Title: Potential
Author: Shannon
Email: angels_soul_1@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Willow/Remus Lupin
Disclaimer: BtVS and A: tS belong to FOX, UPN, WB, And ME. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
Distribution: My Site: Shades of Grey (http://www.shadesofgrey.us/) NHA, WLS, FF.Net and Twisting the Hellmouth. Anyone else that has my permission for other fics feel free, anyone else wants it just let me know where it’s going.
Spoilers: Anything through Season 7 of BtVS, Season 4 of A: tS, and Order of the Phoenix for Harry Potter.
Summary: What if Willow’s spell in ‘Chosen’ activated a Slayer at Hogwarts.
Author’s Notes: I want to thank everyone who sent such wonderful feedback and encouragement for ‘The Missing Headmaster’. Made it much easier to ignore the idiot flaming me and to decide to continue in a new fandom for me.

Part 6


Dawn followed Ginny to a bedroom that seemed unusually large for this house, considering how many rooms there were. Assuming it was like the car she didn’t question it.

“We only have one dresser I’m afraid,” Hermione pointed out following Dawn into the room and pushing the door closed. “We have to share.”

“No problem,” Dawn looked at the dresser, “I can probably manage with only one drawer, as long as I can use the closet.”

“Well, we did clear two drawers for you, and we made some room in the closet too,” Hermione explained, “I had to get rid of most of my robes anyway. I have to get new ones before the term starts.”

“Did you want help unpacking?” Ginny asked. She was glad they had another girl here. Not that she didn’t love her brothers, but sometimes she really wished she had sisters.

“You don’t have to do that,” Dawn said, “I’m sure there’s lots of things you’d rather be doing.”

“Actually no, if we go back down there Mum’s going to make us clean,” Ginny smiled, “So if the choices are cleaning out more doxies or helping you…”

“Okay then,” Dawn picked up a large duffel bag, “This stuff has to go in drawers. Oh, and my make up is in there too I think.”

Dawn handed the bag to Ginny and reached for one of the two large suitcases. Giles had said she wouldn’t need to bring a lot of clothes because once they went to the school she would be wearing robes and no one would see them anyway. Hermione went to the closet and pulled out an armful of hangers, and dumped them on the bed next to the suitcase. The girls worked in silence for several minutes, unpacking all of Dawn’s belongings and putting them away.

“Who are they?” Ginny asked holding up a framed photograph from Dawn’s bag.

“That’s my sister Buffy,” Dawn said taking the photo and pointing to each person, “You know Willow and Xander; the other two are Andrew and Spike.”

“Are they friends of yours too?” Hermione asked looking at the two men in the picture, “Maybe they can come to visit?”

“Buffy may visit one day,” Dawn shrugged and sat on the bed, pushing clothes aside, “Trust me when I say you don’t want Andrew to visit. I’m sure someone in your school would end up turning him into a toad or something. Hell, Faith may pay someone to do it. And Spike died.”

“I’m sorry, were you close?” Ginny sat down next to Dawn. Maybe that’s why the older girl seemed so sad. Noticing he had is arm wrapped around Dawn in the photograph, “Was he your boyfriend of something?

“Spike?” Dawn smiled, Spike her boyfriend, now there was something everyone would’ve found amusing, well not Buffy or Xander; but Willow and Faith would’ve. “Spike’s old.”

“He doesn’t look that old,” Hermione looked at the picture again, “I mean older than us, but not like Professor Lupin or something, and he’s kind of cute, isn’t he?”

Dawn bit her lip. Professor Lupin was probably Giles age, and Spike was old enough to be Giles great grandfather. “Spike was around one hundred and thirty.”

“How—I mean you can’t—does he have a Sorcerer’s Stone, because I thought we--,” Hermione stuttered.

“He was a vampire,” Dawn was laughing at the shocked looks on both girls’ faces.

“A vampire?” Ginny took the photo back from Hermione to examine it again, “But he—you two look so close, and doesn’t your sister kill vampires?”

“We are—were close. He almost died to save me from Glory, and when Buffy died he was my self appointed--,” Dawn hesitated, how could she explain the way Spike had taken care of her, “guardian vampire. And yes, my sister does kill vampires, but not Spike or Angel.”

“Why not?” Ginny asked.

“Angel had a soul when we met him,” Dawn explained, “And I guess technically she did kill Angel. He lost his soul and she killed him but he came back. And Spike well, he had this microchip in his head that wouldn’t let him hurt anyone. Then he went and got his soul back so that Buffy would love him.”

“Microchip?” Ginny asked.

“It’s a muggle thing,” Hermione explained, “Remember the pictures of computers I showed you? It’s what makes them run.”

“Okay,” Ginny shrugged, Hermione had tried to explain computers but it all seemed very complicated.

“He really got his soul so she would love him?” Hermione asked, “Did it work?”

“Sort of,” Dawn sighed, “I think she kinda loved him without it, but just wouldn’t admit it.”

“Still it’s very romantic.”

Willow was putting the last of her clothes on hangers when there was a knock on the door. She could hear the girls laughing in the down the hall, so it wasn’t Dawn. She walked over to the door to and pulled it open. She probably could have just called out an invitation, but twenty-two years on the Hellmouth made her hesitate to do that.

“Hi, Mr. Lupin,” She said smiling when she saw the man at the door.

“Please call me Remus.”

“Remus, come in,” She stepped away from the door to let him pass.

“I wanted to make sure you have everything you need. There is still time for me to contact the rest of the people coming for dinner, if you need something from town.”

“Thanks, but I’ve got everything I need for now,” She gestured to the empty chair in the corner, “Have a seat.”

“Thanks,” He pulled the chair forward slightly before sitting, “I also wanted to let you know that a trunk was delivered earlier today. It’s in the kitchen, we weren’t sure where you wanted it.”

“It’s probably the weapons. Giles said he would have them delivered, can’t really take a trunk full of weapons into the airport. So I guess where ever we’ll be working with Hermione would be good.”

“Ah, yes, what exactly do you need for her training?” Lupin asked.

“A room big enough for us to move around in,” Willow shrugged, “Empty is good. New slayers not good with the aim thing. If you have something to pad the floor with—less injuries that way.”

“Empty room, and padded floor,” Lupin repeated, “That can be arranged. Is tomorrow soon enough?”

“Sure, I know I don’t have the energy to start tonight, and I’m sure Xander won’t either. Remus, Giles said you found a potion that can control the werewolf?”

“Ripper told you that I’m…”

“I’m sorry, he didn’t think it would be a problem but if you don’t want to talk about it feel free to tell me to mind my own business,” Willow interrupted.

“No it’s fine. You’re going to be here for almost two months, someone here would be likely to mention it. You just seem to be rather—accepting—most people react badly.”

“Yeah, well,” Willow put the last hanger in the closet, “I dated a werewolf in high school, Buffy dated two vampires, and Xander dated a vengeance demon. So overall you have to do better that being a wolf to shock me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but you wanted to know about the potion?” Lupin said, Rupert had told him these children were exceptional but he hadn’t expected them to be this understanding, “I’m afraid I know very little about it. Potions was never my strong point. Professor Snape could give you more information.”

“The man the kids don’t like?”

“Yes, as you said, he’ll never be ‘teacher of the year’ but he is an excellent potions master.”

“Maybe I’ll talk to him before we go home. Oz would be so happy to have something like that.”

Xander was on his bed propped on his side, staring at the picture on the stand next to the bed. Willow must have put it in his bag. She and Buffy had done most of his packing, saying he couldn’t be trusted to pack everything he would need. When he was pulling his clothes out he found the small framed picture of him and Anya at the bottom of the bag. It hadn’t been the only picture of course, they had also packed a picture from prom with Buffy, Oz, Cordelia, Willow and himself. At the knock on the door he reached over and grabbed the eye patch putting it back in place.

“Come in,” He called.

“Hey,” Fred and George came in, “Mum said to tell you that they were starting the meeting in a few minutes and dinner would be in an hour or so.”

“Thanks.”

“Who’s that?” Fred asked seeing the picture Xander had been looking at, “She’s pretty.”

“Anya, my um, ex-fiance,” Xander handed the picture to the twins.

“Ex? What happened?” George said taking the picture from Xander, “It wasn’t because of your—eye—was it?”

“My eye?” Xander reached up and touched the patch, “No, it was because—I was an idiot, and not ready to be married.”

“So tell her that, maybe she’ll—,” Fred suggested.

“She died,” Xander took the photo back and set it on his night stand again. “She died when we fought the First. She was trying to protect Andrew.”

“I’m sorry,” Fred said quietly. “The first what?”

“Evil,” Xander explained glad to have the topic moved away from Anya, “The First Evil was trying to destroy the slayer line. That’s when I lost my eye too.”

“Wow!” George sat on the bed next to Xander. “Your girlfriend and your eye all in one battle.”

“Two battles,” Xander corrected, “Lost my eye in a battle that we got our asses kicked in. Then lost Anya in another battle that we did the ass kicking.”

“So what’s in the trunk downstairs?” Fred asked, “We’ve been dying to find out, but Mum said it was yours and Willow’s and we were to mind our business.”

“Must be weapons,” Xander shrugged, Giles must have found a way to get them here.

“What kind?”

“Axes, swords, scythes, crossbows,” Xander answered, “For Hermione.”

“Hermione with a sword, there’s a scary thought,” George shuttered, “Anyway we brought over some of the merchandise we were telling you about.”

“Xander,” Willow said pushing the slightly closed door open and walking in, “Is tomorrow good for you to start training.”

“Yeah, no rush for me,” Xander answered.

“Candy Willow?” Fred held out a small piece of toffee to Willow.

“Thanks,” Willow reached for the candy.

“No,” Harry, who had followed Willow into the room, grabbed the candy before Willow could take it. “Never take candy from them.”

“Never take anything from them,” Ron said glaring at his brothers as he came in the room. “It always ends badly. What is that anyway?”

“Would we give our guests anything but real candy?” Fred put his hand over his heart and feigned a hurt look.

“Yes.”

“Ton Tongue Toffee,” George sighed.

“Is that what it sounds like?” Xander asked.

“Hey Xan, way to go with the unpacking,” Willow picked up the shirts thrown on the chair and began searching for hangers, “Just throw it on the chair.”

“So guys what other kinds of candy do you have?” Xander asked scowling at Willow, “She will take candy from me.”

“Not anymore,” Willow said from the closet.

“Fred, George, we came to tell you the meetings starting,” Harry said, “The girls are downstairs already.”

“Sorry, Xander talk to you later,” Fred and George both turned and followed Harry and Ron from the room.




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