Title: Chamomile
Part: 6/10 Learning To Fall
Author: Jmaria
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimers: Edgar, Cammi, Ezme Legace, Medusa Figg, and Kirkland Maltby? Mine. Everybody else are the results of Joss and J.K. brains
Spoilers: 5 (6ish) by 5 by 2 (A:ts)
Summary: I cannot believe you saw that! Why didn't you tell me? What did you do? How is that even possible? What's with the freaky mongoose? And hello again.
A/N: Confused by the mongoose anyone? This time, I really mean I'm gonna explain him. Honest. If it kills me, I will get to explaining about Edgar. Anywho. It's halfway done. . .sigh. Only four more parts after this (And I'm so gonna finish this before I'm internet deprived for the next four months) Ok, I also want to draw in someone else from the Buffy verse. (or Angelverse as the case may be). I'm also so very muchly screwing with the seasons 3 and 6 of Angel and Buffy. You'll see why. *sigh* And Spike, my loveable biteable blondie bear. Will he ever get to where he's going. . . ?

And Kirkland Maltby is based on the very cute Kirk Maltby, a winger for the Red Wings. Yes, I know I have serious lust issues.

6. Learning To Fall

Dawn held Cammi on her hip when they port-keyed to the Ministry of Magic. Edgar was perched on Charlie's shoulder. Dawn had to grin up at the older man. It was the first time he had actually looked like he'd combed his hair, and his black robes were very chic looking. He'd even gotten baby robes for Cammi and some for Dawn. Her robe was a bluish black. It covered the khaki skirt and blouse she wore. They'd decide to put Cammi in a reddish black robe that went over her pink dress.

The little girl's thick layer of hair was pulled up Pebbles style. She sucked forcefully on the pacifier in her mouth. She rolled her baby eyes and leaned her head on her aunt's shoulder.

"Can they really do this, I mean, seriously? She's not even a year old!" Dawn cried.

"I know. I don't think she meant to even do it."

"Mr. Weasley? They're ready for you now." The door man held it open for them.

A council of wizards sat before them in the circular chamber. The chief peered at Dawn, a sneer on the older woman's lips.

"A witch of your age should know the difference of using magic outside of school, Miss."

"Well, duh. But what does that have to do with Cammi?" Dawn rolled her eyes at the woman.

"You're not Chamomile Summers?"

"No. I'm Dawn Summers. Duh." Dawn glared at the witch, deciding that she didn't much care for her attitude.

"Then where is Chamomile Summers?" The witch blushed slightly in her embarrassment.

Cammi pulled her head up and gurgled something around her pacifier. Her little fist shook at the council of wizards and witches. Edgar gave a cry, startling the council once more.

"You called us to try an infant, Ezme?" One of the wizards twittered, trying to repress a small chuckle.

"An infant, who it seems is under the tutelage of a Kofi familiar?" A stern looking witch on the far end of the table lifted an eyebrow.

"Excuse me, a Kofi familiar?" Dawn asked. Why were they talking about Edgar? Wasn't this all about Cammi doing that thing at the house yesterday?

"What do you call the Kofi?" The second witch asked, turning her attention

"Edgar, Ma'am."

"I suggest you look up a Kofi familiar, Miss Summers," She said. "As for this council attempting to try an infant, no punishment is issued. Honestly, Ezme. There are more serious matters to attend to other than trying to send a baby to Azkaban. You may take your charges and go, Mr. Weasley."

Hours later when she was alone and the story had been related to the entire clan, Dawn flipped open the book she'd gotten from Kirkland's shop. She flipped through the pages, with Edgar at her side. He put his paw on the page she needed.

"Kofi familiar?" Dawn asked. She read the paragraph.

Kofi familiars are a very rare species. In the middle ages, this species was overly abundant. They were used to guide wizards, and mostly for the detection of evil wizards. It is rumored that Godric Gryffindor had one, setting Salazar Slytherin and himself at ends. In modern times, Kofi familiars are very rare. Desicriptions of these creatures vary. One account was that it was a cat like creature, another that it was like a fox. They possess the ability to communicate telepathically, and are rumored to have certain healing gifts. They are in no way believed to be overly dangerous.

Dawn stared at Edgar. This wasn't what she was expecting. But then it dawned on her. She'd known something had drawn her to the mongoose, but that wasn't what she thought. She stroked his head and watched the little creature. A voice tickled in the back of her mind.

Special creature for special girls.

L.A.

Spike paced around the Hyperion Lobby. Two months. Two months he'd been waiting for the Great Poof or one of his damn employees to tell him where the bits were. They were all being very tight lipped about it. And Spike was ready to rip their annoying little heads off. He lit another fag as he watched Cordelia glare at him again. He would get his bits back. Even if it killed him.

Five Weeks Later, The Burrow

Percy Weasley groaned, smacking his forehead over and over again. Leave it to the birth of the first of the next generation of the Weasley family to draw him back into his life as one of them. Now he was stuck tutoring Dawn Summers so she would be ready for the next term. At least now he had five minutes to clear his mind. He leaned his head against the shower as the water poured over his body. He'd just shut the water off and had stepped out of the shower when the door burst open and Dawn - with the twins on her heels, of course - skidded into the bathroom.

Dawn's mouth hung open, her eyes bugging out of her head as she couldn't stop starring at the very naked, very wet Percy. She couldn't help the staring, however. It was like looking at a car wreck. You know you shouldn't stare, but you can fight the compulsion to stare either.

Percy squawked like a duck and the twins let out horrified groans before she managed to look away. She blushed as she rushed past the twins and out the front door. . . where she caught another car-wreck of a sight.

Hermione finally kissing Ron. Geez, couldn't these people fricken' announce if they were gonna be naked or making out? Like little helpful signs or something?

She was wearing a huge grin by the time she finally got over to where the rest of the family was. Things had been really quiet around the house, which was weird. But everyone was getting ready for school to get started. She knew Percy was ready to be rid of her. Luckily, for both of them, Percy wasn't her only tutor. Remus Lupin, an old friend of Harry's and an ex-teacher at Hogwarts was tutoring her, along with the book shop owner, Kirkland. Tonks had been developing an unhealthy habit for hanging around the Burrow. And everybody knew the apple of her eye wasn't Bill anymore.

"Wotcher, Dawn! Get down here, and you'll get a real eyeful," Tonks said brightly.

"Another Quidditch match, Tonks?" She groaned playfully, before muttering under her breath, "And I've already gotten a few eyefuls."

"Yep, and your first flying lesson." Tonks socked her shoulder playfully.

"All right! Bout time. Charlie's been trying to squash the plan for like ever!"

"You're lucky. They oppressed Gin for six years." Tonks replied, laughing out loud.

"Damn the man."

"Well, let's not be too hasty, ducks," Tonks eyes drifted to over where Oliver, Percy, and K.L. stood with the twins. She got that far away look that Dawn remembered oh so well.

"Right. . . Percy doesn't look so bad naked, you know."

Tonks had been taking a drink of water at that moment. It flew out of her mouth, spraying all over Dawn and the blanket they had been sitting on. Dawn blinked as Tonks stared at her.

"What the hell are you talking about, Dawnie?"

"The twins and I kinda burst in on him in the shower this morning. He's not as sticky as you'd think."

"Sticky?" Tonks cried.

"Yeah - ew, not like that! He's not so stick figure-y as you'd think. Really, you need to get your mind out of the gutter." Dawn rolled her eyes.

Four out of five of the men were all dressed up for a Quidditch scrimmage. Tonks was too, but she held two brooms in her hand. She gave her a grin and pulled away from the group.

"All right, now here's how we go about this." She put the brooms on the ground and began the lesson.

Edgar purred as Cammi watched with wide eyes as her aunt floated shakily in the air. She rolled over onto her back and kicked her legs against the grass. She cooed as her uncles and the other men zoomed over them. Mione-curly-hair picked her up and settled the little girl on her hip. She grasped the witch's hair and gave it a sharp tug.

"OW! Chamomile, don't pull. Bad girl!"

Cammi not bad. Cammi not happy!

Cammi needs to learn to control that temper. Let go, Cammi.

NO! Cammi watch men, big one take Cammi to talk silly. No fun!

Cammi.

OK, mean Furry-Voice.

Cammi let go of Hermione's hair and gave a baby sigh. She leaned her head on the older girl's shoulder.

"Ezme Legace has always hated the Weasley family. Ever since Charles Weasley, Arthur's cousin, left her for another. He died in the first War. Stupid cow. Always wanting to exact revenge. Luckily, Medusa Figg can see through her tricks," Molly was telling Tonks and Charlie.

"Meddie was always a smart cookie. She wasn't head girl for nothing. And a Ravenclaw to boot." Arthur said chuckling.

"Oh, she had such an air about her, that Ezme did. I could not stand it! And who ever heard of a Hufflepuff being so vengeful? Honestly!" She huffed.

"Molly, hold your granddaughter, and quit complaining." Arthur took the baby from Hermione and put her in Molly's arm.

"Honestly, prosecuting a baby. Whoever heard of anything so stupid!"

"Molly, it was two months ago."

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley. There are other things to be worried about, besides Councilwoman Legace." Hermione said quietly.

"Yes. Yes, I know. Oh, little Cammi, my girl look at your Uncle Ron. Isn't he a good keeper. And your uncles Fred and George. If only those boys would - Ginny! Why is Ginny playing with them?"

"Mum, it's the twenty-first century. Women have been playing Quidditch for the last sixty years," Charlie said chuckling.

"Oh, well, Our Dawn has decided to join her I see." Molly said icily. Charlie's eyes snapped open wide as he turned to see the girl zipping along in the sky.

"DAWN!"

"Oh ho ho. We're not so high and mighty when it's our little girl up in the air, now are we?" Arthur said laughing.

Fun, Fun! Cammi do too?

Not for another ten years at least, Miss Cammi.

No Fun, Furry Voice!

Seven Weeks Later, Sunnydale

Willow plopped down at the table beside Tara. She smiled softly. They had the house to themselves. Xander and Anya would be there any moment now. She put the last of the ingredients on the table. The front door opened and the couple made their way into the room.

"Wills, are you -"

"Xander. We do it, tonight. Anya, you got the urn?"

"Yes. Off of E-bay. At my home computer."

"Good. Cordelia called, Angel made it back to them last night. Threw Spike against a wall. Sent him packing. We should expect him back in the next few days," Willow said softly.

"Spike's been there for the last three months?" Xander had to laugh, "He's been bugging Dead boy for the last -"

"No, he's been looking for Dawn and Cammi."

"But they're with that Charlie guy, right?" Xander frowned.

"That's what her letter said. But then, we haven't heard from her in a very long time," Anya said. "Should we fear for the little ones, especially with the possible impending resurrection -"

"We can't leave her in hell, Anya," Willow snapped, glaring at the ex-demon.

"Geez, just trying to make a point."

"Point made. But Willow, if this does work, how are we going to get in touch with the girls?" Tara asked quietly.

"Angel knows were they live." Willow said.

"Willow, Xander?" Giles' voice called out to them.

"Hide this, we'll handle Giles." Tara hissed, tugging on Anya's arm.

"Yes, I have many business ideas to run past him. He's going to be very stingy, but I'll use logic involving money." She smiled, following Tara out of the room.

Xander watched as Willow scrambled to gather the things up.

"I don't -"

"Xander. I'm not leaving her in hell. We've left her for long enough. I can't do that to her."

"You're leaving? You can't just leave -"

"I no longer have a slayer to watch, Willow. I - I long to go home."

"And this isn't your home anymore?" Willow snapped. "No, go ahead forget the last six years of memories you had here. Forget us."

"Willow, that's pretty harsh," Xander frowned, even though he was feeling something close to that at Giles's announcement.

"Go, Mr. leaving guy."

King's Cross Platform 9 ¾

Dawn lugged the trunk behind her as Harry and Ron lugged theirs. Ginny had four or five boys fighting to help her with hers, which made Dawn just the a little jealous until she remembered that those boys knew Ginny and she was just a new face on the Platform. Ginny blushed furiously as Ron made a low noise in the back of his throat. Dawn had to laugh at him. Harry did too. It was something about her that could prod him into laughing. It was nice.

"So, Hogwarts here we come! I really hope Molly can control Cammi. Especially since Edgar decided to come with me," Dawn sighed, glancing back at her niece and Molly.

"Yeah. Cammi is a little spitfire," Harry joked.

"It's a Summers' thing."

"I noticed." He grinned at her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I should kick you, smart ass." Dawn huffed, straightening her jacket.

"Hello, scarhead. Got yourself a new girlfriend? Or is she another pathetic hanger on?" A blond haired guy, flanked by three other teens, two of whom looked a lot like gorillas, sneered at Harry.

"Back off, Peroxide. Nobody's talking to you," Dawn snapped, stepping around Harry.

"Oh, ho ho. What are you, a mudblood?"

"That's something bad, right Harry?"

"Yeah," Harry said cautiously, even though he was cautious of the face she was pulling.

"Cool," Dawn smiled brightly as she let loose a mean right hook, catching the blond square on the jaw. "Edgar said I could do that." She grinned, stepping over the guy.

"He's started talking to you?" Harry tried to pull his eyes from the boy on the ground.

"Yeah, started last week. Let's find Gin." Dawn called.

"That's twice, Malfoy," The smaller of the other three Slytherins around him gave a small sneer. "Twice you've been struck down by muggle born Gryffindors."

"Shut, Zabini."

L.A.

Spike stared in disbelief at the very horrifying sight in the doorway. She grinned at him and Angel. The four other humans in the room were gasping in disbelief.

"BLOODY HELL!" Spike yelled.

"Hello my darling boy. Spike, you haven't changed - well you have. Your hair looks like shit."

"You're pregnant!"

"Yes, thank you for being so very observant." Darla said dryly, rolling her eyes at him.

"And how is that possible?" Angel demanded.

"Oh, I think you would know the answer to that very well, Angel."

"You got her knocked up, Peaches?" Spike's jaw actually dropped as he stared between the two of them.

"Yes. Now, figure out what the hell you did to me and undo it, Angel!" Darla screamed.

Sunnydale

They were flung back by the power of the spell. They had pulled her coffin from the ground and had opened the lid. They heard the body-wracking gasp as life flooded back through her. Buffy bolted upright, her arms swinging out and breaking the lid right off the coffin. She was wheezing, trying to get her lungs to work properly again. Her sight was blurry as she tried to focus on the four people surrounding her.

"Buffy?"

"Buffster?"

"Can you hear us?"

"Yes, ARE WE SPEAKING LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU TO HEAR US?"

"Anya, she's been dead, not deaf."

"Well, technically, she was probably both, Xander."

"I. . . died." She said brokenly.

"Yes, and you were in -"

"Heaven."

The four friends were struck silent. This - that couldn't be possible. No, Buffy had been trapped. In Glory's hell dimension. Right?

"But, I wanted to come back. For Cammi. And Dawn," Buffy said after a long while, trying to form the words. "Where are they?"

"We sent them to Angel," Xander whispered.

"Who took them to Charlie," Anya added.

"Charlie?" Buffy asked, as her last moments were playing themselves over and over again in her mind.

"They're in England, Buffy. With -"

"Charlie." And with that, Buffy passed out.

Hogwarts School For Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dawn stretched in the big comfy four poster bed and gazed up at the red bed curtains. It was almost like being a princess up here in Gryffindor Tower. She grinned as she jumped out of bed. Ready for the day to start. Ready for school. Ready to get the chance to beat the snot out of that prick Malfoy and flip off head boy Zabini. They really bugged her.

She had Potions first. But there was an owl perched in the window, with a letter from Charlie. She tore it open.

"Oh . . "

A Week Later

Charlie was just getting up for the morning when he heard something coming down the road. He poked his head out of the window. A muggle mail truck was stopping at the drive that led to the Burrow. The rusty post box they had there was tugged open with a great metallic screech. Charlie looked at it curiously before he made his way down the stairs and out the door.

Molly, who was feeding Cammi her breakfast, stared at him as if he was crazy. He placed a kiss on top of her head as her grandmother squawked, outraged at the blur that was her son.

He yanked open the box and read the address. It was marked to him from Sunnydale. He tore open the letter and hit his knees as he read it.

"Buffy's alive?" He whispered, tears of joy rolling down his cheeks.

L.A.

Buffy stood in the doorway of the Hyperion. Cordelia had been crying. So had the other girl, Fred. Wes and the young bald black man, Gunn were shooting each other looks. Angel had been crying, and Spike. Well, Spike had hit his knees at the sight of her.

"How long, Spike?" She said softly, staring down at him.

"148 days."

"They wouldn't tell me," her voice shook a bit, the amount of time gone from them hitting her hard in her chest.

"They - they brought you back."

"Willow. . . and the others." Buffy said softly. "What's wrong here?"

"Peaches's little boy was taken."

"Whose?" She frowned.

"Angel's son."

"Funny, I came here for my daughter. When'd she become a boy?"

"She didn't. Darla had one," Spike seemed to be the only one who could talk about this other baby.

"Darla's dead," Buffy crossed her arms over her chest.

"She is now," Angel spoke for the first time, something akin to grief in his eyes.

A portal ripped open in the ceiling and a young lanky man, bloody and bruised, fell to his knees. He looked up at the group of people assembled in the room. But his eyes locked on Angel.

"Hello, Dad." He said, before he passed out.

"Connor?"

A/N 2: Ok, I know, tons and tons of quick fixes. But I needed them! I needed Spike in L.A. and I needed to jump around a lot. Ok. Next chapter, We're off to see a wizard, more Cammi magic, and some kicking of Malfoy's butt. How'd I do?

It's Edgar. And you know it is.