Title: Chamomile
Part: 3/10 So Magical
Author: JMaria
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimers: Not mine, never will be. I do own Edgar and Chamomile, however.
Spoilers: 5 and 5
Summary: Magical Me! No, not Lockhart.
A/N: I was going to add in Edgar in the last chapter, but I failed to do so, so I must chastise myself (lord knows, he's been pecking at my heels all week to do so.)

Part Three: So Magical

After several days of planning, they decided that on taking the Hogwarts Express to get to Hogsmeade. Dawn was taking this whole oh-so-you're-a-wizard business all in amazing stride, so it didn't do to have introduce her to proper magic by side-along apparating or portkey. Charlie's gaze drifted over to the dozing girl. The twins had left with Cammi only an hour or so ago so the girl could nap in peace. She'd been staying with the Weasleys for the last three days. She'd spent a lot of time with the baby, her young face taking joy in the sight of her niece. Charlie, however, found himself worrying constantly that the young girl was isolating herself.

He really shouldn't have worried though. Suprisingly, Fred and George had been doing a bang up job on her. When she wasn't sitting with Molly, telling the older woman what little Chamomile liked and disliked, she was chasing gnomes in the garden with Fred and George or giving them more twisted ideas for that joke shop of theirs.

Dawn snapped her head up, stretching quickly as she gazed out the window of the train. Soon she was pressing her face to the glass as she watched the land slip by. She looked so much younger than he could have ever thought. She beamed half-heartily at him.

"Hey, Charlie. Where's Double Trouble?"

"Went to go get some lunch in the Dining car. Are you hungry? I could go -"

"Nawh, Molly made a huge breakfast today before you came back this morning to get us. She must have thought I could eat a six course breakfast."

"Well, George and Fred normally do."

"Yeah, those guys are worse than Xander on a bad day. So, where you been?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Kinda went all Mr. -" Dawn waggled her fingers around and rolled her eyes around, "Disappearo for like two days.""

"Business."

"Work-a-holic?"

"No, actually I've been working on getting you into a school so you don't have to repeat this term."

"Check out Mr. Mom." Dawn grinned at him. It was nice, having him worry over the littlest things like school and if she was getting enough to eat.

Charlie stared at her, not sure how to respond to the girl. She was just as hard a nut to crack as her sister had been. He'd been trying to figure it out for the last two days, but he still couldn't.

"Dawn, when the twins popped in the other day, why did you call them demons?" Merlin, her bluntness must be wearing off on him.

Dawn stared out the window again, not sure what to say. Well, they had trusted her with their secret. What would it hurt if she told them? Buffy was dead. It wouldn't compromise her situation anymore. Glory/Ben was gone for good, and to the best of her knowledge, she didn't open anything any more. She really didn't have anything to fear.

"I'm gonna tell you, cause I really can't believe she didn't. Buffy was a vampire slayer." She said calmly. She was waiting for him to say something.

"That's not possible -"

"Did the words 'freakishly strong for a girl' ever cross your mind when you were with her?" Dawn snorted.

"How -" Charlie shook his head. "So she was a slayer?"

"Yup. Big awesome power, itty bitty life span," She said, doing a pretty good Genie impression, if she did say so herself. When Charlie failed to comment on it, she plowed ahead. "So, for the last year a goddess tried to kill me, and Buffy gave her life to save mine and the rest of the world."

Charlie sat still for a moment. Fall down the stairs. His arse. He knew that there was something off when she'd told him that the first time. He clenched his fist. She'd died to save her sister, but she never told him about their daughter.

"Are vampire slayers always so self-sacrificing?" He said bitterly.

"I always thought they were big old skanky, self-important, know it alls." She said softly. She turned her gaze back out the window. "And I thought they were demons because before I knew about wizards, I was under the impression that only demons could pop in and out of places like that."

They sat quietly together for several long moments before the twins arrived. Charlie grinned as the compartment door slid open. His brothers were covered head to toe in smashed food. Dawn bust out laughing, her eyes tearing up as she focused on the perfectly clean, smiling baby being held at arms length by them.

"Your spawn wants a nap." George said, glaring at the little girl in his arms.

"Yeah, we stuffed her, you can empty her." Fred said bitterly.

"You got owned by a baby!" Dawn cried between gasps of breath.

"Oh, really?" They said. They dove at the girl the second Charlie took Cammi. They tickled her mercilessly, getting food all over the compartment.

It was going to be an interesting stay at Hogsmeade.

Dawn's jaw hung open as she stared at the coolest village she'd ever seen. Granted, she'd only been in L.A. and Sunnydale before now, but still. It was awesome and quaint just like in all the stories. She grinned up at Charlie, who wasn't all that much taller than her.

"This is so cool!"

"Glad you like it, Dawn." Charlie said, shaking his head at her.

"So, when do we meet the infamous long-haired, pierced-ear wearing brother of yours?" She asked mischievously. "Molly said I was supposed to make ugly faces and say he looks like a girl with hair that long. And Molly Weasley only raised one girl, and William Weasley is not that child." She couldn't hold a straight face for much longer.

"His flat's right over there." He said, pointing down the street, juggling the little baby in his arms. "Why -"

But Dawn bolted away towards Bill's place, a mischievous grin on her face. Charlie turned to the twins, their mouths hanging open.

"She's gonna do it!" They said at the same time, disbelief clear in their eyes.

"That little demon's gonna do it!" George muttered.

"And we'll have to pay her!" Fred sounded so devastated.

Dawn grinned back at them as she opened the door and raced into the living room of the flat. They'd dared her, and she could never say no to a dare. She could hear voices in the rooms to the back. Racing towards them, she yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Bill Weasley, you big rat! I'm pregnant with your baby!" She cried, racing into the room.

She stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth falling open and her eyes going huge. There in the middle of the room, buck naked was Bill Weasley and a blonde woman. Clearly in the middle of something else.

"Vhat is she saying, Bill?" The blonde looked extremely pissed and naked.

"Who the hell are you?" Bill demanded, pulling a shirt over his legs, and reaching for his magic wand.

"Bill? She - holy shite." George said knocking into Dawn, who had just stood there not moving at all.

"Didja tell him - Whoa." Fred said, staring at the sight in front of them.

"Bill, this was just a - Fleur?" Charlie peered into the room as he followed the twins in.

"Do ya all mind getting the hell out of here?" Bill snapped bitterly.

Bill glared at Charlie as the twins, the baby, and the crazy girl tried to convince Fleur that it was all a great big joke. Charlie grinned up at his brother.

"Who the hell is that crazy brat?" Bill asked.

"You remember Buffy Summers?"

"The American girl from last year?"

"Yeah. That right there is her sister Dawn. And her daughter, Chamomile Anne Weasley Summers."

"You shagged the Summers girl?" Bill asked. "I mean Buffy, not that kid."

"Yeah. That's my daughter. Your niece." He grinned at him. "What's up with you and Fleur?"

Ron read the letter from his mum again. She wanted him and Ginny to meet Charlie, Bill, and the twins tomorrow in Hogsmeade. Why? The twins were supposed to be busy with their shop, Charlie and Bill were supposed to be doing things for the Order. Oh, well. Tomorrow would show them what was up.

Dawn peered into the shop. There were all kinds of animals. And Fred and George had offered to buy her one, seeing as she'd gone through the dare and everything. She grinned as she peered into the cage.

Their one request was that she didn't get a rat. And this certainly was no rat.

"I'll take him, please." She said, smiling up at the shopkeeper.

"You let her buy a mongoose?" Charlie cried.

"Hey, his name is Edgar. And he's the sweetest little mongoose ever born." She said, cuddling the furry little creature.

"You are mental." George joked.

"You said no rats. He's not a rat." She said pointedly.

"He's pretty damn close to one." Fred said grinning.

Dawn cuddled the furry animal as she sat beside little Cammi. She grinned as her niece's hand went to Edgar's head.

"See, Cammi likes him." She beamed at them.

The door of Bill's apartment flew open, and a voice burst through the room.

"Wotcher Bill. Look who I found." A spiky green haired girl lead the way for four teens.

Dawn had a feeling that she was about to meet the rest of the family. Apparently so did Edgar and Cammi. Because they chose that second to each giving an ear-piercing cry.

A/N 2: Ta-da. What do you think? More of family issues and meeting Harry and everyone else. Edgar hijinks. And flirting and some Tonks.