Title: Chamomile
Part: 5/10: Reluctant Daughter
Author: JMaria
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimers: Not mine, never will be. I do own Edgar and Chamomile, however.
Spoilers: 5 and 5
Summary: School's not out yet, Missy. And get your hands off of others, young lady.

A/N: Ok, we're getting more of the getting to know everyone thing. Yes, I like the twins very much and I figured Dawn would take to them as they tend to remind me of Xander (I like the fun boys) Nearly everyone seems to love me having naked Weasley men running around. And Edgar? he gets clarified a little here. And my little muse/mongoose is loving it. Cammi gets more personality. She's been very two dimensional so far. She really likes Ginny. And we see some more familiar faces. And a warning: slight male OC.

Funny little sidenote: In THCTM, the second part of the series, I put that Cammi was being watched by Clem. . .in season five. Clem wasn't introduced until season six. Oops?

5. Reluctant Daughter

Willow gave Spike a gentle shake. He opened his eyes, his vision still blurry from the night before. She offered him the mug and a box.

"You remembered?" He gave her a small grin.

"Yeah. Spike?"

"What Red?"

"You have to stop." She said softly.

"Stop what, Red?"

"Mourning."

The red-haired witch turned away from him, rising from her haunches. A slender pale finger traced over the glass of the picture frame. Spike watched her, his eyes locked solely on the image of the blonde girl who looked so alive. Willow turned back to him, her cheeks marked by the path her tears had taken.

"You're one to talk, Red." He said gruffly, knocking back the mug of pig's blood.

"It's killing you, Spike."

"Already dead."

"You didn't fail."

"That's where you're wrong. We all failed. The Slayer's dead. And you took the Bit and Tea-bit to Peaches."

Willow was quiet for a moment. No one knew the truth. Only she did. She turned to the blond vampire and tried to say something. But he cut her off.

"Why the bleedin' hell she'd send them to the great Poof? Their family's here. We raised them!"

"Spike, they aren't with Angel." She said softly.

"What?"

"They're with Cammi's father."

"Captain bleeding Cardboard?" He roared, jumping to his feet.

"No, Spike," Willow took a deep breath. "Riley isn't Cammi's father. He's English. Angel - he was supposed to take them to him. Buffy never told anyone about him, because he didn't know she was the slayer."

Spike was quiet. He honestly didn't know what to say, and that might have been a first for him. She watched him for a minute, not sure what to say or what to hold back. There were plans. There were many things she couldn't say to make it all ok.

"Damn little Scooby club." He muttered, reaching for his half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels. He tipped it back, watching as she left the room. The moment he heard the witch's footsteps head down the stairs, he was up, the bottle discarded.

Dawn was laughing as they tried out all of the products Zonko's had to offer. Ron and Ginny had come back this morning with their friends and Tonks. Charlie thought that it would be best if his younger siblings met the baby. Dawn hadn't really gotten to see most of the town, and the twins had a few deliveries to make to the joke shop, while Harry and Hermione decided to leave the Weasleys alone to bond with their niece.

She opted to stick with the twins. Plus, she wanted to learn a little something about her new business. Ginny'd seemed a little bummed by Dawn's announcement. Ron and Bill weren't. She'd, along with the twins, of course, had made life very miserable for Bill in the last day and a half.

Dawn liked all of the Weasleys, she even liked Bill. But she'd seen Tonks' eyes when the older woman had seen Bill and Fleur. Dawn liked Fleur, really she tried to. But there was something her that grated on Dawn's last nerve. The French witch couldn't be much over twenty. The fact that she was drop dead gorgeous might be the tipping factor as to why Dawn really didn't care for her.

She'd reassured Ginny that they'd get the whole summer to hang out, but then had quickly ducked out after the twins. Ron's friends had decided to join them, as had Tonks. But Edgar, her mongoose wouldn't leave the house. Dawn shrugged it off and had left.

"So, this place you grew up at, they were like totally abusive to you?" Dawn asked Harry, as she tested the feel of two different sized dung bombs in her hands.

"What?"

"Fred and George have been filling me on what I missed out on knowing. They told me about how they drove that flying car to save you that one time."

"Oh, my . . . family."

"Yeah, the abusive S.O.B.'s who should be thrown in the slammer. Hitting on kids isn't cool," A mischievous glint came over her eyes as she looked over her shoulder. "As Bill should know."

"Bill?" Harry looked shocked and a bit confused.

"Yeah, robbing the Veela cradle much? She'd like what, Gin's age?" Dawn said, picking up another dung bomb.

Harry gave a hearty chuckle. Dawn grinned broadly. They'd told her what had happened to his uncle/godfather Sirius a year ago. It was hard to get back to that place where you could laugh again. She could definately relate, and needed to smile herself. Harry gave a little smirk to that.

"Yeah, we've been giving the old man hell about that."

"He can't be more than twenty-seven." Harry argued.

"And she's like nineteen. That'd be like me dating Charlie."

"Which is just a frightening image, Dawnie dearest." A low voice piped over her shoulder as Fred saddled up beside her.

"Yes, as frightening as imagining dear Harry here with Gin." George added.

"You and Ginny are an item?" Dawn asked curiously, stifling the small giggle at his rampant blush.

"No! She's like a sister."

"Gotcha." She grinned as she turned to the twins. "You know, I've been thinking. You could so improve on the dung bombs. You know, make them lighter and more discreet but more potent. Go for the kill, you know?"

"I thought you were a silent partner, Summers." George narrowed his eyes.

"I'll be silent as soon as you listen to me." She grinned blissfully at him. "Sides, it'll sell like hotcakes. I'm trying to make you money, boys." She redirected her attention to the other girl in their group. "Hermione, you said there was a book store here, right?"

"Yes, just two shops down."

"Cool, I've been meaning to pick up a copy of Hogwarts: A History, some books on familiars and a new journal. Wanna come with? I'm annoying my business partners."

"Of course." The older girl said brightly.

Dawn disentangled herself from the boys and looped an arm through Hermione's. They made their way to the door and out into the street, leaving the young wizards completely baffled.

"Our Dawnie certainly moves a mile a minute, doesn't she?" Fred sighed.

"Would we want it any other way?" George grinned.

Dawn pushed open the door of the book shop and made a bee-line for the counter. A young, handsome wizard stood behind the counter. She smiled up at him.

"Hello. Can I help you find something?" He said in a velvety smooth voice.

"Hi. Do you have any books on Mystical Mongooses? And journals? Oh, and a copy of Hogwarts -" She said breathlessly.

"A History?" He grinned down at her.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I'll go see what we have."

Hermione was just gazing at the shopkeeper. He was very handsome. And Ron and Harry never understood why she liked coming here? Kirkland Maltby made it all worth while. Dawn was giving her this knowing look.

"What?" Hermione demanded.

"He is hot! You could have warned me!" Dawn fanned herself with her hand.

Hermione blushed furiously, accidentally hitting the bell on the counter as she came to stand beside Dawn. Both girls looked up suddenly as someone called from up in the stacks.

"Maltby, you got that?" A lilting Scottish accent wafted down to their ears.

A moment later, a face accompanied the voice. A sandy haired young man bounded down the stairs, two at a time. Dawn just stared. He had such a cute grin. But Hermione's voice rang out.

"Oliver? I didn't know you worked here!"

"Hermione, good to see you too. Did Maltby already help you two?"

"Oh, yes. He's checking on something for Dawn." She gestured to Dawn.

"Hi, I'm Oliver Wood."

"Dawn Summers."

"You didn't go to Hogwarts, did you?"

"Oh, no. Dawn's Charlie's sister-in-law. She -"

"Charlie Weasley got himself hitched?" Kirkland asked, entering from the back room.

"Not exactly." Dawn answered, regaining her voice. "He - I brought my niece here to England."

Before they could start asking her loads of questions, the bell on the door chime as a familiar green head popped into the store. She grinned the second her eyes landed on the two girls. Tonks strode over to them and grinned.

"Wotcher. I've been looking for you two. You said you were gonna stay in Zonko's."

"Sorry. I needed some books on how to care for Edgar, and went all research mode. You know? Find books and conquer them." Dawn grinned.

"Nymphadora Tonks?" Maltby asked in disbelief.

Tonks whirled around, her eyes going wide as she recognized the man behind the counter. She let out a screech as she raced around the counter.

"K.L. Maltby! Merlin, it's been ages!" She pulled him into a quick hug.

"I don't get a hello, Tonks?" Oliver grinned at her.

"Ollie, like I could ever forget my favorite keeper! I heard you were playing pro-Quidditch now." She gave the other man a hug.

"I do, this is just a part-time job. My da and Maltby's are old school mates. They thought it'd be a good idea for us to join up. I work in the busy season, and in the off season Maltby's on his own."

"Excuse me, but for those of us who aren't you three, 'splainy?" Dawn interrupted.

"Oh, sorry. I played Quidditch with Ollie back in school. And K.L. and I were old mates back in school. Even though he was a chaser for Ravenclaw." As if she suddenly remembered something, Tonks pulled some money from her pocket. "What does she owe you, K.L.? I have to get her back to Charlie."

"I'll give you the lot for half."

"What's wrong, Tonks?" Dawn asked, worry skating over her that something had happened to Cammi.

"Nothing, he just needs to see you." She helped the teens gather up the books and winked back at the men. "We'll get together for drinks soon!"

"Right."

Dawn noticed, as they left the book shop, that Tonks had a decisive lightness to her step. Oh, yeah, she had a plan brewing.

Earlier that day, little less than an hour after Dawn and the twins had left for their day on the town, a visitor arrived at Bill's flat.

Chamomile was laying on her stomach, trying to get herself to move closer to Furry Voice, who backed up a little bit every time she moved. She narrowed her baby eyes at the creature.

No Fair!

No, I guess it isn't. The wise one is here. He will know all you need -

Gotcha!

Cammi wrapped a little hand around Edgar's paw. She had wiggled her way across to him.

Or so it would seem. He narrowed his eyes at the happy little girl. He really did dislike magical babies.

That is against the rules.

I win?

Yes, you win. But you also are in trouble, little one. Look.

Mean Claws.

Cammi glared up at the owl pecking at the glass of the window. Charlie/Daddy stood over her, scooping her up in his big strong arms.

Edgar leapt up on a chair and then onto the window sill, where the owl was pecking. He knocked the latch open and hissed viciously at the owl. Charlie, afraid the animal would attack the owl, raced forward. The bird simply dropped the letter that was held in it's beak and quickly flew off. Edgar picked it up in his teeth and handed the missive to Charlie.

He opened it and nearly dropped it in disbelief.

Chamomile Summers,

Hearing date for Underage Use of Magic

Tomorrow 8:30 A.M.

Reason: Underage Apparation

Tattletale.

Cammi thought bitterly.

Albus Dumbledore entered at that moment and stared in disbelief at the mongoose on the widow sill. Charlie turned and held out the letter to his former headmaster. The old wizard seemed to be in deep thought for a moment.

"I believe you are quite right, Charlie."

"What?"

"I will of course, have to meet with the elder Miss Summers, but I believe your proposal is a good idea. And young Chamomile here, will definitely have a place in Hogwarts when she is of age."

Anya trudged up the stairs of the Summers house. It was quite odd. No Summers actually lived here any more, and yet it was still the Summers home. Well, Spike got drunk, frequently, here. And Tara and Willow had the lesbian sex here. She paused at the door that had formally marked the Slayer's bedroom. Little Cammi's bed was still in there, with all of Buffy's things.

When she opened the door, his pig's blood mug and bottle of Jack Daniels was still there, but Spike was gone. She hurried down the stairs and stood in front of the rest of the Scoobies.

"Spike's gone."

"What? Did - Did he stake -" Tara asked

"There wasn't a pile of dust. The window was open." Anya said, helpfully

"And his car is gone." Xander checked.

"Where could he have gone?" Giles demanded.

"Uh-oh." Willow said softly.

"What?"

"I kinda told him where Dawn is."

"So he's in L.A. with Deadboy?" Xander perked up at the thought of the two vampires annoying each other instead of annoying him.

"No, I really told him where she is."

"Uh-oh."

"Call Angel, give him the heads up. We don't know where in England she is, only he does." Giles said, removing and cleaning his glasses.

Dawn sat nervously with the older man. He was going to 'test' her for any magic. She knew he'd find the big green swirling energy that was the Key. She gulped nervously. A spike shot at her from the corner of the room. She screamed as it headed for her head. Suddenly, it jerked and impaled itself into the ceiling. She tried to catch her breath. The old wizard merely smiled at her over his half-moon glasses.

"Congratulations are in order, Miss Summers. You are indeed a witch."

"I am?"

"Yes. It is very fortunate that I happened to bring this along with me." Albus Dumbledore pulled an old raggedy hat from inside his cloak. "Now, don't fear my dear. It shan't bite you."

"When things come with a warning like that, they usually tend to bite."

He chuckled and placed the hat on her head. Suddenly, she could hear a voice speaking to her.

"Miss Summers. Oh, you have such potential, my dear. Brains enough for Ravenclaw, a heart large enough to care for anyone, a Hufflepuff standard. Scheming enough for Slytherin. Courage enough for Gryffindor. But where to put you? Resentment would follow you in spades. Untested as you are for such a late bloomer."

"Hey, no comments on my physical development, Buster!"

"Temper, temper, Key."

When Dawn gave a small gasp at that, it continued. "You didn't think I'd over look that! Ah, made from the slayer. But the slayer wasn't alone in her body. No, your niece and her type of powers were given to you as well. Where to put you. You are a Weasley. Better make you a GRYFFINDOR!"

Professor Dumbledore took the hat off of the newest Gryffindor. He smiled at the younger girl.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Miss Summers."

A/N 2: Ok, who wasn't expecting that? Hmm? Next up, her first day at Hogwarts and the Buffy/Sunnydale issues. And another naked Weasley, because every girl- made fifth/sixth year needs a tutor during her very short summer vacation.