Draco then moved himself beside Dawn.
"Where are you from?"
"California."
"Why are you here?"
"T-transfer student." Dawn looked away. Harry couldn't hide his pleasure that she didn't look too impressed, but he didn't see her eyes.
Draco turned his attention to the front of the room.
"What's your name?" he jeered, leaning backward. He was looking at Buffy.
Spike was watching him carefully.
"Buffy. You can all call me Buffy."
"Buffy." Draco's eyes glinted, then noticed the Look he was getting from Spike.
"What?"
Buffy bit her lip, and chuckled.
"What?" Spike and Malfoy said in unison.
"It's just...it's a bitty Spike!" she choked, and Spike glared at her.
"What?" Buffy said indignantly, still smiling, "The hair, the accent, the smirk-"
"But I'll bet I'm a better kisser." he whispered, and she blushed.
"Shut up, Spike."
"Spike? As in, William the Bloody?" spoke up a Slytherin from the back.
"The very same."
"Wow. You're a legend."
"I know." he smirked.
"So, why do we have a new girl, Buffy, and a vampire in our class? And since when exactly has Granger and Potter been back?"
Professor Lupin entered the room (A/N: Yes, I love him and he's back!) And smiled.
"Buffy is the slayer, the killer of vampires and other demons. Dawn is her sister. Spike is a chipped vampire who is harmless and good, and Harry and Hermione arrived last night. Am I correct?"
Lupin outstretched his hand to Buffy. She shook it and smiled at him. He seemed like the kind of person you could trust.
"Yup. That's all right. You must be Professor Lupin."
He nodded, and muttered, "By the way, Buffy, I'm under the impression that you are aware and familiar with the werewolf situation?"
"You're one?" she said, without skipping a beat.
"Yes, I am. I have a few days off every-"
"Full moon. I know."
"Good," he smiled warmly at her, "So, everybody. Let's get this straight. Buffy Summers. American. Twenty one years old. Vampire slayer."
Buffy fingered her stake in her back pocket nervously.
"Spike, otherwise known as William the Bloody. Government chipped. Vampire. Harmless. No soul, but a definite good guy. British. Was turned in 1880."
Spike leaned on a desk, looking rather bored.
"We'd like to welcome back Harry and Hermione, and meet Miss Dawn Summers, Buffy's nearly sixteen year old sister. She has a rather interesting past...that we won't get into right now."
Dawn was trying to avoid the interested glances she was attracting from all around the room.
Lupin smiled at Buffy encouragingly and watched from his desk expectantly.
Buffy ran a nervous finger through her short hair.
"Um, well, you all know what a vampire slayer is, right?"
The class stared at her blankly. Dawn was trying to hide a giggle.
It was time for Giles talk.
Buffy took a deep breath. "Every generation there is a Slayer, a chosen one that will fight the evil that lurks in the darkness of our world. My, uh, title may be vampire slayer, but you kill more than the vamps out there on patrols. Enhanced with superstrength and extreme healing powers, the Slayer is always a woman. I was told my fate when I was fifteen. Just for those of you who think this job sounds girl-powery," she hesitated, "It's the most girl-powery job there is. Ever. The Slayer puts the grr in girl. The thing is, it's grunt work with no pay. It's dirty, painful, and sometimes wet. Probably more wet here.... but the slayer is used to it." Buffy sighed,
"Being a Slayer... in one word, sucks. Or hard. Or stress of the fate of the world resting on your slayer enhanced shoulders but human empowered mind. Just for the record, nobody in here wants to be me. Ask Dawn, ask Spike. You truly don't want to be Buffy Summers."
Spike smirked as the class murmured.
"She's saved the world from apocalypses six times." spoke up Dawn proudly, and Buffy looked down.
"I didn't survive two of them," she said quietly, "But," she said, coming back with a false brightness, "I came back. It's all good. Anyway, enough of the bio. I'm here today-we're here today-" she looked at Spike, "to show and tell our lives. Or unlives, in Spike's case."
The class laughed.
"Buffy's given you all the 411 on the Slayer." Spike leaned on a desk, "Now I'm going to tell you firsthand about vampirism. You are undead. You need blood to keep you going, keep you warm. You can be killed three ways. Sunlight. Decapitation. Staking. We're not actually going to demonstrate my death today, but we're going to show you Slayer vs Vampire strength."
Hermione looked apprehensive.
"Shall we, Slayer?" Spike's eyes twinkled as Buffy bit her lip.
"Sure." she replied.
When they both stood still, Spike turned to Lupin.
"Can I talk to her? I usually say something snarky to get her motor running."
Lupin raised an amused eyebrow, "Of course. In appropriateness."
Spike smirked, "So, Slayer. When was the last time you saw Peaches? I hear he's getting friendly with the May Queen."
Buffy's lip automatically curled.
"They were flirting very obviously last time I saw them. And she looks good too...shorter hair, tinier waistline..."
Buffy raised her fist, but he caught it quickly and spun her around.
"He told me she was an amazing kisser," Spike fibbed, and the class laughed when she punched him in the nose.
"Really?" she panted, raising an eyebrow, "I heard Drusilla went running back to Angel... after you tried to kill her to win my effulgent heart."
The entire class whooped at her retort.
"Why do you always mock my feelings?" Spike shouted, and slapped her.
"Because this isn't real! Everything about us is wrong! The kisses, the comments, the se-"
"Ok, fine! You want to be like that? Be like that! I told you, Buffy, I'm done being your whipping boy!"
"You're not my whipping boy!" she slammed him into the wall.
"Yeah, I'm not, Buffy. Not anymore." he pushed her away.
"Get over yourself, Spike!" she yelled.
"No, Buffy! It's about time somebody told you to grow up!" his face was drenched with sweat as he grabbed his stake from the desk and stomped out of the room.
Buffy stood alone at the front of the room, winded. When she raised her eyes, Dawn was gone.
*
"Dawn?" Buffy entered the girl's dormitory, "Dawn? Dawnie?"
"Go away." said a cold voice from the corner.
Buffy saw her sister sitting there, a pen scrawling furiously in her diary.
"Dawn?" Buffy said quietly, and sat on a bed.
"Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?" Dawn looked up with a hurt stare.
Buffy looked at her hands, "It's very personal, Dawn..."
"Personal! I'm your sister and you just embarrassed the hell out of me in front of a group of potential friends! You caught me parking and made me stop....you and your friends looked through my stuff just a few weeks ago! All that is very personal, Buffy."
Buffy sighed, "Dawn...ever since Mom left-"
"No! It's not about Mom! You seem to blame everything bad in your life on Mom! You got there just a little too late to save Angel from Angelus because of Mom. Riley left you because you never told him anything about Mom! We have major bills because of Mom! Well, you know what Buffy? Maybe it's not Mom's fault! Maybe, it's your fault! If you had told Mom what you were in the first place, you wouldn't have argued about saving the world that night. If you had told Riley about your life in the first place, he would have stayed. If you had ever paid for the trashing of the house that happened once a month, maybe our bills wouldn't be so horrendous. Buffy, everything that goes wrong in our lives is because you're the Slayer. Bad things generally happen to Slayers.
I once said this about myself. You're a lightening rod for hurt and pain. And you mess up people's lives. And unlives. Spike is probably the best thing that has ever happened to you because he's a realist. He's blunt and tells the truth. He may be vile, but at least he's man enough to admit it! He's man enough to, and he's not even a man! Buffy, life isn't all hugs and puppies, so can you imagine what unlife is like? If you, for once, put yourself in his shoes I'd bet you'd not only find yourself fitting in, but you'd like it. I don't like that you didn't tell me, ok? But if you're ready to just let somebody like Spike go so easily... what are you going to do when he moves on? Are you going to spy on him with his gorgeous new beauty? Are you going to realize how great he was for you? Or are you always just going to regret how things ended like with your other boyfriends?"
Buffy stared at her sister.
"You've grown up a lot, haven't you?"
Dawn nodded, "Yeah. A lot quicker than, say, you."
"I know." Buffy sighed, "Maybe I need lessons from the realist."
*A/N: I know, it was kinda weird. I've had this idea, and I just had to get it out but I don't really know how it sounds. Next chapter will be really cool, but very short. I already have it written out, now I just have to type it. It's gonna be fun! Leave reviews please! :)*