Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling own any and all rights to Buffy: the Vampire Slayer/Angel and Harry Potter. Any plot that I use is purely my own, and any events, people or locations named herein are works of fiction, and any relation to said things is purely coincidental or searched for by public domain.
Dawn Potter was always different.
Being able to read and speak multiple foreign, dead and ancient languages with ease had made her something of an oddity, especially when she sometimes slipped and ended up insulting someone in Babylonian, Sumerian, or any number of languages that she had picked up.
Even mythical languages were picked up rather quickly.
This was one reason that she had ended up working for people who needed a translator, and since she was seven, and shown to be unnaturally mature for her age (and because of the greed of the Dursley's), she had been a translator for ambassador and diplomats children.
One particular ambassador, Marseille Delacour, had taken a particular liking to her as his daughters translators, and would generally refuse to have anyone else translate for them, because his daughter, Gabrielle, had 'taken a liking to the girl'.
As one of the youngest translators in the world, she often got a lot of scorn for her high profile, as she knew more languages than most people, and it always ended up being better translated than most of them could ever accomplish.
Of course, the fact that the girl seemed to be favoured of many foreign diplomats and dignitaries because of her politeness, and her ability to just translate what was being said, without revealing the information to anyone, made her invaluable, because after all she had heard, she new many secrets that she could singlehandedly shatter relations between several European countries with just a few simple words.
So, of course, the Dursley's had tried plying her for those secrets, moving her into Dudley's old room, while he got the smallest one, giving her an extensive wardrobe, and a large travel budget.
The only time they had ever really tried to actively attack her was when she had vanished in a green glow, and come back, hours later, carrying a box of expensive Swedish chocolates.
Since then, Dawn had taken to leaving at odd times, or simply vanishing before they could do anything to her, often times with treats, clothes, and objects from other parts of the world.
Of course, when she brought home a few magical beings, and they had freaked out, the girl had been laughing hysterically, on the floor, while the three were shrieking and trying to scramble away from her.
It came as no surprise that she got a letter saying that she was going to a magical school, since the Delacour's had been rather open about her magical lineage.
That it had been done on the French Riviera where she had met another friend, Hermione Granger, who showed signs of being magical at the time as well, was only a minor detail.
She had since learned that Gabrielle would be going to Hogwarts with her friend, and Fleur was pouting, since she was to stay at Beauxbatons until she graduated.
Dawn had promised to visit as often as she could, and would bring Gabrielle with her, when she learned how.
Of course, the reactions, when the Professors had come to show her, were varied.
The strict looking older woman, McGonagall, had looked appalled at her green streaked hair and green painted lips, while Snape had just sneered, muttering under his breath about 'another Potter spawn trying to be the centre of attention'.
That had lasted about as long as thirty seconds, when she had teleported them both to the Antarctic, and left him there to 'cool off', as she put it with a laugh.(-=|End Chapter|=-)
A third instalment that I've come up with, based off of a few of the comics of the new season that I have (which is very sparse at the moment), with Dawn as the main element for a Harry-centric story. I'm going to leave my stories open to be picked up, but if you do, please leave a message so I can read the story. This one is mostly going to be a HP/BtVS cross, with no other crossovers (unless I can find something that fits into the story, which is unlikely).