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Chapter 5
The first thing Harry noticed when he
entered the apartment was a black suitcase with wheels dumped in the living
room. Other than that the apartment was still apparently empty.
"She's been away," Buffy explained,
walking across to stand next to the case. "Visiting the slayers in New York.
I'll call her."
Buffy pulled out her mobile phone and pressed a few keys. She lifted the phone
to her ear and after a few seconds they heard a tinny ringing sounds coming
from one of the other bedrooms. Buffy closed her phone with a snap.
"Looks like she's here," she said
brightly. "DAWN!"
A second passed and the door of the bedroom
flew opened and a brunette teenager emerged.
"I didn't know you were home," she said
to Buffy, and Harry noted her distinctly frosty tone. Then she turned to Harry
and a wide smile parted her lips. She bounded towards him and threw her arms
around him in a hug. He returned it cautiously, not used to so much physical
contact from virtual strangers.
"I'm your cousin Dawn," she said brightly. Then she frowned. "Well not your cousin because Buffy's your aunt and she's not actually my sister, but I guess we're something like cousins anyway…" she babbled, Buffy watching with an amused expression.
"Yeah, okay," Harry said feeling supremely uncomfortable. "Did you have a good holiday?"
He
gestured to the suitcase abandoned in the living room. Dawn turned to look at
it as if she had completely forgotten.
"Oh, yeah that," she said absently.
"Trip home, to America. Stayed with Faith for a while at the Slayer camp in
Cleveland. Watcher training, you know." Her eyes widened suddenly and she
gasped before babbling again. "I mean…I went on holiday, just
holiday…..sometimes I say stuff that's…wrong…"
She broke off, her cheeks reddening.
"It's okay," Buffy put in, smirking
slightly. "He knows who we are."
Dawn threw Buffy a dirty look.
"Thanks for the heads up," she said
bitterly. Buffy frowned briefly and turned to Harry.
"I've gotta pick up Giles from the
airport. You stay here with Dawn and bond or something." She looked at Dawn.
"Look after Harry okay?"
"I
can tell him all about you," Dawn said scowling at Buffy again. "I think I've
got a few interesting stories…"
"Dawn," Buffy said in a warning tone.
She and Dawn shared an intense stare until Buffy looked away. She gave Harry a
small embarrassed smile then picked up her keys.
Harry felt a sense of inner panic at
being left alone with this stranger; albeit he had met Buffy only a few hours
ago, but she seemed more, well, sane.
"You'll be fine," Buffy added to him as if she
could see his thoughts. She threw him a smile before striding out of the
apartment.
Harry's rising panic had locked his feet to their place and he swivelled,
giving Dawn an awkward grin. She didn't seem to feel the same discomfort as him
and she began to talk to him.
"It
must be weird to be here huh?" she said in a friendly tone. "I mean one minute
you think you've got no relatives then you find out you've got a family in
Italy. Of course, I kinda pity you for being related to Buffy. I mean you're
more related to her than I am."
Harry opened his mouth to reply with something placating and diplomatic but
Dawn carried on.
"Of course, I can tell you some stuff
about Buffy. I mean she was my sister for 18 years and then one day, she's not
anymore. Okay so we still have the same blood but not the same parents, and
that really changes things doesn't it? You think you know someone but you never
really do."
Harry felt increasingly uncomfortable as
this girl, Buffy's sister – or not as the case may have been – basically talked
to herself. He began to inch away, wondering if he had to time to get to his
wand before she attacked him.
She looked at him sharply and he froze.
"Let's talk," she said brightly and
Harry nodded immediately, not wishing to upset this crazy girl. She might start
crying or something and where would that leave him?
She sat down on the sofa and looked expectantly at him so he followed suit.
"See, the thing about Buffy is that she
likes to date vampires," Dawn announced loudly and Harry froze for a moment and
then nodded appraisingly, putting an interested expression on his face.
"But isn't she a vampire slayer?" he
asked, sure to keep his voice pleasant as this girl was obviously mental.
"Oh sure," Dawn said, waving her hand
absently. "But that never bothered Buffy. She's always had a thing for the
undead. Can't see why myself….though her boyfriends were pretty hot I guess.
"Really?" Harry said vaguely. Dawn fixed
her blue eyes on him.
"See Buffy gets pretty hung up on guys,"
Dawn continued. "First there was Angel and she was all swoony about him. And
then he died so she was all crying and running away. But then he was alive
again and he broke her heart by skipping off to LA. And then there was Spike
and he was totally in love with her but she was all pain and love and hate. It
was really crazy." Harry wondered briefly if Buffy knew Dawn was a pathological
liar and if she did, why she had left him with her. "But then Spike died as
well and so more with the weepies."
Harry nodded, his eyes wide with feigned
interest. Dawn narrowed her eyes at him.
"You don't believe me do you?" she said
crossly. "I'm not lying, Buffy dates vampires."
Harry frowned.
"But she's the vampire slayer," he said
confusedly. "Isn't that sort of against the rules?"
"Buffy doesn't follow the rules," Dawn said
airily. "She's always done things her own way. Marches to the beat of her own
drummer you could say."
Dawn shrugged.
"You don't have to believe me, just ask
Buffy. She'll tell you." She looked at her suitcase and winced. "Come on, you
can tell all about yourself while I unpack."
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Harry stifled a yawn and forced his eyes to
focus through his glasses. It felt like he'd been talking for hours and it had all
been about himself.
"But if there's a bloody great castle
then don't people try and go in it? Muggles I mean."
Harry wished that for the first time ever that Hermione was present to make use of her encyclopaedic knowledge of Hogwarts, a history.
"Hogwarts has all kinds of charms to
protect it against muggles," Harry recited listlessly. "First of all it's
unplotable so you can't mark it on a map. It also has anti-muggle spells, like
if a muggle sees the castle, all they will think is there is an old ruin with a
sign that says 'unsafe' on it. So that keeps out the muggles."
Giles nodded fascinatedly. Harry stifled yet another yawn. He had been
answering his questions ever since he and Buffy had arrived back at the
apartment. And before that he had been answering Dawn's slightly more quirky,
but still muggle-ish, questions. He supposed he had been the same when he had
gone to Hogwarts but Buffy's watcher was incessant, asking questions as if he
were planning to write a book about it.
"And there's a Ministry for Magic?" Giles
asked, cleaning his glasses feverishly. Harry nodded, resisting the impulse to
roll his eyes.
"Yep, they act as the government for the
Wizarding world. They do the same job as Muggle government, but, obviously,
they're wizards."
"Fascinating," Giles breathed. Buffy
took the momentary pause as an opportunity to jump in.
"Okay, Giles, you've quizzed him
enough," she said quickly, smiling at Harry. "Give him a break and give the
rest of us one as well. You're not here for long, let's not make it a complete
snooze fest."
"Where are you going?" Harry asked.
"Brazil," Giles answered and Harry was
happy to be doing the question asking for once. "Dawn is beginning her watcher
training with me. We are going to travel round to the various slayer camps."
Harry glanced at Dawn who was beaming, apparently thrilled with this new
arrangement. Buffy glanced at her watch.
"We've got dinner reservations," she
said. "Giles, do you want to dump your stuff? I'll just change and we can go."
She moved towards her bedroom and Harry
followed her, stopping her just outside the door.
"Is something wrong?" she asked
concernedly. Harry shook his head emphatically.
"It's just-" he paused and then decided
to just jump in. "Did you used to go out with vampires? Because that's what
Dawn said and I didn't know if I was supposed to believe her or not but I just
wanted to ask….because then I started wondering – does she have mental problems
or something? Not that that isn't okay but I just wanted to know…."
Buffy looked over to Dawn who was
sitting on the sofa. Dawn looked up and threw her a contemptuous glance. Buffy
bit her lip, deep in thought for a second, and then she lifted her eyes
resignedly.
"Okay, it's true. I went out with a
vampire or two in my time. Dawn wasn't lying."
Harry was completely bewildered and dimly
began to wonder about whether Sirius had a point about the safety of being with
Buffy.
"Umm…" he said, struggling to know what
to say. "Isn't that a bit…wrong?"
Buffy couldn't help but smile.
"I wouldn't recommend it," she said
wryly. "But it isn't what you thought. Your run of the mill vampire has no
soul. But both the vampires I dated had souls. They had consciences and they
didn't kill people." She paused. "Look this so isn't the time. We can go
through the ins and outs of my relationships at another time if you don't
mind."
Harry was still confused but he didn't want
to make his aunt angry with him on his first day with her.
"I'm sorry," he said hastily. "I
just…was confused."
Buffy grinned.
"It's okay," she assured him. "Look
Dawn's mad at me right now. Justifiably, since I lied about us being sisters
for almost her entire life. But right now she pretty much hates me, and so she
told you that stuff to piss me off." She gave him a half smile. "She'll come
round eventually. Now I have to get ready."
Buffy disappeared into her room and Harry was left feeling confused and
headachy. He was already a bit uncomfortable about being here where he was a
stranger but now he just felt like a burden, a complete inconvenience to Buffy
and her entire world. A secret which should've just stayed in the closet where
it belonged.
His scar prickled and Harry rubbed it irritatedly. It was a regular occurrence nowadays; Voldemort's rise meant it hurt most of the time. But right then Harry felt it was yet another thing to add to the ever growing pile of things that were bad in his life.
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Harry wouldn't have thought it possible but he actually managed to enjoy the dinner that evening. Sitting around a table listening to some of the best slayer stories the three could come up with was a pleasant way to pass the evening, and even though Dawn was cold to Buffy, she was warm and friendly to him and he began to warm to her, now that he knew she wasn't mad.
In fact, he had really had a good time; Harry decided happily when he snuggled into bed in his own room that night. Maybe this summer would turn out to be decent, if he could just get over the initial feelings of discomfort. He was a lot better off here than at the Dursleys, if he could just feel like he was part of this life. At least he was well out of all the trouble that might be occurring in England.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, his scar prickled again. Not so far out of it, Harry thought sleepily as he drifted off.
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