Dawn wandered the Halls of Hogwarts in a plaid red and yellow mini-skirt, off the shoulder red top with her favourite quote on it - 'Just tell me if you can show me you heart, coz if you can, I'll guard it with my life,' her feet were adorned with black sandals and her hair was done in cute, braided pigtails. If you didn't know who she was, you would have thought that she was the picture of innocence; but most new better. She was walking beside Spike and Connor, and they were heading to Potions class to check out Tara teaching. "You know, Tara told me that Willow's new boyfriend was supposed to be the real teacher of the class. Did you guys know that?"

"No Nibblet," Spike huffed, annoyed that Dawn wanted to go to classes instead of training.

"What about you Conn?"

"No I didn't, but I don't really know Tara," Connor shrugged, smiling at the girl beside him. She was his first friend; her and Spike seemed to except him, and they were all fiercely protective of each other.

"Oh yeah," Dawn muttered, stopping as they came to the dungeon which was where the potions class was. Opening the doors slowly, the three walked in unnoticed by the class. Thinking it best to go to the back of the class and not disturbed the Professor's, Dawn led the two men over to a group of three students who looked to be about her age. "What are you guys making?" Dawn asked curiously, causing the three to drop their ingredients and jump alittle.

"Holy sh-" Ron started, but stopped at the glare he got from Hermione.

"I'm sorry, Dawn likes to sneak up on people," Connor explained to the awe stricken teens.

"Yeah, the 'bit doesn't know her own abilities," Spike jibbed, smirking as Dawn turned on him.

"Hey, I wouldn't start peroxide head," Dawn retorted; deciding it best to ignore Spike, she turned back to the teens. "So, who are you?"

"I'm sorry, you just scared us alittle. My name is Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," the girl with fuzzy brown hair stated, pointing to the boy with glasses and the boy with red hair.

"Well, I'm Dawn Summers, this is Connor Angel and Spike," Dawn smiled, looking interestingly at the boy. She noticed a scar on his forehead, and stored the information away to ask him later. "What are you making?"

"Polyjuice Potion," Ron said, nudging Harry in the sides.

"I think Harry likes you," Connor whispered in Dawn's ear, making the girl blush alittle.

"You really died?" Hermione asked Dawn, looking around the room for Professor Snape.

"Yes, not an experience I would pursue," Dawn muttered, furrowing her brow. "How much had Willow and that told you?"

"We're up to when that singing and dancing demon comes," Harry stated, looking interestingly at the girl. "We got up to where you kicked the door into the Bronze."

"Well, that's a lot to get through," Dawn murmured, her eyes glazing over slightly. She remembered that that was the night she told them of heaven, she didn't want to hear that again; she didn't even want to think of that again.

"You alright?" Connor asked, noticing the glazed expression.

"Yeah, just thinking," Dawn smiled sadly at Connor, knowing that he wouldn't buy it but hoping he wouldn't bring it up infront of these three.

"You know this class is pretty bloody brilliant," Spike cheered, showing everyone this swirly pot of liquid which changed colour with each swirl.

"Spike, stop being such a kid," Dawn chastised, laughing as he poked at the thing. "So, what does this Polygoose do?"

"Polyjuice," Harry corrected, laughing slightly at her mis-interpretation; he noticed that Hermione, Ron, Connor and Spike were all trying to hide their smirks.

"That's what I said," Dawn huffed, pouting slightly; trying to hide the fact that Harry's smile made her legs go to jelly.

"Whatever Dawn," Connor stated, unsuccessfully covering his laugh.

The six were like that all day; Dawn, Spike and Connor following the students to their classes. It was like they had known each other before, they fit so perfectly. Harry and Dawn seemed to fit together the most; hitting it right off just at a glance. Anyone who looked at the six, would think that they had been together forever; always laughing and joking and at complete ease with each other.

Entering the Great Hall, Dawn noticed that everyone seemed to be staring at them. "Why's everybody staring?"

"They've never seen a living legend before," Harry stated non-chantly, stopping to look at everyone.

"There's a living legend here?" Dawn asked excitedly, looking expectantly around the room.

"He means you 'bit," Connor and Spike said at the same time, bursting into fits of laughter.

"I don't see why, I didn't do anything great," Dawn muttered, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"You saved the world Dawn, just go with it," Connor stated, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Lord knows you deserve it," Connor whispered in her ear, remembering how she ran to LA in hopes of escaping her past.

"Thankyou," Dawn whispered back to Connor; he always knew how to cheer her up.

"Right, so shall we site?" Ron asked, nervous from all the stares.

"Come on mates, lets grab a table," Spike stated, leading them over to a clear table and taking a seat.

Buffy watched as the trio of trouble makers sat at a table with three other students; they seemed to fit nicely. She could tell everyone was having a good time and that brought a tear to her eye; she couldn't remember the last time her sister was really happy. After being brought back from heaven, Dawn had changed; there was a darkness to her that never used to be there. A shadow hang over her head, and that was slowly disappearing thanks to Connor and Spike and those three students.

"You okay?" Angel whispered into her ear, noticing the single tear.

"Yeah, just watching Dawn being happy," Buffy smiled, leading her head onto his shoulder.

"I know, Connor and Spike seem to be happy too," Angel sighed, leaning his head on hers.

"I think we were meant to be here Angel. Dawn meeting those three, us coming to this school and meeting Dumbledore," Buffy stated, her thoughts coming through.

"I know what you mean," Angel agreed, placing a kiss on top of her head.

"I just hope that-" Buffy's hope's had been crashed as a black cloaked figure barged through the doors.

"Oh my god!" Dawn screamed, looking towards her sister. "It's………………………."