Author's Note: Okay on the Willow being a long lost daughter of the Weasleys. I have thought about it some and I have come to realize that Technoboots is correct. In a story about Harry, Buffy and Dawn being related it would take away from that. Maybe I will do a long lost daughter story for Willow down the road sometime.

Now that out of the way I am way ahead. This story has inspired my muse in ways that it hasn't been inspired in years. I'm actually up to chapter 37 right now, which takes place around Christmas during Order of the Phoenix. That said I've gone in and wrote things for those chapters and then deleted them. At one point I was like hey I'm going to have Dawn stand up to Umbridge and she's going to have Black Hair and Black Eyes. Then I backtracked because I'm like Willow did that because of the dark magics. Why would Dawn. Then another time I wrote in Dawn using a Wiccan spell against Malfoy during the chapter where Umbridge bans Harry from Quidditch. I backtracked again as I wanted Dawn to replace Harry as Seeker. Then I've tried adding in Dawn either being a Slayer or being a Potential several times and backtracked on all but the last one. In one I had Whistler explaining how Dawn could be a Potential or a Slayer. Another I had Giles performing a spell that detects Slayers. Both of those I rapidly backtracked on. As I said my muse has been inspired so I thought I would share here some of that process.

Enjoy the Chapter.

Chapter 5: Quidditch World Cup

August 22, 2001

The box they found themselves in filled gradually around them over the next half hour. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who were obviously very important wizards. Percy jumped to his feet so often that he looked as though he were trying to sit on a hedgehog. When Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell off and shattered. Highly embarrassed, he repaired them with his wand and thereafter remained in his seat, throwing jealous looks at Harry, whom Cornelius Fudge had greeted like an old friend. They had met before, and Fudge shook Harry's hand in a fatherly fashion, asked how he was, and introduced him to the wizards on either side of him.

Before long Buffy and Dawn stepped up beside Harry. Fudge looked at the sisters, "Who is this, Harry?"

"My sisters," Harry said. "Our mum and dad gave Buffy up for adoption as they were still at Hogwarts. And Dawn is more my sister by Buffy's adoption as she is Buffy's sister."

"Ah, Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy, holding out his hand as he walked over to the Minister of Magic distracting him from Harry, Buffy and Dawn. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do, how do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk - Obalonsk - Mr. - well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"

"Good lord, Arthur," he said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

Fudge, who wasn't listening, said, "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

"How - how nice," said Mr. Weasley, with a very strained smile.

Mr. Malfoy turned to look at Buffy and Dawn, "And who are these young women. I've never seen either of you before."

Buffy looked at Mr. Weasley and could tell the man didn't like Mr. Malfoy. She stepped up, "Buffy Potter, the Slayer."

Malfoy's jaw dropped as he stuttered, "N-Nice t-to m-meet you."

Buffy smiled, "And I think you might already know one of my companions, the Boy that Lived, Harry Potter, my brother. And the other is my sister, Dawn."

Malfoy couldn't seem to find words and quickly found his seat next to his son and wife.

Harry smiled, "I've never seen Mr. Malfoy look so green before. When you told him you were the Slayer he looked like he was just going to…"

Buffy smiled and nodded, "The least I could do with the way he and Mr. Weasley were going at each other there."

"Slimy gits," Ron muttered as he, Harry, and Hermione turned to face the field again. Next moment, Ludo Bagman charged into the box. "Everyone ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a great, excited Edam. "Minister - ready to go?"

"Ready when you are, Ludo," said Fudge comfortably.

Ludo whipped out his wand, directed it at his own throat, and said "Sonorus!" and then spoke over the roar of sound that was now filling the packed stadium; his voice echoed over them, booming into every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen…welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. The huge blackboard opposite them was wiped clear of its last message (Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans - A Risk With Every Mouthful!) and now showed BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce…the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.

"I wonder what they've brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward in his seat. "Aaah!" He suddenly whipped off his glasses and polished them hurriedly on his robes. " Veela!"

"What are veel -?"

But a hundred veela were now gliding out onto the field, and Harry's question was answered for him. Veela were women…

Buffy and Dawn watched the performance but something else caught their eye. Harry had stood up and was near the edge of the box leaning over as if he could get closer by jumping.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Dawn asked.

The music stopped. Harry blinked as he felt Dawn's hand on his arm pulling him back. Next to Harry stood Ron who looked like he had been ready to jump. Hermione was pulling him back from the edge.

When Dawn released Harry, her hand went straight to his face in a slap. "What were you trying to do kill yourself?" she asked. She had already lost her mother. She didn't want to lose someone else. "Buffy and I just found you, I don't want to lose you."

Harry looked down sheepishly, "I don't know what I was doing. It was like I had to do something to show them how much they…"

Buffy looked at her sister and knew their mother's death had affected Dawn as much as it had affected her. Neither of them had truly grieved yet. First there had been Glory and now there was Harry. Not that she blamed Harry, but he was a pleasant distraction from their grief. She leaned over and whispered to Mr. Weasley, "Would it be possible to let Harry stay with you for a couple days. Dawn and I, I think need some time to grieve. It's been one thing after another and we've not grieved yet for our mother who passed away a couple months ago."

Mr. Weasley looked at Buffy for a moment and then nodded. "Of course."

It was then that game started and they watched it for the next couple hours before They proceeded to watch the game. After a couple hours it was over…

The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realized what, had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, who like the Irish, seemed to be taken aback by the sudden end of the match. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH - BUT IRELAND WINS - good lord; I don't think any of us were expecting that!"

"What did he catch the Snitch for?" Ron bellowed, even as he jumped up and down, applauding with his hands over his head. "He ended it when Ireland were a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!"

"He knew they were never going to catch up!" Harry shouted back over all the noise, also applauding loudly. "The Irish Chasers were too good…He wanted to end it on his terms, that's all.…

"He was very brave, wasn't he?" Hermione said, leaning forward to watch Krum land as a swarm of mediwizards blasted a path through the battling leprechauns and veela to get to him. "He looks a terrible mess.…"

"Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers - Bulgaria!" Bagman shouted.

And up the stairs into the box came the seven defeated Bulgarian players. The crowd below was applauding appreciatively. One by one, the Bulgarians filed between the rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out the name of each as they shook hands with their own minister and then with Fudge. When Krum's name was announced, the whole stadium gave him a resounding, earsplitting roar. And then came the Irish team.

At last, when the Irish team had left the box to perform another lap of honor on their brooms, Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, "Quietus."

"They'll be talking about this one for years," he said hoarsely, "a really unexpected twist, that.…shame it couldn't have lasted longer.…Ah yes…yes, I owe you.…how much?"

For Fred and George had just scrambled over the backs of their seats and were standing in front of Ludo Bagman with broad grins on their faces, their hands outstretched.

"Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs.

"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated."

Mr. Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't want to know.

Buffy laughed softly and shook her head as they made their way back to the tents.

Harry walked along beside Buffy and Dawn, "So what did you think?"

"I can see how you like that sport," Buffy said. "Didn't you say you were seeker on your house's team at school?"

"Yes. Dawn?"

Dawn sighed. "I was just thinking that it could be a dangerous sport. If someone was to fall of their broom, they could go splat very quick."

Harry sighed as he noticed Buffy and Dawn looking straight at him. They both remembered Cedric saying he had fallen of his broom during one of that matches at school.

"Harry," Buffy said. "I know we just met. But I've asked Mr. Weasley to look after you for a couple days. Dawn and I need time alone."

"Is it about what Dawn said?" Harry asked. "About losing someone else?"

"Yes," Buffy said.

Harry watched as Buffy and Dawn entered their tent. He wished that he knew how to help them. He turned and followed Mr. Weasley into the other tent. "Mr. Weasley," he said as Mr. Weasley turned to look at him. "Is there anything I can do to help Buffy and Dawn?"

"Be there for them, when their ready," Mr. Weasley said. "Till then let them grieve."

Later that night after everyone had gone to bed Buffy, Dawn, Hermione and Ginny were being shaken awake by the boys and Mr. Weasley "Outside now. Throw on a jacket quickly but get outside." Mr. Weasley said.

Buffy frowned as she got out of bed and grabbed her jacket. Her spidey-senses were going haywire right now. "Vampires?"

Mr. Weasley shook his head and whispered, "You-Know-Who's followers, I believe."

Buffy nodded as she thought. Great humans - can't kill but I could hurt if they come close to Dawn and Harry.

They made their way outside and in the rush of people trying to escape. Dawn, Harry, Hermione and Ron got separated from the rest of them. Buffy turned and moved through the crowd to try and find them. As time passed she was having no luck till she spotted a man. She watched as he cast a spell and the Dark Mark appeared in the sky. He quickly ran off. She made her way over to where she had seen him before spotting Harry and Dawn standing next to Hermione and Ron. "Are you guys ok?"

Dawn nodded, "We're fine."

Suddenly Buffy's spidey-sense started going off again, "Drop, now!" They did as Buffy ordered as everyone dropped to the ground as several wizards cast spells that flew over their heads.

"Stop!" yelled a voice Buffy recognized. "STOP! That's my son!"

The wizard in front of Harry had lowered his wand. They saw Mr. Weasley striding toward them, looking terrified. "Ron – Harry" - his voice sounded shaky - "Hermione – Buffy - Dawn are all of you all right?"

"Out of the way, Arthur," said a cold, curt voice. It was Mr. Crouch. He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on them. His face was taut with rage. "Which of you did it?" he snapped, his sharp eyes darting between them. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?"

"We didn't do that!" said Harry, gesturing up at the skull.

"We didn't do anything!" said Ron, who was rubbing his elbow and looking indignantly at his father.

Dawn shook her head. "What did you want to attack us for?"

"Do not lie!" shouted Mr. Crouch. His wand was still pointing directly at Ron, and his eyes were popping - he looked slightly mad. "You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

Buffy had enough and marched up before Mr. Crouch. "Look do you know who I am?"

Mr. Crouch nodded, "Yes, Ms. Potter. Arthur told me who you were before the World Cup this afternoon."

Buffy nodded, "If they say they didn't do it then they didn't do it. Plus I saw a man myself over in that direction." She pointed off towards the spot that the man had cast the spell. "Now I highly suggest you go and see if you can catch him."

Crouch nodded and they left.

Buffy turned to Mr. Weasley, "Do you think we can get one of those portkeys back to your home tonight?"

Mr. Weasley nodded and led them back to the tents to grab their stuff.