Name: Kristen
Title: Twin Destinies 3?
Website: http/magical-worlds.us/scribblings
Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in the Harry Potter books. That honor goes to J.K. Rowling. I also don't own anything on the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That belongs to Joss Whedon and whoever else has a piece of that pie. No infringement is intended and no profit is being made. This is just for my own amusement and only the plot is mine.
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Pairings: Dawn/Blaise and Harry/Ginny eventually
Spoilers: General Season 5 Spoilers for BtVS and spoilers for all of the Harry Potter books, especially for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Summary: Answer to one of my own challenges posted a long time ago, what if the monks had sent Dawn to someone else? Voldemort is after the key for purposes better left alone and the monks send her to Harry Potter for protection.
Feedback: Is always appreciated. It's what keeps me writing and I'd love to know what you think of this. I don't get many reviews any more so any comments would be appreciated. Let me know where I'm going wrong or what you think I'm doing right. And if you haven't reviewed before now's your chance.

Dedication: This part is for weasleysangel at TTH. She left the first review I've had for this story in quite a while. It was a nice one and brought this story back to the front of my mind.

AN: Just a few more recognizable moments from Order of the Phoenix, which have been altered slightly before we head into completely AU territory. I know this is a short one and more of a filler chapter but it had to be gotten out of the way.

Part 3

Harry and Dawn both departed from the train reluctantly. Now that the moment was upon them they found themselves doing everything they could to delay the process. Trunks, Hedwig, and Dawn's cat Bastien, were gathered slowly.

After everything was gathered and the ticket inspector signaled that it was safe for Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dawn, and Harry to pass through the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten the Potter twins found a surprise waiting for them.

Gathered on the other side of the barrier was a group of people Harry and Dawn hadn't been expecting to be there at all. There was Mad-Eye Moody looking sinister with his bowler hat pulled down low over his magical eye wearing a voluminous cloak and clutching a long staff. Tonks was standing behind him with bright pink hair wearing a pair of heavily patched jeans and a purple T-Shirt with the legend The Weird Sisters. Professor Lupin was there as well sporting a shabby jumper and trousers and a long and threadbare overcoat. And last, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were there dressed in Muggle clothes along with Fred and George who were both wearing outrageous scaly jackets in a lurid green color. Dawn stifled a snicker at the sight of it and Harry stared amazed before shaking it off as another one of those Weasley eccentricities.

Mrs. Weasley hurried forward to envelope Ron and Ginny in a hug. She stepped back and observed them for a moment as if to be sure that they were really fine, the memory of what happened at the Ministry close in her mind. Satisfied that they were as fine as they could be she turned to Harry and Dawn next. "And how are you, dears?" She asked as she gave them hugs as well.

"Fine," Harry and Dawn replied, lying.

Mrs. Weasley looked as if she could tell they were lying but was distracted from further inquiries by Ron's loud question.

"What are they supposed to be?" Ron stared in disbelief at Fred and George's new clothes.

"Finest Dragon skin, little bro," Fred replied, proudly smoothing his hand down the front of the jacket. "Business is booming and we thought we'd treat ourselves."

"Hmph," Mrs. Weasley snorted, still not approving of their new business endeavor. She sniffed in disapproval but didn't say anything. Instead, she turned to greet Hermione.

"Hi," said Harry. "I didn't expect…what are you all doing here?"

"Well," said Lupin with a slight smile to Harry and Dawn, "we thought we might have a little chat with your aunt and uncle before letting them take you two home."

"I dunno if that's a good idea," said Harry at once.

Dawn agreed. The idea of inflicting the Dursleys and their violent dislike of all wizards and witches on these people for the short duration of the conversation had all the makings of a recipe for disaster in her mind. Only the fact that they were in public might have any influence on tempering the Dursleys reaction.

"Oh, I think it is," growled Moody, who had limped a little closer. "That'll be them, will it?" He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder; his magical eye was evidently peering through the back of his head and his bowler hat. Harry leaned an inch or so to the left to see where Mad-Eye was pointing and there, sure enough, were the three Dursleys, who looked positively appalled to see Harry and Dawn's reception committee. Dawn peered around Lupin and followed her brother's line of sight too with a sigh of disappointment. She was so not looking forward to another summer with the Dursleys. A bitter voice in her head spoke up and reminded her that this was actually her second real summer with the Dursleys. All memories of her life with them before last summer weren't real.

"Ah!" said Mr. Weasley, turning from Hermione's parents, whom he had been greeting enthusiastically, and who were taking it in turns to hug Hermione. "Well-shall we do it then?"

"Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur," said Moody.

He and Mr. Weasley took the lead across the station toward the place where the Dursleys stood, apparently rooted the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group. Harry and Dawn hurried after them not wanting to miss this even if it had all the makings of a disaster of Titanic proportions.

"Good afternoon," said Mr. Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt right in front of him. "You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley."

As Mr. Weasley had singlehandedly demolished most of the Dursleys' livings room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr. Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed. She kept glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant, a feat at which he was failing extravagantly.

"We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry and Dawn," said Mr. Weasley, still smiling.

"Yeah," growled Moody. "About how they're treated when they're at your place."

Uncle Vernon's mustache seemed to bristle with indignation. Possibly because the bowler hat gave him the entirely mistaken expression he was dealing with a kindred spirit, he addressed himself to Moody.

"I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house-"

"I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley," growled Moody.

Dawn tried to stifle a snicker at that. She was only marginally successful. Harry grinned at her.

"Anyway, that's not the point," interjected Tonks, whose pink hair seemed to offend Petunia more than all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her. "The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry and Dawn-"

"-And make no mistake, we'll hear about it," added Lupin pleasantly.

"Yes," said Mr. Weasley, "even if you won't let Harry or Dawn use the fellytone-"

"Telephone," whispered Hermione.

"Yeah, if we get any hint that they've been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to," said Moody.

Uncle Vernon swelled ominously. His sense of outrage seemed to outweigh even his fear of this bunch of oddballs.

"Are you threatening me, sir?" he said, so loudly that passersby actually turned to stare.

"Yes, I am," said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.

"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.

"Well…" said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."

Dawn shared an amused look with Fred and George at this development who both gave her identical wicked grins in reply.

Moody turned from Uncle Vernon to Harry and Dawn. "So Potters…give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along…"

Aunt Petunia whimpered piteously. It could not have been plainer that she was thinking of what the neighbors would say if they caught sight of these people marching up the garden path. Dawn and Harry were rather looking forward to it.

"'Bye, then, Potters," said Moody, grasping Harry's shoulder for a moment with a gnarled hand. He moved on to Dawn and did the same.

"Take care, Harry, Dawn," said Lupin quietly. "Keep in touch."

"Harry, and Dawn, dear, we'll have you two away from there as soon as we can," Mrs. Weasley whispered, hugging them again.

"We'll see you soon, mate," said Ron anxiously, shaking Harry's hand.

"Really soon, Dawn," Hermione said earnestly as she hugged her. "We promise."

Harry and Dawn nodded. They somehow could not find words to tell them, what it meant to them, to see them all ranged there, on their side. Instead, Harry smiled, raised a hand in farewell while Dawn did the same, and together they turned around, and led the way out of the station toward the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley hurrying along in their wake.

End Part 3