A.N: I don’t own anything

This is set after season 7 final and after Harry potter and the goblet of fire. Angel will be in this story later, much later.

So let me explain, Buffy went to help Angel, but they are not together as they are good friends. That goes for Spike as well. Also Cordelia didn’t have that affair thing with Connor. Cordelia became half demon so she could still be a seer and started a relationship with Angel. Connor started to get along with Angel and they now have a father/son relationship. Wesley, Fred and Anya died.

I don’t follow the comics.

Pairings: Dawn/ not saying at the minute, Harry/ Ginny, Ron/ Hermione, more later.

I will be following some of the book and movie and some other bits i will just plain wing it.

This is about 6 weeks after the fight in L.A and the day before Harry’s hearing.

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Date: 11th August.

Harry had been at Grimmauld Place for an hour and had already shouted at his friends caused by his lack of news from them and also because of the fact that his court case was tomorrow. He had developed a jealous emotion towards his friends as they had being together over the summer while he was at the Dursleys. He could believe that he had gotten in trouble over the fact that he saved him and his cousin from the dark creatures that are Dementors. Like his life wasn’t difficult enough with the nightmares of Cedric dying and Voldemort , now he might get expelled from Hogwarts.

Once Fred and George had popped in to say ‘hello’, he found himself round the stairs with them, Hermione, Ron and Ginny , listening to the meeting below in the kitchen with the twins’ Extendable Ears, but not before they explained the Order of the Phoenix and Snape’s involvement.

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KITCHEN

In the gloomy, cold kitchen a heated argument was beginning between two people, who were ignoring the fact they were in a meeting.

“Look I WANT to be in the order. I am 17 years old, I can make up my own mind and decisions. So why can’t I join?”

“You just said so. You’re 17, you’re too young, you not joining and that’s FINAL!” Severus Snape yelled to his niece in his classroom voice that declared all argument finished. That was to everyone except Dawn.

Dawn stood a few steps away from him, her hands on her hips, dressed in a flowing black summer dress which complimented her hair, which was dark brown.

“Firstly, jeez Buffy much, I came here to get away from that attitude, where everyone treats me like a child. And secondly you can’t tell me what to do!” Dawn said, nose flaring.

“I can tell you what to do, I’m your uncle, your family, you ungrateful little brat.” Severus’s temper was getting past danger point.

“Family?! When’s family every mattered to the Snapes’. Where were you when your sister, my mum, died, huh? No where! So don’t get on your high fickin’ horse with me, Snape!” Dawn hissed her uncle’s name with emphasis on the fact that she didn’t include him as family.

She knew that her remark would get a reaction, she could almost feel the anger rolling off him, but she didn’t expect for him to slap her.

As the slap echoed, it brought shock to the faces of the order, including Snape who regretted the fact of how instinctive it was to go back to his old ways and act before thinking, even to his own family. Everyone was snapped back to reality when growling sounds could be heard from not only Sirius Black but from Remus Lupin, which surprised the order. This was because of his normally calm nature switched to angry beast as both Lupin and Black prepared to threaten Snape, but Dawn beat them to. Dawn was just standing still, hand raised and touching her cheek until livid thoughts and emotions built up to much that she pulled back her closed fist and hit Snape squarely in the face.

The amount of force used in that one punch made Severus stumbled backwards a few feet. There was a staring contest between uncle and niece as their eyes meet; one set of eyes fuming mad, the other set filled with sorrow and apologies.

Dawn suddenly stormed out of the room, having enough of her uncle.

“Dawn,” Snape cried desperately, taking a step forwards only to be stopped by Lupin, who had the emotions of a wolf on his face.

“I think you better go before me and Sirius continue what Dawn started,” Remus hissed, keeping himself from fighting Snape with the small amount of self control he had left.

Snape took a moment to look between the pair, Lupin and Black, then the rest of the order before reluctantly leaving the house.

STAIRWELL

Dawn ran up the stairs, ignoring the cries for her, when her path was blocked by a bunch of guilty looking children. Dawn couldn’t care less at the minute about them; all she wanted to do was make it into her room for privacy before she burst into tears.

“Move!” Dawn demanded with a snarl.

It took a moment for the words to register and process in their minds before they complied and moved to one side.

After Dawn exited the stairwell, the group started talking.

“Bloody hell!”

“Ronald language!” Hermione warned.

“Hermione, I don’t think now is the time,” Harry said, but continued when Hermione glared at him. “I-I-I I mean, who was that?”

Hermione was about to counteract, but a voice from below answered Harry’s question.

“That would be my goddaughter,” Lupin said as the curious teenagers looked down; they almost missed the words he spoke at prospect of getting caught.

As the children mumbled out excuses after excuses of what they were doing there, they finally realized what he said.

“”Wait your goddaughter!” everyone exclaimed simultaneously.

“But isn’t she related to Snape?” Ron bluntly asked, receiving an elbow in the ribs from Hermione.

“Come in the kitchen and I will explain.”

After a couple of minutes of Harry greeting his godfather, Sirius, everyone was seated around a long tale set in the middle of the room. Most of the order had departed after Snape left and all that was left now was Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor Moody, and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“Right the first thing I should explain is how I became Dawn’s godfather,” Remus Lupin said. “It began when Joyce, Dawn’s mother, started at Hogwarts 2 years after Severus did. Even though Joyce was a Snape, she was different; she had a kind, caring personality. That personality made her be placed in Ravenclaw, causing her to be the sheep of the family, who had always been placed in Slytherin. Over the school years me and Joyce became good friends, we even went out for a little while. Because we were so close, it got her introduced to the Marauders and Lily. But being the cast out of her family became too much for her, so she left the wizarding world to America. There she met a muggle called Hank Summers. Together they had two children, the oldest Buffy and Dawn the youngest. Joyce visited regularly when they were younger and they even met you Harry.”

The last comment Lupin made caused every eye from the children to look at him then at Harry, mouth hung open in wonder and confusion. Harry was the most puzzled by the statement.

“I met them?” Harry asked, just to be sure.

“Yes just before…before the incident,” Remus replied, eyes filled enough sadness to cause heartbreak. Remus took a brief look at Sirius and continued with a sigh. “That’s how Dawn knows Snape. When Joyce would visit us in England, she had a chance to make up with her brother and took it. So Joyce and Snape made peace and they tried to visit as often as possible.”

“But Dawn hates Snape,” Hermione observed, not understanding, which never happened.

“Who bloody wouldn’t!” Ron smirked, causing amusement from the other children except Hermione and the adults; although Sirius had to try very hard to not laugh as well.

One firm look from Mrs. Weasley stopped the laughter abruptly, so Lupin could answer Hermione’s question.

“Well, a couple of years ago Joyce had a brain tumor. She had an operation to try to save her but the result in her death and that left Buffy to cope with the funeral, house and Dawn with no family help. Help only came from close friends. Buffy and Dawn now hold a grudge to the few family members left, who could have helped in their needed time.”

“Where was their father?” Harry asked, intrigued by the fact he might have a new connection to his parents.

“Spain,” a voice casually answered from the doorway.

The contents of the room whipped their heads round to see Dawn standing there with puffy, red eyes and a sore hand-mark on her left cheek.

“Well, that was the last report. He ran away with his secretary,” Dawn said as if it was an every day occurrence.

Mrs. Weasley actually gasped with sincere sympathy. This cause Dawn to smile slightly at the woman.

“Don’t worry Mrs. W, we’ve gotten used to it, trust me,” Dawn said, trying to act cool as she leaned against the door frame, but her eyes still had that glassy effect that was a result from her crying.

Remus got up from the table and made his way to Dawn. He pulled her sharply into a tight hug, showing all his emotions in that one piece of affection.

“Woah!” Dawn exclaimed, not ready for the action from her godfather.

Remus Lupin was the Giles style of a person; he loved reading, had knowledge and always got uncomfortable around girly, embarrassing moments. He showed emotion, but it was normally controlled except towards her and Buffy. He cherished them dearly and wished them no harm; unfortunately harm was basically Buffy’s job. This meant that Dawn got into trouble lots of times. She could almost feel the love and concern rolling off him.

“I’m ok, you know,” Dawn informed her godfather.

Remus pulled back slightly to stare into her face, almost to check that she wasn’t lying. Dawn was lying, but she had gotten use to the men in her life leaving and disappointing her by now. She would get over it. Soon, hopefully.

“Mmm-hmm,” Remus replied, still not convinced.

“Oh come on uncle Remus, you know the thing about Summers’ women is that when we fall we get right back up,” Dawn commented to her godfather, making his eyes twinkle just a little.