Disclaimer: These characters, sadly, do not belong to me. They are the property of Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling.

Song lyrics are from Teddy Thompson's "I should get up"

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AN: Set post Season 7 and after book 7 of HP, however, there are no DH spoilers, and Dumbledore is still alive.


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Looking out the small window of the airplane I have to admit, Willow and Buffy might be right. I have finally lost it. I’ve quit my job with the New Council and I’m flying halfway around the world all because of a dream.

I don’t know what I expect to find. Willow spent days on her computer trying to track down the address. It just doesn’t exist. But here I am, on my way to London to look for someone and somewhere that neither Willow’s hacking skill or her magic can find. All I really have is his first name, Ron, and an address, number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Wish me luck.

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I hate international travel. It took me 3 hours to get through customs. Something about the knives and stakes in my suitcase made them nervous, and unfortunately I don’t have council backing anymore. By the time I made it out of the airport it was almost 10 o’clock at night, after getting checked into the hotel all I wanted to do was collapse. So much for getting a start on looking for the house that isn’t there.

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**BEEP BEEP BEEP**

Groaning I lifted the pillow off my head and reached out a hand to smack the alarm clock. I know damn well I didn’t set the thing. Squinting, I try to make out the numbers on the little hotel clock, 5:23 A.M. There is NO WAY I am getting out of bed this early. I may have lost my mind, that still no reason to get up before the sun.

**..orning London. It’s a beautiful bright and early 6 A.M. It time for..**

Reaching out, I yank the cord of the clock out of the wall. 6 A.M. I’m tempted to curse, but I don’t think it will do me any good. I can’t decide if someone is trying to tell me something or if I’m just cursed.

The second that though crosses my mind I hear the alarm start up again, **…should get up, I should get out, I’m sure there’s something I can’t do without, I should get up, I should…**

Sighing I stand up “Ok, ok, I’m up. Stupid interfering, annoying PtB, I get the message.” I mutter to myself as I stager towards the shower.

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By 8:00 I’m down at the hotel restaurant working on my third cup of coffee and my second Danish.

Where do I start? I know that the house isn’t on any maps, so it won’t do me any good to try the library or city hall. Willow couldn’t detect anything in the area, which she thought was a little odd but not anything to worry about, so I don’t think asking the Devon coven for help would do any good.

I finally decided to just try heading out to Grimmauld place and seeing what happens.