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A/N: Just so you know, the books will be edited quite heavily in this story. If I don't change it, it happened as in the book though.

There is going to be more explanations in this chapter of what's happening, probably. It won't make sense at the moment, were only a few chapters in, but (I hope) it will come together at the end.

There are not going to be that many Buffy characters in this. The ones that will pop up won't be main characters and will just have 'cameos'

CHAPTER THREE: WITH FRIENDS LIKE THAT WHO NEEDS ENEMIES?

"There's something very wiggins worthy going on here."

Giles rolled his eyes as another head joined his. Dawn gaped with surprise as she saw the white beard and luminous robes.

Dawn opened and closed her mouth a few times. Why was the crazy dress wearing guy from W&H standing upstairs?

Giles looked a little irritated. He still didn't have a clue as to what was going on and he hated not knowing. He glared down at Dawn who was still staring uselessly up at them. "Do close your mouth Dawn."

Dumbledore looked positively delighted, especially when he was standing next to the less-than-happy Giles. "Hello again Miss Summers!" He beamed. "How've you been?"

Then Dawn said something that would have earned her a scolding from her mother. "What's going on?" She asked rudely.

Dumbledore chuckled. "You certainly get strait to the point. Very well. Now that you are here I will say what I came here to say, possibly a little privacy would be beneficial."

Giles looked around in surprise. He hadn't noticed the slayers gathering below them. "We can use my office."

Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Splendid! Lead the way Mr. Giles!"

Giles shared a significant look with Dawn- this man got excited over the prospect of going into Giles' office! He must be a loon.

Giles showed Dumbledore to his office. He was quite proud of it actually; he'd always wanted an office like it. There was dark wood panelling up the bottom half of the wall and cream paint on the rest. There was a bookcase covering one wall which had the more dangerous books crammed in as well as Giles' personal collection.

Giles gestured to a bottle green armchair in one corner of the room and Dumbledore sat in it while Giles and Dawn sat in matching chairs opposite him.

"So, what's going on?" Dawn repeated.

Giles mentally glared at Dawn. She had all the patience of her older sister, but they must be seen to make a united front against this stranger so he couldn't show his disapproval outright.

"Ahh yes, I'll just get strait to the point. I hear that you had a recent encounter with Voldemort, well a group of his followers at any rate. I trust that none of your slayers were hurt?"

Giles eyed him curiously. "Nothing serious."

"Marvellous!" Dumbledore clapped his hands together in excitement. "I trust that you know of the situation with Voldermort?

"Big bad. Disappeared about ten years ago 'cause of a run in with a little baby." Dawn clarified.

Dumbledore squinted at her as if he were trying to figure something out. "That is a rather reductionist summary, but essentially correct. The wizarding world has-"

"Wait; what is this wizarding world? It was in the notes I found at Wolfram and Hart, but surely we would have heard about this Voldemort guy if he was killing off Wiccans."

"We are different to Wiccan witches, Miss Summers," Dumbledore explained patiently; "we use wands to focus our own blood magic."

"Blood magic?"

"It is part of the witch or wizard, not borrowed magic from the earth like Willow uses." Giles clarified for Dawn who had never heard of this variety of magic before. "We had some dealings with the magical community at the old council."

Dumbledore beamed at Giles; other people's knowledge excited him, as did most things really. Dumbledore became more serious as he continued. "Voldemort was once a student at Hogwarts, a school where young witches and wizards learn to focus their magic, while I was transfigurations professor. I am now headmaster of Hogwarts. Back then he went by the name Tom Riddle and his school days went without incident, although he was disliked by many of the students and professors alike for being so self-centred.

"After he left Hogwarts, he wasn't heard of for over five years. I believe he used this time to become familiar with dark magic and to gather his followers. Then the war began. Voldemort, as he was now known, began to murder non-magic families, particularly those with magical knowledge. I formed what was called the Order of the Phoenix to fight Voldemort alongside aurors, magical police. The first stage of the war continued for ten years until Voldemort met his match.

"James and Lily Potter had gotten married in their last year at Hogwarts, at Easter. No-one knew why they had rushed into things but three months later they had a baby boy. Lily had always been good at charms and had managed to hide her bump from everyone at school, including myself. They named the baby Harry Potter."

Giles gasped in surprise at this name. He knew of the boy Dawn dreamed about. He looked over to her to see her looking relatively calm. She already knew.

When Giles made no further sound Dumbledore continued. "The Halloween after Harry's first birthday, James and Lily were betrayed by one of their closest friends."

"By their friend? Was he under a spell or something?" Dawn asked, hoping that they had been bewitched in some way.

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "No. He just turned sides."

"How could someone do that to their friend?" Dawn raged. "He sentenced them to death, right?"

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "Voldemort killed them both that night. But when he turned his wand on Harry and performed the curse that would kill him something happened. The curse rebounded, leaving Voldemort powerless. He fled leaving many to believe that he died, but he was just biding his time.

"Non-magic families have started getting attacked again which leads me to believe that Voldemort has once again risen to power."

Dawn and Giles looked to each other following Dumbledore's serious speech.

"What's that got to do with us?" Dawn asked.

Dumbledore smiled at her. "I would have thought that would be obvious Miss Summers."

Dawn continued to look at him blankly, but realisation dawned on Giles' face. "He wants our help."

Dumbledore nodded. "I fear that these are dangerous times and we have proven before that the wizarding world alone is not enough to stop Voldemort. But with the help of your slayers we may stand a chance."

"What do you think Giles?" Dawn asked, momentarily ignoring Dumbledore's presence.

"I'm not sure. Although we have approximately two-hundred-and-ten active slayers, only ninety or so of them are fully trained and we could not put all of them into your war at the expense of our own."

"I do not expect you to, Mr Giles, what I propose is a team of twenty or thirty girls or as many as can be spared to help our cause. If I had known of your existence previously, then I would have asked for your help before…actually maybe I wouldn't have, there are several…political issues regarding revealing our world to almost-muggles."

Dawn nodded knowledgeably. "Ahh, politics; comes from the Latin 'poli' meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning bloodsucking creatures. It does sound right up our alley though, and the girls are in-between apocalypses…"

Giles hesitated, thinking practically as always. "Well that seems reasonable, but I know relatively little about your war, or about your world for that matter. How would we equip them against magic?"

"I do not expect an answer now, or even next week. What I propose is for a member of your organisation to stay at Hogwarts, perhaps you, Miss Summers and then to 'report back' as it were. You would not have to fight in our war until you have made your decision." Dumbledore assured them, hoping he got the reaction he wanted, the reaction he needed.

Giles looked to Dawn to get her reaction. "You would be the one to go; I'd need someone I could trust before I send the girls to war. It could be dangerous, even if you're not on the front lines, and you'd have to quit your job."

"Quit? I'm in!" Dawn joked. "Seriously though, there's no harm in going to see what's going on, is there?"

"This is up to you Dawn; you're big enough to make your own decisions now." Giles said seriously to his pseudo daughter. "For what it's worth, I think you should go. We've just averted the last apocalypse here and even that was relatively minor, so there should be very little action for a while."

Dawn nodded, weighing up the pros and cons in her head. Pro: no more working at evil inc. Con: leaving home and her friends. Pro: if she went then the slayers could save lives, innocent lives. Con: She'd only just met this Dumbledore, could she trust him? Pro: the magic part sounding wicked cool. Con: this was a totally new world that she knew pretty much nothing about.

Dumbledore was watching the interaction between the two with interest. He'd done some research when he had met Dawn Summers at Wolfram and Hart the other day and when he found out about her connections with the Slaying Centre, he decided that that would be the perfect front to see her again. And if he happened to recruit some new members for the order in the process then who was he to complain?

"Before I say yes, what would this observation of the wizarding world mean? What would I have to do?"

"You would become a temporary member of the Order of the Phoenix. The current temporary headquarters of the Order is Hogwarts, so you would be staying there, in a different wing to the children, of course. While you are there you can find out more about the wizarding community and about our war, and if you wanted to teach a few classes on practical defence, then I wouldn't say no!" Dumbledore smiled at the young woman. "You are welcome to stay at Hogwarts for as long as you need to make your decision. I recommend you stay until Christmas at the earliest, but you may have commitments here so we shall not set a date.

"Our war has barely begun, but if you decide 'yes' then you will need time to select and prepare your slayers for what's to come. You are welcome to observe until July when the term ends if you wish, but this would be 'cutting it rather fine' as you say. I would suggest between Christmas and April… I daresay the students will like having you around!"

Dawn looked to Giles and he smiled supportively. "Okay; I'm in."

Dumbledore looked more delighted than he had all day. "Excellent! The students began just over three weeks ago, so you're welcome to come anytime."

"Err right. I might leave it a few days though, you know, to get my stuff together." Dawn said awkwardly.

"Of course. Shall we say Thursday? I'll send Hagrid to pick you up. Good day Miss Summers, Mr. Giles!" And with that Dumbledore apperated out of Giles' office to who knows where.

Giles watched him go, having a strong suspicion that Dumbledore hadn't told them everything and that he had some kind of ulterior motive.

Dawn, it seemed, had similar thoughts. "Do you ever feel like you've totally been conned into something?"

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"Well? Is she coming?" Minerva McGonagall was waiting in Dumbledore's office when he got back.

"Yes. She'll be here on Thursday, I'll ask Hagrid to pick her up."

Professor McGonagall frowned. "Are you sure that's a good idea, Albus? She is the sister of a slayer after all."

"I know, Minerva, I was the one who did the research after all."

"Well, don't you think that she might find Hagrid a bit alarming?" She said in hushed tones as if Hagrid might be listening somewhere.

"I'm sure Hagrid will handle the situation perfectly."

The transfigurations teacher arched one eyebrow doubtfully, but didn't question the headmaster any further. "Shall I ask the house elves to set her up a room?"

"Yes please, Minerva, but it can wait until tomorrow; they'll be preparing dinner now. Would you care for a lemon sherbet?"

McGonagall declined as she always did and thought back to the first time Dumbledore had offered her a sherbet lemon. "Headmaster, are you sure that this is a good idea?"

"Certainly. We need all the help we can get against Voldemort." Dumbledore answered, ignoring his colleague's flinch at the use of his name.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know." Dumbledore answered mysteriously.

Professor McGonagall waited patiently for the headmaster to elaborate and she wasn't disappointed.

He sighed, having one of those moments when he looked his age and not younger as he usually did. "I don't know Minerva. This could destroy her forever, she may never be the same again, but if I just let it go then it also could destroy her, but this time physically. The memories that will undoubtedly be uncovered would no doubt drive her insane and that is the best case scenario. The two beings would eat away at each other, but the stronger would win. The Key would win. And if the Key gets out then there will literally be hell on earth

"From what I could find out, Dawn Summers is two beings sharing one body. One of those beings is a young woman in her early twenties, the other a powerful key to dimensions and if she can't learn to live with both then the results could be disastrous, not just for her, but for the world."

"I hope this works out."

"As do I- being in these familiar surroundings should help her regain her memory and when she does, we shall be there to help her with it." Dumbledore promised himself. If Dawn could be told what was happening to her, what the strange memories were about, then she should be able to fight the battle between her 'personalities' and hopefully win. "I just hope she doesn't destroy the school; her sister had quite the track record going and the younger Miss Summers was partly made out of her…"

"What?!" The deputy head cried. "You're letting a dangerous creature into a school? Honestly, Albus, if this is another one of your pet projects then don't you think that it would be better outside Hogwarts?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore said dismissively, the twinkle back in his eye. "Best not tell Severus about the destroying part though; you know how protective he is over his dungeons. No; I think it will be rather exciting! And I daresay that the students will rather enjoy having her around."

His companion looked appalled. "Exciting? Why will the students enjoy having someone who burns down schools around?

"Minerva, do get your facts straight…that was her sister. Well I suppose she was involved the third and fourth time, but I promise you she only played a fairly minor role in the third time at least, I believe you heard about it Minerva? You remember the apocalypse that resulted in the Sunnydale Sink Hole and the activation of the potential slayers? And I am assured that there was some kind of evil being in the mystery meat that provoked her to blow up her Italian school's dining room."

McGonagall shook her head, confused and slightly horrified. "Third and fourth time? Sink hole? Mystery meat? Blowing up dining rooms? I can't believe you're letting a muggle who likes to dabble with explosives into this school and saying that it will be exciting!?!"

"All I'm saying is that a muggle perspective never hurt anyone." He claimed, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed him. "I have asked Miss Summers to teach the occasional class of practical defence while she is here, and I would appreciate it if some of the staff would agree to tutor her in wand magic, it is in her blood after all."

"Magic in Summers' blood? Do you really think that magic could have been carried over? After all she went through in this ritual?" The deputy head queried somewhat doubtfully.

"If it's even who I think she is. If so, we'll soon find out, won't we?"

"Do you think it's really her?" McGonagall asked hopefully.

Dumbledore sighed hopefully. "I hope so, Minerva, I hope so."

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Dawn twisted the phone's cord around her fingers. Updating Buffy on whatever crazy mess they'd manage to get into was part of the agreement when she'd moved to England and quite possibly the least favourite part of Dawn's day.

"Still haven't phoned her?" Giles said coming down the stairs.

"No. She's gonna freak when she finds out I'm leaving the slayer centre."

Giles smiled gently. There were times when Dawn seemed older than her twenty-four years, but then there were times like this where she seemed young, almost like she had only been alive for the ten years she had technically been on this earth as Dawn Summers for. "She'll understand." Dawn sent him a look. "She'll come round…eventually."

"Maybe; I still get the feeling that we were duped into this."

Giles frowned. "Probably."

"I mean he left the minute I said I'd go as if he was scared I'd changed my mind. And the timing is just too convenient. If he'd really wanted the slayer's help then he could have called at any point and why didn't he just go straight to Buffy? She's in charge of all the battle stuff."

"It does seem a bit odd." Giles admitted, already regretting letting Dawn go. "You'll have to be careful while you're there and try and find out the real reason for his visit."

"I will." Dawn promised.

"And don't trust anyone unless you're absolutely sure, you head what happened to the Potters."

"Again, I will." She replied as Giles headed into the kitchen.

"And Dawn?" Dawn turned to look at Giles. "Stop procrastinating and just bloody phone her!"

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"So this Lord whojamiwhatsit-"

"Voldemort, it's French." Dawn corrected, still feeling that something didn't add up.

On the other end of the line, Buffy frowned. "Voice of a walrus?"

Dawn allowed herself a small smile at Buffy butchering of French. "Close, flee from death."

"Whatever, this Volleymort- he's your newest big bad?"

Dawn almost corrected her sister, but, thinking back to the 'kissing toast' incident all those years ago, decided not to bother. "Yup."

"And he has a wand to access, what was it, blood magic?"

"That's right."

"And blood magic is different to Willow's earth magic?" Buffy asked, having a bit of difficulty taking all of this in.

"Yes, but it's not just that. You know those dreams I've been having? This Voldemort guy was defeated by a kid called Harry Potter, how majorly weird is that?"

"Dawn this could be serious- it could've been a vision or something." Buffy panicked.

"I don't get visions, that's your gig. But I'm looking into it with Dumbledore anyway."

"Dumbledore?"

"Powerful wizard, really smart. I think we can believe him, he seems very trustworthy. Knows all kind of junk."

Buffy rolled her eyes at the receiver. "So does he know what the deal is with this Harry Potter kid?"

"He does." Dawn took a deep breath, much like Giles did when he was about to give the slayer speech. "On Halloween night, eleven years ago, James and Lily Potter and their one-year-old son, Harry, were betrayed by one of their best friends to Voldemort-"

"Their best friend? Brings a whole new meaning to 'with friends like that, who needs enemies' doesn't it?"

"Would you let me finish?" Dawn took Buffy's silence as a 'yes' and continued. "No-one really knows what happened, but that night Voldemort…"

Buffy waited in silence for her sister to finish. "So what's the plan? Want me to come over and kick his ass? I'm free next Tuesday, no, wait. Tuesday's trouble day…make it Wednesday?"

"You don't need to get with the ass kickage. We can handle this one, for the moment at least. We've still go to decide if we're even going to help these guys, it's not exactly our strong point."

"Fighting evil isn't our strong point? I think you've kinda missed the point, Dawnie."

"Not fighting evil, fighting evil wizards. Need I remind you how well you fared when you had to fight evil Willow? Besides this war's in a whole other world, different to the slayer and demon world and different to Willow's witchy world. It's a whole new type of magic."

"So what are you guys gonna do?"

Dawn took a deep breath. Buffy was definitely gonna hit the roof. "I'm going to Hogwarts; it's this school for witches, to see if we want to help these wizard guys fight Voldemort."

"You're going to Hogwarts? Where's that?" Buffy said, worry creeping into her voice.

"Umm, I'm not really sure." Dawn admitted, feeling foolish for not getting anymore information off Dumbledore that afternoon.

"Uh-huh, no way! You're not going!" Buffy commanded.

"Buffy, I'm twenty-four years old, plus I'm thousands of miles away, you can't exactly stop me."

That appeared to be the worst thing Dawn could've said as the next moment she had to hold the phone away from her head as Buffy started screaming down the phone, her voice carrying in perfect clarity from Cleveland and allowed Giles (who was shamelessly eavesdropping) to hear every word.

"There's no way I'm letting you go off who knows where with who knows who to fight in a war! I won't let you go when you're fifty let alone when you're barely out of college! You haven't even got any superpowers or anything! And what do we even know about this Moldywart, or Fumblewhore for that matter; nothing! It could be a trap! A trap I tell you!"

About a minute later Dawn put her ear to the phone again and then pulled back sharply. Buffy was still in full rant mode, she could, and probably would, go on for hours. And then, when Dawn finally thought she might tire of it, she'd get a burst of energy and start all over again.

Damn slayer endurance.

Sorry about the lack of action, it'll get more interesting when I set the story up, I promise.

You should be able to guess who the vessel is now; I've dropped loads of hints! If not, then you won't have long to wait!

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