A/N: Wow, lotsa reviews =P Thanks guys!

Elysian 13: Everything was changed before she talked with Spike. I guess, besides the fact that they brought her back in August instead of September, everything pretty much changed from the point that Giles showed up. *ponders* Possibly before he showed up…

Susan: I'm still thinking about that one.

Chapter 6

Harry Potter straightened, casting a glance around the room at the demon, the fire poker in the demon, the broken window, the Dursleys, and the young blond woman standing there as casually as if they had met at a park. He slid his wand into his pocket, finally fixing his attention on the strange woman. "Yeah, that's right. Harry Potter."

He brushed his shaggy hair out of his face and Buffy saw a lightening scar on his forehead. That must've been an interesting fall.

"Who are you?"

"Buffy." Buffy smiled. "Nice hair."

Harry touched his hair and made a face. It was worse than usual—he hadn't bothered to brush it in a few days.

"What did that thing call you?" Petunia demanded of Buffy, finally getting over her fright.

Buffy looked at the woman. "What?"

"What did it call you?" Petunia insisted.

"Uh—"

Giles and Dumbledore's heads poked in through the broken window, anxious. Giles asked worriedly, "Buffy, are you all right?"

"Yeah, fine," Buffy assured him. "But how'd he get past you? I thought you were right outside?"

"We were," Giles said. "He teleported right in front of the window—we didn't have a chance."

"Hello Harry," Dumbledore greeted Harry easily.

Petunia's eyes darted from Buffy, to Harry, to Dumbledore, to Giles, and then back to Dumbledore.

"Good day Mr. Dursley, Petunia," Dumbledore added. "Dudley."

Dudley squeaked and ran out. Vernon's face was turning puce and he muttered a greeting a left. Petunia took a step towards Buffy and Harry, an uncertain look on her face. But that passed quickly, and she thrust the papers into Buffy's hands before following Vernon out—presumably to check on Dudley. Buffy pocketed the papers.

"Hiya Harry," Charlie said, popping his head in. His eyes landed on the demon and he gasped. "Merlin's beard—that's a big guy! Who killed it?"

"Buffy," Harry said, dazed by the activity going on. He had not really left his room much this summer. "Charlie? Professor Dumbledore? What are you doing here?"

"It's a bit of a story, Harry," Charlie assured him. "But it's best kept for later. Well, since we're here, you might as well come on over to our place, what do you think Dumbledore?"

"I think that's an excellent idea," Dumbledore said. He stepped in through the broken window and pointed his wand at the demon. "Effercio. Accio trunk."

A trunk flew down the stairs a minute later and stopped in front of Dumbledore, who waved his wand at the demon. "Scourgafy."

The demon vanished. Buffy's eyes widened. "Oh neat! Do me!"

Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand at her, repeating the spell. The demon blood vanished, leaving her clean.

"That is a cool spell—I'll have to get Will to learn that one."

"Will?" Dumbledore inquired.

"A friend," Buffy said, checking her shirt and hair for any residue demon gook. "She's Wiccan. Tara too."

"I see. Well, Harry." Dumbledore looked at Harry. "Should we go?"

"Fine with me," Harry said, looking sideways at Buffy.

"Excellent."

Dumbledore pulled a soda can out of his pocket and said, "Everyone who can't apparate gather around please."

"You knew we were leaving from here?" Buffy demanded. "That is so not cool. You need to tell people when something like that's gonna happen."

"Get used to it," Harry muttered to her out of the corner of his mouth. "He does it all the time."

"Oh." Buffy looked ruffled. "Still isn't fair." She touched the can. Harry touched the can as well, Giles following a beat later.

"My parent's place?" Charlie asked.

"For now," Dumbledore agreed. "Portus."

There was the familiar tug, and then they were there. Buffy succeeded in keeping on her feet and looked at the house in front of her. "Interesting."

Harry, who had fallen, got to his feet, casting Buffy a glance. Buffy helped Giles up, and the Watcher dusted himself off, looking at the house.

Charlie grinned. "Welcome to the Burrow."

"The Burrow?" Buffy repeated, looking at him.

Charlie nodded, grinning still.

"O—kay. If you say so."

"Charlie?"

"Harry!"

 Hello Albus, Kingsley. Hello Harry. How are you dear."

The three separate voices made the group look as a woman, a teenaged boy, and a teenaged girl, all three with red hair, came out of the house and hurried over. Dumbledore said with a smile, "Hello Molly. I do apologize for dropping in on you like this."

"Oh, no trouble at all," Molly Weasley assured him.

"Hello Ron, Ginny," Dumbledore greeted the two teenagers.

"Hi Professor," they chorused, then the boy stopped in front of Harry. "Hey Harry, mate. You doin' all right?"

Harry shrugged. "All right. Hey Ron."

Ron gave his friend a scrutinizing look then turned to Buffy. "Hello. Ron Weasley."

Buffy smiled. "Buffy. Hey, Mr. Dumbledore?"

"Yes?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Think maybe we could go sit down or something? I'm thinking either he or I are gonna need a chair."

"He who?" Ron asked as Dumbledore nodded and turned to Molly. "Molly?"

"Oh, come in, come in," Molly said cheerfully, giving Buffy and Giles a curious glance. The group trouped inside, Buffy looking around with interest as Giles eagerly noted the magical items—and there were quite a few. He made a mental note to ask Dumbledore about their type of magic, perhaps to suggest some books.

There was a pop, and then a thin, balding man appeared in the kitchen. He took in the added persons in the house and said in surprise, "Albus?"

"Hello Arthur," Dumbledore greeted him.

Arthur Weasley glanced at Molly, then at Harry, then at Buffy and Giles. "Er—"

"We were about to get to explanations," Dumbledore said serenely.

"Oh, right. Good." Arthur looked slightly relieved. "Hello Kingsley."

"Arthur." Shacklebolt returned the greeting.

"Er—so Professor, what is going on?" Harry asked. "I wasn't supposed to come over here for another few days."

"Well, there was a bit of a change in plans," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.

"Apparently," Molly said, interested. She addressed Buffy. "I'm sorry dear, I didn't catch your name."

"B—"

"Molly, I would like to introduce Alyse Potter," Dumbledore said cheerfully.

The room went silent. Buffy gave Dumbledore an annoyed look. "Gee, thanks. Could we have been a little less subtle?"

"You said you name was Buffy," Ron accused.

"It is," Buffy said.

"But—"

"Adopted," Buffy explained. She glanced at Harry, who was staring at Dumbledore. Ron did too, nudging his friend. "Harry?"

"No," Harry said flatly, still staring at Dumbledore. "No. It's not possible. I don't have any other relatives."

"Apparently, you do," Dumbledore said gently. "No one else knew."

"Because it's not true," Harry insisted. "I can't have a—a—"

"Sister," Buffy offered.

"A sister?" Harry stared at her. "Now it really can't be true."

Buffy sighed. "Look, Harry, if it makes you feel better, I just found out myself."

"No."

"Right."

Molly and Arthur were staring at Dumbledore. Molly said hesitantly, "Albus, Harry is the only child the Potters had. You know that."

"I thought I did," Dumbledore admitted. "But apparently Lily and James are more sneaky than I gave them credit for."

"Why wouldn't they tell anyone?" Harry challenged. "Why would they keep me having a sister a secret? It doesn't make sense!"

"I'm going to agree with Harry here," Ron said, glancing at Buffy. "They'd've told someone—unless she's evil." He cast her a narrow-eyed glance. "Are you evil?"

"Boo," Buffy said dryly. "No."

"It's a trick," Harry said forcefully. "Voldemort's playing a trick—"

"Harry," Dumbledore said.

"No!" Harry yelled. He glared at Buffy for a moment then stormed out and up the stairs. Ron hurried after him.

Buffy sat down in a chair wearily. "Well that went well."

"Extremely," Giles said dryly, sitting down as well.

Molly, Arthur, and Ginny were still looking between Buffy and Giles, in shock and a little confused.

"Er—Albus," Arthur said. "Why would the Potters have another child and not tell anyone?"

"Teenage pregnancy is definitely secret-worthy," Buffy said.

"Teenage—"

"They were still in school when they had me," Buffy explained.

"Sixth Year, if I remember the year on the papers correctly," Dumbledore added. "I am not particularly surprised they did not choose to tell anyone, although I am surprised I did not know about it."

"So, wait, are you a witch?" Ginny asked.

Buffy shook her head. "Not as far as I know."

"Then how did you contact Albus?" Molly asked, looking at her with a little suspicion.

"Telephone," Buffy replied.

"Telephone?" Arthur repeated. "Albus, you have a telephone?"

"Doesn't everybody?" Buffy asked, startled.

"Most wizards do not," Dumbledore said. "However, I have always had one, should my muggle-born students need to get in touch with me over the holidays and not have access to an owl."

"You do?" Ginny asked, fascinated. "Where?"

"In my office," Dumbledore smiled.

"I thought electricity and the like doesn't work at Hogwarts," Charlie objected.

"Only mobile phones need electricity," Buffy said. "Lots of'em don't."

"Oh."

There were a few moments of silence, then Molly looked at Giles. "What's your name?"

"Oh, my apologies," Giles said, rising. "Rupert Giles."

"And—you know Alyse? Or is it Buffy?" Molly looked at Buffy.

"Call me Buffy. I probably won't answer to Alyse," Buffy said.

"Right."

"Yes I do," Giles said. "For several years now."

"Ah." Molly still looked confused, but the confusion changed to a flustered look when she glanced at the time. "Oh, goodness. I nearly forgot—Remus is coming over in a bit."

"Well, this should be interesting," Dumbledore observed. "Molly, I believe we are inviting ourselves to dinner."

"Not me," Shacklebolt said. He had watched the entire drama play out in silence. "I believe I will head back over to the house. We still need to contact the remaining Blacks—the house can't be left like it is."

Molly looked at Dumbledore, startled. "Sirius didn't leave a will?"

"Unfortunately not," Dumbledore said heavily. "Or rather, it is an old one. He had originally left everything to James and Lily."

"Why not give it to Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Because it doesn't work quite that way," Dumbledore said gently, giving the girl a small smile.

"Good night Arthur, Molly, Albus," Shacklebolt said. He nodded to Buffy and Giles. "It was nice meeting you."

He vanished with a pop.

There were a few moments of silence, then another pop heralded the arrival of a youngish man with graying hair, old robes, and a familiar vibe for Buffy. Buffy looked at him. "Werewolf?"

The man blinked at her several times. Dumbledore chuckled at the shocked expression on Lupin's face then grew serious when he looked at Buffy. "I will not ask how you knew, but—"

"Best friend dated a werewolf," Buffy said before he could ask. "Don't have a problem with it."

"Excellent. In that case, hello Remus."

"Dumbledore," Remus Lupin said, still staring at Buffy. "Er—I don't know you, do I?"

"Nope," Buffy said. "Buffy Summers, or Alyse Potter. Take your pick."

"Alyse Potter?"

"Buffy Summers?"

Buffy blinked at Arthur. Lupin's exclamation had not surprised her. His did. "Uh—yeah."

Dumbledore sighed.

"Dumbledore—do you know who this is?" Arthur demanded.

"Potter?" Lupin repeated, staring at Buffy.

"This is the most dangerous girl on the face of the planet!"

"Potter?"

"What possessed you?"

"Potter?"

"Do you realize what a Slayer is capable of?"

"Potter?"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Er—Remus? Arthur?"

Lupin stared at Dumbledore, dumbfounded. Arthur looked upset. Molly looked a little wary.

"Arthur, yes I realize that Buffy is the Slayer," Dumbledore said. "All is not quite as it seems, apparently. And Remus." He looked at Lupin, who was still mouthing, "Potter?" under his breath.

Lupin looked at him. "Are—are you saying Harry has a sister?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"You're saying that Lily and James had a daughter and didn't tell anyone?" Lupin clarified.

Dumbledore nodded again.

Lupin contemplated that, then looked at Buffy. "Er—how old are you, if you don't mind my asking."

"Twenty."

"That's what I thought." Lupin nodded. "I always wondered what that was all about."

Everyone stared at him. Lupin looked at them. "Hmm?"

"What what was all about?" Molly demanded.

"The secret meetings, the unauthorized use of magic—James spending even more time with Lily." Lupin shrugged. "He told me he would tell me eventually, but he never got around to it."

Dumbledore looked a bit put out at not seeing that something was going on with the soon to be Potters, but he finally chuckled. "Ah, if anyone had known something was going on, I suppose it would be you."

"Peter never suspected, thank heavens," Lupin said. "And—"

He fell silent and looked away.

"So, Molly," Dumbledore said with a meaningful look at the Weasley matriarch. "When is dinner?"

A/N: Hee, 'nother chappie done. Wha'd ya think? Don't forget to review!