A/N: Paladin3030: Fitzhugh's was founded around 1245 and built in Europe, but then later moved to the border between Canada and Michigan by French traders/. I just didn't get to that explanation yet. Thanks for voicing your question.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing BtVS or HP, but I own the junk you can't recognize.

Chapter Two: Getting Unexpected News . . .

A petite blonde woman sat at a desk, setting up a dreaded schedule of who was patrolling tonight. Xander had done it last week, and Willow the week before. Now, twenty-three year old Buffy Summers was stuck with the job. Potentials (that really wasn't the right term for them any more) kept popping up everywhere, searching out the most famous slayer of all. And it all brought them to the quiet suburban town of Burkesville, Ohio. She sighed. Chalk it up to being on the Hellmouth Two. Kinda like an even eviler Mini-me, of the Hellmouth variety. Okay, who was working tonight? Her life could never get any easier, could it?

Buffy Summers did not like her situation at all. Fall just wasn't as much fun in the East as it was in the West. It was too damn cold here. God! Why were they all in Burkesville, Ohio? Oh, yea. The Hellmouth collapsed in on itself, destroying Sunnydale. And Giles had to ruin everybody's fun by saying, "There's another Hellmouth in Cleveland."

Well, it was a banner day, because Giles was wrong. It wasn't in Cleveland . . . it was outside Cleveland, in the small, eerily similar town of Burkesville.

"Buffy, you in here?" The teenage girl called.

"I'm in here, Dawnie!" Great, what now?

The young brunette popped her head in Buffy's office. A grin plastered on her lips. She hated Ohio, but she put on a happy face for her poor sister. Ohio wasn't that bad. It could be Nebraska.

"All work and no play, " Dawn quipped, tossing the envelope in front of her.

"Haha. What's this?"

"A letter."

"I can tell that, who's it from."

"Marina." A huge real grin formed on her lips.

"Cousin Marina?" Buffy yelped.

"Yep."

"What did she say?" Buffy narrowed her eyes.

"Read it!"

"Fine."

"Out Loud." Dawn pulled the chair up next to Buffy and rested her head on her fists.

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Dear Buffy and Dawn, I hope things in Burkesville are going well. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be in the area. This year I'm going to be going to a college in the area, and was wondering if I could stay with you two until the fall semester starts. I'll be around in a little while. Lots of Love, Marina."

"It's really kinda weird. She didn't even give a number for us to reach. And Uncle Edgar never even called after Mom died. And she was his sister."

"Aunt Moira called. She, she asked if you wanted to come and stay with them. For awhile."

"And you never told me?"

"When was I supposed to tell you, before Glory tried to kill you, or after I died?"

"Understandable, but you should have left a note."

"Dawn."

"Buffy."

"Anyway. We have another houseguest on the way."

"I'll try and scrounge up a room for her."

"Try in the main compound. The potentials are all in the Bunkhouse, but we still have a few rooms to spare."

"Wait, how did she find us here?"

"I sort of talked to Aunt Moira before and after Sunnydale . . . sunk."

"Buffy, how are we gonna explain all of this . . . stuff." Dawn asked, pointing to the weapon covered walls.

"It's art. Don't you have school?"

"Right on it."

"Well, Damn."

Marina Jane shifted on the bus. Stupid normal ways. Stupid dad. Stupid conformity. She'd be in Burkesville within the hour. And boy, was she a nervous wreck.