A/N: Kisses to everyone who reviewed! I'm glad that everyone seems to be liking the story…anyway, about the pairings…sorry but I'm not really a fan of Dawn paired with any of the HP characters. They're a bit too old for her ya know…and I'm definitely giving the Buffy/Harry a thumbs up. Don't know about Draco yet…maybe he should just be paired with me…hehehe :-)

Chapter Two: Now You See Me, Now You Don't

It was ten in the morning and the Burrow was filled with excited chatter and much, much noise. Perhaps it was because of the additional five people that was the Weasley's extended family. The unusually large family were gathered around several tables that were pushed together by the boys, and they were halfway through their brunch. The twins were discussing their latest invention (they had put up a joke shop a few years ago, and it was doing tremendously well).

"We call it the Color Changing Chewing Gum." Fred announced proudly holding up a piece of gum that was colored pink. A normal color, in Harry's opinion. The Boy-Who-Lived watched in fascination as Angelina Johnson (Fred's wife) ate it without hesitation. Her face immediately began to change into different colors every ten seconds, and she was accompanied by laughs around the table.

"That was excellent!" Ron exclaimed through a mouthful of mashed potatoes after Angelina's face had finally gone back to it's normal color.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded. "Don't talk when your mouth is full!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes, darling."

"Honestly, you two seem like you've been married for fifty years." Bill commented. Fleur Delacour instantaneously clasped her husband's hand as if to set them a good example. Harry snorted behind his napkin. He and Ron had been hearing some rather strange things coming from Bill and Fleur's room that made them wonder exactly what kind of examples they were setting inside there.

Harry caught Ron's eyes and they both grinned.

Out of all the Weasleys, the only ones who remained unmarried were Charlie, Percy, and Ginny. Fred was married to Angelina, George was married to Katie Bell, Bill was married to Fleur (something that Harry did not expect.), and Ron was married to Hermione.

The Weasley clan had grown quite a bit. And today was their little family reunion. Harry was there of course as a guest. He was, after all, considered family by the Weasleys whom he had lived with for a year after graduating from Hogwarts. (He had been granted full permission by the Ministry to live with the Weasleys, seeing as he was already 'of age'. And it wasn't like Voldemort was still alive.)

But after Harry had finally become an Auror. He had bought his own place. A small house near the Burrow which was kept away by magic from prying Muggle eyes.

"Is everyone done?" Molly asked, standing up from her seat and taking out her wand from her apron pocket.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley."

"Yes, Mum."

"Alright then," Molly said, flicking her wand expertly. The dishes began to float up and they all made a beeline for the kitchen sink where they started to clean themselves.

"Tea everyone!" Ginny announced, beckoning them to the living room.

"We'll have to take a rain check on that one," George said apologetically. "Me and Fred, and our lovely significant others need to get back to work."

"Ditto on that," Bill chimed in. They all said their good-byes and the rest of them filed into the living room. Arthur, Molly, and Percy had remained in the kitchen, tidying up. They had barely taken a sip of their tea when a tiny pecking sound interrupting them. It was soft, but it was audible enough that everyone's head swiveled over to the window.

"It's an owl," Ron observed, staring at the tawny-brown screech owl that was pecking lightly on the glass window. A formal-looking letter was tied on it's leg.

"State the obvious, why don't you?" Harry said with a teasing grin. Ron mock-glared at him.

"Well? Isn't anyone going to let it in?" Hermione asked impatiently, curious on who it was for.

"I'll do it," Charlie volunteered. The owl flew in and rested on Harry's shoulder the minute the window was opened. Harry blinked at it, surprised. "It's for me."

"State the obvious, why don't you?" Ron retorted.

Harry untied the letter and saw that it was indeed addressed to him.

Harry James Potter

The Burrow's Living Room

The official Ministry stamp sealed the cream-colored envelope. "It's from the Ministry." Harry informed them, and proceeded to read the letter.

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"Thank you Ms. Summers," Dawn's math teacher, Ms. Cole, said after she finished solving the rather difficult equation on the board. She sighed with relief, and went back to her seat. She had been solving it for almost five minutes, and she had gotten the answer wrong more than once, which was quite humiliating. Man, she hated Algebra.

Ms. Cole went back to her lesson on exponents, and Dawn took this opportunity to zone out. So far, her first day of school wasn't so bad. She made a few friends, and she was liking the whole new look the school had gotten. New paint, new desks, new lockers…

"Hey." A voice hissed from beside her.

A boy with curly brown hair was smirking at her from her right. Dawn frowned. She could've sworn that seat was empty a few seconds ago. "Where'd you come from?" she blurted out without thinking.

The boy merely smiled, his deep brown eyes glinting with madness.

"From hell."

Dawn's eyes widened.

Then the boy vanished – completely.

Dawn screamed.

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The basement was dustier than she expected it to be. It was, after all, a new school. Couldn't they have cleaned up the basement? Buffy grimaced as she walked right through a spider web. Luckily, there weren't any spiders.

After she had finished settling down in her new office (which she thought was rather spiffy), she had decided to check out the basement. Wood had been against it at first, telling her that she needed to be in her office in case someone needed some advice, but had agreed after Buffy had pointed out that 'It's the first day of school, no one will be wanting some counseling.'

So here she was.

Going ghost hunting.

She passed through a door and into a room where the floor wasn't cemented yet. Immediately, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and her slayer senses kicked in. The entrance to the Hellmouth. She thought, sucking in a deep breath. It's here.

As if on cue, footsteps echoed behind her.

Buffy didn't turn around, but she fell into a fighting stance.

The footsteps grew louder. Buffy frowned. Wait a second…do ghosts walk that loudly?

"Buffy."

The Slayer spun around, fists clenched and ready, and found herself face to face with…

"Wood," she breathed, visibly relaxing.

The Principal chuckled lightly. "Did I scare you?" he asked, clearly amused.

"No." Buffy huffed. "I simply thought that you were a ghost."

Wood raised an eyebrow. "Ghosts rarely make a sound when they move. In fact, I'm fairly certain that they float."

"Well, I'm sorry that I didn't know that, Mr. Know-it-all." Buffy said sarcastically.

Wood shrugged, and glanced around the room. "This is supposed to be made into a storage area, you know." He informed her, placing his hands in his pockets. "But of course, there isn't really anything to store in here – yet." He turned to look at her. "So, see any ghosts yet?"

"Nope," Buffy replied with a slight shiver. "Although, I get a really bad feeling when I'm in here." She admitted. "Which really isn't much of a surprise considering that the entrance to the Hellmouth is right where your standing on right now. It's called the Seal."

Wood yelped and jumped back several steps.

Buffy laughed. "Hey, it's not gonna open up and swallow you whole you know." However, at the look of apprehension on Wood's face, she stopped. "Of course. Better safe than sorry."

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