Family Ties

BtVS/Harry Potter X-Over

Disclaimer: The characters from BtVS & HP belong to the god known as Joss Whedon & J.K. Rowling respectively. I've just kidnapped the characters for the duration of this fic. They will all be returned, hopefully not too scarred by the time I'm done.

Spoilers: Takes place a year after S5 Buffy (Slightly AU). Major changes – After Tara got her sanity back, she decided to go back home, the Hellmouth too much for her. Giles left for England to train the new slayer (Buffy was still a slayer, so when she died, another was called) a month after Buffy died. Three months after Giles left, Xander & Anya died during a fight against a group of demons. Willow became Dawn's legal guardian, as Hank didn't know about her (the monks forgot to give him the memories of her). Spike left for L.A to join Angel Investigations. For this fic, Dawn's age is 12, not 16, meaning she was 11 when Buffy died and the whole Glory thing was going on. In the Harry Potter universe, takes placing during book/movie 2, Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets.

Rating: G, possibly changing later on.

Part 2

"I believe I asked you a question, ladies." His voice had become chillingly cold. Wincing slightly, Dawn looked at Willow for an answer. The redhead just frowned slightly, still eyeing him curiously. She shook her head, scarlet strands flying around her face, an enigmatic smile on her face.

"And I believe that I'll answer that some other time, Professor..?" She trailed off, realising that she didn't have a clue as to what his name was. Or, for that matter, who any body else in the room was. She flushed slightly, silently berating herself. Great first impression, Wills, just great. She looked around the room, the blush on her cheeks becoming more prominent as she saw each and every eye settled on her, curiosity and shock rampant in their eyes.

She looked at the man with the impossibly long beard and narrowed her eyes. He looked amused…in fact, he was full out grinning. And damned if she wasn't smiling as well. She couldn't help it though. There was something about those twinkling eyes. Something told her he knew everything. This must be the headmaster.

"Aah…Ms. Rosenberg, Ms. Summers. I believe introductions are in order." The old man spoke, smiling at each of them kindly. Willow and Dawn both turned a light shade of pink, embarrassment on their faces. Dumbledore snickered slightly as he saw Severus shoot both girls murderous looks. Although, to be fair to Severus, the two American's had offended him slightly. He began the introductions, cheerfully ignoring the potions master. "Professor McGonagall teaches transfiguration…" He went on, smiling as Willow's eyes widened as he listed each professor and what class they took. The professor's nodded and smiled at both girls as Albus introduced them.

"You already know Rupert, though Ms. Summers, it would be better if you called him Professor during class instead of Giles. His subject is magical lore & creatures. The man sitting next to him is the potions master, Professor Snape." Snape just glared at both girls and then looked in surprise as they glared back. Giles bit back a laugh. "Oh, and this is the divination professor, Professor Trelawney." He wondered what fate Sybil would see for the two young females. He paused for a couple of seconds and wasn't disappointed. The divination professor's eyes widened as she touched the redhead's hand. A perplexed expression appeared on her face.

"Oh…oh my. This is most disturbing." Willow and Dawn exchanged glances, Dumbledore and the other professors waiting to see what else she said. "You…both of you…oh god…" Her face became distraught, wild, animalistic panic in her eyes. This time it was the turn of the professors to exchange glances – what did she think she was seeing? A small whimper escaped her lips, and Willow tried to break her hand out of the professor's grip.

"Sybill? Are you feeling all right?" Dumbledore asked, his voice not betraying the worry he was feeling. Surely she wasn't really having a vision, was she? The divination professor ignored him, still clutching Willow's hand as if it were a life preserver.

"So much pain…so much loss…" Her voice was a soft keening wail, and left Dawn with fear in her eyes.

"Willow? What's going on?" Her voice was slightly high pitched. Willow shook her head helplessly.

"I don't know Dawn, I don't know." She sent a pleading glance towards Giles, confused at the shocked look on his face. The woman clinging onto her ignored her and kept muttering to herself.

"Oh dear lord…so much…so much hurt…pain…the two of you…you hurt so badly…I can feel it…it shadows you…oh god…" She let out a choked sob and even the other professors began to look worried. But it was her next words that shocked the three from Sunnydale.

"Loss…you've lost…so much…they've hurt you…Jesse…The Master… Jenny…Angelus…Drusilla…William the…no…Spike…Faith…Oz…Angel…Cordelia." The names she rattled off her lips had Willow's face turning pale and Dawn's eyes widen. Giles looked troubled, a haunted look entering his eyes as he thought of Jenny. "There was trouble with the government…those boys…they hurt you…betrayed your trust." Willow looked uncomfortable as she remembered how they had treated Oz. "Then there was something bad…oh god…no…not her…never her…not the one with no name." Dawn paled as her words sunk in. Glory. Willow tugged on her hand, afraid to hear the words to come next. "You couldn't win…nothing you…nothing Buffy did…none of it worked. You couldn't hurt her…but you couldn't let her get Dawn…so you dabbled…it shadowed you…the dark…" Willow finally managed to tug her hand out of the professor's grasp, her eyes crackling. Giles groaned – this was going to be a long night.

TBC…