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Back for Breakfast

Title: Back For Breakfast
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss. Harry belongs to JK. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: As Dawn settles into Slytherin, her friends from the train worry about her.
Word Count: 1680


Dawn was the only Slytherin girl from the upper years going to breakfast, but she’d expected that. Her dormmates had warned her they would take breakfast in the dorm for a few days. Dawn hadn’t even realized that was possible, but Pansy Parkinson had smirked and said there were lots of possibilities when you were on good terms with the house elves.

Possibilities such as rearranging rooms so that the girls who were in their fifth through seventh years all shared one room instead of three smaller rooms with only a couple students each. There were only ten of them altogether in the fifth, sixth, and seventh years. With Dawn added to the sixth year, they were the largest class with a grand total of four.

The prefects had cleared the change with Professor Slughorn in the house meeting in the common room last night before Pansy and Gemma Bole persuaded the house elves to do the necessary rearranging. Dawn wasn’t sure about their head of house, there was something slightly fake about him, but the house itself was pretty awesome. For all it was in the dungeons, the house was pretty luxorious, as if the castle was all theirs. In addition to the common room and the dorms, it had a private library, which Rachel Bletchley had confided had texts annotated by former students which she would find helpful when it came to studying for finals and OWLs. And the bathrooms had blown her mind.

“It’s not quite the prefects’ bathroom,” Pansy Parkinson had said with a slight look of regret, “but it’s pretty close.”

“There’s a better bathroom than this?” Dawn had asked in disbelief, taking in the tub that was practically a swimming pool and could have comfortably fit all the girls currently in Slytherin, nevermind just the upperclass girls who would be using it.

“I still don’t see why we can’t use the prefects’,” Astoria Greengrass sighed. “I was so looking forward to it. My cousins told me all about it, and it sounded like the best part of being a prefect.”

Daphne shrugged.

“You can if you want, sis, but at your own risk. Fancy getting hexed when you’re starkers?”

Gemma, the sixth year prefect, frowned.

“Look, if you want to see it that badly, we’ll figure out when everyone else is using it and I’ll go with you when it’s not being used at a time that’s not on the schedule. We can take turns so that somebody’s got clothes on the whole time in case the Gryffs decide to be funny.”

“Girls hex each other in the bathroom?” Dawn asked, worried. That was something she hadn’t considered. As a rule, even demons didn’t sink so low as to ambush someone in a bathroom.

Millicent Bulstrode shook her head.

“Not as a rule, but this isn’t exactly a normal year, and if no one’s warned you, you got dumped into the least popular house. Too many of us had family members on the wrong side of the war, and there’s plenty of people looking for payback.”

“I would have thought hexing people while they’re naked would be reserved for when that person has down something reprehensible their own self,” Dawn muttered.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath, Summers,” Pansy said. “With any luck, they’ll leave you out of it, since you were in America when everything was happening.”

“It’s Dawn,” Dawn replied, eliciting a smile of relief. “That goes for everyone, by the way.”

It seemed to be the done thing in Slytherin to call people by their last names unless you were invited to do otherwise. She’d noted that all the other girls were on a first name basis, and constantly being called ‘Summers’ made her feel the odd one out. Judging by the round of pleased grins, her housemates had expected her to be more standoffish.

Dawn also privately resolved that anyone hexing her dormmates in the bathroom was going to suffer her wrath.

But no matter how well they were getting on, her dormmates had been resolute about not doing the Great Hall this morning, so Dawn was left to face it on her own. The only Slytherins trickling upstairs were the younger ones, who Bridget had told her wouldn’t have figured out yet that they could just ask for trays in the common room or their dorm. Fawley, the fifth year boys prefect, had been designated to mind the table with Blaise Zabini, who as co-Head Boy didn’t have the option of skipping. (“Poor sod” was the general opinion in the dorm.)

Blaise had offered to walk her upstairs, and she’d accepted gratefully. While she was pretty sure she knew her way, the girls had warned her that the staircases could be tricky.

“Besides,” Blaise said, standing to one side to let her go first through the charmed entrance to the common room, “I know some shortcuts that might come in handy should anyone decide that you’re fair game like the rest of us. We’ll walk the usual way this morning, so you’ll know it, and tomorrow I’ll show you the shortcuts. Assuming you don’t change your mind about wanting to do breakfast in the Hall tomorrow.”

“You really think everyone’s going act like bung holes just because I got sorted into Slytherin?” Dawn asked skeptically.
“I can’t see Ginny and Hermione suddenly deciding I’m horrible just because I’m wearing green instead of red.”

Blaise laughed mirthlessly.

“Let’s hope you’re right, Summers. It might be good to have someone on civil terms with the other houses. We could use a diplomat. Did the Sorting Hat warn you at all what you were getting into?”

Dawn shrugged.

“It said you guys could use a hand, but it wasn’t going to put me with you if I objected.”

Blaise glanced at her appraisingly.

“So why did you choose Slytherin?”

Dawn knew perfectly well it was a fraught question. She’d heard all about the war, blood purity, Death Eaters, and many dirty details from the girls. Zabini was trying to suss out if she was some blood purist about to start more trouble, or possibly someone too dumb to have any self-preservation instinct.

She grinned.

“Green always was my color.”

Blaise smirked as they approached the Hall. Dawn could hear the chatter of many voices, most of them young and overexcited.

“Last chance to back out,” he said challengingly. “Fortunately, Slytherins lack any reputation for bravery, and we never attach any stigma to saving one’s own skin at the expense of dignity.”

Dawn snorted. Yeah, right.

“Is it always this loud?” she asked brightly.

“Loud? Summers, this is the sound of everyone but the ickle firsties not being fully awake yet,” Blaise grinned. “Sure you want to walk in with me? It will completely scupper any chance of the rest of the school deciding you’re not really one of us.”

“Pshaw,” Dawn waved that away. “I’m a Slytherin. They’re going to have to deal with it.”

With that, the two of them strode into the Hall. Blaise nodded as he headed off to help supervise the Slytherin table, not that it seemed to need it- Fawley only had to look at a younger student for them to instantly behave better. Dawn wandered over to the Gryffindor table, where Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Neville, and Ron were ensconced with several other students she didn’t know.

“Morning, all,” Dawn said to the table in general, plopping down into the empty seat next to Ginny. Glancing around, she noted that breakfast in the Hall seemed to be a serve yourself affair, much like dinner last night but on a less extravagant scale.

“Dawn! You’re ok!” Hermione said, with such a tone of relief that Dawn decided this had evidently been a point of concern.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Dawn replied, snagging some toast and spreading it with a generous helping of butter and marmalade.

“You did just spend the night in the dungeons with them,” Ron said, as if that should explain everything.

Dawn rolled her eyes, pouring herself a cup of tea as Ginny passed her the bacon.

“Them meaning the rest of the Slytherins? I got sorted into the house, Ron, notice the green? Unless the Hat left out some really important bits, I don’t think Slytherin is noted for eating its new students.”

“I guess they don’t have a basilisk anymore,” Ron grumbled- and was promptly smacked by both his sister and his girlfriend, to Harry’s amusement.

Basilisk? Slytherin used to have a basilisk? Dawn filed that away to ask about later.

“She’s got a point,” Ginny said reasonably, trying to keep her brother from really getting started. “They’re not about to be horrible to one of the only new students they got, are they? Three students out of a hundred is a record low for any house.”

“Oh, so it’s not normally that lopsided?” Dawn asked, wondering if waffles were a breakfast thing here, or if that was one of those requests that should be put to house elves. She definitely needed to ask her housemates about that- from the looks of it, none of the other houses did breakfast in house, because Slytherin was the only table noticeably missing its upperclassmen.

“No, usually it’s fairly even,” Neville said. “Everyone was talking about it last night, but we didn’t get a chance to catch you before the Slytherins left.”

“But they are treating you all right, aren’t they, Dawn?” Harry asked. “We could probably talk to Professor McGonagall to get you re-sorted if they aren’t.”

Dawn shook her head.

“Everybody’s been really nice, actually.”

The stares that greeted that pronouncement would have been understandable if she’d said something outlandish, like that vampires routinely sunbathed on nice days or that there was no such thing as magic.

Dawn sighed.

“Believe it or not, guys, Slytherins are people, too.”

She chose to ignore Ron’s muttered ‘the jury’s still out on that one’. She had all year to fight this particular battle, so she wasn’t fussed about winning it on the first full day of school.

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avamclean
Aug. 9th, 2013 03:19 pm (UTC)
Day Eight - Accepted!

Not entirely certain Dawn will win the agruement by the end of the year either. ;)
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