My sincere apologies for the total lateness of this update. This is what happens when you have too many ideas crammed into your head and your brain goes into overload. But I have some good news, and no it has nothing to do with Geico but that little gecko is so cool, but I finally got my permit! Now I can drive…legally anyway as long as my dad stays in the passenger seat! Okay enough about me on with the story….btw in this story I'm going to assume that Angel and his crew know about Dawn's keyness. Just go with it.

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The early autumn air in Cleveland, Ohio was decidedly nippy when the sun set, but it was actually quite comfortable to the young redheaded woman and the platinum-headed man standing beside her in a long leather duster at the edge of a cemetery.

"Doesn't feel too powerful to me. Got nothing on Sunnydale," Spike remarked while lighting up a cigarette.

Willow nodded in agreement as she used her magical senses to test the area's potency. Buffy was contemplating setting up a base here as soon as possible with a small brigade of slayers. Xander was a likely candidate for base commander despite his having lost his soldier skills from the Halloween incident almost six years ago. But Buffy and Faith trusted his ability to handle the slayers and would always be just a fireplace or portkey away.

"You're right. It almost seems dormant, but I can still sense a subtle stream of evil. But I guess that's why Buffy and Faith are letting Xander handle it. It's the most docile Hellmouth we've come across and the smallest," the powerful Wicca said.

"Don't you lot have enough to worry about with the crazy wizard bloke?" Spike asked.

Willow frowned as if she expected Spike to understand. "We can't just neglect out other duties. What if while we're busy with Voldemort some demon tries to end the world?"

"Isn't that what Peaches and Evil Inc. are for?" Spike retorted using his less than flattering nicknames for Angel and Wolfram and Hart.

"Yeah, well…I'm not entirely sure we can trust them. I mean Angel yeah, but he's CEO of Wolfram and Hart and we can't really trust them. I know Buffy and the rest of us would feel a lot better if some of our own were handling the hellmouths."

"And you trust the Whelp to handle this one?" Spike pointed out dryly.

Willow rolled her eyes at the vampire's chosen name for Xander and replied shortly, "Yes, I do. And so does Buffy and Faith. Of course, that is if he chooses to. He might wanna stay in London after the new headquarters building is built."

"Hey guys! I stopped at Starbucks—did you know they have more than one in this town?—and got some coffees because it's a little nippy out here," Andrew greeted cheerily while toting three cups of steaming coffee. Andrew had come along to strengthen his credibility as a useful member of the Scooby Gang. Willow had charged him with the task of recording all the information about the slayers they found and typing up files on them and sorting them into categories. She had been surprised at his prowess with the task and was grateful to have brought him.

"Thanks Andrew," Willow said while taking the cup he offered to her.

Her magically enhanced senses tingled slightly as if a pair of invisible eyes were watching her. Increasing her pressure on her cup she glanced around the cemetery and surrounding buildings and darkened alleyways. Yet it was not as if there was actually someone hiding near watching it her. It was more that someone was spying upon her from far off. It wasn't the first time she had experienced this sensation nor was it the second. The fact that it was continual caused her to take action, but whenever she used her magic to track the presence it would disappear so completely to make it seem like it had not been there at all. She couldn't even ascertain if the intent towards her was malicious or not. Logically she figured that anyone who didn't wish her harm wouldn't be likely to spy on her. Anyone who did wish her harm might do so. Yet who was it? Was it more than one person? Was it Voldemort or his lackeys? It seemed a likely possibility, but Willow doubted it somehow that it was the dark lord himself.

When she finally voiced her concerns to her friends they were quick to become worried and Buffy jumped into protective mode. Hence, Spike offered to go with her to Cleveland for protection. The vampire asserted that Buffy and Faith insisted he accompany her, but Willow could tell that it had been his choice and she was touched. Though a Wicca as powerful as herself really didn't require much protection she appreciated the gesture all the same.

"Red? You okay?" Spike inquired with concern.

Willow did not respond, caught up in the useless search for the enigmatic eyes that were forever watching her and forever eluding her. When Spike asked her again and put a hand on her shoulder she finally awoke out of her trance and looked at him.

"They were watching me again," she said softly.

Spike sighed a hissing sigh through his teeth and futilely scanned the area around them. It was as hopeless as Willow's own attempt because they both knew it wasn't a person watching in some fifteen-story window with a telescope. She had explained time and again that it was a feeling like someone was keeping tabs on her from far away by use of magic. That made it all the more troubling to Spike and the rest of the Scoobies' minds.

Andrew's large gray eyes just darted from Spike to Willow anxiously as he sipped his coffee. In this particular situation he was more or less of the useless type and found it was healthier for him if he just contributed nothing at all. He was terrified of making the tiniest mistake and ruining his friendship—which was tenuous at best—with Buffy and her gang. He had never felt so accepted in his life. Not even being apart of the Trio with Warren and Jonathan had made him feel like one of the gang. Granted Warren had trusted him more than he did Jonathan and the two eventually collaborated to be rid of the short annoyance, but Warren had betrayed him as well. Warren betrayed just about everyone he had ever come across and Andrew had not really realized that until after he had brutally stabbed Jonathan in the basement of Sunnydale High. Talk about lousy timing. He would always carry residual guilt over his heinous deed, but he was working hard at redeeming himself. Working with Buffy and her friends at saving the world and fighting against evil was a big step in his path to redemption. And because they were working against evil instead of for it like the Trio did he knew that the chance of betrayal was slim to none. That was the advantage in working for the side of Light, everyone looked out for one another. That was a lot more than could be said for the other side. And Anya had died for him. She had died to save his life. Okay, so maybe she hadn't planned on the dying part, but it didn't change what she had done. He owed it to her memory to keep fighting against evil. He made a personal vow to himself that the former Vengeance Demon's sacrifice would not have been made in vain.

"It's gone," Willow announced after several moments.

Spike quirked his scarred eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Positive. Guess they had their fill for the night," she replied with a bitter smile on her face. "Come on, let's gather the new recruits and split."

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Saturday morning dawned mercifully bright and clear for Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the two Beaters, Jack Sloper and Andrew Kirke, stood in full Gryffindor Quidditch regalia. Crested onto Harry and Ron's uniforms was the elegantly shaped letter "C" that glinted merrily in the sunlight. The contenders for the team were dressed in many different outfits chatting away on the Pitch waiting for their turn to show Harry and Ron what they had to offer. Jordan and Aidan were wearing the uniforms of their Phoenix Group Quidditch team which were colored completely in a sapphire hue with a silver phoenix on their backs. Hermione had journeyed down to the Pitch to provide her support for not only the team, but for Ron as well who was feeling rather awkward in his position as Captain.

"Aren't they just cute? Some are so small they look like just a tiny bit of wind would knock them off their brooms," Lorne commented from his seat beside Hermione on the stands. He had taken a day off of work as chief of the entertainment division of the L.A. branch of Wolfram and Hart on Jordan's request to root for her at the tryouts. Fred, wanting to spend some time with Wesley and take a break from the lab had joined him.

Lorne's entry onto the field amidst the students caused quite a bit of gasps and shrieks of fright. Even after they were assured that he was completely harmless to them they still eyed him warily and dealt him a wide berth.

"Where is Wesley? He said he would be here to watch," Fred asked with a pout forming on her small, pretty face.

"Don't worry chickpea, if you're here he'll show," Lorne replied slyly.

Hermione was so intent on keeping her eyes on Ron that she didn't catch the implications of that statement until moments later. "Are you and Wesley a couple? What is there some sort of lovebug going around? First Harry and Dawn and now you and Wesley," Hermione said and then winced at accidentally letting that information slip.

Fred reddened slightly but a grin spread across her face. "Wesley and I have been together for a couple weeks now," she told the slayer-witch.

"Harry and Dawn are together? Where the hell have I been?" Lorne said in disbelief while taking a silver flask out of his jacket and gulping down a few drinks.

"At the company of evil and death, remember? But wow, that's so cute. Wesley hasn't mentioned anything about that," Fred happily chimed.

"Yikes though, what does big sis think of that? Or worse—the vampire?" Lorne queried.

Hermione grimaced but said, "Technically they aren't together yet. They're just going on a date to Hogsmeade, which I really don't see is much difference than just going as friends. But everyone else knows the two fancy each other."

"Yeah, that's usually how it goes with romance. Well, at least Harry has an eye for the ladies. Dawn's quite the catch. There's definitely not many made like her; come to think of it I don't think there are any made like her. I've never heard of there being other k—OW!" Lorne cried out in pain as Fred accidentally on purpose jarred him in the ribs with her elbow.

Hermione stared at the two of them strangely while suspicion and curiosity bubbled within her. What did Lorne mean by that? Obviously there was something different about Dawn that they knew about and weren't supposed to tell. The talkative green demon had come very close to letting it spill. It was then that the clever witch remembered something said about Dawn back at the Hyperion Hotel shortly after Hermione met the Scooby Gang and their companions. Dumbledore had said Dawn being a witch had been due to her uniqueness which had both Jordan and herself questioning the girl later that night. But Dawn had evaded the subject and left the two hanging only for their curiosity to be buried under the weight of new responsibilities and events. Her curiosity was yet again sparked and the too cheerful smiles that Fred and Lorne were putting on only added fuel to her fire. Deciding to assure them that she was completely unsuspicious she smiled back and turned her attention back to the field leaving her two companions unaware of the wheels of ambition to know and learn turning in her head.

"Hi Hermione! Fred! Lorne! When did you guys get here?" came said object of curiosity as she joined them in the stands.

Hermione studied Dawn while trying to be inconspicuous while doing it as if she could use her "spidey sense" to detect what it was that made Dawn special. Unfortunately for the Gryffindor witch what ever it was that made Dawn so unique was very well hidden within the girl and she wasn't about to ask her about it.

Harry's heartbeat began to pick up its pace when he caught Dawn's familiar form out of the corner of his eye. Contrary to what he believed Dawn watching him doing what he did best would do to him (make him nervous and twitchy) he felt a great upwelling of confidence. He caught her eye and she waved coyly while grinning at him. Ron and Ginny both snickered at him knowingly.

"Shut it!" he retorted.

This only induced more snickering and snorts of laughter from the redheaded siblings. Again the humor in this situation was completely lost on him, but then he figured you had to be outside of the situation to see it.

"Harry, what's she doing here? She's a Slytherin!" one of the Gryffindors hissed with undisguised derision.

"Yeah, she's probably been sent here to spy! I bet Malfoy put her up to it!" another one joined in.

Harry felt the heat of anger in his cheeks and before he could rise up to Dawn's defense Aidan's voice rang out.

"Gee, for people that claim to be nobler than Slytherins you sure have odd ways of showing it. Has it ever occurred to you that she doesn't really give a rat's ass about the Slytherin Quidditch team? Most of you don't even know her. Give her a chance."

That quieted the majority of the kids, but what they lacked in words they made up for in the contemptuous glances they sent to Dawn. Hermione returned their glares with equal, if not even more, vehemence and they ignored her for the rest of the time. Dawn didn't want to admit it, but their stark objection to her being there because of her being a Slytherin actually hurt. She had expected the Gryffindors to be a bit more compassionate, but apparently she was wrong. Most Slytherins scorned her because she was Muggle-born and most Gryffindors scorned her because she was a Slytherin. She just couldn't win. Thank God for her family and friends or she wouldn't be able to last the school year.

"Don't listen to them Dawnie. They're kids; what do they know?" Lorne supplied as comfort not really noticing the raised eyebrows given to him by Hermione and Dawn who took slight offense to that.

"They just need to get to know you. At least they don't care about you being Muggle-born. Just don't take it personally, the rival between the two houses has existed for years. They might warm up to you when they find you're dating Harry," Hermione assured her and then her brow furrowed.

Fred said exactly what Hermione had been thinking, "Or they might scorn him for dating a…um…what's your house?"

"Slytherin," Dawn said dolefully. "God, it would have been so much easier if I had been made a Gryffindor."

"Yes, but for people like us sweetie things are never easy," Lorne replied with an uncharacteristic grimness to his voice. Then he muttered in a matter-of-fact tone, "Unless you're drunk. And then it depends upon what you are trying to do."

The four remained in the stands watching the tryouts proceed while cheering on their favored contenders. Wesley, Buffy, and Faith eventually joined them alongside a couple of slayers who had taken a distinct liking to Quidditch. Willow, Andrew, and Spike were gathering more slayers and checking out the Cleveland Hellmouth while Xander and Giles were off seeing to the new Watcher's Council headquarters as it was rebuilt. Dawn, while resolving once again that Quidditch was not the sport for her could not help but be enraptured with the way the players handled themselves on their brooms. Granted some were far more talented than others and even Dawn's untrained eyes could pick apart the ones who were made for the rough sport and the ones who obviously needed to wake up and smell the lack of talent. One second-year girl even leaped off her broom after it rose a foot into the air.

Jordan and Aidan were spectacular Chasers. The two knew each other's moves like the back of their hands and both were magnificent fliers. They were almost as good as Harry was on his broom. Ginny herself surprised everyone by her adeptness in the Chaser position and managed to keep up with the auburn-haired twins. Hermione narrowed her eyes and whispered to Dawn,

"They practiced with her."

"Is that a bad thing?" Dawn asked.

"Not really. I just think it gave her more of an upper-hand. The three of them will surely be the three Chasers for the team. There's no way Harry and Ron could not pick them."

The students were even allowed to try for the filled positions of Seeker, Keeper, and the two Beater positions. No one managed to match Harry's prowess in catching the Snitch. Jordan didn't even try for it, but Harry had begged her to just to see if her superior vision and reflexes could win out. She declined, but the idea clearly had its appeal to her. Seamus, however, was almost like a brick wall when it came to keeping. The Firewell twins only managed to get a few throws past him after several tries and even when Ron took up the position as Keeper he couldn't beat Seamus. This presented a problem because Ron was a co-captain and they couldn't very well oust him off the team. But neither could they overlook Seamus's talent at the position.

"Why did you never try out before?" Harry asked incredulously.

Seamus shrugged. "Didn't know I was so good. Figured I might as well give it a try this year."

Dean tapped on Ginny's shoulder and made a motion towards where Jordan stood while whispering conspiratorially, "He only did it because she was a fan of the game. Seamus is starting to fancy her. Her and Lavender and that Slytherin girl, Dawn."

Ginny raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. "Did you explain to him that he can't have all three?"

"Pfft! No, I think it would be funny to see him try. Especially since Jordan is a slayer and her brother looks like he could snap Seamus in half and Dawn is the younger sister of a slayer and Lavender is…Lavender." A wry grin broke out on Dean's face while Ginny shook her head and rolled her eyes. Boys!

"Well, what are we supposed to do? Could we make him a reserve?" Ron asked hopefully.

"As good as he is and you wanna keep him in reserve? What about going for Beater, Ron? I hear your brothers were fricken awesome. Maybe their talent will have rubbed off on you," Jordan proposed.

"Or we both could be Keepers and you can alternate us. Ron's pretty good at the position and I don't want to steal it from him," Seamus suggested.

Harry ran his hand through his unruly black hair as he thought over it and looked to his best friend who shrugged.

"I could try the Beater position," Ron said reluctantly, while furtively glancing at the rest of students grouped around him. He felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around him and smiled contentedly as his girlfriend whispered words of encouragement into his ear. He took her words to heart and put a brave face on while gripping his broomstick tightly. "I'll try it."

Harry handed Ron a Beater's bat and then released the two Bludgers that were straining to roam free over the Pitch like animals having been cooped up too long in a cage. Everyone stepped back as Ron pelted one after the other occasionally having to dive to the ground to avoid getting hit. A couple of the people around the redhead were forced to dodge the two Bludgers as well, but Ron kept them mostly protected. When one came hurtling towards Hermione she smacked it away with her own bare hand with such force that it flew well past the golden hoops. Harry sincerely hoped they wouldn't have to get a new one, but he still stared in awe at the feat.

"Further proof as to why slayers should not be Beaters. Imagine if she had hit someone," Jordan remarked.

"Well I can think of some people I wouldn't mind you two hitting like that," Harry mumbled while everyone fervently agreed.

They declared Ron rather talented at the position, even better than Jack and Andrew. Since Andrew was a little better at the position than Jack they kept him on as Beater and put Jack in reserve. Surprisingly he put up no fight because he was none too fond of the position himself.

"Well, I think that's all for today. I'll talk with my co-captain about who should be on the team and reserve members and such. Thank you all for performing your very best and good luck. Results should be posted within the week," Harry announced to the still awestruck Gryffindors.

The crowd on the Pitch dispersed with a great clamoring of amazement at the display of Hermione's slayer strength. While unintended it was no less incredible to see the clever, bookish witch hit a Bludger with such force. They started to look upon her with a new light of admiration and slight trepidation. No one would even contemplate angering her now.

"Wicked move Hermione, but did you have to hit it so hard?" Ron said to Hermione after most of the students had left to eat a late lunch.

Hermione blushed. "I didn't mean to. Honestly."

"You guys were something out there. Who would have thought broomsticks could be so exciting?" Lorne said as he and his companions sauntered over to the dwindled group on the Pitch.

"Yeah, I'm almost sorry I don't know how to ride one," Fred voiced.

"Almost? You could take a ride if you wanted," Jordan offered, holding her broomstick forward.

Fred's eyes widened and she backed up further into Wesley's embrace. "Ah no. That's fine, I'll keep my feet on the ground."

"Aw, come on. You and Wesley could both take a crack at it. It's very romantic up there in the clouds seeing the stars. Of course, it's daylight now, but you get the gist," Jordan urged.

Wesley shook his head at his charge, but he was tempted by the idea. "That's fine Jordan. I don't think Fred cares much for heights."

"It's not the heights. It's just being up in the air with nothing but a broomstick to keep you from falling," Fred replied defensively.

"I hear ya Fred," Dawn agreed, nodding her head. She might have been talking to the frail-looking, but surprisingly strong woman, but her eyes were for Harry.

Buffy grinned knowingly at her sister's googly-eyed staring at the black-haired boy with the brilliant green eyes; the boy that everything seemed to be about and yet at the same time he seemed to be detached from it all too. He reminded Buffy too much of herself and in a way her sister as well. Their budding relationship had not been made known to Spike just yet whom everyone knew was staunchly protective of his Nibblet. After all, they needed Harry to survive if they had any hope of defeating Voldemort at all. Buffy was used to being the one who did the vanquishing and finding herself in this particular position was somewhat hard to get used to. She had to continually remind herself that she was to prepare and protect Harry until he was ready to fight Voldemort. There was nothing she could do to the dark wizard personally that would save them all save for molding his soon-to-be worst enemy into a warrior to be reckoned with. She looked over at her slayers and at her co-commander who was chatting with Ginny about Quidditch.

"I think we should train some of the rookies on those broomsticks. I mean, slayers gone airborne carrying crossbows has to be an advantage in battle," Faith said to the redhead. "Waddya say, B?"

Buffy was silent as she ran through the idea in her mind. "Maybe. But we would have to cover that later. We still have more training to do on the ground. I want them to be steady on their feet before we put them in the air."

"Oooooh a Broom Brigade!" Jordan, who had overheard their conversation, clapped her hands together merrily.

"If we do that you would be commander since you have the most experience," Faith told her seriously.

That wiped the smile of the young slayer's face and it was replaced with an alarmed grimace.

"What?" Jordan asked.

"Chill, we haven't even decided if are going to do it," Faith assured her.

"Okay, if it's alright with you chaps I'm going to get something to eat," Ron said loudly.

"Shouldn't we look for the Bludger?" Harry asked.

"Ah, look for it later. Besides there's more in storage," Ron replied, while waving it away.

Right on cue a dark shape came hurtling back towards the Pitch. Although flying somewhat erratically because of the forceful hit with which the Bludger had been dealt had damaged it, it was still full of zinging energy. Jordan snatched the Bludger out of the air instantaneously and restrained it beside its twin in the chest with no effort whatsoever. She noticed it was slightly dented from Hermione's hit and the corners of her mouth turned up into a grin.

"From now on, you are in charge of the Bludgers," Harry said and then added with an ironic smirk, "Even if you don't make it onto the team."

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"Okay Giles, I got the blueprints right here for the new building. You still want there to be dungeons?" Xander queried as he laid down a large scrolled-up blueprint on the makeshift coffeetable in the makeshift office on the site of the new Watchers Council Headquarters.

"Well, I suppose we should have them just in case. Only make them less….dank and dark," Giles replied setting down his cup of tea.

"Dungeons that aren't dank and dark? Do such things exist?" Xander joked. At Giles's glare he mumbled, "Okay, I'll tell the guys. And did you know a good bit of those construction workers are half-demons or full-blooded demons?"

Giles didn't even look up from the prints as he answered, "Yes, I was aware of that."

"Oh, well, just making sure. They invited me out to go to a pub with them later," Xander said, then he paled. "Oh God, what if they want me to go to a demon pub?"

Giles chuckled a bit at that, but continued to study the blueprints for the new building. It was larger than the previous headquarters building and the placement of particular wings had been changed, but he was overall pleased with the plans.

"I never got the chance to thank you for letting me oversee the construction. This is a great job," Xander said softly. "I thought it was over with for me and construction work when I lost my eye."

"Well, it isn't as if you will actually be building anything. You're the supervisor and now you have that remarkable magical prosthesis," Giles reminded him.

Xander had paid a visit to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries after that retired Auror, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody had suggested he get an eye like his. Only problem was Xander didn't want an eye that was all electric blue in color and rolled round and round in his eye-socket thereby freaking out all normal Muggles he would come across. So Willow had used her brand of magic to transfigure his new eye into an exact replica of his other brown eye.

Something started pecking on one of the windows to the trailer and Xander walked over to investigate. A chocolate-brown owl was flapping its wings just outside the window and the young man recognized it as Dawn's owl, Will. He opened the window so the owl could flutter in and deliver his mistress's message.

"Hey Will, my good feathered friend. What news do you bring us from Hogwarts?" Xander greeted as the owl settled on the makeshift coffeetable and dipped his beak into Giles's teacup.

"I give up," Giles sighed.

Xander snickered as he untied the scrolled up letters from Buffy and Dawn while Giles merely threw up his hands in resignation. Will always drank his tea whenever the owl brought letters from his surrogate daughters. Who would have thought an owl would acquire a taste for tea?

Buffy's letter was two pages long and consisted of nothing out of the ordinary. The Slayers seemed to be progressing in their training and had fallen into their routines of academic study, physical combat training, and patrol. On weekends they were free to pursue extra curricular activities during the day. Many went to Hogsmeade to indulge in the many treats the wizard town had in store for them. Buffy thanked Giles profusely for finding tutors to educate the girls in normal Muggle subjects like: arithmetic, science, history, English, etc... He had even made sure all of the tutors were bilingual or better since some of the young slayers were not yet fluent in the native language.

Dawn's was mostly about how her magical studies were going and how the Slytherins were treating her. Most were still very rude to her or just shunned her outright, but there were quite a few young Slytherins that had taken a liking to her. She also spoke of watching the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts yesterday and how amazing it was. Xander and Giles noticed that she talked a lot about one Gryffindor in particular, a certain black-haired green-eyed boy and it caused the two men to exchange suspiciously knowing looks. At the end of her letter she happily answered their suspicions by saying she was going to Hogsmeade on a date with Harry in October.

"See what we're missing out on Giles?" Xander complained.

Giles raised his eyebrow. "It's not like this is the first date Dawn's ever been on."

"Yeah, but this is the first guy I've ever really approved of for the Dawnster. I mean there was the vampire she kissed and the guy who had that magic jacket that made all girls go crazy for him," Xander recounted and then he frowned. "Harry's weird too, not evil but weird. What is it with Summers women and weird guys?"

"And I suppose you are completely normal in the area of courtship yourself?" Giles replied sardonically.

"Hey! Cordelia was pretty normal as far as my relationships go!" Xander retorted.

Giles merely nodded his head and his expression turned from slightly amused to serious. "Speaking of relationships, how are you doing? You seem to be coping with the loss of Anya rather well of late."

Xander bowed his head and clasped his hands together as a thin veil of heartache enfolded him. The misery over Anya's death had diminished little by little everyday and he found that if he just focused his mind on other tasks it was easier to bear. Keeping himself busy and connected with his pseudo-family and the oncoming showdown with the dark lord were succeeding and taking his mind off of his former vengeance demon love. When he dwelled on it long enough he would often break down into tears, but even those episodes were growing smaller in number. Slowly but surely his heart was mending the wounds it had been dealt.

"I'm a lot better. I don't like to think about it too much, at least not about her death. I mainly just try to remember her before that," he spoke with bittersweet longing. "I guess grief is something we in the Scooby Gang are pros at, huh?"

Giles nodded grimly and his smile was tight and humorless. "Yes, I suppose you're right about that."

The two men were silent for a moment as they both reminisced about their respective loves and losses before Xander interjected thoughtfully, "If I were to get back in the dating scene again, you don't think Anya would somehow exact bloody vengeance from beyond the grave?"

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::Sigh:: I love Xander. I would so date him if given the chance. I need to get him a g/f. Any ideas?

wyredsisters: Sorry chica, my story my rules. I make no promises on Sirius or new characters. When you merge two worlds together you're going to get new characters if you get realistic. I don't think Ron technically agreed that all purebloods were death eaters, I think he meant (or I meant) that those in Slytherin were.

Chrios: That is the sad sad truth of my life. But ever since we acquired a playstation 2 they've been playing that more than getting on the comp which works out great for me. The only games I play on the playstation are the Dark Alliance games and since I've beaten them I've been on the comp mostly.

BTVSfreak: Thanks. I'm flattered that you decided to read my story despite the fact that Draco and Hermione aren't together. Yeah, Buffy/Snape is a little bit high with the ick factor.

gabrieldarke: More to come.

delta-negative: I will put in more Faith. I'm not sure about her with Xander though. I'll have to mull that over for a while. It wasn't the first time that idea came up.

AnthonyR: Oh wow that sucks. I'm sorry for your loss and your g/f is real lucky to have you there to comfort her. I have been real lucky in that no one I know personally has been killed or seriously injured in a car accident.

matt: Well, I think killing Kennedy would be going a bit too far, but it's not completely impossible. And Vi is cool, prolly one of the only potentials that I really liked. I do plan on fixing her up with one of the twins, but we'll see. Thanks for the driving advice. I was actually more nervous about the written tests then the actual driving part so that says something.

trunks: No idea. Prolly in Angel or something.

Vld: Draco take Dawn to Hogsmeade? Banish the though immediately!

Silver Warrior: Funny how short on brains Glory was when she brainsucked several poor fools. I thought she was the best Buffy villain ever though. She was amusing to say the least. The Trio I always deemed an annoyance because calling them evil would have given them way too much credit. And wow you're right about Xander. Could you imagine him as one of the geeks? Scary and sad cuz he's like my favorite BtVS character. Yeah I think Harry and Dawn have a lot in common and I'm delighted that you approve. Yeah I can't imagine Ginny going with a Slytherin and I could never see Harry and Hermione getting together for some reason. I guess it's cuz I thought she was always meant for Ron. Her and Harry didn't argue enough lol.

Thanks also to Kiara-Zzyopen and Wanderingsoul24.