"Dawn, listen to me. Listen. Dawn, listen to me. Listen. I love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles ... tell Giles I figured it out. And, and I'm okay. And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world ... is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me," Dawn shook her head, grabbing her sister's arms fiercely, and placing herself in between her hero and the portal.

"No, Buffy, I need you to do me a favor. Listen to me. Forget about being a hero. The world…it doesn't need me…it doesn't need me like it needs you. I matter to you, and your friends, and Spike. But you matter to a lot more people. I need to do this…I was created for this,"

"No, don't…don't," Buffy was crying now, tears tracking down her face. The portal was ripping open the sky, tearing open the universe. Tearing open their world and what was left of their family.

"I was created for this. This is my destiny," Buffy made to run; to jump before Dawn could stop her. But Dawn pushed her backwards, sending the blonde slayer to her but. She skidded off the platform, her two hands grabbing a hold of the metal to keep from toppling over the edge. She attempted to pull herself back up, to save her sister, but she was stopped. Dawn looked at her sister, her family, her creator. "I love you so much. I love all of them so much. I finally figured it out, Buffy. I finally figured out that I'm meant to save you. Even if only once, to repay the debt I've earned. I love you," Dawn turned, running off the platform. She didn't scream. She just dove. The pain ripped her apart, her skin felt as though it was separating from her bones, and blood was mixing with her tears. She whispered "Thank you," as she faded to darkness.

(Following Dawn)

"Our father," She was yelling the prayer, as her body slammed into the cavern walls. "Who art in heaven," Her arm tore open and the cuts on her stomach expanded. "Hallowed by they name," Her head slammed into the rock, gashing open. Blood swirled with her. She was falling, falling into an endless abyss. Was this death? Was this what her mother felt? "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. On earth," She didn't have a voice anymore, to pained to feel anything. Memories were flowing through her mind. "As it is in heaven," Her mom dying, them leaving LA, Buffy crying as her only sister jumped. "Give us this day our daily bread," Xander laughing, Anya saying something stupid. "And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us," The look on Spike's face as he was thrown from the tower. Willow and Tara kissing. "And lead us not into temptation."

She slammed into the ground, finally welcoming the silence.

"And deliver us from evil"


"Oh God," The blonde Slayers voice was raspy as she pulled herself back onto the platform. She stumbled down the steps, collapsing. Willow and Tara were supporting each other as they stared at her sister's dead body, Spike was sobbing, and Xander was holding Anya close. Giles had collapsed onto his knees, staring at the body of the girl he had wanted to kill. Buffy's eyes traced over to Ben's body.

"How could you let her jump," Spike yelled, pushing the slayer against the wall. He ignored the pain in his head. "She was just a little girl…" He collapsed again, and Buffy watched the tears he shed for their hero. Dawn had gotten her wish…she had saved them.

(Back to Dawn)

"Where did you find her?" Professor Albus Dumbledore questioned, his blue eyes creased with worry. His former student had a young girl, maybe fourteen, held firmly in his arms. She wore a strange purple dress, decorated to elaborately to be muggle and to simple to be wizard. It was actually a very beautiful gown, though the front of it was hidden from him as it was turned towards Sirius' chest.

"Just outside, went to get the mail and she was on the doorstep. She's young Albus, no older than Harry. Do you think Voldemort did this on purpose? As a warning," He laid her on the couch, sitting on the edge next to her. His hand gently brushed her hair from her face. She had a huge gash on her forehead and her arm was bent at an awkward angle.

"You're bleeding," Dumbledore's voice was surprised as he looked at Sirius' shirt, which was stained in blood.

"No, she is," He pulled her arm back to reveal the front of the gown and Dumbledore grimaced. It was sliced, three diagonal cuts the broke through the dress and deeply into flesh.

"She's wearing a necklace, one of those muggle ones that say their names," The convict muttered, reaching towards her neck. He quickly hollered and the girl flung herself back, over the couch where she landed on her bum. She scooted back into the corner. "Bloody hell, she bit me," He clutched the offended hand to his chest.

"You're British," The headmaster listened to the girl murmur as she drew her knees to her chest, wincing as she stretched her wounds. Her hair curtained her face.

"Sirius, we're out of towels and Ginny's having fit. She's and I quote "bloody starkers and doesn't need a bunch of ponces getting off"," Harry said the last few words with a grin on his recently depressed face. "Professor, hi," He turned to Dumbledore, noticed the blood on Sirius' shirt, and finally noticed the girl in the corner. "Who's she?"

"We don't know, when we tried to find out…she got a bit nippy, didn't she, Sirius?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. Sirius only grumbled and shook out his hand. The girl in question was trying to remember what was going on.




Shallow cuts.

Falling champions.

Purple lights.

Long goodbyes.



Our Father…

She didn't even realize she was screaming. "No, please, why! Buffy, you cant. Spike, don't leave me. No…shallow cuts…just shallow cuts…Our father who art in heaven," Her screams resided to sobs and someone's arms were around her, rubbing her hair like her mom used to do.

"Shh, it's alright, duckie, it's alright," Harry watched in awe as his godfather held the young girl. She looked to be in so much pain, and to be bloody nuts but he was too so he respected her.

"Come on, Harry, let's leave them be," Dumbledore whispered, pulling the boy gently out of the room. Harry left reluctantly, looking back on the two as the doors closed.

Dawn cried for hours, Sirius never moving, never stopping in his silent comfort. When her tears finally resided to hiccups, he spoke.

"What's your name, pidgin," The man whispered, his arms still around the girl.

"You smell like Spike," Her voice had turned calm. "Do all British people smell like that? Like tobacco and leather?"

"I don't know, love," He laughed, and she was reminded that it wasn't her comforting psuedo-brother she was being held by. He had a heartbeat.

"Dawn," She said softly.

"What, pet?"

"My name. My name is Dawn Summers," her voice became more confident, as she relaxed slightly. Though she was on guard, after all she had been through it felt good to be held by someone she could pretend she loved.

"Sirius Black. It's nice to meet you, Miss Summers," He said, smiling when he realized she had fallen asleep.

Authors Note:

I got really into Harry Potter again because of this Ginny and Draco fic "The Devil's Triangle" by fresh pickled toad. So anyway, Im not sure what pairings it'll be but I'll get back to you. Please review.