A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed guys! It was cool reading in a couple reviews that Water Mage recommended my fic—I'm so touched *tear* ^_^

To everyone who mentioned Dumbledore having a phone: It will be explained.

Buffyangellver: I love B/A…I also love B/S, but I generally don't write ships. I suck at it, so usually the only ship I'll write is whatever is going on in cannon at the time, and even that'll be mostly "they're together, yay fun."

LizaGirl: I like it too =P

Tirla: You're prolly right…I'm lazy sometimes *sigh* Will work on it.

Chapter 5

Apparently she didn't see Harry for another few days. Buffy scowled when Dumbledore said that. "What? Why?"

"Harry will be arriving at Ron Weasley's in three days," Dumbledore explained.

Buffy raised her eyebrows. "So…I'm not meeting this aunt person that my little brother's living with. Why?"

Dumbledore looked at her. Actually, he had mainly not intended to introduce her to Harry until he was at the Weasleys because he thought it might be easier for Harry to accept the news that he had a sister with friends around. Now that she mentioned Petunia Dursley, he was disinclined to let her meet them, seeing as how she treated Harry and how she felt about witchcraft; however, it might prove amusing to introduce her to the Dursleys.

He glanced at his watch then looked at Buffy again. "I suppose you can meet the Dursleys—after all, Petunia is your aunt."

There was something off about the twinkle in his eyes, Buffy decided, but before she could ask him one of the men that had been watching them yelped, "What?"

"Oh brother," the other muttered. "Down Weasley."

Buffy twisted to look at the two men, then glanced at Dumbledore. "Friends of Harry's as well?"

"That would be correct," Dumbledore said mildly. "Mr. Weasley and Mr. Shacklebolt, perhaps you would like to join us?"

The red head was over there in a flash, demanding, "You're going to let a Slayer in the Dursley household? There won't be any Dursleys left!"

"I think that might be a slight exaggeration, Weasley," Shacklebolt said, joining him. "From what I hear—and saw—Potter's cousin is too big to get rid of completely."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Buffy, if I might introduce Kingsley Shacklebolt—"

"The sane one," Shacklebolt said dryly.

"—and Charlie Weasley," Dumbledore finished.

"The handsome one," Charlie said without missing a beat. "But Dumbledore, come on!"

"Why would there not be any Dursleys left?" Buffy inquired.

Shacklebolt elbowed Charlie in the ribs, muttering, "Good job Weasley."

"I seem to remember mentioning that Petunia did not agree with her sister's lifestyle," Dumbledore said delicately.

Buffy frowned. "Lifestyle—right, magic…hang on." She scowled. "She doesn't like Harry 'cause he's a wizard?"

"Yep," Charlie said, rolling his eyes. 

Buffy glared at Dumbledore. "You weren't going to tell me?"

"I had not originally planned to, no," Dumbledore said calmly. "But I do believe it might be better if you do meet them."

"Buffy," Giles said, seeing that his Slayer was getting steamed. While he was glad that she was showing strong emotions—a rarity since she had come back from the dead—he did not particularly want it to be directed at her aunt and uncle—or the three wizards in front of them.

"What?" Buffy looked at him.

"Do try to hold your temper," Giles said.

Shacklebolt looked at Dumbledore. "Speaking of temper—does the ministry know who the current Slayer is?"

Dumbledore frowned gravely. "I believe they do."

"So why didn't you recognize my name?" Buffy asked.

"Because I do not make it a habit of memorizing the Slayer's names," Dumbledore replied mildly. "I rarely run into one—you are the first, actually."

"Yeah, well, we're not exactly covering the earth," Buffy muttered. "So—Harry. Let's go."

"Wait one moment," Shacklebolt said, looking at Buffy. "You said earlier something about you and siblings this year."

"You have good hearing," Giles said, surprised.

"What did you mean?" Shacklebolt finished, flashing Giles a quick grin.

Buffy glanced at Giles, who shrugged slightly, and said, "Well—Dawn."

"Dawn?" the wizards repeated.

Buffy nodded. "She's my sister."

"Adoptive sister," Dumbledore clarified, frowning.

"No," Buffy said quietly. "Blood sister."

Dumbledore looked at Shacklebolt and Charlie, then at Buffy and Giles. "Blood sister? I'm afraid I don't understand. Are you twins?"

"Actually she recently turned 15," Buffy said.

"That's not possible," Charlie pointed out.

"It's true," Giles said, a shadow of a smile on his face.

Dumbledore looked between the two. "As the Potters died fifteen years ago and Harry was the only child they had, I am going to assume you have an explanation as to how this is possible, Miss Summers?"

"Long story extremely short," Buffy said. "Some monk dudes made her out of my blood, inserted memories into our heads, and voila—a brand new sister that's been around for fifteen years."

"Of course," Dumbledore said mildly. He pondered that for a moment, then chuckled. "I do believe Harry will be most surprised to find out that he has both an older and a younger sister."

~*~

To get to 4 Privet Drive, Buffy and Giles were introduced to an object called a portkey. It was a magical device that moved them instantly from place to place, and Buffy decided that—despite the time aspect—she wasn't all that crazy about it. Something about getting yanked around that she didn't like.

When she regained her feet upon landing, she looked up and down Privet Drive and said, "Whoa. Talk about Twilight Zone-ey. They're all the same size."

Giles sighed patiently. "It's England, Buffy. Styles differ a bit from Sunnydale."

"No kidding."

"This is number 4," Dumbledore said, interrupting the spat. "This is where Harry lives. The Dursleys as well, as a matter of fact."

"Really now?" Buffy studied the house then looked at Giles, suddenly feeling insecure. "I don't think I can do this."

"Yes you can," Giles said, smiling. "He's your brother."

"And if he doesn't like me?" Buffy demanded. "Because—because—well, because of some reason I can't think of right now?"

Dumbledore thought about Harry, how Harry was reacting to Sirius's death, and said, "Considering last school year, he might be glad for the distraction."

"Distraction? Last school year?" Buffy looked at Dumbledore. "What happened last school year?"

"I believe I will let Harry tell you when he is ready," Dumbledore replied.

"Not even a hint? Did he go psycho or something?" Buffy asked.

Dumbledore chuckled, Shacklebolt snorted, and Charlie rolled his eyes.

"He did not go psycho," Dumbledore assured her. "But it was rather traumatic."

"Join the club," Buffy muttered. "Okay, lesgo."

"You go," Dumbledore said. "We will wait here."

Buffy looked at Giles. "Coming?"

"I think you might want to do this on your own," Giles said seriously.

"I think I'd rather you come along," Buffy informed him.

"I'll be right here," Giles assured her.

Buffy sighed theatrically then turned and walked up the walk and rang the doorbell.

A large man with a prominent moustache opened the door. "Yes?"

Buffy blinked. Someone needs a treadmill. "Uh—hi."

"Who is it Vernon?" a woman called.

Vernon Dursley looked Buffy up and down. "Can I help you?"

"Uh—yeah," Buffy said. She thought fast. Since they didn't like magic, probably telling them she wanted to see Harry would not go over well. What was her aunt's name again? Oh yeah. "Is—uh—Petunia here?"

Vernon scrutinized her for a moment then nodded. "One moment."

Really polite people, Buffy thought, rolling her eyes as a tall and bony woman came to the door. "I am Petunia. Who might you be?"

"Buffy Summers," Buffy said. Oh yeah—this was going great.

"What can I do for you, Miss Summers?" Petunia asked.

Buffy hesitated then decided to bite the bullet and said, "Actually—it's kinda complicated. Well, maybe complicated's not the word—"

"You're from America?" Petunia asked, startled.

"Huh? Oh—yeah. Not born, but raised, yeah." Buffy nodded a couple times.

"Ah. Why don't you come in?" Petunia asked, gesturing.

Buffy entered, glancing around. Wow, it was—neat and tidy.

A blond boy shuffled in and Buffy blinked. Second thought, he needs the treadmill more than Vernon does. Was that Harry?

"Who's that Mum?"

Nope, cousin apparently. Thank God.

"Dudley, darling, where have you been?" Petunia fussed. "Go wash up. Miss Summers, please sit down."

Buffy sat down, glancing around for signs that another boy lived here, but she couldn't find any. "Uh—okay, don't, like, freak out on me or anything, but Lily Evans was your sister, right?"

Petunia's face tightened, and she looked at Buffy closely. "Yes," she said, any warmth gone from her voice. "She was. Why do you ask?"

Wow, bite my head off much? "Uh—just checking, 'cause she was my mom."

Yay, it was out, and Petunia's jaw had dropped. Ew. "Uh—Mrs. Dursley?"

"It's—not possible," Petunia said stiffly.

"Yeah it is," Buffy assured her. "Apparently they got a bit—too intimate during school, and, well—" She shrugged. "Hi. Name was originally Alyse Susan Potter."

Petunia shook her head. "No. It's not possible—she would have told me."

Buffy blinked. From all accounts—which granted, weren't many—it had sounded like the two sisters had not talked much. "She would have? I got the impression you guys weren't on speaking terms," she pointed out.

Petunia gave the girl a slashing look. "Of course she would have told me if she had a child—she told me about Harry."

"Oh." Buffy shrugged. "She didn't tell anyone about me."

"I don't believe it," Petunia said flatly.

Buffy handed her the papers and let her look at them. Petunia read through them then looked at the young woman in front of her. "Why are you coming now?"

"Just found'em recently," Buffy said. "My mom didn't tell me that I was adopted."

Petunia continued to look at her. Buffy shifted. "What?"

"Petunia, darling?" Vernon entered the room, looking at Buffy. "What is going on?"

Petunia looked up at Vernon calmly. "Apparently my sister had another child."

Vernon's face quickly went from shock to disgust. "Oh."

"Gee, glad to meet you too," Buffy grumbled. "I'm not a witch, if that helps."

"You're a squib?" Petunia asked without thinking.

"A what?" Buffy and Vernon demanded.

Petunia blinked. "I-I can't believe I remembered that word."

"What's it mean?" Buffy asked.

"A—person born to a witch and wizard with no magical powers," Petunia said, still frowning at herself.

"Oh. Guess so then. I've never done magic before."

Vernon visibly relaxed. "Oh."

Oh can have so many meanings, Buffy reflected. "So, just out of curiosity, where's Harry?"

Petunia said dryly, "That took a bit longer than expected."

Buffy raised her eyebrows. "So where is he?"

"Why?" Vernon demanded.

"'Cause he's my brother?"

"Oh."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "So where is he?"

"Upstairs," Petunia said reluctantly.

"Gre—"

Something came crashing through the window. Petunia and Vernon leapt to their feet with disturbingly similar shrieks. Buffy got to her feet, eyeing the demon with distaste. "For crying out loud, can't you guys leave me alone? What, do you have demon radar or something?"

"Die Slayer!" the demon roared.

Buffy grabbed a poker from the set of fire instruments that were there for show because they had an electric fire and ran the demon through as it charged her. "Ew, gross, and can't you guys have, like, clear blood?"

"Mum!"

The blond haired boy waddled in as fast as he could as footsteps pounded down the stairs and a black haired boy flung himself into the living room, a wand in his hand and a slightly wild look in his eyes. It faded when he saw the demon, and he turned to look at Buffy.

Buffy looked at him, remarkably calm for all that there was a demon at her feet and demon goo on her clothes. "Hey. Harry, right?"

A/N: Bwa hahaha! Cliffies…….kinda. So, no obligatory "Buffy scares the crap out of the Dursleys" for this fic. More "Buffy lets the demon that somehow sensed she was here scare the crap out of the Dursleys". ^_^ as always people, review!