A/N: Ok, sorry it took a long time to jog my brain muscles into putting this chapter down to bed. Anywho, We were off to England, no? Yes, off to the land of spotted dick and blood sausages. And wizarding type people thingys. Do I sound drunk, cuz I'm not. I'm just drinking Mountain Dew! Anywho. Yeah, traits of me have been slipping in all of my stories. So, you don't care about that, so on with the real reason y'all are here. My story! (There ya go, Face)

Chapter Seven

Amy raided the closets for fancy looking clothes. They had to look perfect today. Charlie had told them that he had arranged for a portkey to take them to the Leaky Cauldron. Xander had already dressed TA, and was explaining the rules of the NHL to her. He squatted in front of the TV with TA as the Detroit Red Wings faced off with the Anaheim Mighty Ducks.

It was a rare sight to see a blond little girl decked out in a frilly pink dress with a bow in her hair laughing as grown men got shoved into the boards of the rink. She liked violence just a little too much. Too much time with Aunt Faith and Uncle Xander.

Joy fidgeted in front of her mother. She wanted to wear her black dress with the fur on the neck. She burst into tears when her mother wanted her to wear the pink one like TA.

"NO! The fuzzy one!" She stomped her foot. Amy was so tired of fighting with Joy, but she tried one more time.

"Don't you want to look pretty?"

"Fuzzy's pretty!" Joy pouted.

"Ok, Joy, you can wear the black one."

"The fuzzy one?"

"Yes, the fuzzy one."

Amy leaned heavily against the wall as she rose up to get the other dress. She flipped around until she found it. Pulling it off the hanger, she held it up.

"Do you have to go potty?"
"Ummm. Should I?"

"Joy, go just to be on the safe side."

As Joy went to the bathroom, Amy fished out the white tights and the cute little tie for Jimmy to wear.

"Mommy?"

"You need help, Joy?"

"Nope. Where're we goin' and why do we gotta look pretty?"

"We're going to visit an old friend of Uncle Harry's. He wants to meet you."

"Is he old like Uncle Harry?"

"No, he's not old like Uncle Harry." Amy giggled at Joy thinking eighteen was old.

"Is he old like Uncle Xander?"

"No, he's older."

"Old like Uncle Robin?"

"Older."

"Old like Angel?"

The little girl was in the doorway in her underwear, her hands on her hip and her head cocked to the left. Angel and Spike had visited Buffy for a week last year, and Joy had instantly fallen for the brooding vamp.

"No, he's older than Grampie Giles, but much younger than Angel and Spike."

"Who is he?"

"Mr. Dumbledore."

"DUMBIDORE?" She screamed. Her eyes got huge as she turned and fled from the room.

Joy scurried down the stairs and burst into the living room where TA and Uncle Xander were doing a funny dance for the Wings, who had scored. Joy gave them a look.

"You two are wacko. TA, guess who we're gonna finally meet!"

"Who?"

"Dumbidore!"

"What?"

TA raced to Joy and they danced around in a circle. Amy came running down the stairs, the tights and dress in her hand. Xander walked over to her.

"You think they know who Dumbledore is?" Amy only glared at him.

* * * * *

The three children sat on the loveseat, Joy picked at her nails, TA kicked her feet, and Jimmy played with his hands. Amy, Andrew, Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Dawn looked over the photo album.

"Where did you get these?" Amy asked the triplets. Jimmy stared at his hands. Joy stared at TA. TA looked from her brother to her sister. She sighed and tried the eye roll thing again.

"Grampie Giles said it was from Mr. Dumbiedore. We weren't a'possed to tell you, cuz you wouldn't understand that we needed stables."

"To be stable?"

"Yeah! That's what he said."

"Allo, am I interrupting something?" Charlie said, entering the living room.

"Charlie? Oh, damn. Is it time?" Buffy said, glancing at her watch.

"Aunt Buffy said Damn!" Jimmy giggled.

"Damn damn damn." Joy chirped.

"Double damn." TA said nodding her head wisely.

"Thank you oh so much, Buffy." Amy said, rolling her eyes.

Amy did a double check that all of their clothes were proper. She straightened TA's skirt, tightened Joy's pigtails, and brushed the crumbs off of Jimmy's tie. Willow gathered Joy in her arms, while Xander picked up Jimmy and TA latched onto Dawn's leg. Dawn hunched down and picked her up.

"We as ready as we can be." Amy said, as the group all latched onto the portkey. She hoped it wouldn't be as scary as she feared.

A/N 2: gidgetgirl, I was writing this as I got your review. Thanks, I needed a kick to get me back in the mood. If you like fics on families stemmed from a BtVS or HP base, I'm also working on a separate fic that's not related to this one called "A Test Of Grace" where Faith gets a family. And there are three current fics that run either parallel to this one (Making The Connection) or previous to this (Of Bedtimes and Rat Love which explains how the trips came to be and When I Learned To Care About More which explains Andrew's role in this all) there's a slight mention of the trips. Sorry it's short! If I didn't have a BIO exam in the morning, I'd write more, that and my roomie's ready to kill me because of my noisy typing. As always, tell me whatcha think.

P.S.S: The next chappie will involve questionable smells and owl fright and a dancing beard. Talk amongst yourselves. I'm all vahclemped. (Channeling Mike Meyers, sorry )