Chapter 57: A New Wand

Buffy, Harry, Dawn and Willow remained within the confines of the Burrow's garden for the remainder of July. They spent most of their days playing three-a-side Quidditch in the Weasleys' orchard (Harry, Dawn and Ginny against Ron, Buffy and Willow) and the evenings Ginny, Dawn and Buffy ate triple helpings of everything Mrs. Weasley put in front of them. If there had been any doubt that Ginny was a Slayer it was laid to rest when everyone watched as Ginny ate as much as Buffy and Dawn.

"You three eat like a horse," Mrs. Weasley had said the first night as she watched her daughter and the Potter sisters eat.

"Slayer metabolism, Molly," Buffy said. "Our bodies expend more energy and so we have to eat more to maintain that level. It's also kind of why we always look like we aren't gaining any weight. And that will be the case with Ginny as well from here on out."

July 31, 2003

To Buffy's displeasure, Dawn and Harry's sixteenth birthday celebrations were marred by grisly tidings brought to the party by Remus Lupin.

"There have been another couple of dementor attacks," he announced, as Mrs. Weasley passed him a large slice of birthday cake. "And they've found Igor Karkaroff's body in a shack up north. The Dark Mark had been set over it—well, frankly, I'm surprised he stayed alive for even a year after deserting the Death Eaters; Sirius's brother, Regulus, only managed a few days as far as I can remember."

"Yes, well," said Mrs. Weasley, frowning, "perhaps we should talk about something diff—"

"Did you hear about Florean Fortescue, Remus?" asked Bill, who was being plied with wine by Fleur. "The man who ran—"

"—the ice-cream place in Diagon Alley?" Harry interrupted. "He used to give me free ice creams. What's happened to him?"

"Dragged off, by the look of his place."

"Why?" asked Ron, while Mrs. Weasley pointedly glared at Bill.

"Who knows? He must've upset them somehow. He was a good man, Florean."

"Talking of Diagon Alley," said Mr. Weasley, "looks like Ollivander's gone too."

"You're kidding," Buffy said. "I need a new wand." Everyone who hadn't known Spike snapped her old one looked at her quizzically. "Vampire, grabbed my stake out of my hand and when I went for my wand grabbed it and snapped it in two. Did anyone take over for him till he's found?"

"Shop's empty. No sign of a struggle. No one knows whether he left voluntarily or was kidnapped."

"What'll I do then?" Buffy asked.

"You'll have to make do with another maker," said Lupin. "But Ollivander was the best, and if the other side have got him it's not so good for us."

"Any recommendations?" Buffy asked.

"Mykew Gregorovitch," Lupin replied. "He's the only one left in London. Though word has it he's gone into retirement. You might try one in America. I hear Violetta Beauvais in New Orleans is quite good." (A/N)

August 1, 2003

After getting the exact location of Violetta Beauvais's shop. Dawn portaled herself and Buffy to New Orleans.

"Good evening, Slayers," Violetta said as Buffy and Dawn entered her shop. "What can I do for you this afternoon?"

"I need a new wand," Buffy answered. "Sadly, a vampire snapped my old wand in half."

"I heard your group had moved to England after what happened in Sunnydale," Violetta said. "If I may ask why did you not see Garrick?"

"Ollivander?" Buffy said as Violetta nodded. "Never knew his first name. Anyways I intended to stop in when we went to Diagon Alley to get school supplies for Harry and Dawn. But we found out yesterday he's missing, possibly kidnapped by Voldemort."

"If that is the case that is sad news indeed," Violetta said. "So, let's see about getting you a new wand then."

"Before we start, can you use anything for a core?" Buffy asked.

"As long as it is magical, yes."

Buffy reached over and yanked a hair out of Dawn's head.

"Ow! Buffy!" Dawn shouted rubbing her head.

"Sorry, Dawn," Buffy said as she handed the hair to Violetta. "Will that do?"

Violetta looked at the hair, she could instantly tell that it was suffused with powerful ancient magic. "It will indeed. I can have it ready for you within the hour. Now just so you know I make wands from swamp mayhaw wood."

"That will be fine," Buffy said.

An hour later Buffy and Dawn returned and Violetta handed her the wand. Buffy instantly felt tingling her fingers as she waved the new wand and green sparks flew from it.

"Good, very good," Violetta said as she clapped.

When Dawn and Buffy returned to the Burrow, they found that everyone had received their book lists.

"Buffy!" Harry shouted as his sisters came through the back door. He waved his letter at her excitedly.

Buffy took the letter and read it. When she looked at her brother she smiled. "Congratulations, Harry," she said as she looked back at the letter that said Harry had been made Quidditch Captain.

August 3, 2003

Saturday dawned and at breakfast. Bill, who would be staying at home with Fleur, passed three full money bags across the table to Buffy, Dawn and Harry.

"Where's mine?" demanded Ron at once, his eyes wide.

"That's already there's, idiot," said Bill. "Buffy, Harry, Dawn, I got them out of your vaults for you, because it's taking about five hours for the public to get to their gold at the moment, the goblins have tightened security so much. Two days ago, Arkie Philpott had a Probity Probe stuck up his… Well, trust me, this way's easier."

"Thanks, Bill," said Buffy as she, Harry and Dawn pocketed their gold.

"'E is always so thoughtful," purred Fleur adoringly, stroking Bill's nose.

Ginny mimed vomiting into her cereal behind Fleur. Dawn choked over her cornflakes, and Willow thumped her on the back.

It was an overcast, murky day as Dawn opened a portal straight to Diagon Alley and the entire group stepped through into the Leaky Cauldron to find Hagrid waiting inside.

"Buffy! Dawn! Harry! Willow!" Hagrid boomed, sweeping each of the Potters, one at a time, into a bone-crushing hug.

"I take it you are the one the Ministry sent for our security detail?" Buffy asked having been informed by Mr. Weasley that they would have one.

"The Ministry wanted ter send a bunch o' Aurors, but Dumbledore said you, Dawn and I'd do, Buffy," said Hagrid proudly. "Let's get goin' then—after yeh, Molly, Arthur—"

Willow, Buffy, Dawn, Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and the Weasleys walked out into the chilly little courtyard at the back where the dustbins stood. Hagrid raised his pink umbrella and rapped a certain brick in the wall, which opened at once to form an archway onto a winding cobbled street. They stepped through the entrance, looking around. Diagon Alley had changed in response to Voldemort revealing himself at the Ministry.

A seedy-looking little wizard was rattling armfuls of silver symbols on chains at passersby. "One for your little girl, madam?" he called at Mrs. Weasley as they passed, leering at Ginny. "Protect her pretty neck?"

"That's my job," Dawn growled as she walked up to the man and with the tiniest hint of Slayer strength, she hit the man doubling him over.

Mr. Weasley smiled at Dawn as she rejoined the group. "Well done, Dawn. I knew when Ginny asked us about getting you that promise ring that it was the right thing to do."

"Thanks, Mr. Weasley," Dawn replied as she took Ginny's hand in her own.

Mrs. Weasley, nervously consulted a list. "I think we'd better do Madam Malkin's first, Hermione wants new dress robes, and Ron's showing much too much ankle in his school robes, and Buffy what do you think does Dawn and Harry need new robes. They have grown."

"Might not be a bad idea," Buffy admitted.

"Molly, it doesn't make sense for all of us to go to Madam Malkin's," said Mr. Weasley. "Why don't Buffy and Willow take those four with Hagrid, and we can go to Flourish and Blotts and get everyone's schoolbooks?"

"I don't know," said Mrs. Weasley anxiously.

"It'll be fine, Molly," Buffy said soothingly. "Two Slayers and Hagrid. My family is well protected. Though I might recommend Ginny come with us also. You know my sister and your daughter…"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Ginny and Dawn and nodded. She did know how much the two of them cared for each other.

"And I'll go with you, Molly," Willow offered.

"All right," Mrs. Weasley looked at Willow and then nodded. She, Willow and Mr. Weasley scurried off toward Flourish and Blotts while Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dawn, Buffy and Hagrid set off for Madam Malkin's.

"Migh' be a bit of a squeeze in there with all of us," said Hagrid, stopping outside Madam Malkin's and bending down to peer through the window. "Buffy, why don't you and I stand guard outside?"

"Okay," Buffy agreed. "That will guard the door and still leave two Slayers inside as well."

Dawn, Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the little shop together. It appeared, at first glance, to be empty, but no sooner had the door swung shut behind them than they heard a familiar voice issuing from behind a rack of dress robes in spangled green and blue.

"…not a child, in case you haven't noticed, Mother. I am perfectly capable of doing my shopping alone."

Madam Malkin said, "Now, dear, your mother's quite right, none of us is supposed to go wandering around on our own anymore, it's nothing to do with being a child—"

"Watch where you're sticking that pin, will you!" Malfoy appeared from behind the rack, wearing a handsome set of dark green robes that glittered with pins around the hem and the edges of the sleeves. He strode to the mirror and examined himself; it was a few moments before he noticed Dawn, Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione reflected over his shoulder. H

"If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother, a Mudblood just walked in," said Malfoy.

"I don't think there's any need for language like that!" said Madam Malkin, scurrying out from behind the clothes rack holding a tape measure and a wand. "And I don't want wands drawn in my shop either!" she added hastily.

"How about a Slayer's scythe?" Dawn asked. "I can have Buffy bring me hers. Then I would be happy to slay this vampire you have in the store!"

"Dawn," Hermione whispered, "don't, honestly, it's not worth it…"

"So, Potter," Malfoy said glaring at Dawn. "Who blacked your eye? I want to send them flowers."

"That's quite enough!" said Madam Malkin sharply, looking over her shoulder for support. "Madam—please—"

Narcissa Malfoy strolled out from behind the clothes rack. She turned and looked straight at Dawn. "You may be a Slayer. But if you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do."

"Really?" said Dawn, taking a step forward and gazing into the smoothly arrogant face that. "Going to threaten a Slayer, are you? Hey, Buffy!"

Buffy walked into the store holding her scythe. "Catch, Dawn," she said having heard every word that had been said thanks to her Slayer hearing. She tossed the scythe to her sister who caught it without looking back. She knew Dawn would not actually attack either of the Malfoys but the threat had to be made to look legit to get them to back off.

Madam Malkin squealed and clutched at her heart. "No, no, please!"

Dawn held the scythe the stake end pointed straight at Narcissa.

"Dawn, no!" moaned Hermione.

Malfoy pulled the robes over his head and threw them onto the floor at Madam Malkin's feet. "Mother—I don't think I want these anymore—"

"You're right, Draco," said Narcissa, with a contemptuous glance at Dawn, "now I know the kind of scum that shops here… We'll do better at Twilfitt and Tatting's."

And with that, the pair of them strode out of the shop, Malfoy taking care to bang as hard as he could into Ron on the way out.

Dawn turned and tossed the scythe back to Buffy who slid it into the holster on her back. "Thanks, Buffy. Had to get the point across not to mess with our family."

"I figured," Buffy said as she turned and looked at Madam Malkin. "When you fill their orders tack on a little extra for yourself in payment for the trouble we caused.

"That's …" said Madam Malkin, snatching up the fallen robes and moving the tip of her wand over them like a vacuum cleaner, so that it removed all the dust. "That's most generous, Ms. Potter."

She was distracted all through the fitting of Ron's and Harry's new robes, tried to sell Ginny, Dawn and Hermione wizard's dress robes instead of witch's, and when she finally bowed them out of the shop it was with an air of being glad to see the back of them.

"Got ev'rything?" asked Hagrid brightly when they reappeared at his side.

"Just about," said Harry.

Just then Willow, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appeared, all clutching heavy packages of books.

"Everyone all right?" said Mrs. Weasley. "Got your robes? Right then, we can pop in at the Apothecary and Eeylops on the way to Fred and George's—stick close, now…"

Neither Dawn, Harry nor Ron bought any ingredients at the Apothecary, seeing that they were no longer studying Potions. At Eeylops Owl Emporium; Buffy and Ron bought large boxes of owl nuts for Joyce, Hedwig and Pigwidgeon. Then, with Mrs. Weasley checking her watch every minute or so, they headed farther along the street in search of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the joke shop run by Fred and George.

"We really haven't got too long," Mrs. Weasley said. "So, we'll just have a quick look around and then once we return to the Leaky Cauldron Dawn can portal us back home. We must be close, that's number ninety-two… ninety-four…"

"Whoa," said Ron, stopping in his tracks.

Set against the dull, poster-muffled shop fronts around them, Fred and George's windows hit the eye like a firework display. The left-hand window was dazzlingly full of an assortment of goods that revolved, popped, flashed, bounced, and shrieked. The right-hand window was covered with a gigantic poster, purple like those of the Ministry, but emblazoned with flashing yellow letters:

WHY ARE YOU WORRYING ABOUT

YOU-KNOW-WHO?

YOU SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT

U-NO-POO—

THE CONSTIPATION SENSATION

THAT'S GRIPPING THE NATION!

Buffy started to laugh. She heard a weak sort of moan beside her and looked around to see Mrs. Weasley gazing, dumbfounded, at the poster.

Mrs. Weasley's lips moved silently, mouthing the name "U-No-Poo." "They'll be murdered in their beds!" she whispered.

"No, they won't!" said Ron, who was laughing also. "This is brilliant!"

Buffy led the way into the shop. It was packed with customers.

Hermione had managed to squeeze through to a large display near the counter and was reading the information on the back of a box bearing a highly colored picture of a handsome youth and a swooning girl who were standing on the deck of a pirate ship.

"'One simple incantation and you will enter a top-quality, highly realistic, thirty-minute daydream, easy to fit into the average school lesson and virtually undetectable (side effects include vacant expression and minor drooling). Not for sale to under-sixteens.' You know," said Hermione, "that really is extraordinary magic!"

"For that, Hermione," said a voice behind her, "you can have one for free."

A beaming Fred stood before them, wearing a set of magenta robes that clashed magnificently with his flaming hair.

"How are you, Buffy?" Fred said as he shook Buffy's hand. "And what's happened to your eye, Dawn?"

"Your punching telescope," Dawn said ruefully. "You know that a Slayer is not supposed to have black eyes. It should have healed several days ago. But your telescope of course was bewitched."

"Oh blimey, I forgot about those," said Fred. "Here—"

He pulled a tub out of his pocket and handed it to Dawn; she unscrewed it gingerly to reveal a thick yellow paste.

"Just dab it on, that bruise'll be gone within the hour," said Fred. "We had to find a decent bruise remover. "We're testing most of our products on ourselves."

"It better be!" Dawn said as she began dabbing the yellow paste on the bruise. "Or I will portal your entire store into a volcano."

"Come on, Buffy, I'll give you a tour," Fred said as he led Buffy away. "Between you and me. Dawn being a Slayer is kind of scary."

"Then be glad she is dating your sister," Buffy said as Fred nodded in agreement. "She would never make good on her threat for fear of hurting Ginny. Of course, you have to be wary of Ginny now also."

"Why?" asked Fred.

"Ginny's a Slayer now too," she said.

Fred gulped as he looked back toward his sister. He led Buffy toward the back of the shop, where Buffy saw a stand of card and rope tricks. "Muggle magic tricks!" he said, pointing them out. "For freaks like Dad, you know, who love Muggle stuff. It's not a big earner, but we do fairly steady business, they're great novelties… Oh, here's George…"

Fred's twin shook Buffy's hand energetically.

"Giving her the tour? Come through the back, Buffy, that's where we're making the real money—pocket anything, you, and you'll pay in more than Galleons!" he added warningly to a small boy who hastily whipped his hand out of the tub labeled EDIBLE DARK MARKS—THEY'LL MAKE ANYONE SICK!

George pushed back a curtain beside the Muggle tricks and Buffy saw a darker, less crowded room. The packaging on the products lining these shelves was more subdued.

"We've just developed this more serious line," said Fred. "Funny how it happened…"

"You wouldn't believe how many people, even people who work at the Ministry, can't do a decent Shield Charm," said George. "'Course, they didn't have you, Dawn and Willow teaching them, Buffy."

"That's right… Well, we thought Shield Hats were a bit of a laugh, you know, challenge your mate to jinx you while wearing it and watch his face when the jinx just bounces off. But the Ministry bought five hundred for all its support staff! And we're still getting massive orders!"

"So, we've expanded into a range of Shield Cloaks, Shield Gloves…"

"…I mean, they wouldn't help much against the Unforgivable Curses, but for minor to moderate hexes or jinxes…"

"And then we thought we'd get into the whole area of Defense Against the Dark Arts, because it's such a money spinner," continued George enthusiastically. "This is cool. Look, Instant Darkness Powder, we're importing it from Peru. Handy if you want to make a quick escape."

"And our Decoy Detonators are just walking off the shelves, look," said Fred, pointing at a number of weird-looking black horn-type objects that were indeed attempting to scurry out of sight. "You just drop one surreptitiously and it'll run off and make a nice loud noise out of sight, giving you a diversion if you need one."

"Here," said George, catching a couple and throwing them to Buffy. "Might be useful to you against a vampire?"

"Possibly," agreed Buffy as a young witch poked her head around the curtain.

"There's a customer out here looking for a joke cauldron, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley," she said.

"Right you are, Verity, I'm coming," said George promptly. "Buffy, you help yourself to anything you want, all right? No charge."

"You don't mind if I pass that no charge thing on to Dawn and Harry," Buffy suggested.

"Only because it's you asking," Fred said. "Because you don't pay here."

"You gave us our start-up loan, we haven't forgotten," said George as he swept off through the curtain to help with the customers.

Fred led Buffy back into the main part of the shop to where Hemione, Dawn, Harry and Ginny waited.

"Harry, Dawn," Buffy said as she waved her siblings over. She whispered in their ears. "Since I'm basically a silent partner. Fred and George said I didn't have to pay for anything. I asked to extend that offer to you two and they agreed. Just make sure I don't find you two using whatever you get at Hogwarts."

"Promise," Harry and Dawn said as they hurried off.

"Haven't you girls found our special WonderWitch products yet?" asked Fred looking at Willow, Hermione and Ginny. "Follow me, ladies…"

Near the window was an array of violently pink products around which a cluster of excited girls was giggling enthusiastically. Willow, Buffy, Hermione and Ginny hung back.

"There you go," said Fred proudly. "Best range of love potions you'll find anywhere."

"Fred you do remember I'm dating Dawn, right?" Ginny asked.

"And that Willow and I are married," Buffy added.

"And that I'm dating Harry," Hermione said.

Ginny leaned forward to take a small pink pot off the shelf. "What's this?"

"Guaranteed ten-second pimple vanisher," said Fred.

"What are those?" Ginny said pointing at a number of round balls of fluff in shades of pink and purple, all rolling around the bottom of a cage and emitting high-pitched squeaks.

"Pygmy Puffs," said George as he came up to them. "Miniature puffskeins, we can't breed them fast enough."

Ginny poked her finger through the bars watched the Pygmy Puffs crowd around it. "They're really cute!"

"They're fairly cuddly, yes," conceded Fred.

Ron suddenly appeared at George's elbow, laden with merchandise.

"That's three Galleons, nine Sickles, and a Knut," said Fred, examining the many boxes in Ron's arms. "Cough up."

"I'm your brother!"

"And that's our stuff you're nicking. Three Galleons, nine Sickles. I'll knock off the Knut."

"But I haven't got three Galleons, nine Sickles!"

Buffy looked at Ron. On one hand Fred and George had told her anything she wanted was hers, no charge. She could make the excuse that she had picked Ron's items out and given them to him herself. On the other hand, this was a business that she had invested money in."

"You'd better put it back then, and mind you put it on the right shelves," Fred said.

Ron dropped several boxes, swore, and made a rude hand gesture at Fred that was unfortunately spotted by Mrs. Weasley, who had chosen that moment to appear.

"If I see you do that again I'll jinx your fingers together," she said sharply.

"Mum, can I have a Pygmy Puff?" said Ginny at once.

"A what?" said Mrs. Weasley warily.

"Look, they're so sweet…"

Mrs. Weasley moved aside to look at the Pygmy Puffs.

"Molly," Buffy said. "Let me. After all your daughter and my sister... It's my gift to the attractive young lady that stole my sister's heart."

Mrs. Weasley looked at Buffy and then nodded.

Fred and George looked at each other and then at Ginny and Buffy. They saw Buffy pull out some money and stuff it into their hands.

"No charge, remember, Buffy," Fred said as Mrs. Weasley looked at him. "Buffy's a silent partner remember, mum?"

"Right," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Since it's something you're picking out," George said as he took the money and handed it back to Buffy, "we can't say anything about who you give it to."

"Then go tell, Ron, it's my gift," Buffy said as George left.

On the other side of the store Willow noticed that Dawn and Harry were staring out the window.

"What?" she said.

"Malfoy just hurried past," Harry said. "He was nervous as he looked over his shoulder like he was making sure no one was following and he wasn't with his mother. Would you tell Buffy if we wanted to go check it out?"

"Yes," Willow said. "Not only is she your sister but lest you forget she is your legal mother. That said," and she smirked, "we each have invisibility cloaks now. It wouldn't be a bad idea to check so we can report to Buffy in case it's something she needs to worry about."

Harry smiled at his sister-in-law and the three of them slid under their invisibility cloaks and out the door. By the time they gained the street, Malfoy had disappeared. They slipped past Hagrid before removing their invisibility cloaks.

"He was going in that direction," said Harry. "C'mon."

They scurried along, peering left and right, through shop windows and doors, until Willow spotted Malfoy.

"That's Knockturn Alley isn't it?" Willow said as Malfoy glanced around, then slid into Knockturn Alley and out of sight.

When they got to the entrance of Knockturn Alley, Willow held up her hand. "You two going down there will look suspicious. I will go in alone. Dawn, if I am not back in ten minutes you will go get Buffy. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Dawn said.

Willow headed down the side street devoted to the Dark Arts. She peered into windows as she passed, but none of the shops seemed to have any customers at all. She drew up when she spotted Malfoy in the store, Borgin and Burkes, which sold a wide variety of sinister objects.

Willow slipped back under her invisibility cloak and went inside. Thankfully they didn't notice the door open or close of its own accord. There in the midst of the cases full of skulls and old bottles stood Malfoy with his back to Willow, just visible beyond a large black cabinet.

"…you know how to fix it?"

"Possibly," said Borgin, in a tone that suggested he was unwilling to commit himself. "I'll need to see it, though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?"

"I can't," said Malfoy. "It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it."

Borgin licked his lips nervously. "Well, without seeing it, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn't guarantee anything."

"No?" said Malfoy. "Perhaps this will make you more confident." He moved toward Borgin and was blocked from view by the cabinet.

Willow shuffled sideways to try and keep him in sight, but all she could see was Borgin, looking very frightened.

"Tell anyone," said Malfoy, "and there will be retribution. You know Fenrir Greyback? He's a family friend. He'll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention."

"There will be no need for—"

"I'll decide that," said Malfoy. "Well, I'd better be off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, I'll need it."

"Perhaps you'd like to take it now?"

"No, of course I wouldn't, you stupid little man, how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don't sell it."

"Of course, not… sir."

Borgin made a deep bow.

"Not a word to anyone, Borgin, and that includes my mother, understand?"

"Naturally, naturally," murmured Borgin, bowing again.

Next moment, the bell over the door tinkled loudly as Malfoy stalked out of the shop looking very pleased with himself.

Willow came out from under the cloak and stuffed it into her bag as she moved toward Borgin. "Hello, horrible morning, isn't it?" she said brightly to Borgin, who did not answer, but cast her a suspicious look. Humming cheerily, Willow strolled through the jumble of objects on display.

"Is this necklace for sale?" she asked, pausing beside a glass-fronted case.

"If you've got one and a half thousand Galleons," said Mr. Borgin coldly.

"I'd have to ask my wife for that much," Willow said. "I know we have more than that in the vault but it's in her name." She turned her attention to a skull. "And… what about this lovely—um—skull?"

"Sixteen Galleons."

"So, it's for sale, then? It isn't being… kept for anyone?"

Mr. Borgin squinted at her.

"I'm here on business for the newly created Slayer's Council," Willow said. "I want to know what Draco Malfoy, was after."

"Out," he said sharply. "Get out!"

"Very well," Willow said. "But be prepared for the next questions to come from Slayers instead of a Watcher." She spun on her heels and left. She rejoined Harry and Dawn and they made their way back to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Once it was safe, they told Buffy what they had seen and what Willow had heard. Buffy was definitely interested to find out what Malfoy was up to.

Author's Note: The wand maker in New Orleans was mentioned in a newspaper ad seen in the first Fantastic Beasts movie.