When Anya arrive at the house of the Harris', she took a deep breath. She knew she would have to be gentle… but the hell with that! She stomped into the house, not knocking. Xander's mom was on the couch, reading a magazine and watching Martha Stewart. She looked up, most likely expecting to see Mr. Harris, and gasped. She rushed to her feet.

"Oh, Anya, dear! How are you doing? You look sick, honey, here, sit down. I'm so sorry for what Xander did to you and what he put you through." Mrs. Harris fussed. Anya like the feeing that someone actually cared about her feelings for once. She had the urge to smile or even hug Xander's mom, but she stopped herself.

"It doesn't matter. Xander's dead. He was shot by an angry man named Warren who was really after Buffy." Anya stated harshly.

"Oh." Mrs. Harris said simply, and it took her a while to process Anya's words, but when she did, she started crying.

"No time for that." Anya scolded. "I'm going to bring Xander back to life and I need your help."

"What? What are you talking about?" Xander's mom said shakily.

"Magic is real and I'm recently a witch. You can resurrect people when you're a witch." Anya stated and hoped that Mrs. Harris would understand this hocus pocus.

"But… how? I'll help you, anything to get Xander back, but I don't really understand…" Mrs. Harris said, sounding confused.

"You don't have too. All that I need is a living blood relative of Xander's." Anya said, getting somewhat impatient.

"Um," Mrs. Harris said, contolling herself, "That's going to be a problem."

"Why? You're his mom!" Anya cried.

"Anya- my husband and I- we can't have children. We adopted Xander."

"WHAT?" Anya yelled, "YOU ADOPTED XANDER? Do you even know where his real parents are?"

"I'm afraid they both died in a car accident when he was only three months old. He didn't have any relatives, so he was put up for adoption. And we adopted him."

"That's great!" Anya shouted, "Now what am I supposed to do?"

"You mean," Xander's mom questioned, "You can't "resurrect" Xander?"

"No, you ditzy woman! Not without a living blood relative. Well, good deal with the coping thing." And that sudden, Anya was gone.

Back at the house, Dawn still had herself cooped up in her room, while Buffy starting going through her weapon chest. She suddenly stopped when she had the memory of Xander and Anya presenting it proudly to her on her birthday. She shut that thought out of her head long enough to grab an axe, three knives, three stakes (for potential vampires) and a sword.

"Whoa, Buffy, what's the need for all that?" Willow questioned cautiously. Buffy remained silent and tossed her and Tara a knife, which they were amazingly able to catch.

"Um, Buffy, what about Dawn? I mean, she can't just stay here alone. You know what's happened when she's done that before…" Tara said. At this, Buffy sighed and dropped her weapons.

"Looks like I have to have a little talk with her." Buffy whispered, almost as if she was regretting it, which, of coarse, she had every right to. But Buffy ignored her feelings and slowly made her way up the foreboding stairs, with Willow and Tara watching her inquisitively.

"Dawnie? Dawnie- please open the door. I have to talk to you." Buffy begged, and, to her surprise, she heard a click, and the door opened about an inch wide. She then just shoved the door open and waltzed into Dawn's room. Her little sister was on the bed, hugging a pillow to her chest and staring at the wall. Buffy sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.

"Dawn- I know you're upset about Xander. But that's how it happened. Someone was bound to be shot by Warren, and it could have been anybody." Buffy's words seemed to have no effect on Dawn. "Okay, look, Dawn, I'm just going to get to the point. We have something very serious going on right now. Not just Xander's death, but- Anya."

"Anya?" Dawn questioned panicky, "She's not dead, too, is she?"

"Oh, no, no. Of coarse not, but… Anya didn't handle Xander's death the same way we did." Buffy tried explaining, but Dawn just looked even more confused.

"Buffy- just tell me. I'm not five."

"Okay. Anya went a little crazy. It kind of complicated, but, she has more power now. She killed Warren. With magic."

"Cool! Did he suffer?" Dawn suddenly was excited.

"No, Dawn. Not cool. Warren was human, and it doesn't matter what he did. He didn't deserve to die like that." Buffy resolved.

"So he was tortured." Dawn murmured, rolling her eyes at Buffy's comment.

"Dawn- we have to stop Anya. Me and Willow and Tara. But it's too dangerous for you. Can you stay at Janice's again?"

"What? Buffy- she's Anya. I want to help."

"No, Dawn. Too dangerous. You're going to stay with Janice until we're sure everything is safe, okay?"

"Fine." Dawn rasped. Somehow, though, she knew it wasn't going to be safe for a long time.