Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own Angel the Series. If I did, I wouldn't be covering my ass with one of these dumbass disclaimers. Also Angel and Spike would be naked a lot more often, Tara would be alive, Lindsey would be a non-evil lawyer (if there is such a thing…if not, he's just the sexy one), and Dawn and Connor would actually be together. Again, I do not own any of this.
This is an answer to a challenge. Here it is: This is a Dawn crossover challenge. What if the monks sent Dawn to someone else to protect? You don't have to use Glory or anything else from Buffy if you don't want to. In fact, some of these ideas would probably work better if you only used Dawn. This can be a crossover wit anything you can think of.
This is my answer. This will have Buffy characters, so have fun later on (when they show)
"The hardest thing in this world to do is to live in it."
Dawn awoke with a start. "What the bloody hell?" she blinked as the sun assaulted her eyes.
"Language," Dawn's father, a man by the name of Oliver Wood, walked into his daughter's room.
She scowled, "Your friends taught it to me," she declared. The sprightly five year old leapt out of bed and headed to the bathroom as her father started to pull out her uniform.
"Don't listen to anything they say," Oliver scowled, letting his imagination running away from him. He was thinking about what wild and crazy things his friends, fellow Quidditch players, were teaching her.
"Anything?" Dawn came back into her room, a sly grin on her face.
Oliver sighed; sometimes his daughter got the best of him. "Not anything. But let's get you dressed. School today."
After he left his daughter to her own devices for the next thirty minutes, he went to check to see if the morning post had arrived yet. The Daily Prophet sat on the windowsill like it did every morning. The delivery owl was always prompt and never waited longer than he had to. Oliver had taken to leaving the tip next to the bowl of water and owl treats.
An owl's hoot brought him out of his thoughts. He turned and there was Hermes, Percy Weasley's owl. "Hello Hermes," he said smiling. Oliver remembered when Percy had gotten his owl from his parents. He had been so proud. But he hated the thought that they had spent so much money on him. Percy told Oliver that he was even thinking of returning it and buying something useful for his parents instead. Their friendship was an odd one. Oliver Wood was the dashing Quidditch captain who captured the hearts of fellow students. Percy Weasley was the quiet studious head boy. That's probably why they were such good friends.
Relieving the bird of its burden, Oliver began to read the letter Percy had sent him.
"Oliver," it read. "I ask you a favor, a cousin of mine, Wesley, is coming back to England from the States. He has his nephew with him, the same age as Dawn. I was wondering if you would meet him at Heathrow and show him around. Thank you, Percy."
Oliver grinned. He remembered Wesley. The boy was three years older than himself, quiet, very much like Percy, without the red hair. He was a fellow Gryffindor. He didn't know he had a sibling. The sibling could have been a squib, but Weasley's didn't have squibs for relatives. Oliver didn't think about it long for Dawn had rushed down stairs, hair streaming behind her. Strands of gold intermixed with chocolate to make a russet curtain.
"Is that from Uncle Perce?" she asked, excited.
Percy was her godfather, and a damn good one. She loved the man as much as she loved her father. He was like a big teddy bear to her. And if it were possible, she would drag him about as if he was one. It always served as amusement for Oliver when Percy would come over and would promptly begin to play with the little girl.
Oliver's smile widened. "Yes it is. He was asking me to do a favor for him. Now why don't you turn around and I'll tell you while I braid your hair." Dawn turned around as her father began the task of managing her hair.
"What's the favor? Does it involve candy?" Dawn asked, trying not to fidget.
"It could," Oliver admitted, knowing exactly what would get Dawn listen to him. "It's from Percy. His cousin is coming back to England from the States, with his nephew, whose your age. He wanted me to meet Wesley, that's his cousin, at London's airport. And show him around, because in the years he's been away magical England has changed, and he has a little boy with him."
"But boys are icky. Why would Uncle Perce ask you to do something like that?" Dawn got up and spun around. The two braided pigtails swinging about her.
"Because it's being nice. Do you remember why being nice is so important?" Oliver asked. He was glad Dawn thought boys were icky. Hopefully she would always think that.
"Because if you're nice to someone, they'll be nice to you!" Dawn informed him. "Ms. Caddock told us so."
Oliver nodded. "That's right, now what do you say, split a muffin?" he held out his hand as they walked into the kitchen. But not before Oliver wrote out his reply to Percy and sent Hermes off.
"Remember, be nice to the other kids," Oliver told his daughter. It was unneeded, really. There were never major problems, and he liked to believe it was because he taught her to fight with her words, not with her hands. But it was probably because Julia Caddock herself.
Oliver had gone to school with Julia, she was three years a head of him, and in Hufflepuff, but Oliver had liked her well enough. She was always willing to help anyone, regardless of house. She even helped the Slyetherins, at least the ones who approached her. Maybe that's why she was head girl in her seventh grade. But now she was a muggle certified teacher as well as a wizarding one. She taught mostly the children who had a muggle parent as well as a magical one. She wasn't alone; in fact the school that she taught at was Ghawrots, of which the teaching staff was made up of completely wizards and witches with teaching certificates in both worlds.
Smiling at Julia before he hugged his daughter goodbye, Oliver left his daughter's school and made his way to the Ministry. He wanted to know why Percy needed this favor from him. And he had time before he had to be in Yorkshire, where the Puddlemere United team practiced.
Oliver was sitting in Percy's office as he walked in. "Oliver!" Percy exclaimed in surprise. "Is everything alright? Is Dawn okay?"
Oliver laughed and nodded. "I just wanted to see why I'm going to be showing Wesley around, and not you."
Percy looked at his friend. "Wesley has his nephew, which is more like his godson, with him. Connor, I believe is name is, and he's five. Dawn's five, and I thought you two would have something to talk about, other than Hogwarts of course."
Oliver nodded, "I told Dawn about that, and she wanted to know why we had to show them around. And I quote, 'Boys are icky'."
"Let's hope it stays like that," Percy said quickly. Once he realized what he said, the tips of his ears went red. Oliver just laughed. Quickly Percy changed the subject, "Wesley intends on teaching at Hogwarts. He'll be teaching Magical and Mystical Lore. Supposedly it's a sister class to Care of Magical Creatures. Of course, it's mostly theory, unless Wesley had changed much, which I highly doubt."
"So a Weasley cousin is teaching at Hogwarts? It's only the beginning I suppose. So whose the next Weasley to enter our Alma Mater?" Oliver asked.
"Harvey, Bill's oldest. He's 12, going into his second year. Benjamin, George's boy, is next," Percy reported, pointing to the pictures on his walls.
They were covered with nieces and nephews and his goddaughter. The only thing that seemed to be missing was picture of a spouse and children of him. Percy always claimed that he was too wrapped up in his work to be involved with somebody. But everyone could see the longing in his eyes when he was at his siblings' houses. It was common knowledge that Penelope Clearwater broke his heart. Percy was afraid that he'd get hurt again, so he played it safe. Percy Weasley was notorious for playing it safe.
"Oh, mum wanted me to invite you to dinner. She's celebrating Wesley coming back home," Percy said.
Oliver smiled, "I couldn't intrude," he told Percy.
"I insist. Or rather my mum does. She won't take no for an answer. She's practically adopted you like she did with Harry. You wouldn't want a scarlet letter would you?" Percy jested.
Oliver shook his head. Mrs. Weasley was famous for her temper, and her howlers.
"Connor," Wesley Whyndam-Pryce shook his "nephew" awake. He knew he was taking a risk by doing this.
But Wesley was now a risk taker. Gone was the hesitant young man that had left the magic world for the supernatural one. He took a risk by taking part of a vampire's family. He lived to tell about it, but the ever-fading scar on his neck still told the tale. Small puncture wounds, from a vampire, were hidden under a collar. He had gone to retrieve Connor from the world he had lived. It was hellish and it took months for Wesley to make sure Connor was ready to face the outside world, let alone the magical world.
But today was the day. He was taking the risk. He was taking an unnatural person and bringing him into a world that was not his, close, but not his. Wesley was bringing Connor into his own world, his magical world.
Percy, his cousin, had informed him that a friend was going to pick Connor and himself up. This friend would have a daughter Connor's age, five. Her name was Dawn, and Percy was her godfather.
"We there yet?" Connor asked, rubbing his eyes. Surprisingly Connor wasn't afraid of the strange world he was brought into, he took to it like a duck would to water. Part of it could have been instinct, but another part was that he was so young.
"Yes Connor, we are. Now follow me," Wesley told him, making sure Connor was carrying his knapsack that held the teddy bear Angel had bought for him. Angel was a sensitive subject for Wesley. He didn't want to poison Connor's mind about his biological father, but then again, the boy's father tried to kill him. When asked, Wesley just replied that his father wasn't able to take care of him at the moment. He promised himself that he would tell Connor when he came of age.
As they entered the airport, Wesley looked around for someone he would recognize. Percy said he would send a friend, so Wesley tried to think of the friends of Percy's that he knew. There was the Penelope girl, but he had heard from Bill that they had stopped going out. There was Oliver, but wasn't he busy with Quidditch? Last he heard of the Gryffindor Keeper was that he was playing for Puddlemere United.
"Wesley Whyndam-Pryce?" A voice called, causing Wesley to turn around, as did Connor, whose hand had found a way into Wesley's.
"Oliver Wood!" Wesley recognized the younger man. He still had that dark brown hair and green eyes. "I thought that you would be busy off playing Quidditch."
The younger man shrugged, "I've found that it's not life. And I'm not captain, so that leaves more free time for me. I have someone I'd like you to meet," he flashed a grin and stepped to the side quickly, revealing a pixie like girl with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. She tried to follow, but Oliver wouldn't let her. "This is my daughter, Dawn."
"Hello Dawn," Wesley greeted. "Percy has told me about you."
She looked up through long lashes. "You know Uncle Perce?" she asked.
He nodded, "He is my cousin." Her mouth formed an o. "And I have someone I'd like you to meet, Connor, my nephew." Connor stood next to him, observing the two strangers with a critical eye. Sometimes Connor acted older than he should.
"Boys are gross," Dawn remarked, earning a grin from Wesley and a stern look from Oliver.
"Takes one to know one," Connor said back. This time Oliver grinned while Wesley glared.
Dinner at the Weasley house was like any other affair there. It was loud, noisy, chaotic, but most all full of love. Dawn ran into the kitchen to see what kind of sweets she could get from Ginny or Percy if he was around. She would also go looking for Molly Weasley who always had something for the girl she felt was her only granddaughter. Connor stayed next Wesley, suspicious of the new people. Only when Molly come out and give him a big hug and cookie did he warm up.
Dawn was actually he one who saved him lots of embarrassment. Fred and George, always eager to try out a new product on a new person, were about to give him a suspicious candy, when Dawn stepped in.
"Didn't you're mum teach you better?" she asked, her mouth set in a straight line, hands on her hips. She looked just like Molly Weasley, without the height and red hair. "Connor's new. Don't be mean!" she stomped her foot. Both twins were so amused by this little girl standing up to them that they just walked away.
"You didn't have to do that," Connor grumbled once they were left alone.
Dawn turned, her hands still on her hips. "That's what you think. I hope the next time they offer something, you take it, and you turn into a flobberworm!" she pranced off.
Connor followed her. "They can do that?" he asked, strangely curious. He didn't know what a flobberworm was, but it didn't sound very pleasant. "That's like magic!"
Dawn turned around, rolling her eyes. She had seen one of her father's friends do it, and it had looked cool. "Duh!" she said.
