A/N: I'm Back! Yay. Sorry it was so long. I was on vacation. I got to see my new nephew! Kaleb Wessley. Weird name.. I don't like it but he is the cutest thing. Anyhow, I'm back now and ready to write Thanks to the reviews and I got some really good ideas from ya'll....

Oh and I couldn't remember if Anne knew that Gunn was a demon hunter guy, but I think she did. So, in this fic, she does. Lol. For my purposes, please go with it.

DreamerChild - It's a dimension that I kind of made up. Sirius doesn't need anything. That's what makes it so bad. It's just blah. Just there. He has nothing to do. Nothing to eat. He doesn't need it. It's like his bodies wants kind of froze... that's probably really confusing... hmm... If it doesn't make sense I can try and make it more uh.. sensable? And thanks for the ideas.. hmm...I'm gonna combine a few...

Goddessa39 - Thank you! I love B/A together, heh, I have a few B/A songfics but I was thinking that maybe I would do a Buffy/ someone from the Potterverse fic...Just not sure who. It won't be Buffy/Ron.. Sorry. Ick for that. Maybe Buffy/Draco. Dunno yet...But The Anne/Lily and the portal thing gave me an idea.... It won't be exactly how you wanted but I think that the portal gave me a really good idea...lol.

Emba - Nope. No Dawn/Harry and thanks for the Ron comment. Lol. I try...and now I'm kind of considering Buffy/Harry or Buffy/Draco. Buffy and Draco are so cute together and I kind of had an idea of how to bring him into the picture... but... I'm still thinking! Which is hard....

Chapter 7 - The Portal and The Neutered Kitten

Los Angeles, California

Anne, known as 'Lily' to some, sat in her office within the shelter she worked at in L.A. She could hear someone stumbling around outisde the door, probably heading for a snack in the kitchens. She didn't feel like sending them to bed so she just leaned back in her worn black chair and crossed her arms.

Something strange was happening. Isn't it always? She thought blandly. It seemed that the portal she watched over was being a bit fussy latley. Anne couldn't get a clear view of what was going on and it was beginning to worry her. The portal was very important and if something was wrong with it, if someone was fiddling with it's 'strings', so to speak, she would be in trouble.

Anne considered telling Gunn about it, but decided that it was late and he was most likely asleep or killing demons. Closing her mind, Anne tried to clear her thoughts, maybe help her relax a little.

A flash hit her like a bullot speeding through the warm air, making Anne shiver with fear.

A man sat across from a woman. Not just any woman. Anne had seen this girl before. It was Buffy Summers. Sunnydale's residential Slayer. They were talking, Anne could not tell about what. The man looked familiar also, but Anne couldn't put a name to the face. His dark hair fell beyond his shoulders and his eyes a crystal blue. It wasn't this particular world she had seen him in.

Anne remembered seeing flyers with his face on them when she took her trip to the Ministry to take Mundungus Fletcher in her care at the shelter to help him with his problems.

That was Sirius Black. He was still alive! And inside the portal... with the Slayer.

Anne's heart raced and her eyes flung open. She lunged forward towards the desk to reach the black phone, yanking it off of it's cradle and began to dial.

Angel Investigations

Fred was sitting behind the tall counter, flipping through a manilla folder in front of her. She pushed her thin glasses up on her nose more to see better. She began muttering to herself, and jumped when the loud ringing of the phone echoed through the lobby.

"Jeepers!" She screeched and grabbed the phone beside her and held it between her shoulder and ear. "Angel Investi-- Who?"

"Anne. I need to speak to Gunn." Replied the feminine voice from the other end of the telephone.

"Oh um.. He's not here right --" Fred stopped speaking when the doors to the hotel swung open to reveal Angel, Wesley, and Gunn covered in some sort of blue goo. " - Here he is." She looked at Gunn and motioned him over. "Phone call. For you."

Gunn's dark brow furrowed in confusion. "Who is it?" He asked as he made his way towards the counter. With every step, another sticky squish could be heard.

"Anne?" Said Fred unknowingly as she handed off the phone, then walked out from behind the counter towards Angel and Wesley.

"What happened to you guys?!"

Gunn frowned as he listened as Anne told him about what she had seen in the portal.

"So.. let me get this straight. Blondie is in the portal right now with an evil murderer that does the wicked mojo?"

Anne frowned on the other side of the line. "Kind of. But he didn't seem like he was gonna hurt her or anything. I mean, they were just sitting their talking."

"And you've never noticed either of them before?"

"Well, no. I never really looked into it unless something was bothering me, or I had a feeling. I'm not sure how long either of them have been there. But we need to get him out. Didn't you mention last time you came to visit that your friend had a book of portal opening spells? Or something like that?"

Gunn chuckled and turned his back to Wesley, Fred, and Angel, who were all staring at him, waiting for him to finish his conversation.

"Did is that special word, girl. Kind of disappeared when we hit Pylea. Damn that was a definate bump in the road."

"When did you go to Pylea?! Wait. Nevermind. That isn't important right now. Please Gunn, something weird is going on and I need your help. Can I see you tomorrow?"

"It'll have to be at sunset so I can take fang boy with me. I'll bring Wes too, he's good with books."

Anne smiled and Gunn could almost hear her sigh of relief. "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow then. Seven?"

"Sounds good. Later." Gunn hung the phone back into it's cradle and turned to his friends.

Angel took a step forward and raised an eyebrow. "Anne? From the shelter?" Gunn just nodded. "What did she want?"

"We're meeting her tomorrow at seven. She needs our help."

Wesley held a towel in his hand, shaking goo from his hair. "With what, may I ask? Has she found a nest of some sort?"

Gunn shook his head. "Member that portal she watches? Well it's got a few new guests."

Angel lay his black, gooey duster on the back on the chair in the lobby and put his hands on his sides, walking forward. "What kind of demons?"

"Not demons." Said Gunn softly. "A Slayer and a Wizard."

"A Wizard?" Wesley asked intrigued, also coming forward. Fred clasped her hands in front of her meekly and gave a sympathetic smile.

"Um.. guys? Isn't this really dangerous?"

Everyone stayed quiet and took a minute to think. Angel was staring at the ground as if it was suddenly interesting and Wesley was moving towards his office to consult his books.

"Angel... man, I know what your thinking. But if we do get them out, we dunno what's gonna happen to them afterwards."

Finally, Angel looked up at his dark skinned friend with a brooding look etched across his features, shoulders slumped a bit. "Gunn, this means she's alive. Doesn't it? We can bring her back. If she's caught in the portal, right?"

"I don't know. But I can't make any promises. I'm not one to keep my word."

The World Behind The Veil

Buffy's head shot up from it's gaze towards Sirius. She looked around in a paranoid way. Sirius frowned and tilted his head curiously as to what she was doing.

"Buffy? What are you--" He was cut off in midsentence with her hand out in front of her and a 'Shh!' but she still made no eye contact.

The blonde Slayer stood from the murky ground and began to pace slowly, listening. Hesitantly, Sirius stood also, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Ya ever get that... feeling? That someone's watching you?"

"Uh, no. Not really. Buffy are you sure your okay?" Sirius was beginning to get worried. Was someone else there? Watching them?

"It's gone..." She murmured softly.

"What is?" Sirius asked anxiously. Buffy shook her head and turned so that she faced him, standing a good six feet apart.

"I don't know. But something.. someone was here. If only for a minute. I know it! And... and if there's a way to get in, there's a way to get out."

"Don't be so sure about that, Buffy." Said Sirius, his voice full of condemned doubt.

Buffy sighed exasperatedly. "Sirius, we need to think positive, okay? Okay, so the good guys don't always win and people die and things change... so do prophecies. From my experience, there's always a way around it. There's a way around everything. Which means there's a way out."

Sirius closed his eyes, wishing, if only for a second, that this charming blonde girl was correct.

Sunnydale, California

A loud pop echoed through Restfield Cemetary as a figure appeared in the dim moonlight. Soon, two other figures appeared beside the first. Ron turned to look at his two best friends and smiled.

"Ya know, this is the furthest I've ever apparated. I'm glad I didn't get split. Ya know? Like Hickory Lynell did last year. 'Member him? Worked for the Ministry... with Percy?"

Hermoine sighed. "Ron, will you please shut up?" Ron became quiet immediatley, and both Ron and Hermoine turned to look at Harry, who stood still, not speaking.

"You alright mate?" Asked Ron finally, knitting together his eyebrows in a concerned matter. Hermione took a step further into the graveyard.

"Well I for one, don't fancy on strolling through the land of the dead all night. Are you two coming?"

Hesitantly, Ron and Harry both began to follow the bushy haired brunette even further into the graveyard. "Harry, are you sure you don't know where the girl lives? Or her name even?" She muttered briskly, as if she was having second thoughts on coming to Sunnydale in search of this mystery girl.

The three halted and retrieved their wands as they heard approaching voices and shadowed figures coming their way. Quickly, Hermoine ducked behind a large tombstone and beckoned the boys over, which they obediently obliged.

"Come on niblet, we've only bagged one tonight. That's not very many if you can count." Replied a British voice sarcastically.

"Well why did you make me come? Why couldn't you just go off on your own? I'm almost sixteen." The second voice was female and rather young. She was American and sounded rather stubborn.

"Because Red told me to watch you tonight.. and you don't say no to her. That witch'll make you her bloody lap dog..."

"Okay um eww? Anyway, your being super unfair about this. At least Clem let me eat lots of fast food and he doesn't offer me blood."

Suddenly, the two figures came into view. A platinum blonde man with a long, trailing black leather duster, stood facing a teenaged girl. The girl was a good three inches or more shorter than him and wore light jeans and a blue sweater. Her arms were crossed and a resolved look was crossing her face.

The flaxen haired man tilted his head toward the star-filled sky and began to.. sniff?

Hermoine gasped as a hand grabbed her shoulder and another covered her mouth to muffle her scream. The hands pulled back and the three magickal friends looked up to see a smirking..vampire?!

"VAMPIRE!" Shouted Ron in a panic as he made for a run, but the blonde was too quick. He grabbed Ron by the collar and threw him hard to the ground, then jumped back and held a hand to his head in agony.

The teenaged girl stepped into the full edge of moonlight and smiled satisfied. "Guess that'll teach poor wittle spikey wikey not to hit the big bad humans." The girl made a pouty face then turned to the three people to her side. They all looked a few years older than her, maybe Buffy's age.

Harry's eyes grew wide and he swallowed. "Your her..." He choked out. Dawn looked at him baffled.

"Her who?"

"The girl from my dreams." He muttered, almost incoherently. Ron lay sprawled on the cold ground of the cemetary, to scared to move. His eyes didn't retreat from the vampire who seemed to be in pain. His eyes were wide and his face colourless.

The girl laughed a little. "I'll take that as a compliment.. I think?"

Hermoine rolled her eyes and stepped forward, holding out a hand. "Ignore him. I'm Hermoine Granger, and these two idiots are Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. This may sound a bit odd to you, but Harry had a dream about you. He said it was important."

"Bloody hell!!" Shouted the blonde vampire, still holding his head, then looked up as the pain began to fade. Hermione eyed him warily.

"Will he.. umm.. bite us?"

The brunette girl laughed even harder, as if she was going to fall over any second. "H-him?! Spike?!" More giggles before she finally composed herself enough to speak. "He's like a.. a neutered kitten. A toy without batteries...a chipped vampire! He can't hurt anyone or anything...By the way, I'm Dawn Summers. That's uh.. Spike."

"I'm bad! Really bad, ducks! I'm the baddest as they come so you three better watch your little arses or else I might have to break a few bones, do some permanent damage!"

"You??? ..BAD?!" Dawn started to laugh again which caused Spike to growl.

Ron slowly pushed himself to his feet, still taking a few steps back so that he was behind Hermoine. Harry moved forward and held out his hand to Dawn, who shook it.

"So.. I hear you dream about me?" She smirked.

Chapter 8 - The spell to open up the veil and retrieve what hides behind it. Harry tells Dawn about his dream....