Chapter 1: Breakfast at Grandfather's

Disclaimer: All things HP belong to JKR and all things Buffy/Angel belong to Joss
Title: Granddaughter
Author: Kate R.
Rating: FR13 to Teen I guess
Pairing: None right now
Summary: the Continuation of Letter Home. After the things Joyce hinted at in the letter come to pass, Dawn goes to her grandfather.


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Dawn woke up in her new bed three days after she'd come to England with her grandfather. They'd gone to the Ministry of Magic to get the will her mom had sent validated and everything and while Dawn was waiting a tall, thin man with red hair and glasses had come out and sat with her. He'd played cards with her had taught her a few tricks that she could do with or without a wand. He'd told her his name was Percy and that he wasn't speaking to his own family right now but her grandfather had always been the best teacher he'd ever had.

"Would my grandfather have wanted you to walk out on your family?" she'd asked him.

"No," had been his answer.

"Family is family," she'd told him. "I only have one member left but you still have all of yours. Even if you don't agree with them though, even if you think they're wrong, you should stand by them. Because they are your blood. And I'd give anything to still have my sister to argue and fight with. But she's dead so I don't. They aren't. Go home."

He'd sat in thought until her grandfather had come back out of the office and then he'd laid his hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you," he'd said. And then he'd look right at the minister guy and quit. He'd then apparated out. Dawn hoped he was okay. But then her grandfather had said it was time for them to go to his non-teaching home. It was a nice cottage in Scotland where Dawn had found a room made up for her and everything. She remembered lying down as it had been quite late when they got in, and now it was morning and she smelled bacon cooking.

She made her way downstairs where she saw her grandfather making breakfast for the two of them. She'd brought the wooden box down that her mother had sent and she was wearing one of Buffy's leather jackets. She thought it was the one Angel gave her because the one that was Pike's was more brownish. She'd had to duck a few door ways but that was okay, she knew the house was originally made for her grandfather and he was barely 3 and a half feet tall.

"Once it gets used to you," he told her without turning around, "the house will accommodate your height. Milk or pumpkin juice?"

"Milk," she told him. "Percy gave me pumpkin juice at the ministry and it tasted . . . Ew."

"So we agree on something," he told her with a smile. "Your mother always hated pumpkin juice. She liked pineapple, personally."

"Me too," she told him. "Buffy hated pineapple though. Said it was bitter. Mom said if you got it at the right time it was really sweet."

"It can be," he told her, waving his wand and making a glass appear with pineapple juice in it. "There you are."

"Thank you, grandfather," Dawn whispered.

Once they'd eaten Dawn brought the box out.

"Mom said to bring this to you," she told him. "It's everything she had to give you that she never did."

He nodded and took the box, not quite sure he was ready to open it by the look on his face.

"Mom did love you, you know," Dawn told him. "She was mad but she loved you. And after Buffy . . ."

"I know," he answered. "Her letter told me that."

For a few moments he was silent as he ran his hands over the box.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked at last.

"What is there to do?" Was Dawn's reply.

"We could go into Hogsmeade or down to Diagon Alley," he answered. "If you want to see my world."

"I do," Dawn told him. "Could we see how Percy is, too?"

A nod was the answer and Dawn grinned. She was happy to know that her grandfather was amenable to her having friends. After breakfast, Dawn got herself ready to go and he showed her how Floo powder worked.

"Diagon Alley!" She called, as he had told her to. She stepped into the fire when it turned green. He followed barely a second later.

It was time for Dawn's new life to begin in earnest.