Steve sighs as the others swear. "He did more than that, beyond having sex with young girls. He stole the son of another one of us, putting a golem in his place and letting everybody think the boy had died. . .accidentally shooting himself with his father's gun. He put him in one of the light families that looked to him after altering his appearance and the memories of everybody. He stole another one of us, letting everybody think he'd been killed and keeping him drugged for nearly four years."

"Christ."

"He stole two pureblood children from the wizarding world, putting them in other families and wiping all memories of them. One of them was placed in another branch of the family to give them new blood since they'd been exiled to the states for being squibs for generations. Because they had dark hair. In the family the dark haired children were generally squibs while the redheads were wizards." Rolled eyes and insults to the wizarding world's intelligence. "He doesn't have any children but his 'brother' had two children, the oldest is a wizard while the girl is too young to know either way. And the boy is a brunet." Sniggers from everybody in earshot. "The second thought he was the first magical child in the family. He was actually the second son of the Potters, so he's Harry's other uncle. He stole a half-blood child from a family that had been having marital troubles."

"Oh and of course they had a child to try to bring them closer together. Idiots." Tony snorts.

Xander nods. "They had another child a few years later. The first baby was supposedly a first generation magickal and is a genius if he does say so himself. You may have heard of him. . .Rodney McKay." Tony moans and nods. "He's an asshole." The others snort.

"Yeah I know, coming from me that might say something." he snorts, waving a hand. "So he was stolen from his family and they had another kid?"

"Yeah, a teacher at the school. Dumbledore bred him with Harry's aunt Petunia, thanks to potions she was only gone a few days. The baby was born and Dumbledore thought the experiment was a failure because the baby didn't appear to be magical. He used a time turner to send her back in time to be adopted. She's a nature path witch."

"Jesus, what a bastard." Tony murmurs. "What else did the old bastard do?"

"He didn't like the idea that one of the grandkids was weak magically and a bit clumsy. He trapped him and the others on the boat he worked on on a deserted island, making sure all their plans to escape were ruined. He wasn't watching them for a while and they were finally able to get away but everybody thought because he was so clumsy he'd ruined all their escape plans by accident."

"Christ."

Xander writes out a website address and password on a notepad for Steve, Tony snatching the paper as he passes it over. "It's a site we put together for the family to keep in touch. That's the address for the site and password you'll need to get onto it. You'll need to create an account and password, once you're vetted you'll be allowed into the other areas. That's just the public forum for friends and family. They've got speciality areas set up since so many of the kids are either scientists, in law enforcement, or in some cases both."

"Are there any other kids in New York?"

"Yes, Doc Savage. . ." Xander smirks as Clint splutters and chokes on his coffee. "And the felony CSI lab here in New York, the head of it Mac Taylor is a brother, his second in command Stella Bonasera is a sister, and another sister used to work with them but she's currently in prison, she got pregnant by another of their co-workers and tried blackmailing the family about having a kid out of wedlock but didn't realize they'd already kicked him out because he didn't want to be a crook like them. We haven't found all the kids, some of them were adopted magically so they don't show up on the tapestry and he had some hidden until the trigger was found. The others didn't know Harry was a grandkid at first until a scroll was found with the news that he wanted Harry to be raised by his aunt Petunia and be abused, he was trying to repeat the Dark Lord's upbringing so he had the perfect tool and if one took out the other he could kill the remaining one while they were weak and be the hero of the wizarding world again."

"Christ." Clint says again. "What a manipulator." The elevator across the room opens.

"The police have contacted the Rosenbergs to alert them to their daughter's death along with those other young men and women touring the exhibits. They've asked that her body be sent back to Sunnydale. They'll make arrangements for her to be buried there, they're busy with their speaking tour." Phil Coulson says, walking into the room.

"Oh of course, just like they've been too busy to get in touch with her since graduation." Xander rolls his eyes.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Tony asks.

"We'd figured on picking up a hotel room."

"They'd be expensive as hell, we've got plenty of guest room. And we can talk about GD and the family."

"Sooooo, the son of the so called hero of the wizarding world?" Natasha asks when Dawn and Xander have excused themselves and gone to their rooms with their bags from the car.

"I've known from the beginning, my mother told me one day before the serum and I was real sick. We were at war, both the wizarding world with Grindelwald and the non-magical world dealing with Hitler."

"And then you got stuck in an iceberg." Tony smirks.

"Their Stark, and Dr. Blake that raised you?" Natasha looks at him.

"Wizards live longer than non-magicals. Dr. Nathan Stark. . .or Lord Nathanial Starkweather if you're familiar with the wizarding world, is my grandfather. Like Willow's, my parents were gone for years at a time before they were killed, they took over the raising of me. They live in a small town in Oregon called Eureka, the whole town is a think tank for Global Dynamics, a company big in the DoD."

"Dumbledore was nearly a hundred and fifty when he died, I've heard rumors of people who have lived longer than that but. . ."

"Yeah, I've heard the same rumors." Tony says. "Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel, supposedly created the philosopher's stone that allows them to create an elixer that prolongs life. Good friends of Dumbledore's, he took the stone for 'safe keeping', really a trap to entice their Dark Lord to the school so Harry could dispose of it according to my grandparents."

"Harry?" Coulson asks.

"Harry Potter, the boy who lived. The hope for the wizarding world and all that rot. Fate's favorite whipping boy. . .or I should say Dumbledore's favorite toy. His parents were killed by the Dark Lord when he was fifteen months off and his godfather Sirius Black took off after the man who betrayed them, ultimately ending up in their prison without a trial for a dozen years until he escaped. With Black gone Dumbledore was able to put Harry with his mother's sister and her husband where he was abused for years. Grammy told me that they were arrested for abuse and neglect and his aunt, uncle, and cousin are in prison in England. That only happened because Dumbledore was out of the way and unable to keep the non-magical CPS from completing investigations anymore."

"Where is he now?"

"Harry? Living in Eureka with the town Sheriff who's one of Dumbledore's grandkids." Xander says, coming into the room. "Here, a photo album that one of the house elves brought out from Eureka when I said we were staying here." He identifies everybody.

"Is everybody magical?"

"Of all the kids? No, Dumbledore thought we were all squibs because most of our mothers bound our magic at birth to make sure he couldn't find us and take us. . .because it would be a disgrace for the great Albus Dumbledore to have a squib child. Though he really did, the school handyman Argus Filch. Not that he admitted he was Filch's father, he was just doing the poor man a boon by giving him a job in the wizarding world. . .where he grew into a hateful, bitter man surrounded by everything he didn't have."

"Magic."

"Yep. A handful of us had to have our magic unbound when we were brought to the school for the meeting, Doc, the second in command for the CSI lab, an undercover government agent, and an agent for another branch of the same agency. . .but while theirs is covert the other is out in the open. My magic wasn't bound but it was shielded by living on the Hellmouth for so long."

Steve blinks at the new picture in the back of the album. It's him and the others.

"They're linked and magically updating, now that you've been identified as a kid you're in the book."

"You know. . ." Clint says slowly. "Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Four looks a helluva lot like Steve for all that he's younger."

"He might be related in some way or other." Xander says slowly then his phone rings. "Hello. Oh hi Jack, what's. . .really?" he says slowly. "Huh, I thought the Hellmouth was weird. What can I. . .Okay, Yeah, I'll go and claim custody of him with the papers you're sending but. . .Okay, I'll head that way in an hour after I get a shower and change my clothes."

"Dawnie, I gotta head off. Seems Jack O'Neill has me heading to New Jersey to pick up somebody for him who's been hurt in a car accident, Dr. Savage and I are heading off with a private ambulance in an hour. I gotta shower and change my clothes before he picks me up."

"Okay, I gotta work on stuff for my classes." Tony settles in a corner of the living room with her to go over her classes, the others shaking their heads as they hear how bad the Sunnydale school was.

"That sounds like what we would have been learning." Bucky says. Steve nods. "Harry was in the same boat, Hogwarts didn't offer any non-magical classes and the magical classes they did offer were drastically dumbed down to make the purebloods feel better about themselves. This last school year was the first year they offered the new classes from the beginning of the school year. Harry says that the school lost a lot of purebloods, either to other schools that were in the same boat, because they were death eaters or sympathizers, or because parents didn't want to spend more money for their kids to take muggle classes." She sneers. "Not that they'll have magical children, they're already so inbred." She looks up as Xander comes through and kisses her on the hair before he heads down to the garage with Bucky. The private ambulance arrives and Xander gets in the passenger seat.

"Did Jack tell you who we're picking up?"

"His teenage clone created by a renegade Asgard alien who just finished high school? Yes." Doc looks at him.

Xander shrugs. "Grew up on the Hellmouth, nothing surprises me anymore."

"Who the hell are you?" Jon asks a few hours later after he's put in the back of an ambulance with his 'brother'. He might be hurt and this doesn't feel like a trap but he can't let appearances fool him.

"Xander Harris, or Alexander LaVelle Harris if you want the full name. Jack O'Neill called me and the guy driving to come pick you up when he got the news about the accident. Need us to go to an apartment or anywere else?"

"No, I'd already sent on everything to Colorado. How do you know Uncle Jack?"

Xander snorts. "Jack told us you're his clone. . .and can I say how fucking weird that is? You've been out of touch, Albus Dumbledore was killed nearly two years ago."

"Shit."

"Yeah, I'm another of his kids . . .so's Clark in the front. Need me to take over the driving?" He sees they're pulling into a rest area. Doc nods and they switch places.

"Doc Savage? Okay, now I know I'm still unconscious and hallucinating. Or the hospital has me stoned out of my mind on painkillers."

"Like Alexander I was unaware that my father wasn't my biological parent until Dumbledore's death."

"How many of us are there?"

"Over 30 boys and fifteen girls, and we haven't found all of them. If they weren"t magically adopted, they were hidden by other means. You've heard of Harry Potter?" Xander says from the front.

"The hero of the wizarding world? Yeah."

"He's a nephew, Dumbledore pretended to be his grandfather and knocked up his grandmother. When Harry's aunt was born a squib, he did it again. This time Harry's mother was born with magic, otherwise the old bastard would have just kept going."

"Christ."

"He kidnapped his daughter Petunia and bred her like a prize horse to a teacher at the school, using potions to make the pregnancy only three days. The baby was born and he thought she was a squib, he used a time turner and took her back in time to be adopted. Turns out she's a nature path witch."

"Christ, is there anything else?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure if I should tell you one of them."

"Tell me." he orders. Oh yeah, this is Jack O'Neill.

"Jacob Carter is your brother, like you he always knew the old bastard was your father. He's got an older son from his first marriage that's magical, he's the head of magical and non-magical law enforcement in a magical enclave in Oregon. I just moved there a couple months ago for work and schooling. I'm in New York because a couple old friends got killed."

Jon laughs. "So Carter's my niece." They pull into a rest area and Xander looks back at them.

"Yeah." Doc injects something into the iv.

"Okay, tell me the other one. . .I'm floating from whatever Doc just gave me."

"Dumbledore had a habit of stealing people and making everybody who loved them thinking they died."

"Charlie?" Jon asks. No. Oh god, no.

"Spent his entire life thinking he was the second son of Arthur and Molly Weasley until people started doing family tree tapestries and surprise, surprise his name wasn't on either of his parents tapestries. Seems Dumbledore had taken him before the shooting because that's the age. . ."

"He'd have gotten his letter for school."

"Exactly. The mediwitches and wizards broke the charms making him look like the rest of the family but it took more work to find the blocks on his memories, they weren't able to remove them. . .they were too deeply placed but they broke the leads to his magic keeping them active, they should eventually dissolve."

"You said he did this to somebody else?"

"Yeah, that time he stole one of his sons who was a CSI out of Miami, like you he left a golem in his place. He was shot in a jewelry store robbery. His boss held him as he died, begging him to hang on."

"Just like I did with Charlie."

"He kept Speed drugged for years, it was only when Dumbledore died and the tapestry said, location unknown for him that the goblins went looking and found him. He stole three children from the wizarding world but instead of making their families think they died he made sure nobody remembered they'd ever existed. . .it took Harry doing a family tapestry of his own because a charm had been broken to make them realize Dumbledore was his grandfather to find out there was a second Potter son. You might know the name. . .John Sheppard."

Jon swears in a number of languages. "Yeah, from what the others have said, he planned on trotting him out as the lost Potter heir after Harry ended up sacrificing himself for the 'greater good' but he's involved in whatever it is Jack and Jacob do so they couldn't find him."

Jon laughs. "That must have made the old goat mad. You said other kids?

"Yeah, it turns out Speed's boss, the one that was with him when he 'died' is actually a Weasley, stolen from the family to be put in another branch in the States that needed new blood. . .they'd been sent away from the main family for the 'horror' of having dark hair. . .dark hair usually meant they were squibs." Jon shakes his head. "God, just when you think the wizarding world can't get any worse."

"Yeah, anyway Horatio's got a nephew and niece, the boy's dark haired . . .and a wizard."

"Ha. Suck on that European wizarding world."

"While the girl's a redhead but too young to show magic and is recovering from a bone marrow transplant from the boy, seems the brother had been undercover and took in a young runaway as part of his cover."

"And had a kid?"

"Yeah. Horatio pretended the kid was his until she was diagnosed with cancer and needed the transplant, then had to tell Ray Jr's. mother the truth. He knew the girl was his brother's, she looked just like him at that age but everybody saw the hair and automatically assumed she was Horatio's. He stole a kid from a half-blood family that was having marital problems and thought a kid would bring them together."

"Didn't work?"

"That's why my parents adopted me, they'd have been better off divorcing and maybe getting sober and being happy instead of drunk and miserable."

"Yeah, that's a reason why parents should have to pass a test before they have kids. Anyway, he stole him and put him in a family?"

"Yeah, like your friend Sheppard he thought he was the first magical in his family. He went to school year-round in Canada, graduated early, went to university and got multiple degrees, got nabbed by the government here in the US to work for them first at area 51 then somewhere else. . ."

"Oh Christ, not McKay." Jon moans.

"Yep. From what the others told me, he's got a job in the magical government in Canada and was sent to where Jack works to hide the signs of magic. Anyway a couple years later they had a second son, the teacher he bred to Petunia."

"Christ."

"The cursebreakers are tearing apart the school to find all Dumbledore's little hiding spots but the old bastard had stuff hidden under so many charms it's nearly impossible."

"Think they've cleared an area, then trip something and find out you gotta start all over again." Jon sighs. "So what now?"

"I'm taking you to a private hospital I run while you recover."

"While I'm heading back to Sunnydale in a couple days with Dawnie for Willow's funeral and have Joyce dug up. We're cremating her and Buffy so Dawn has them nearby since we're not coming back to Sunnydale. If Willow's parents hadn't sent word back for the funeral home in Sunnydale to handle everything because they were busy we'd have done the same for her too. She and Buffy might have lost their damn minds with their special girl syndrome, but they were our friends."

"Okay, not that I'm complaining but why you two?" Jon asks.

"I'm old enough to be your older brother who just graduated from university, that's why I haven't been around for the last three years while you were attending high school. I was in New York with Dawn when Jack called. While Doc's got that private hospital for you to recover in."

"University." Doc looks at him.

"I've been accepted to MIT, I start classes this fall. If anybody in Sunnydale asks, I can say I've been working construction to save money for school. Everybody knows my parents never would have helped me with tuition."

In Sunnydale a couple days later Giles and Spike unlock the door of the Rosenberg home, Spike blinking as he walks into the building.

"Willow is dead and her parents can't really be said to live here, they haven't been here in years." Spike nods. "Where to start Watcher?"

"Empty the refrigerator and cabinets of everything that would go bad before they return. . .if they ever do. Find a outfit for her to be buried in. . .we'll have to do the same for Buffy. In Willow's case clean out all signs of her magick use."

Giles shakes his head at all the books she'd stolen from him and the others. He packs them up and makes sure her room is clean of everything that ever showed she dabbled, searching the building with his magic to make sure they got it all and swearing as he finds multiple areas set up throughout the building, all with Willow's magical signature on them.

"She was going down a dark path Watcher, she'd have destroyed somebody or something before long." Spike says as the last of the building is cleansed and they deliver the clothes for Buffy and Willow to the funeral home. Xander and Dawn arrive a couple days later and they have the graveside service. Xander detours to another cemetery and looks down at the Harrisses tombstone. He shakes his head as Giles pats his shoulder.

The Summers house has already been packed up and they follow the truck out of town for the last time, Giles counting to ten as Spike drives over the welcome to Sunnydale sign and defaces it with a can of spray paint before they drive away.

They settle at a cheap motel a few hours and a few hundred miles away.

"Giles, what are your plans?"

"I've been hired by Hogwarts as a lecturer for one of the elective classes they're going to be offering as a part of the new history curriculum. During the summers I can work on my own research."

"The watchers?"

"A bunch of useless wankers who self-destructed thanks to their own greed. The magical and non-magical governments took them out with extreme prejudice and relocated the girls to foster care homes. With some counseling they should be able to live normal lives. The Slayer spirit was pulled from Faith and destroyed by a group of wizards and other magic users, there will never be another Slayer for the watchers to control. Other groups can take care of demons just as well as they could and they don't use a child as a warrior to do it. They're going through all the Watchers records, weapons, artifacts, and money. If Buffy had managed to pull her head out of her arse and grow up, she'd have been awarded a portion as damages for her years of being the Slayer." Giles doesn't say it's all going to him now. And he plans on giving it to his children.

"What about the girls?"

"Most were given to the Council by their families because the knew what a Slayer was, some were stolen by them. Some are being raised by their watchers and will be dealt with later. Those that can't function in normal society will be taken in by the groups and trained to help the fight."

"Spike?"

"I'm going to be helping out the DADA teacher, showing the kiddies what a big, bad vampire really is."

"And having fun trying to make them piss themselves?" Dawn giggles.

"Oh yeah." Spike laughs.

"Dawn, how are you classes coming?"

"Slow, Sunnydale didn't offer a lot of this stuff so I'm learning all new stuff in addition to catching up in the classes that I did take. But Mommy wanted one of us to make something of herself and I'm the only one left now."