Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Buffy, it's not my toy box. I own nothing to do with the world of Harry Potter, it to is not my toy box. I am merely burrowing charactors from both those toy boxes and getting them intermingled.I also own nothing to do with Allan Zola Kronzek and Elizabeth Kronzek's Harry Potter book.

Note: This piece is dedicated to my cousin who kinda looks like Dawn and we've always affectionately called Little Bit. This story has been playing with me for awhile. It's a direct result from loving the Buffy episode Fear Itself. I love how just a little of Oz's blood caused the spell to work. So the idea began to play with me about Dawn. This is also a result of watching this season and not seeing Dawn for awhile and missing her. This is also a result of my craving a little Willow/Snape in my writing. I hope you enjoy it, if not I'm sorry I wasted your time. Oh and as a warning this is mostly BTVS with just a dash of Harry Potter. Spoliers are everything up to GoF for Harry Potter and for Buffy it's basic season seven.

So with everything said onto the story:

"Have you got everything?" the girl asked as the two snuck into the science room after school.

"Don't worry about it. You got the book?" the boy asked.

In reply the girl pulled out a well worn, obviously well read copy, of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The boy eyed it suspiciously before telling her, "That's not your copy. I know you didn't read it that many times."

"Of course it's not," the girl retorted, "You think I'm going to mark up my copy. I borrowed it from that Summer's girl."

"Does she know you have it?"

"No. I'm not stupid. I took it from her bag during English."

"Did she see?"

"She was in the bathroom."

The boy nodded before turning the book over in his hands. He flipped it opened and looked it at it a bit, "What's all this writing in the front?"

The girl shrugged, "Weird notes and stuff. Girl's funny, what do you expect? Why will it affect our spell?"

The boy wrinkled his nose as he thought over her question, "I don't think it will. It shouldn't. We're going to put the spell in the back anyway."

Unceremoniously they dropped their backpack on the floor and sat. The boy began pulling ingredients for the spell out of his. He opened an old leather bound book to a marked page and began copying symbols from it on the inside of the back cover of the Harry Potter book.

The girl remained silent, watching a moment before asking, "Are you sure this will work?"

"Well," the boy told her, "if it does work we'll be transported to their seventh year."

"Seventh year? Why seventh? If we're actually going why not when their our age? I want to seduce..."

The boy cut her off, "Sue, this isn't about your stupid crush."

"What's it about then?"

"Learning magic, real magic, their kind of magic."

"I still want..."

"Sue, this is what we agreed to, are you in or out? I'll do the spell alone if I have to."

"I'm in. I'm in.

"Good, give me your hand."

Sue eyed him suspiciously a moment before asking, "Why?"

"The spell needs blood. Then it's done and we're gone."

"We are so not using my blood for anything."

"Sue come on. It has to be girls blood."

"I thought you didn't need me! I thought you could do it yourself!"

"I lied. Now stop being a stupid baby and give me your hand."

"Are you sure it will work?"

The boy sighed looking at her in a frustrated way, "No, I think the blood has to be mystical too, but then you've been practicing magic for a year so maybe."

She glared at him, "You are so not getting my blood!"

"Come on Sue!"

"I had reasons for doing this, and my crush is so not stupid. And what do you mean by mystical blood anyway, here let me see that book," she ended as she stuck out her hand to see the book he was copying from. He rolled his eyes and handed it to her. Her pale eyes quickly skimmed the page as a frown set itself upon her face.

After a moment she looked up at him and shook her head, "This isn't going to work. Mystical as in like a werewolf or vampire or something else that doesn't exist is what it means. This isn't possible and I am no longer in," she told him indignantly as she tossed him his book, gathered her things and stalked from the room.

Sighing he dropped the Harry Potter book on the ground and hurriedly gathered his things into his bag as he took of after her, "Sue wait!"

The book settled on the floor upside down.

Moments later two voices could be heard outside the room.

"This is the last one, then you leave," the janitor told Dawn Summers.

"But I have to find my book," Dawn protested anxiously.

As he opened the door she hurried past him searching the room. Her eyes settled on her beloved copy of Harry Potter. She picked it up with a cry of, "I found it! Oh thank you! You have no idea what this means to me! This book is so so special."

The janitor just shook his head.