AN: Wow! Thank you all so much for your comments! I see a lot of you are pondering exactly what's going to happen in the story. Well I'm going to take a leaf out of Ms. Rowling's book and keep quiet. I've got all my ideas sorted and you'll just have to be patient with me and see for yourselves! I hope you continue to enjoy the story and thanks again for all the words of encouragement!

Chapter 5

Two Worlds

The next morning, Dawn was awoken by hushed whispering, and it took her a few minutes to realise that they weren't in her head. The previous night, Fred and George Weasley had led her to a room, and from their quiet yet extremely lively chatter she'd deciphered that she would be sharing a room with two other girls. She hadn't managed to speak to her roommates yet, as upon entering the room she was greeted with gentle snoring. Now though, she opened her eyes to see two extremely bright pairs staring back at her.

"Good Morning!" cried one voice, and Dawn looked around to see its owner, a rather small girl with mussed up hair, as red as the Weasley brothers. The other girl was also suffering from bed-head, but her hair was brunette and quite bushy looking, and Dawn noticed she was holding an extremely large and grumpy looking ginger cat. She looked a little older than her redheaded companion.

"How are you feeling?" asked the older girl, shifting the cat in her arms so Dawn could now see it's face; which looked a bit squashed, very much like someone had hit it with a frying pan.

"Tired…" she murmured in reply, but still sat up to greet them, "I'm Dawn Summers…"

"I'm Ginny!" said the scarlet haired girl with a large grin.

"Weasley?" asked Dawn with a knowing smile. Ginny nodded in response.

"You've met my brothers?"

"Fred and George?" Dawn replied. Ginny's grin widened.

"You've still got Bill, Charlie, Percy and Ron to meet," she exclaimed, "but you probably won't meet Percy, and Charlie's really busy…and Bill-"

"I'm Hermione Granger," interrupted the other girl giving Ginny a withering glance, "And this is Crookshanks." Hermione stroked her cat's flat head lovingly.

Dawn smiled again in greeting.

"How old are you two?" she asked as she threw her legs over the bed to get up.

"I'm nearly 16," answered Hermione, "and Ginny is 14…you're…?"

"17…" replied Dawn slipping on her trainers, "I'm starving…are we allowed down for breakfast?"

Ginny was giggling. Dawn and Hermione looked at her questioningly.

"Your accent is funny…" said Ginny blushing slightly, her cheeks going a faded colour of her hair; and Hermione glared at her warningly. Dawn merely laughed.

"Yours is as well…I guess that's just how it is…"

At this point Crookshanks gave a loud and wailing meow, which made them all jump, and then laugh.

"He's hungry too," Hermione said wisely, "Come on, or the boys will get there first and eat everything..."

The three girls headed out of the room and down the stairs.

Breakfast was an eventful activity. Buffy, Xander and Willow were all still asleep, but Andrew, fully dressed, looking desperately excited and tense simultaneously met the three on the stairs.

"I couldn't sleep!" he claimed, "Xander kept snoring and there were all these rustly noises…"

"That'll be the rats…" said Ginny calmly. Andrew paled.

As the foursome passed the curtains that the noise had come from the previous night, Hermione explained that behind them was a portrait of an old woman, Mrs. Black, who had a tendency to scream insults at anyone who she saw, and was best to be avoided. They headed along the hall and down some stairs into the huge stone kitchen, where a table was laid out for many people in the centre of the room. Dawn was reminded of an old medieval banqueting hall. A large fire, the main source of light in the poorly lit room, burned low at one end of the room, with a large blackened kettle hung over it. Iron pots and pans were strung around the room giving a slight homely feel to the place. An assortment of people were sat around the table, with another redheaded and rather plump looking woman bustling about near the stove.

Dawn soon discovered that this was Mrs. Weasley, ("Call me Molly dear!") a very kindly woman who Dawn immediately felt welcomed by. She sat them down at the table and loaded mountains of toast and sausages onto their plates. As she hurried about making the breakfasts for the rest of the number of people in the house, Dawn and Andrew became acquainted with Mr. Arthur Weasley, who seemed fascinated with where they had come from and how they lived.

"Dad collects muggle things. He finds it interesting…" muttered Ginny through a mouthful of cornflakes.

"Muggle?" Dawn said with a frown.

"Non-magical people…" came the response from Hermione, and she proceeded to explain to Dawn a little about the magical world, whilst Andrew fell under the interrogation from Mr. Weasley.

Ten minutes later, five others joined them in the kitchen. Fred and George sat opposite Andrew and watched amused as their father asked him how he did up his shirt buttons in the morning. Their driver from the night before turned out to be Bill Weasley, the eldest and possibly coolest Weasley of the bunch. His long flaming hair was in a ponytail and he wore a fang earring in his left ear, apparently much to his mother's annoyance. The other two boys sat down near Fred and George and regarded Dawn with curiosity. One of them was unquestionably another Weasley, and she guessed that this one must be Ron. He was a thin and rather gangly looking boy, and he offered her a small friendly smile. The other boy gazed mutely. He had untidy black hair, and glasses, and peeking out from beneath a short fringe was a lightening bolt shaped scar. So this was Harry Potter. It struck Dawn that a boy who had meant to have been through so much looked so…normal?

"Harry, Ron, this is Dawn, she's Buffy's sister…the slayer?"

Dawn nodded and smiled nervously back. Harry continued to stare.

"Slayer?" said Ron "Oh yeah…vampire slayer, we've done our research…" he looked pointedly at Hermione and muttered "Not by choice though…"

"You know all about us?" Dawn asked with frown.

"Oh yeah," Ron began to butter the toast his Mum had just laid out in front of him and Harry, "Lupin told us about you a few days ago…"

Dawn bit into a piping sausage. She hardly knew anything about these people, and yet they knew all about her. It made her feel sort of guilty. She turned to Hermione.

"Will you guys tell me about…well…you guys? I'm kinda still in the dark here…"

Harry tilted his head slightly still observing her.

"But you know why you're here?" he said darkly. Dawn nodded to him. Then quietly, she added…

"I'm really sorry about your godfather Harry. When Buffy died…I thought the world was over. And then Willow brought her back…and now…" she trailed off as she saw Ron, Harry, Ginny and Hermione gaping at her.

"Your sister died?" Harry spoke up, his gaze softening. Again, Dawn nodded.

Ron shook his head in amazement and said "Apparently we don't know everything..."

Hermione silently nibbled her last piece toast. Ginny was suddenly really interested in her fork; but Harry continued to look.

"Can you tell me what happened?" he asked, his bright green eyes sparkling, "I need to know…"

"Of course," Dawn said with a small smile, "As long as you guys help me out getting used to all this magical stuff…"

They all nodded, and the five of them rose from the table, heading upstairs to talk, and leaving poor Andrew with the question "And how exactly do you put ON the socks?"