Disclaimers, etc, see part one.

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Hermione ran into Ron as they entered the Great Hall for the feast. Ron was staring at the teacher's table. Exasperated, she pushed him.

Ron stumbled forward, trying not to look away.

"She's gorgeous," he breathed.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Who, the redhead?" Ginny asked, coming up behind them.

"No, next to her," Ron said, "dark hair, purple robes."

Harry looked up at the table, too. There were several new people sitting at the end of the extended table. They were all wearing robes, but no hats. They were all looking around the Hall with amazed smiles.

The dark haired girl was pretty, but he was more intrigued by the dark haired man along the row of new faces. He seemed familiar some how.

"Ron put your eyes back in," Ginny said. "Let's sit down, we'll find out who they are."

She nudged Hermione forward. She was glowering and sat on the right side of the table with her back to the strangers. Ginny sat beside her, the boys opposite them, staring.

"The dark haired guy," Harry asked Hermione. "Who does he remind you of?"

Hermione was still staring darkly at Ron. Ginny turned to get a better view.

"Sirius," she said promptly.

Harry was shocked. Firstly because it was Ginny, who was scared and quiet around him and secondly because he thought he had been hallucinating.

Hermione looked quickly at the stopped, staring too.

"I know them," she said.

"Who?" Harry asked, excited.

"The blondes," Hermione said. "That guy, and the girl in blue."

Harry looked at them both. He didn't recognise either of them. The girl looked sad the way Sirius did when he talked about his time at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore stood up and the whispered conversations ceased.

"I would like to interrupt your thoughts of food to introduce our guests. They will staying with us for the few weeks, maybe longer. Some of them will be joining you in classes, others will offering classes. I expect to you all show them the respect you would show any teacher.

"Well then, on the end we have Willow Rosenberg, next to her Dawn Summers."

"Dawn," Ron breathed.

Hermione grimaced. Harry nudged his friend, hoping he would snap out of it soon.

"Tara Maclay, Spike, Anya Jenkins, Xander Harris, Buffy Summers."

"What kind of name is Buffy?" Ron demanded.

"She's Dawn's sister, so watch what you say," Ginny said.

"Shh," Hermione hissed.

"…Hogwarts student, Rupert Giles," Dumbledore continued.

There was a smattering of applause and Dumbledore beamed at the students.

"That done with, you are free to concentrate on the feast. Enjoy."

Dumbledore sat down again. The students followed his instruction with remarkable enthusiasm, except that no stopped eating to remark.

"I know that name," Hermione said. "I'm not sure he's a good guy."

"We were sure Snape was a bad guy," Ginny said.

"We're still not sure on that one," Ron said, around several roast potatoes.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded.

Ron shrugged.

"I don't like him," Harry decided. "He seems to be getting on too well with Umbridge."

He stabbed his piece of roast beef moodily. The guy looked good in his black robes, and Harry thought that he knew what he was doing.

At the end of the feast, McGonagall appeared at the Gryffindor table before they could leave.

"Mr Potter, please, come with me," she said.

Harry stood up. So did Ron and Hermione.

"Just Potter," she said. "He can tell you what he wants to in his own time."

Harry nodded at Ron and Hermione, telling that he would do that and followed McGonagall out of the Hall and into the chamber across from it. Snape and Dumbledore were there with the dark haired man called Xander Harris.

Harry stared at them.

"Xander, this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is Xander Harris."

Xander held out his hand. Harry took it automatically. It was the first time Dumbledore had spoken to him all year, and it was this, with no warning and Snape's suspicious grimace.

"Xander is Sirius's son," Dumbledore said.

Harry blinked. He hadn't known Sirius had had a son, he was fairly sure Sirius hadn't known last time they had spoken.

Snape snorted. "So that's why they're here? Because that overgrown mutt got lucky twenty years ago?"

"Hey!" Harry and Xander said at once.

They turned back to each other for a moment. Something clicked and they were more comfortable with each other in their indignation.

Snape rolled his eyes.

"We need to talk to both of you," McGonagall said, glaring at Snape.

"Why?" Xander asked, sounding worried.

Harry glanced at Dumbledore for reassurance. The Headmaster was watching Snape and wouldn't look at Harry. Harry looked at McGonagall, she didn't look grim, or reassuring, which calmed Harry slightly.

"When Sirius was convicted of your parents murder, Harry, the Ministry did what they would have done if he had died."

Harry nodded.

"That means that his estate was legally handed over to his next of kin."

"Xander," Harry said.

"No one knew Xander existed, his estate was in your care," McGonagall said.

"I had no idea," Harry said. His tone was faintly accusatory behind the confusion.

"Of course we didn't tell you," Snape said. "You weren't supposed to find out that he was your godfather, were we supposed to tell you that you owned all his stuff? when you couldn't do anything about it? Having a frustrated Gryffindor around is so much fun!"

Harry clenched his fists and snarled at Snape. Xander put his hand on the boy's shoulder, holding him to the ground.

"Well at least one of them has sense," Snape said.

McGonagall gave him a sharp look. Snape retreated into a silent, seething brood.

"Sirius didn't have a will, Harry. The Ministry assumed you, as his godson, were his next of kin. Because your aunt and uncle aren't a part of the Wizarding community, the Ministry was the trustee, until you became a Gryffindor. For the last four years, I've been the trustee, and legally your guardian."

Harry blinked again. He had wanted information. He didn't think he'd be landed with so much. He'd have to ask McGonagall some more questions later. At the moment he was having trouble dealing with what information he had.

"You're my legal guardian?"

"In the Wizarding world, yes. I have agreed that it is best," she grimaced at the word, "to let you stay with your aunt and uncle during the summer. But Xander is going to the Ministry tomorrow. If they accept his identity, he will considered Sirius's next of kin, and inheritor of the estate."

"You'll get the house," Harry said.

"Hopefully not for long," Xander said, smiling. "Anya has evidence they may accept to prove Sirius innocent."

"Okay, so you're Sirius's son. Who are all the people you came with?" Harry asked, not knowing what to say.

"My friends," Xander said. "Well, Anya's my, we're going to get married. Professor Dumbledore thought we'd be able to help you guys out. And, well, get training. This place is pretty cool."

Harry grinned. He quite liked this guy. He hoped, for Ron's sake, that Dawn was as nice.

"How can your friends help out?" Harry asked. "Are they Wizards and Witches, too?"

He had gotten the impression that they were new to the Wizarding world. And Xander had said that they needed training.

"Some, Willow and Tara, and Spike's, well, Spike."

"You and the friends you stayed with over the summer will get to meet them tomorrow evening," McGonagall said.

Harry nodded. He looked at Dumbledore who smiled at him, but wouldn't catch his eye. Harry sighed.

"I better go up to bed," he said. "It was good to meet you, Xander."

Harry left, walking slowly. Xander turned back to Snape. He didn't like the man, and felt sure that the guy hated him. He knew about Snape from Sirius, but he didn't think his father had ever cared enough to get to know him. Xander at least wanted to know some of what drove the guy.

"And how will your friends be able to help?" Snape demanded. "Apart from putting a dangerous criminal back on the street?"

If Snape excepted a similar reaction to the one he had had earlier, he was disappointed. Xander had had a lot of practice dealing, first with Cordelia and then with various frat boys, to not take bait he knew was coming.

"Well, Buffy's the Slayer," he said.

Snape was not impressed. "Oh, yes, that slip of girl. Because Slayers do so well against magic and strategy. That's all you've got, a Muggle girl who can hit hard. She doesn't even look like she cares."

"Neither do you," Xander said. "And she's been kind of off her game since she came back from Hell, but she'll knuckle down."

"She went to Hell?"

"Yeah, but Willow, Tara, Anya and I brought her back. As pleasant as it is to argue with you about this, my friends are waiting for me, and Dumbledore wants us to stay."

Snape blinked twice. In that time Xander turned around and stalked out of the room. McGonagall tried to hold back her laughter. Snape growled at her.

"Oh, Severus, has someone seen something scarier than you?" she purred. "You're going to have wear something blacker tomorrow."

Snape's face darken considerably. "I already have enough cause to wear black, Minerva."

He, too, stalked out of the room. Minerva watched him a moment before turning to Dumbledore. He seemed mildly amused, as he often did.

"I do believe you offended him. Well done, I have been trying to for many years."