a/n-please read he first book in the series, Lost in translation, before reading this

disclaimer- belongs to Joss whedan and J.K. Rowling not me

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Spoilers-um book 2 and not sure for Buffy it takes place after season 2 but I reference the other seasons

Chapter 1

What was the point in summer if all it entailed was working? It's been a few years since I was 12, well the first time and it was really only 5or6, but I remembered it being filled with fun. All work and no play makes Buffy a dull girl. Of course Whistler couldn't fathom this and didn't listen to me.

Angel and I didn't see him very often anyway. At the beginning of summer he transported us to Cleveland and left us in the care of Peter and Emily Vincent who worked for the powers. From what I gathered they were completely human and for some reason still did the PTB's chores. They were nice enough I guess. They don't know much about us except for that we were demon hunters and needed to stay in Cleveland for the summer.

I suspect that they realize we aren't normal 12 year olds, away from school we were not keeping up with the charade as well as we should. Our magic was kept a secret from them as well which was fine considering that we weren't allowed to do any outside of school even though the ministry wouldn't be able to find out probably. Strength and skill was hard to keep a secret considering that we killed demons for a living and most preteens couldn't which made us abnormal. They didn't ask questions though, it wasn't there job to know just do.

At first Angel and I found it awkward to live under there rule. Not that there really rules, but they did do our laundry and cook for us and in return we did a few chores and were gracious guests. Angel found it strange because he hadn't had anyone look after him at all since the 1700's, excluding school but that was a bit different and I guess he had servants as Angelus but that wasn't the same either. I found it strange to have an actual caregiver look after me who wasn't Mom. Neither of them obviously kept up with her.

But after a week or two we loosened up and the Vincents grew on us. For one thing it as just nice to be back in the good old USA. And they were really nice. Besides from the slaying they treated us like normal kids. At dinner they asked us normal questions and I felt well like a normal human. Emily, we were supposed to call them by their first names, took me shopping and Peter taught Angel all about muggle life in the 21st century.

Times where we were just having fun were few and far between but when we did I was in heaven. Angel was finally learning what it meant to be human. We went to a few movies and an amusement park and the mall and bowling. He loved it.

The slaying part sucked and saying that that was the majority of the time summer overall was sucking. Whistler said we were needed on a Hellmouth and the one in Sunnydale, which also existed in the dimension, was out of the question due to how uncomfortable it would make us. So instead we were sent to Cleveland. Personally I would have preferred one in Greece or something but why would the powers listen to me? Whistler told us it had to be Cleveland though because it was the only Hellmouth where there weren't any of those strange other weak spots around where the demons or people we knew in SD (Sunnydale dimension compared to HD, Hogwarts dimension) would be able to easily find us or be alerted to our position.

It was the beginning of August now and the monotonous routine of slaying was making me go insane. The past year at school with such little slaying made me forget how much I hated it! And I swear my nails were not handling it well at all. I had so many chipped nails it wasn't funny! Then finding vampires was actually harder since we weren't of a socially acceptable age to go to any clubs. Even a fake ID wasn't getting us anywhere so we had to do it the old fashioned way. Cleveland was more of a city than Sunnydale, though nowhere near LA, so that did help a little bit.

We didn't really talk to our friends. Getting letters to England was a wee bit difficult. Owls would get too tired and Whistler said it was annoying enough to get us the Daily Prophet and wasn't going to worry about us socializing too. Hopefully they wouldn't be too mad. Knowing how Harry felt at the beginning of the second movie because of Dobby made me regret not communicating, but we had no choice.

That was a large source of our discussions, what was next year going to entail. First year was similar to the fictional first year but not at the same time. Both of us were praying that the chamber wasn't actually real, but knowing our luck it was going to be. Obviously trouble and evil were going to find us; we just weren't sure what it was going to be. I was fine with anything as long as we kept our lives. I've come to the realization that our lives were always going to be living hell so we may as well keep our lives.

Angel sighs and I turn to him with a questioning gaze. He lifts his head out from his magazine, Car and Driver because as it turns out he is a huge car fanatic, and shrugs. I walk over from the mirror where I was fixing my hair and walk over to my bed where he is sitting.

"Something's up, spill."

"It's silly and trivial…"

"Not if it's bothering you."

"It's just that I found the perfect car and I realized I was too young to drive it."

He's right it was silly and against my better judgment I laugh a little. "Angel you've been like this for almost a year now and it's just getting to you?"

"No, you know how weird it is to go out and not have a glass of wine or a shot of whiskey or even a beer!" he exclaims. "And look at this car, it's gorgeous."
I look at his magazine, "It's a car."

"This is a 1967 Pylmouth GTX, which is not an ordinary car."

The urge to roll my eyes is overwhelming and I give in, "Come on we're going patrolling get ready."

Still with a sour puss on his face he walks across the hall to his room. I grab my weapons and a jacket before I walk out to the hall and wait for him. Of course he takes forever. In my opinion after having a reflection for a year you'd be used to it, but nope Angel still takes a long time just to stare at his face.

When he joins me he too has his weapons bag and put on his duster. We were both pleasantly surprised when we were shopping and found a duster similar to his old one that would fit him. He grabs my hand and we walk down the stairs together and after letting Emily and Peter know that we were heading out we walk out.

I don't like Cleveland. It's just too; well I can't really explain it. When it comes to cities I'm really picky. And well it doesn't compare at all to LA in the slightest. Plus it's just too smoggy after living in the middle of nowhere for so long. Being in hell also messed up my senses and the Hellmouth energy was so similar that it put me on edge.

There were plenty of demons to take my ease the tension at least. In one night Angel and I managed to bag five vampires and two demons. Not great but not bad either. At least we didn't manage to just find fledglings and two of the vampires had obviously been in charge. They put up a good fight but obviously we killed them.

If there was one thing about being little that helped slaying it was the cuteness factor. Whereas a lot of vampires enjoyed the taste of desire with their meals and a lot also had serious sex addictions there was a large amount of demons and vampires alike that craved prepubescent innocent blood. According to Angel virgin blood was sweet and the younger ones were the sweetest; so two small children walking alone brought out a good number for us.

The demons we caught up with were attacking a group of people at a potato chip factory. This breed had a strange fetish for peanut oil and bathed in it. And every night when there were tours there were more people too. Obviously they found it to be great because they took their ritual baths and got a meal, a two for the price of one type of thing.

In the end I turned the temperature up so high on the oil that it managed to boil them alive. Thankfully the tour was going on so a worker managed to drain the oil before it was used. We save lives, not kill them via demon soup.

To my dismay when I collapse onto the bed after covering my burns from splashing oil. Slayer healing works better in my sleep so they shouldn't scar if I get enough sleep. Only I can't and I groan in agony as I roll over onto a third degree burn. Suddenly as if a light bulb lights up I run over to my Herbology textbook in my closet. Back at school I would always use magic when I was seriously hurt. That was why I worked so hard at charms and potions! However none of my healing spells would work without actually using magic and I had no healing potions with me.

Herbology wasn't my best subject in the world but at least it came with a legit glossary in the back.

Finding the right herb was easy but I wasn't sure if it was in the house. Getting out of bed proved too difficult, ugh I hate it when I have to rely on other people. "Angel are you asleep, I could use some help getting downstairs."

"Coming," he groans tiredly. A second later I hear a gasp and Angel rushes to my side. "This looks worse than when we got in."

"Feels worse too and the worst part is the pain is going to increase by a tenfold in the morning." I don't know why he's still communicating with me telepathically, but whatever I'll go along with it.

"What can I do to help?"

"Can you go see if we have aloe, yarrow, comfrey, figs, and witch hazel?"

"Of course grá mo chroí," he kisses the top of my head and goes to get them, leaving me. It takes him longer than I can understand and he comes back with his hands between his back. "So there wasn't any of that."

"But you come bearing gifts?"
He nods and hands me a bottle of ibuprofen and aloe gel. "I know aloe doesn't do much with burns that bad but it might help."

"Thanks," I smile and when I wince he comes over and helps me put the aloe on. As predicted it doesn't do much. At least the ibuprofen does though. The pain isn't gone, but at least it's dulled enough that I'm able to drift into a fitful sleep.

My alarm goes off in the morning and I move to turn it off, only I can't move. Damn it, my burns must have gotten even worse than I imagined them getting. I poke Angel, the most I can move, and when he sees me he shakes his head at me and glares at me a bit. Last night he suggested we go to the ER, but I wouldn't go. For one my burns would take months to heal they were so bad and would have given me skin grafts along with other surgeries. I figured if it got bad magic would heal it and slayer healing should kick in too.

Apparently it would have been a good idea, but I wasn't about to go into a hospital if I could help it.

Still mostly asleep Angel just hands me more pain meds and falls back asleep. For someone so alive he still slept like the dead. With him asleep I also had no one to help me. I'm tempted to scream in frustration but keep it in so I don't wake anyone, meaning Angel, Emily and Peter go to work early in the morning and weren't home. The more I lie there the more my body gains a bunch of movement back.

With every ounce of will and energy I can muster I get out of bed and walk slowly over to the bathroom. Every step makes me cringe in horror since I can't feel my body. Maybe this wasn't the best idea in the world after all. It takes a while but I do get in there. Of course once in front of the sink it's impossible to even brush my teeth.

Looking at my face in the mirror is mortifying. I had no clue my face could look so bad and that's saying something considering how much abuse my body has been through. My hand painfully clenches into a fist and I'm about to punch the mirror when a small vile of pink liquid and a letter attached to it catches my eyes.

Slowly my arm reaches out and grabs the letter. It's from Whistler telling me to take the elixir. There's a second part to it that just says the answer is yes, but I barely pay any attention to that. All I can focus on is the pink liquid that can fix me. Adrenaline courses through my veins and I manage to grab it and drink it quickly. Not even a minute later my body starts to tingle before I become numb for a moment, err even number in some areas since my nerves are now damaged.

Feeling returns to my body starting with my head toes and ending in my head. I move my fingers first and eventually take a few steps into the room and then do a tuck. Happy with how the potion worked I walk over to Angel and wake him up to inform him of the exciting news.

The two of us spend the day researching a possible demon attack on a young kid's camp. It's so boring and after we figure out it was just a normal human we look into a rogue Wiccan who found a way to suck the life out of old people. Still with a bit of time left I finish my History of Magic report. Herbology sucks, history of magic is even worse. But when I finish it I do feel a sense of accomplishment so I guess it was a good thing. After that we walk downstairs and watch a bit of TV.

A little after 5, Peter walks into the house and we wave at him. "Angel, Buffy," he frowns after walking from the garage door to the front porch. "Um I think there's an owl here to see you."

Realization courses through me and I run over to the door and grab the letter off of the owl and bring t over to Angel. "It's from Ron," I smile.

"Let me see," he demands and lays it in between us.

Angel and Buffy,

Hey so I haven't heard from you all summer but I suppose that's because you're too busy kicking demon arse. Mum and Dad are letting me have you guys over for the remainder of the holiday. And if your uncle won't let you two go then the twins and I have a way to get you here. Although it may not be an option if you aren't in the country… So hope to see you two soon.

Ron

P.S. The twins are currently pranking Percy and also say hi

P.S.S. Have either of you had contact with Harry, he hasn't answered any of my letters.

After reading the letter I smile in excitement, it would be great to actual see my friends and hopefully Harry will be able to come too. And suddenly Whistler's cryptic letter this morning makes sense. More than likely we'll leave later in the week and I have a feeling that I'll have time for one more shopping spree.

Kind of boring I know but I wanted to show what the