Harry had arranged to meet with Dawn in her hotel lobby just after lunch the next day. She found him there with another girl, with bushy brown hair.

"Hey Dawn," said Harry. "This is Hermione Granger. Hermione, Dawn Summers."

"Hey!" Dawn waved to Hermione. "I thought you said there'd be more of us?" she asked Harry.

"We're meeting Ron and Ginny in front of the Cauldron," said Harry. "They're running late, as usual, so we told them we'd meet them there after we came to collect you."

"The Cauldron?" asked Dawn.

"The Leaky Cauldron," said Hermione. "It's an inn, sort of, just around the corner from here."

"Okay!" said Dawn. "Let's go."

Dawn noticed a man leaning against the wall outside the hotel as they left. He looked slightly sinister, with a bowler hat pulled down over his face concealing one of his eyes. He was wearing an oversized cloak and had a walking stick clutched in one hand. She saw Harry and Hermione glance toward him, and then they studiously ignored him.

Harry and Hermione took Dawn down the block to Charing Cross Road. She looked back as they went around the corner and saw the strange man was limping in their direction.

They stopped between a book store and a record store half way down the block. Dawn looked around. "I don't see any inns." She glanced back the way they'd come, but didn't see the limping man again.

She saw Harry and Hermione grin. "Muggles have trouble seeing it," said Hermione. "Not that there's anything wrong with Muggles," she added quickly. "My parents are Muggles."

"There you go with that Muggle thing again." Dawn was getting annoyed, and six years of living on top of the Hellmouth had given her a finely honed paranoia. When you don't understand what's happening, it can be bad. Even though he'd vanished, Dawn couldn't help feeling that the limping man had been following them, and both Harry and Hermione had known it. She wondered how they'd react if they knew the sort of mini-arsenal she was carrying. Even though it was day, she had a stake, cross and holy water in her purse, and a knife in her boot. She glared at them, but they just kept grinning, like they were in on a joke that she didn't get, but there didn't seem to be any hostility in their faces.

Dawn caught a glimmer of motion in the corner of her eye, and looked toward it. She didn't see anything. She scanned along the wall. There was the book store…there was the record store, and there was nothing in between…or was there? She looked again, and this time she noticed something. Her eyes just skipped over several feet of wall. Dawn started to have a suspicion about what was going on. She looked back at Harry and Hermione. "It's hidden by a glamour! Of course! We should have known!"

It was Harry and Hermione's turn to look surprised and confused. Surprised that the Muggle knew that there was a glamour, and confused by her second statement. What should they have known? They were really surprised by what Dawn did next too. She closed her eyes.

They had spent part of the summer with Giles' coven friends in Devon, and Dawn had been taking lessons. She knew a couple of ways to see through glamours, and she was going to try the hard one first. If this didn't work she'd try feeling for it. She took a couple of deep breaths, cleared her mind, and turned toward where she knew the glamour was hiding something. She opened her eyes, and there it was. A dingy little door into what looked like a dingy little pub. She held out her hand toward it. "Voila! the Leaky Cauldron!"

"You see it?" asked Hermione. "But Muggles aren't supposed to be able to see it!"

Dawn grinned. "Maybe you should stop calling me a Muggle then."

"You really see it?" asked Hermione. "Harry didn't set this up with you as some kind of joke?"

"Nope. I see it…and I gotta tell Buffy about this!" Dawn reached for her cell phone. There was a reason they had picked the hotel they were staying in, and Dawn suddenly knew why they'd been having so much trouble finding their target.

"No!" "Wait!" cried Harry and Hermione together.

Dawn looked at Harry and Hermione and saw that they were both scared. She stopped and thought for a bit. "Okay…someone has obviously gone to a great deal of trouble to keep this place hidden, so you don't want me blabbing about it to just anyone. A few more hours aren't going to make any difference, so we can take a little time to get to know one another better, build a little trust before we take the next step. Buffy isn't expecting to hear from me soon, so we've got that long for me to convince you that you can trust us, or for you to convince me that Buffy doesn't need to know about this. But I gotta warn you, that's going to take a lot of doing. Tell me one thing before we start: What does DADA really stand for?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look. "Defense Against the Dark Arts," they said together.

Dawn smiled. "Really? This may be easier than I thought. Defending against the dark is what we're all about." She looked back at the entrance to the Cauldron. "And I guess that's Ron and Ginny coming out now." Dawn could see a couple of red headed teenagers coming out of the pub. She'd been warned about their hair.

The tall red haired boy came out and smiled at Dawn. "I thought you said you were bringing an American Muggle," he said to Harry. "She saw us before we got out here."

"I thought I was bringing an American Muggle," said Harry. "Things just got more complicated."

"I'm sorry, but the movie's off for now guys." Dawn pointed down the street. "There's a park down that way, let's find a shady tree to sit under while we talk."