Disclaimer: Still own nothing. ID4 is included in things I don't own.

A/N: I thank all of you out there who reviewed, its those reviews that keep me going! A lot more is going to be explained in this chapter, so read and enjoy...

To the reviewers:

Cyndur: All will be explained. Basically it was a disguise, for a very certain purpose.

Ambs: Good to know you're enjoying it. There is less chance of me dropping this story than of someone coming back to life (1:1012).

Cassie: All will be explained now... By the way, I think you mean though, not tough.

Allen Pitt: Dawn using a wand? Maybe... As for the origins of the key, my next chapter will probably reveal a lot. As for Willow's response, yeah, there will be grief. And no, Book 7 has not been released in B:tVS dimension, because the books have been coming out in gaps, so it has passed in HP dimension, but has not been published yet in Buffyverse.

So, on with the show...

"Umm, Buffy, who's Drake?"

"Oh crap. I so did not mean to say that!" Buffy said, shocked, and whitened. She spoke to the air, fantically.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Can I please tell them about you? Please? I don't think they'll let it drop."

Everyone perked up as they felt a gust of air blow around the room. The wind stopped, massing in a form of visible energy just in front of Buffy. The energy slowly produced letters in the air, glowing blue letter trailing blue fire. It formed a message.

MY DEAR, WHEN I SAID YOU HAVE PERMISSION, I MEANT THAT YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO DO ANYTHING, INCLUDING TELLING YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT ME. GO AHEAD. I MYSELF WILL BE COMING, YOU MAY WANT TO TELL ANDREW TO PREPARE TO BE SHOCKED. DRAKE IAORRI

Buffy watched as the letters faded out, then the energy dissipated, slipping away in to the corners of the rooms and out through the walls. "Trust him to show off his ultimate knowledge" she muttered to herself.

"Well, I guess I can tell you then."

Buffy pulled up on of the many chairs that had been brought into the lobby, and sat down. She looked at everyone else, many of whom were also sitting, all of them had very confused expressions, though a few also had a touch of wonder in their eyes.

"Okay. So. The summer just after I turned 15, I had been preparing to go to this place in London, where a whole lot of people had gathered. If the books cover it, you would know it as the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix."

Willow nodded.

"I think it was about three days before I was heading there when this guy appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself to me as Drake Iaorri. He said he was a dimensional traveler, and said that I was needed elsewhere. He said that I had been called as a slayer, entirely accidentally, and the fate of another dimension required that I either die or come with him. It turned out that there weren't supposed to be slayer in that dimension, and that another dimension, this one, was without one as long as I was there."

Buffy was looking at the clock then to the door every so often now, as if she expected someone to appear there, which she actually did.

"He said that it was entirely his fault I was called, cause he had had a link, some kind of portal, between these two dimensions when the slayer before me had died, and somehow the slayer essence had passed through the portal. I was skeptical at first, I thought he might be some death eater in disguise, but he showed me many things that eventually made me believe him, and I let him take me here, along with my family. He then changed my appearance: my hair color, my eye color, even my height. When I asked him why, he said 'If you should be seen or described'. Then he took me here, gave my family fake memories, gave us new identities, and dropped us off in a house in LA."

Dawn was now bursting with questions. Finally she let it all explode out of her.

"So you're saying you're a character in one of my favorite sets of books, who dissapeared, and you met a guy who told you you had to leave your friends and you came to LA and then Sunnydale in a separate freaking dimension? And you changed our memories? And you're British?" Dawn was goind red in the face from lack of air, but was still retaining an imposing demeanor.

"Umm, yeah. You see, what's fiction in some dimension is actually reality in another dimension. If you jumped dimensions enough, you could find almost anything you want."

Then Buffy heard something, and froze. It was the distinct sound of the air cracking. Which she had heard before when...

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, Buffy yelling "Get Down", running and leaping into the assembly, everyone being knocked backwards. Visible cracks appearing in the air, breaking open to reveal blue light pouring through, then a massive object smashing through , emerging out of the gap, tearing through the ceiling, then hitting the ground, gliding for 3 meters or so, coming to rest in the middle of the lobby.

There was silence for about 5 seconds before Andrew, recognizing what it was stated "Holy Shit!". Then many other people recognized it.

It was an Attack Craft from the movie Independence Day.

But it wasn't really. It looked like one, shaped like one, could even have been one to start, but it wasn't one now. There were rows of flashing lights one the sides of the headpiece, and two large multicolored cones with grooves coming out the back. It was also painted bright orange with black line running all over it.

The back hatch opened, and out stepped a man. Kennedy recognized him as the person who had stopped her the day before, and Anya recognized him as the man who probably had a very nice penis who had saved her life.

"Hello." said the man.

"Drake!" Squealed Buffy, running at him and throwing her arms around him, kissing his cheek. Spike scoffed.

"Hey Princess" Drake said. "Are you going to introduce me to your friends?"

"Don't you already know them?"

"Yes, but still, isn't it nice to be formally introduced to people?"

"Have it your way then. Everyone, this is Drake Iaorri, dimensional traveler extraordinaire, and official ruiner of my life." The last comment was added as an afterthought.

"Hey, you accepted my apology, and you know what I did was for the best. And if I hadn't, lots of people would have died. Probably everybody here, and a large amount of people back there."

"Like who?"

"Well, Sirius for instance, as would be, umm... I don't know, but Sirius would defintely be gone. I know that much."

Meanwhile, far away...

In an old building in the countryside of England, a man entered a heavily guarded room, and prostrated himself before his master.

"You have news for me, Wormtail?"

"Yes master." Wormtail kissed the rim of his master's robes. "We have located her."

"At last! Finally that thorn in my side shall die. Her annoying little actions against my forces shall cease, and I will be free to rule all dimensions!"

And Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin and the Entity calling itself the First Evil laughed.

Dun Dun DUN!

Well, there you go!

Fourth chappie and an end, for now, of explanation.

For the next few chapters, my all-seeing eye predicts:

An attack and slaughter of Death Eaters, an interview, a kidnapping, and a reunion of VERY old friends.

Well, bye for now.

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-TSL210