Disclaimer: Only two characters in the story are mine. The
rest are either Joss Whedon's or JK Rowling's. Wouldn't it be cool if they did
collaborate on something?
Sweet. Don't sue.
Teachers:
Angel: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Buffy and Faith: Self-Defense
Wesley: History of Magic
(Hermiones uncle)
Willow and Tara: Levitation
Giles: Magical lore and
Mythology
The
Beginning.
Black
Dogs and Englishmen
He was accustomed to people
banging on his door at all hours of the night.
But Wesley Wyndham-Pryce had
never opened his door to be faced with a large black dog before.
He was shocked.
And not because the dog
transformed into a black-haired, ripped-robed man.
Sirius? Wesley asked. Good
lord. Sirius Black?
Sirius nodded. Hello, Wesley.
Long time, no see.
Wesley took a step back. Black,
I dont know what you want here, but-
Sirius looked down. Wesley
I
its all my fault, I know, he said shamefully.
Youre damned bloody right it
is, Wesley snapped. How dare you show up here after all youve done!
I didnt turn in James and
Lily.
Wesley stopped dead. Liar.
No, Wesley, I didnt, Sirius
pleaded. Please
I switched places with Peter at the last minute. He turned
them in.
How dare you blame what you did
on a dead man! Wesley cried. Youre sick!
Hes not dead!
Sirius held out the Daily
Prophet article hed gotten two years back.
Wesley snatched it and studied
the photo of the Weasleys. He got one good look at Scabbers, or, as he now
realized, Peter Petigrew, and nearly fell over. Good lord.
I didnt turn them in.
Wesley nodded, but still stood
there looking stunned until Sirius gave him a short tight hug, complete with a
pat on the back.
Wesleys nose wrinkled. You
smell like-
Dog? Sirius asked. Well,
yeah.
Wesley shook his head. Sirius
how did you get here? Oh, forget that. How did you get out of Azkaban?
Sirius shook his head. Never
mind that. He walked into Wesleys apartment. Nice, mate.
Why are you here, of all
places? Wesley asked.
Sirius carefree expression
turned deathly serious as he stared at his old friend. Wes, old boy
Ive got
some bad news.
Well, lets have it.
Remember Voldemort?
Wesley glared. Thats the
stupidest question anyones ever asked me. What do you think, you right ponce?
Sirius sighed. Seems that old
Tom Riddle is back. And bodied.
Wesley went pale. This is a
joke. How the hell did you get out of Azkaban?!
Sirius shook his head. Wesley,
I tell you. I wish I were joking.
Wesley sat on his couch. You
should take a shower. He pointed. Showers that way. You can borrow some of
my clothes. Ill order a pizza.
Sirius gave him a blank look. Pizza?
Wesley shook his head. Just
go.
No sooner had Sirius closed the
bathroom door, was there another knock on the front one.
Wesley pulled it open to find
Albus Dumbledore standing there in, of course, his full wizard robes.
Professor Dumbledore? Wesley
asked, standing aside to let the older man inside. How did you get on my front
door step?
I apparated, he replied. And
it just wouldnt do to just show inside your home. Quite rude, I think. He
looked around. Its very nice. Has Sirius shown up yet?
Yes, Wesley replied. Hes in
the shower.
Dumbledore looked Wesley over
and nodded. He told you. Im sorry to spring this on you, Wesley, but we need
your help.
Wesley shook his head. Im no
wizard, anymore. Im a watcher remember? Just like my father wanted me to be.
He sighed. I dont think I can help you.
Dumbledore shook his head.
Quite the contrary. Im looking for some new teachers for some new class ideas
I have. And
I hear youve teamed yourself with some warriors.
Wesley nodded. A slayer and a
Champion. Theres another slayer thats not mine, but shes very close to mine.
She lives just south of here, with two witches and another watcher.
Well
Id love for you all to
come teach. And help protect the school from Voldemort, Dumbledore told him.
Any classes you want. He smirked. And practicing magic is somewhat like
riding a cycal, as you Muggles call it.
Its a Bicycle, Wesley
corrected him.
Well, whatever. The point is. I
want you and your friends. Whoever you think could do the trick in terms of
teaching and protecting. Id love to have you.
Please
Come to Hogwarts
You wanna put young,
impressionable minds in my hands? Wesley, did you get hit on the head, or
something?
Wesley sighed at Faith from
behind his desk in the Hyperian Hotels main office.
Its not just teaching, Sirius
explained. Its for protection as well.
Angel sighed. And youre
telling me Voldemort is back?
Whos that? Cordelia asked.
Dark wizard who went around
slaughtering normal humans and normal human-loving wizards, Angel replied.
Spike and Dru loved him if I recall correctly.
So
howd he die? Fred asked.
He didnt, Sirius replied.
His body did. My godson, Harry, destroyed it. Voldemort killed Harrys
parents. His mother died protecting him, and her love for the boy made him
untouchable to Voldemort. The curse he cast bounced off Harry and onto him.
Hes spent about 14 years trying to come back to power and finally succeeded a
month ago.
So, we go fight him, right?
Gunn asked. Kick his butt an everything?
Sirius shook his head. No. No,
you cant do it that way. Hes got power beyond your wildest dreams, and hes
got followers. Death Eaters. No weapon will protect you from them.
So how do you expect us to
fight them? Faith asked.
We dont, Sirius replied. We
just need you to protect the children.
Wesley sighed and looked to
Angel. They want Buffy, Willow, Tara and Giles, as well.
Angel looked down. Well
well
just have to call them.
Youre all right with that?
Cordelia asked doubtfully.
Why wouldnt I be?
Shes your ex.
Professor Dumbledore walked into
the hotel, looking around him. What a marvelous city. I swear, the Ministry
doesnt give you Muggles enough credit.
*RING*
Angel sighed as her voice came
through the phone.
Hello?
Buffy. Its Angel.
Hi, She said. Whats up?
Angel sighed. How do you feel
about teaching abroad?
That night, Angel was stuffing
his belongings into two over-night bags. One for clothing and the other for
weapons and books.
Cordelia sighed. I still dont
see why Fred, Gunn and I have to stay here.
Angel sighed back. Someones
gotta help the hopeless, right? You guys could come visit for holiday break in
December.
Cordelia shrugged. I guess so
have you called Buffy?
Yeah, Angel replied shortly.
She, Giles, Willow and Tara are gonna come.
Cordelia sighed. I wish I was
going.
Someones gotta help the
hopeless, Angel told her. You guysll do fine. They really need our help up
there.
I know, Cordelia replied.
Just
dont get killed.
Angel smirked. You always ruin
my fun.
Ha, ha, mister funny-pants.
A few days later, they had
apparated to Kings Cross in England.
Wesley felt like he was in his
First year of Hogwarts again. Without a word to his companions, he went through
the pillar that led to Platform 9 and ¾.
Angel sighed and followed,
shaking his head, followed by a large black dog.
Buffy blinked. I think I speak
for all of us when I say
huh?
Dumbledore chuckled. Platform 9
and ¾ is through that pillar. Just walk through.
Buffy blinked and glanced at her
friends. Okay. Willow, youre going with me.
They hooked arms, and walked
right through, followed by the rest of their group.
Giles sighed tiredly, and
brushed his jacket off. Faith turned to see that there was a door in place of
the pillar on the other side.
Okay. This just might be the
weirdest thing Ive ever done, she commented.
You mean besides Xander? Angel
asked, looking back.
Oh, suddenly youre all human
so you have the quickest wit ever? Faith snapped. Shut your mouth.
Angel smirked, and hopped on the
train with his two suitcases.
Buffy stared after him with a
curious glance.
Angel
alive
in the sun
making
silly jokes.
It was new.
It was
attractive.
Someones having lusty
wrong-thoughts.
Buffy snapped her attention to
Willow. So not!
Willow snickered. Whatever you
say. Come on. Lets get on the train.
The two girls walked on the
train, and sat in a booth with Tara and Faith.
What do you think this will be
like? Tara asked.
I dont know, Willow replied.
Fun, I hope.
Me, too.
So, Rupert. Its good to see
you again.
Giles smiled at Dumbledore.
You, too. I hope youre well.
I am.
Good.
Wesley stared from one man to
the other, and blinked. Y-you know each other?
Dont be thick, Wesley, Giles
snapped. I was a seventh-year at Hogwarts when you were in your first. All
future watchers are sent to Hogwarts.
Dumbledore smirked. You forget,
Rupert, that you dropped out in the middle of your seventh-year. That, and
first and seventh-years barely give each other the time of day.
Giles cleared his throat. Yes,
well
I did know a few first years
James Potter and Sirius Black.
Who didnt? Wesley muttered,
patting the black dog next to him on the head.
When they arrived off the
Hogwarts express, there were a few small boats waiting for, one with an
incredibly large man standing in it. He had long black hair with an equally
long beard.
Lo, Professor. These the new
acquisition?
Yes, Hagrid, Dumbledore
replied. These are the new teachers. Everyone, this is Rubeus Hagrid, the
Hogwarts groundskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures Professor.
By Merlin, Hagrid said in
astonishment. Issat Wesley Wyndham-Pryce?
Hullo, Hagrid, Wesley smirked.
Its good to see you.
Hagrid smiled, and patted the younger
man on the shoulder as he boarded. You, too, Wesley. Hows life treated ya?
Same as everyone else, I
guess, Wesley smirked. Youve become a professor. Thats wonderful.
Hagrid nodded. Thanks. Im
always excited about startin a new year.
They boarded the boats, and
started their journey to the Castle.
Faith stared down at the water,
and then at the people she was riding with. Wesley was keeping up a good
conversation with Hagrid, Dumbledore was speaking with Giles, who in the other
boat, and Angel was staring at
Buffy.
Heh, heh, heh.
Silently, she moved behind her
zoned-out friend, and flipped him off the boat.
FAITH!
Wesley shook his head. Faith.
Why did you do that?
Faith shrugged. Seemed like a
good idea at the time.
Hagrid grinned, and stopped
rowing the boat. He grasped Angel by the shirt and lifted him back onto the
boat. He smirked at Faith. Youll fit in well wi yer students. Specially if
ya wind up with the Weasley twins.
Dumbledore shook his head.
Dont get Professor Morgan ideas, Hagrid. That could end badly
for a
Slytherin.
Angel shook out his head and
glared at Faith, he glanced at Buffy, who was giggling along with Willow and
Tara.
She was so beautiful when she
laughed.
Hed forgotten that.
Although with the relationship
theyd had, it was easy to forget.
Faith rolled her eyes. She was
about to flip Angel off the boat again, but her hand was grabbed by Wesley.
Once is enough, dont you
think?
Faith rolled her eyes again and
slumped back, grumbling to herself.
They finally made their way to
the school, and Dumbledore led them inside, where all the other teachers were
lined up, waiting for their arrival. They were introduced to Professor
MacGonagall, Madame Hooch, Madame Pomfrey, Professor Flitwick, and Professor
Sprout, and a host of others.
And then there was the
greasy-looking one in black.
Wesley glared.
What the hell is he doing
here? He said to Dumbledore. You didnt tell me he was going to be here.
Now, Wesley, Dumbledore said.
Hes our potions teacher
and Remus can deal with him-
Remus has an infinite supply of
patience that the rest of us could never have. You honestly expect me to deal
with Snape?
Yes.
Wesley shook his head. Fine.
Merlin help me, but fine.
Snape glared at Wesley. The
feeling is mutual, Pryce. Believe me.
Stop it, both of you, or Ill-
Both turned to stare at
Professor MacGonagall.
Just
try and get along, she
told them.
Dumbledore
sighed at his new group of teachers, as they took their seats in his office.
Unfortunately, there arent enough rooms in the teachers wing to accommodate
all of you. You may have to double and triple up.
The group turned to each other,
as Dumbledore waited expectantly.
Okay, Buffy said. This is how
its going to work. Angel and I will share a room. Willow, Tara and Faith.
Giles and Wesley.
Giles gave his slayer a stern
look. You and Angel are not rooming together. Youll room with Faith, Buffy.
Angel, youll room with Willow and Tara.
Buffy rolled her eyes.
Dumbledore smiled at the scene.
Hed heard tell of the famous Slayer/Vampire forbidden romance. Hed also heard
that said vampire was now human.
Dont roll your eyes at me,
Buffy Anne Summers, Giles said calmly. This is a school, not a cheep motel.
Who said anything about cheep?
she asked.
Yeah, really, Faith added on.
Its pretty swanky for a school. But Im sure B and A could turn it into the
sight for a sleazy pornography in no time.
Buffy glared at her sister slayer.
Angel sat between the two girls,
reading a hefty book entitled: Hogwarts: A History. He was completely
oblivious to the conversation. He put it down, and looked curiously at
Dumbledore. I thought Riddle went to Durmstrang?
Dumbledore became grave and
sighed. Oh, no. Thomas Riddle was a student at Hogwarts. One of the finest. I
was only a teacher at the time, though.
Angel nodded and went back to
reading.
Tara became curious. Whos
Thomas Riddle?
Dumbledore pursed his lips. An
ex-student. Very powerful.
And dangerous, and evil,
Wesley added. He turned into one of the darkest wizards the world has ever
seen. He went around killing Muggle-born wizards, and anyone who got in his
way.
Who was this guy? Faith asked.
Thomas Riddle, Giles replied.
Otherwise known as Voldemort.
The Buffy and the two witches
blinked at them.
Dumbledore sighed. Another
time. Its quite late. Why dont you all go settle in. Tomorrow is a big day.
And a word of advice, while youre here
Be aware of your students
theyre not
all
well
innocent.
On
The Fast Track
Buffy opened the door, and was
about to leave, before Angel pulled her back into his grasp and kissed her
softly. See you tomorrow.
She nodded with a satisfied
smirk. I love you.
He sighed, resting his forehead
against hers. I love you, too.
And thats when they heard a
throat clear.
They looked out the door slowly
to see Severus Snape glaring in at them.
Professor Snape, Angel said
nervously. What brings you about this early?
I was on my way back from a
discussion with Professor Dumbledore, he replied. And your door was open.
Buffy sighed and looked from one
man to the other. Actually, I was just about to go back to my room, which is
why the doors open.
Snape just stared.
We were
discussing
Angel
stammered. How defense against the dark arts and
physical defense class could
combine for maybe a crossover.
Buffy nodded vigorously. I
gotta go back to my room. Thanks, Angel. Youre views were
helpful. Well talk
again soon. With that, she rushed out of the room and down the hall.
Snape glared at Buffys back,
and then turned his glare on Angel, who could only think to shrug, and shut his
door.
Severus?
Snape turned around to be faced
with the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster, Snape greeted.
Whats going on? Dumbledore
asked. Why are you outside of Professor OBriens room?
Snape sighed. Theres something
strange going on with them.
Albus sighed. Well, theyre adults.
Im sure they can handle it.
They dont act like adults,
Snape pointed out. They act more like sixth-years.
Dumbledore smiled. I find it
quite refreshing to see two young people who havent lost their flare for life.
Now, Im off to bed. Goodnight, Severus.
Goodnight, Headmaster. With
that, Snape walked in the other direction.
Dumbledore tapped lightly on
Angels door. He opened it slowly. Professor Dumbledore, he greeted. Top o
th
he looked at his watch. Mornin.
Albus smiled. Hello, Angel. I
hear youve just had a bit of a run-in with Professor Snape.
Angel sighed. Wasnt
anything.
Hes a wonderful teacher,
Angel, Albus replied. He tends to terrorize his students a bit though. Im
off to bed. He smiled. Big day tomorrow. The students arrive. I suggest you
get some rest, yourself.
The
Shuffle
The train stopped at the station
and Hermione, Ron, and Harry hopped off. Ron and Hermione had been acting
strangely since theyd first seen each other at Kings Cross. Harry wrote it
off for now, too excited about the start of the new term.
They were met by Hagrid as they collected some of their things.
Apparently, as fifth years, they
could choose any mode of transportation they wanted to get to the Hogwarts
castle.
Can we ride with you again,
Hagrid? Hermione asked. Please?
He smiled. I dont see why
not. He began to lead them to boats. So, how were yer summers?
We spent the whole summer at
Rons house! Harry said. It was great! Charlie and Bill taught us how to
float tables.
Then youll be all ready fer
th new levitation class wont ye? Hagrid asked.
Levitation? Hermione asked.
Hagrid nodded. Two o the new
teachers are headin off tha one. Should be interestin. Good folk the new teachers
are. First Muggle-born teachers Hogwarts has eer had.
Really? Ron asked. Whatre
they like?
Hagrid smiled. Therere seven
of em. Three fellas. Four girls. Real nice people, an they look li theyll
make competent teachers.
They boarded the boat, and
Hagrid began to lead the first-year boats toward the school.
Although, its rumored tha two
of em er havin and affair, he informed them.
Really, thats not very
professional, Hermione said.
No, Hagrid agreed. But they
keep t themselves. Dont make any noise. Apparently, all seven teachersve
known each other for quite some time.
This should get interesting,
Ron said, steeling a glance at Hermione. She smirked at him.
Harry rolled his eyes. Great.
Weirdness.
The great hall was jam-packed,
as usual, as it was, after all the great feast that opened up every school
year. The sorting had been done, and Dumbledore addressed the masses.
Welcome back to another year at
Hogwarts! As you all well know from your letters, we have begun an exchange
program with the American Wizarding school of Plenard in Massachusetts. Only
two of our numbers were brave enough to sign up for this program. Parvoti
Patil, and Lavender Brown. And in return, Hogwarts will be receiving two
American students. I expect you all to treat them well when they arrive.
Also, This year, we have new classes,
and new teachers to go along with them. May I present to you, the Magical lore
and myth Professor, Rupert Giles
An man, looking a bit older than
the others, stood up in gray robes. His hairline was receding and turning gray,
but he was handsome, none-the-less. He nodded to the student body, very
professionally.
The
Levitation professors, Willow Rosenberg and Tara Maclay
A
redheaded woman in equally red robes stood up, along with a blond in olive
green. They both waved to the crowd nervously.
The
physical defense teachers, Professors Buffy Summers and Faith Morgan
A
blond woman in white robes stood up, dragging a brunette woman with her. Her
robes were black. The blond waved and smirked, while the brunette did nothing,
just looking amongst the masses.
The
History of Magic teacher, Professor Wesley Wyndham-Pryce
A
sandy-blond-haired man stood up, pushing his glasses up his nose. His robes
were dark blue and he nodded, like Professor Giles.
Hermione
couldnt believe it. Ron
Harry
thats
thats my Uncle
They
both looked at her as if she were mad. What? Ron asked.
My
mothers brother
Wesley
And
the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Angel OBrien.
A
tall man, looking about the age of each of the women stood up. His hair was
dark brown and spiked, and his robes were even blacker than Snapes. He gave a
short bow.
Parvoti
Patil and Lavender Brown giggled.
Hes
cute, Parvoti said in a squeaky voice.
I
hear hes having an affair with the blond in white, Lavender whispered. Lucky
is what she is.
Dumbledore
smiled upon his teachers. Lets eat!
Im
looking for Hogwarts: A History, Wesley told the librarian. Im having
a bit of trouble finding it.
The
librarian sighed, and whispered. The same one keeps renewing it. Has been for
five years! Its amazing how many times that Hermione Granger can read the same
book over.
Wesleys
brow furrowed. Hermione Granger? What house is she in?
Gryffindor,
I believe. But she practically lives here.
Wesley
smiled. Youve been most helpful.
He
walked away, into the depths of the books, leaving the librarian looking rather
stunned.
Hermione
was sitting in her favorite spot, reading a forgotten passage of Hogwarts: A
History.
Shouldve
known Id find you lurking about here.
She
turned slowly, and looked up to see her uncle, Wesley smiling down at her with
his arms crossed.
Uncle
Wesley! she cried, getting up, and hugging him.
Not
so loud, he told her, wrapping his arms around her. This is library, you
know.
Whereve
you been? Hermione asked. Mums been trying to reach you for ages.
Wesley
sighed. After my
watching ended
I got stuck in LA.
Why?
He
smirked. Youve been going to Hogwarts too long. Its called currency. And the
fact that I had none. But
I was offered this job
here, as were a few of my
friends. So we all decided a change of scenery might be nice, and took them.
And here I am.
Hermione
smiled. Wait till Mum hears. Ive got to send her an Owl.
Angel
had notice a change since the students had arrived.
Not
only did he feel as if Snape was watching his every move, but every female
student kept following him, trying to be noticed.
Well,
he thought. I may be oblivious to some things
but 250 years has taught me
to know when Im being followed.
He
smirked as he passed Buffy in the hall. She was giving deathly glares to each
of the girls tailing him.
Im
sending an Owl to Cordelia. Wanna join me? he asked.
She
smiled and nodded. I should send one to Dawn.
They
joined hands, stopping each girl dead in their tracks, and headed up the
stairs.
Just
Like Home
Their first class the following
Monday was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Hermione, Harry and Ron strode
in early and took a look around the classroom.
At the large wooden desk sat
Professor Angel OBrien. His brown hair was spiked, and his robes seemed even
blacker than Professor Snapes. Underneath, he wore a dark red button-down
shirt with black slacks, and black boots. He looked up at them and gave a nod
and a smirk. He got to his feet, revealing that he was over six feet in height.
Didnt expect anyone t be
early, he told them. Cn I get some names, please?
Ronald Weasley,
Their Professor looked down at
his attendance sheet and nodded. Nice t meet you.
Im Hermione Granger.
Heard lots about you. I expect
great things, Professor OBrien told her.
She smiled.
Im Harry Potter.
Ah, their teacher said. Now
theres a name. Nice tmeet you lot. Pull up some seats, the rest of the class
should be in any minute.
He was right. A few moments
later, the rest of the class hustled in and took to the seats.
Professor OBrien took roll, and
then leaned against his desk, looking around. Youre all in the same seats
from Transfiguration. Lets mix things up a bit. Im sure no one bites.
No one except our Dark Arts teacher a couple years back,
Draco snorted.
The Slytherins laughed along
with a few Gryffindors.
Well, Professor OBrien said
with a smirk. I used to, so I guess tha makes us even.
The class fell silent.
Their teacher smirked wildly.
Well get to that later. Ron, why dont you and Draco switch places?
Ron went slightly pale at the thought
of sitting next to Crabbe and Goyle, but did as he was told.
Malfoy sat next to Hermione with
a disgusted face. Great. Right next to a Mudblood.
Ron was up in a snap, on his way
over to Malfoy.
Scuse me, Mr. Malfoy. What did
you just call Miss. Granger?
Nothing, Draco replied,
becoming nervous at the dark look that fell on his teachers face.
Did I hear the word Mudblood
come outta yer mouth?
No.
Yes, you did, Hermione
replied, slumping in her chair. Loud and clear.
Professor OBrien shook his
head. Right then. Get out.
Draco blinked. What?
Y heard what I said, Malfoy.
Out. Now.
Draco didnt move. He was too
shocked.
If you dont get outta my class
room right now-
With that, Draco Malfoy rose
quickly and rushed out, pushing Ron on the way.
Thats eighty points from
Slytherin! Professor OBrien cried. He looked upon his remaining students.
Sorry about that. Lets get on with our first unit, shall we?
While their first Dark Arts
class had been incredibly interesting, Hermione, Ron and Harry were still
shaken by their new teachers reaction to Malfoy.
I like him already, Ron told
his friends. Eighty points from Slytherin. That had to hurt.
Professor Snape rushed past
them, right into Professor OBriens classroom.
That should get interesting,
Hermione commented. He didnt have to do that. Im used to Malfoy being
horrible.
Hes not, Harry told her. He
looked rather offended.
Hes Muggle-born, said a voice
from next to them.
They turned to look at Professor
MacGonagall.
She sighed. He came to this
school a very long time ago, and, according to records, was teased about being
so.
Did you go to school with him?
Harry asked.
She sighed. Hes much older
than I, Potter. Even older than Dumbledore. With that, she walked off.
He barely looks thirty,
Hermione pointed out.
Come on, Ron said. Well
figure it out later. Lets get to History.
Hello, Class. Im Professor
Wyndham-Pryce. Welcome to Magical History in the 19th, 20th,
and 21st centuries. Obviously, Im a new teacher, so, please, dont
skewer me on my first day. If I remember Hogwarts correctly, thats saved for
day two.
The class giggled.
You went to Hogwarts,
Professor? Seamus asked.
Their teacher nodded. That I
did.
When? Dean asked.
A long while ago, he replied.
Before V- I mean
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
So you went to school with my
Parents? Harry asked.
Yes, actually, I did, Pryce
smiled. Along with your former Dark Arts Professor, Remus Lupin.
And Sirius Black? Ron asked.
He nodded. Sirius, too. Along
with your Potions teacher, Severus Snape, Dracos father, Lucius Malfoy, and a
host of other names, youve all probably heard before. But, unfortunately, we
are not here to discuss my Hogwarts days. Although, if anyone would like to
spend their lunch in here one day, I could tell you the most extraordinary
tales from back then. Now
onto business.
She held up a wand. If you face
off against someone who is bigger and stronger than you, this is whats going
to happen. Faith snapped the wand in two. It gave a little spark as she did.
She dropped it on the floor and stared at their class.
Buffy leaned against the wall
behind her. She knew quite well that Faith was more menacing than she was.
Buffy was fairly certain she could win if she and Faith ever fought again, but
she wasnt menacing, with her blond hair, and nice flowered sundress under her
white wizards robes.
Faith, on the other hand, like
Angel, wore black wizards robes. And underneath she wore a blank tank top and
vinyl pants, which was not at all like Angel. Her hair was dark and down as
usual, and she looked mean.
Buffy could only look mean when
she was feeling mean. And she was fairly chilled out.
Until she heard a comment from
one of their students.
He was blond. Very blond. And
snide-looking, too.
One name came to mind.
Spike.
Buffy shook her head out, and
listened to his comment as Faith explained the point of their class.
This should be good. A girl
is going to teach us how to fight.
Faith stopped dead in her
tracks.
The room went silent.
Did I just hear you say
something, Flaxen-breath? she asked. She walked right up to him, grabbed his
collar and lifted him off the ground. I dont like your mouth, kid. You better
watch it with me, you understand?
The blond squeaked.
I expect an answer Dweebo!
Faith snapped. NOW!
Yes! I understand! He cried
with his eyes closed.
Faith set him down, and
addressed the room. You see that? Never let anybody push you around like I
just did to- whats yer name?
D-Draco Malfoy.
Right.
Whatever. Not even a teacher. You guys live in a world where anyone, anyone can
go bad, and push people around. Take the V-word for instance. You gotta learn
to be ready for anything. And thats what I, and Professor Summers are here
for.
Welcome to Levitation! Im
Professor Maclay.
And Im Professor Rosenberg
ugh
it makes me sound so old.. Forget that, just call me Willow.
Hey, Weasley! Draco Malfoy
called from the back of the room. Another relative of yours?
Shut it, you Ferret-y bastard,
Ron snapped.
Willow looked down at her
seating chart and smirked. Hey, you, Malfoy, Spike, whatever your name is,
come sit in the front row.
Draco rolled his eyes.
Wonderful. He got up and moved to the front of the classroom, right across
from Ron.
Wanna see something fun?
Willow asked Ron. She raised a hand, and Malfoy flew into the air. He screamed,
and landed safely back in his seat.
The class laughed.
Thats a taste of what youll
be learning in here, Professor Maclay said nervously. T-Thank you, Willow,
for that wonderful example.
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce walked back
into his classroom after picking up some lunch in the great hall to find the
desks full with students. Not only ones hed had in his class, but ones he
didnt recognize, as well. Two boys who looked remarkably like Ron Weasley,
along with a girl who had their features. The Gryffindor Quidditch team, along
with Angel, Buffy, Faith, Willow, Giles and Tara. And, to his surprise,
Dumbledore and Snape as well.
He blinked. Hello, everyone.
What can I do for you?
You said you had some juicy
gossip, Wesley, Albus Dumbledore replied with a smile. Lets have it.
Wesley smiled and took a seat at
his desk. Well, let me start out by saying that these stories are true. This
was all before He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Back to a time when I was a third-year
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
.
At the same time, outside of the
library A small Ravenclaw boy fell too the ground, dead. His eyes still open.
It had been Neville Longbottom
whod found the Ravenclaw. Neville screamed so high and so loud it had brought
everyone within a 20-mile radius running to the scene.
The group that had gathered in
Wesleys classroom came rushing up, Angel in the lead. He stopped short, making
everyone behind him slam into each other.
Angel went ghostly pale.
I didnt do it, Neville
stammered. I swear. It wasnt me. I found him like this. Please dont send me
to Azkaban.
Angel put up his hands.
Neville
no one is blaming you. What
happened?
I
didnt touch him, I swear. I
found him like this, Neville looked as though he were about to cry.
Angel inched forward, and looked
over the boy, noticing two small, red puncture holes in his neck. His skin was
white. Other than the holes, the boy had no signs of injury.
Angel sighed. Buffy? Faith?
The girls came forward and
glanced at the boys neck.
Faith stamped a foot. Dammit!
Hermione looked horrified,
clutching Rons arm. W-what happened to him?
Dumbledore turned to the crowd
forming. Everyone back to your common rooms! House leaders will wait with you
until we have further information! Go! Now!
The crowd turned and walked
away, all except Harry, Ron and Hermione.
You heard what Professor
Dumbledore said, Willow told them. Well let you know.
The three looked at each other,
and then hesitantly headed back to Gryffindor tower.
Dumbledore turned to them.
Well? You all seem to know whats going on.
Vampires, Angel said. Youve
got some kinda nest in the school.
What? Dumbledore asked. How
can that be?
This is very clean work,
Wesley commented. Theyre obviously quite old and quite skilled.
Any calling cards? Buffy
asked.
Angel sighed. Not that I can
tell.
Dumbledore looked around them
and spotted Peeves staring from around a corner. Come on. Wed better discuss
this far away from prying eyes.
He herded them to his office and
shut the door.
What about the body? Faith
asked.
Ive already called Madam
Pomfry and the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore informed them. They should be on
their way. You said vampires?
Two puncture marks on the side
of the neck, Angel replied. Standard obvious hint.
Usually, Giles said. If the
vampire is well-known, it will leave some sort of calling card.
It was way clean, Faith
commented. Especially for a vampire. So the vampire was female.
Wesley nodded. Yes, that should
be right. But even females get a bit sloppy, especially if theyre in a hurry.
Angel pounded a fist on
Dumbledores desk. Damn.
Buffy stared at him. What?
What vampire is just insane
enough to make a killing that clean? Angel asked, looking at Buffy with
worried and guilty eyes.
Buffy got his drift immediately
and slid into the chair next to him. Oh, god.
And whos just crazy enough to
bring her here if she wanted to be here? Angel asked.
Oh, god.
Dumbledore shook his head. If
the two great warriors have theories, theres no use in keeping them from the
rest of us.
Spike and Dru, Angel replied.
Its gotta be.
No railroad spike, Faith
pointed out.
Wasnt Spikes killing, Buffy
said. It was Drus. Shes anal.
We gotta find them, Angel
said, getting to his feet. Im gonna go unpack my weapon bag. Ill be up in my
room. He turned to Dumbledore. In the meantime, if I were you, Id start
hanging crosses around every corner, and replacing all of your water supplies
with the holy type. He shouted back as he left. And keep the curtains open in
the daytime!
Blood
and Bleach
The
school was buzzing with news of Ravenclaws violent demise. For three days, the
scene of his murder was closed off, and Ministry of Magic officials littered
the halls. Several different officials had questioned Neville several different
times, and Harry suspected the boy was traumatized for life.
The
week afterward, there was definite changes in the attitudes of the professors
and the look of the school. Youd couldnt turn around without seeing a cross
hanging from the wall, and all curtains, by order of headmaster Albus
Dumbledore, and the Ministry of Magic, were to remain open until the sun had
completely set.
Night Quidditch practices were
banned, and all teachers were on patrol for students wandering at night.
Professors Rosenberg, Wyndham-Pryce, Giles and Maclay did nightly dorm checks
and roll calls, while Professors OBrien, Summers and Morgan roamed the
grounds.
Rumors of Vampires spread like
wildfire.
And finally, it happened.
Draco Malfoy had slipped out as
soon as the Slytherin check-in was through, and headed into the halls of Hogwarts.
He was desperate to find himself
a real-(un)live vampire.
He didnt want to confront it,
or kill it. Just to see it. Maybe watch it kill.
He
turned a corner to see a man and woman strutting through the halls, arm in arm.
They looked quite pleased with themselves.
The
cat tasted li chalk, the woman pouted in a breathy voice, her long, red dress
flowed elegantly as it only slightly touched the floor.
The
man, a bleach-blond with blue eyes, wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt and a
long, leather duster, sighed. Told you not t eat th cat, ducks. I offered
you some janitor, but you wouldnt have it.
He
looked crusty, the woman replied. Her eyes widened. And Id never tried kitty
before.
She
stopped dead in her tracks, and sighed. I smell boy.
The
man smirked mischievously and lit a cigarette hed pulled from a pack in his
jacket. Do you, now? Now, thats interesting. Thought they were lockin up th
little buggers till they fixed their vampire problem.
Rotten,
stinky, dishonest boy, the woman went on. Come out, boy. Let Mummy have a
look at you.
Malfoy
didnt move, unfortunately, he did let out an involuntary squeak.
The
man stopped. I heard that. He swaggered around the corner, and stood in front
of Draco. Hello, there. What brings you down this way at such an
unsafe time
of night.
V-V-V-
Vampires?
the man asked. Names William the Bloody, mostly known as Spike, now. That over
there, thats my baby, Drusilla.
Y-youre-
Vampires,
Spike finished, taking a drag off his cigarette, showing off his black-painted
fingernails. We knew that. You obviously knew that. Shut up so I can eat you.
He
looks like you.
Spike
turned to Drusilla. What?
She
smiled and walked up to the two boys. She grabbed Malfoys cheeks and pulled as
hard as she could without ripping them off. He looks just like you, Spike.
Blond, and mean and nasty.
Sounds
like Spike to me.
The
trio turned to see Angel OBrien leaning against a wall.
You
didnt think youd actually get away, did you? Angel asked.
Youre
not my Daddy, Drusilla said roughly. Go away.
Not
until youre dead, Drusilla, Angel replied. Shoulda offed you when I had the
chance.
Liar,
Drusilla snarled. You couldnt do it. You still cant.
Maybe
not, Angel replied. But Ill be perfectly happy about killing Spike.
Like
you could, Spike replied with a smirk. Youre nothing but a washed up, puny
human. Were vampires, mate. We can break you.
Ah,
but you cant possibly break both of us, said a female voice.
Professor
Buffy Summers sauntered up to stand next to Angel, followed closely by
Professor Faith Morgan.
Let
the Slytherin go, Faith said.
Look
at this. The dynamic bloody duo back together and still in denial. And theyve
even brought along the killer as well. Finally out of your cell, are you?
What
happened to the chip, Spike? Buffy asked.
Dru
did me right, he explained. just plunged a hand right into my skull and
ripped the bugger out, just li the Powers did with your demon, Nancyboy. Cept
a lot more painful.
You
wanna know painful? Angel growled. Its gonna be when I rip your head off.
Harsh
words, Poof. Can you back em up?
I
dont think you wanna find out.
Spike,
Im hungry, Drusilla wined.
So,
eat.
You
put one fang near him, and youre dust, Buffy said, aiming her crossbow.
They
were at a standoff. Angel and Faith ready to jump Spike, Buffy with her
crossbow pointed at Drusilla, Drusillas hand gripping Malfoys throat tightly.
And
thats when Peeves showed up.
VAMPIRES!!!
THERE ARE VAMPIRES AT HOGWARTS! he screamed.
Spike
and Drusilla took this as their chance to make a run for it. They left Malfoy
to fall to his knees.
Angel,
Faith and Buffy gave mad chase through the halls, not bothering to check on
Malfoy. They came to a three-way intersection and split up, only to meet back
at the same spot twenty minutes later.
I
got nothing, Faith growled. Dammit! Where the hell did they go?!
Angel
sighed. They coulda gone to one of the dorms.
Without
a password? Buffy asked.
Theyre
good, Angel said. They could easily get one.
They
walked back to where Malfoy was still sitting on the cold stone floor.
Buffy
knelt down in front of him, and began examining his head and neck. Are you
alright?
Fine,
no thanks to you lot, Draco snapped.
Angel
glared. Hes fine. And thats ten points from Slytherin for disrespectful
words to a teacher.
And
another ten for being out of bed when youre not supposed to be, Buffy added,
as she finished looking over his neck. What were you thinking, roaming around
like that?
Malfoy
shrugged. I dont know
Faith
smirked. This one wanted to see him a real dead vampire, didnt you, Draco?
Maybe,
he snapped back. What do you care? You didnt even check to see if I was
alright after that witch let me go.
That
was no witch, Buffy told him. That was Drusilla. A very dangerous, very
insane vampire.
Angel
sighed and shook his head out. And I made her that way. Buffy, Faith, you guys
get Malfoy back to his dorm. Im gonna keep looking.
Buffy
got to her feet, shaking her head. I wont let you face them alone. Spikes
de-chipped. Hes more dangerous than ever, now. And youre human.
With
strength, and at least a little healing, Angel reminded. Ill be okay. Go.
Check on Willow and the others.
No,
Buffy replied. I wont let you take full responsibility for this.
Angels
eyes became hard. They are my responsibility.
Theyre
here because of me, too, yknow, Buffy replied harshly. Spike wants me dead.
Faith
shook her head. Come on, Malfoy. Lets get you to bed, and let them duke it
out and waste time.
Why
do they fight like that? Draco asked, looking back at the two teachers.
Faith
shook her head. Its a long, sad story. You dont wanna know. No one does. I
wish I didnt.
I
cant believe you talked me into letting you come.
Buffy
smirk, and pulled her large blue sweat-pants up. Her white sweatshirt protected
her from the cold, and her feet were in, of course, black and white sneakers.
You cant say no to me, she told him dryly. If I were Spike and Dru, where
would I be?
Angel
sighed as they walked through the great hall. He put his hands on his black
sweat-pants covered hips, and shrugged his black t-shirt covered shoulders. I
was thinking Hogsmeade.
Buffy
shook her head. They cant be that far away by now.
Angel
sighed. I know were not in the sewer or anything, but we should talk about
whats been happening.
Buffy
blinked. That was a random change of topic. What do you mean, Whats been
happening?
With
us, Angel replied. Can this really work with us?
Buffy
sighed. Angel, do you love me?
He
nodded. Forever.
I
love you. But youre right. We still have a lot of talking to do. About
Riley
and Spike, and Cordy, and Jeirah, and missing days, and
and everything.
He
nodded, and kissed her. Im just sick of sneaking around.
Me,
too, Buffy replied. But itll be over soon.
Angel
nodded again. Okay. Lets keep looking.
Little
did the two professors know that they were being watched, and listened to.
Underneath
the long Gryffindor table, sat Harry, Ron and Hermione underneath Harrys
invisibility cloak. Ron flung it off when Professor OBrien and Professor
Summers had left.
I
didnt need to see that, Harry muttered.
Who
are Spike and Dru? Ron asked.
Obviously
whatever it was that kill INSERT NAME, Harry replied.
Vampires,
Hermione said. I should go ask my uncle Wesley. Now, come on. If were
spotted, well get into trouble.
Far
too late for that, Hermione Katherine Granger.
The
trio looked up to find Professor Wyndham-Pryce standing over them, wearing
jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
What
are you three doing out? Wesley asked. Its dangerous. Please, go back to the
tower.
What
about you? Hermione asked. Whatre you doing out?
Looking
for Professors OBrien and Summers.
They
just left, Ron told him.
Wesley
nodded. Im going to escort you three back to the tower, he told them.
They
walked back up to the common room in the Gryffindor tower, to find Professor
MacGonagall looking furious.
Good
lord! she cried. Where did you find them!? What happened?! Why were they
out?!
Wesley
sighed, cool as ever. Hermione had another sleep-walking case
when she was
younger she had them all the time, not so much anymore, but once in a blue moon
anyways, I found them in the Great Hall. Ron and Harry had followed her to try
and wake her up. She walked into a table, and snapped out of it, and thats
when I found them.
MacGonagall
glared into Wesleys light blue eyes, and finally sighed. Fine. But no more of
that. Granger, look yourself in your room if you have to. I dont want anyone
out at night. Period. Did you find Professors OBrien and Summers?
Wesley
sighed. No, I did not, unfortunately. Im certain theyre fine. Theyre quite
skilled. Not Aurors, mind you, but very good at what they do.
Meanwhile,
Willow and Tara were stuck in the Slytherin common room.
The students were completely
silent, as was Snape, whod told them to all be silent. Willow and Tara had
resorted to playing Cats Cradle with the drawstring from Taras gray sweat
pants. Willow had given her red drawstring to Pansy Parkinson, who actually
thanked her for it.
And then the door was kicked
open, and Faith walked in confidently, her combat boots making loud thuds on
the wooden floor. She was wearing black boxers and an equally black tank top.
Her hair, as always, was loose.
Right behind her was Draco
Malfoy.
Snape looked furious.
Where have you been? He
glared.
He went vampire-huntin, Faith
replied. Almost got himself eaten. Id pay closer attention to your charges,
if I was you, Sev. They get lost easily yknow. Oh
and
ten points off for a
nasty comment to a teacher, and another ten off for being out of bed. Now, if
youll all scuse me, I need to go find me some dead uns.
She smirked at Willow and Tara
and tromped out.
Snape glared after her.
Gym
Shorts
I dont believe it.
Ron held up yellow gym shorts
with HOGWARTS printed on the back, and a gray t-shirt with a smaller Hogwarts
emblem.
Hermione sighed. They have them
in Muggle schools. Apparently, you can work much better in these than you can
in robes.
Ron scowled. Im not wearing
these.
Wanna bet, Weasley?
They turned to see Professor
Morgan.
Did you check these out with
Professor Dumbledore? Harry asked.
Professor Summers smiled as she
walked up. He thought they were cute.
Malfoy walked out, wearing his
gym clothes. I hate Muggles.
Morgan snickered. The shorts
are a nice match with your hair, kid. Ron, Hermione, Harry, please go put your
gym clothes on.
Ron grumbled as Harry dragged
him into the boys locker room.
Five minutes later, the
Slytherins and Gryffindors were gathered with their teachers in front of them,
who were also dressed in the Hogwarts gym clothes, except Professor Summers
shorts were white, and Professor Morgans were black.
Okay, Professor Summers said.
Even though things here at Hogwarts are kind of scary right now, Professor
Dumbledore has ordered that classes go on like normal. Therefore, as planned,
youre all wearing gym clothes, and have your own gym lockers. I know, its not
terribly exciting, but who knows, you might have fun.
Professor Morgan sighed. Okay,
first unit today will be sword fighting. Lets pair everyone up. Slytherin
versus Gryffindor, just to make things more interesting.
Professor Summers didnt look
pleased with her partner. Is that a good idea? she asked quietly.
We dont want em to get
bored, Professor Morgan replied. Potter versus Malfoy. Weasley versus Crabbe.
Granger versus Parkinson, Thomas versus Goyle, Patil versus
Hermione paled as she saw Pansy
smile. Bloody hell.
The list went on, and each
student was handed a sword.
These swords are enchanted,
Professor Summers informed them. If the holder, intentionally tries to harm
his or her opponent, the handle shocks them, forcing them to drop the sword.
She stared at Draco Malfoy. Is that understood?
Malfoy
sneered at Harry. You got lucky, Potter. I could slice you in two.
When
snakes fly, Harry growled.
When one fighter knocks another
one to the ground, the match is over, Professor Summers went on. Each fighter
will put their swords on the ground
after that. No cheep tricks. No spells. If I see any, points will be taken off.
A lot of them. And you wont be happy. Trust
me.
Professor Morgan smirked. Okay,
boys and girls. Get to it!
They walked out of their
respective locker rooms and onto levitation class. Harry had had Malfoy on the
ground in not time. Rons time with Crabbe was even shorter. Hermione, however,
had suffered a terrible defeat at the hands of Pansy.
They walked into Professor
Rosenberg and Maclays class and took their seats.
Ill get her next time,
Hermione grumbled.
Face it, Ron said. Youre not
cut out for fighting. Youre doomed to hide in the library for the rest of your
life.
Thats not a bad thing, Willow
said. Besides what you lack in physical strength you more than make up for in
brain power. And its fun to outsmart your enemies. Because most of the time,
enemies are stupid.
Hermione smiled. You really
think so?
I live so.
Todays class will be spent
levitating people, Professor Maclay announced. Its challenging, but fun.
Any student who makes another
student hit the ceiling will be punished, by the way, Willow told them. So
leave poor Neville alone this time.
The Slytherins snickered.
So pair up! And no mixed
houses!
Vampires suck.
The class fell silent.
Professor OBrien smirked.
Blood. Lots of it.
The class snickered.
Theyre also very dead. And
when I say dead, I mean pale, cold skin, they only can pretend to breath, no
heartbeat, no pulse, and some of them even have skin decay, but thats rare,
because, well, vampires are very vain, even though they cant see their own
reflection. They love clothing, nice places, makeup, money. Anything that
reflects wealth, Its a big thing for them.
Hermione raised a hand.
Yes, Miss Granger?
How does one
become a
vampire?
Professor OBrien sat on his
desk and scratched his arm through his black robes. Well
if a vampire takes a
liking to a human
they drink their blood
but not all of it
just enough so
theyre almost dead. They feed the nearly dead human some of their blood, and
the human appears to die, but
theyre just sleeping. The next night, theyre
usually already buried by their loved ones, and they rise.
How come theyre so evil? Ron
asked.
When a vampire rises, it loses
its soul, their teacher explained. Soulless beings have no clear sense of
right and wrong. They want what they want, and it doesnt matter how horrible
it is, or who dies or is hurt in the process of getting it
kind of like Malfoy
over there.
The Gryffindors snickered, and
Malfoy rolled his eyes.
There was
once
a vampire with
a soul, OBrien went on. Legend has it that he killed the wrong girl, a
gypsy, and her family became so angry that they cursed the vampire with a soul.
Well
he moved to America, and roamed around, feeling guilty for eighty years,
because for 150, he gave ugly death to everyone hed ever met. His expression
became far away. Family, friends. Complete strangers. It didnt matter.
He blinked and shook his head.
Anyways, eventually, he decided, with the help of a few people, that he wanted
to atone. So, he moved to LA and became a champion for good. After about six
years of this, of helping people, the higher powers saw fit to turn him
super-human. They say that he is still helping people, still making a
difference.
He leaned in, and his voice
became low. Some say he attended this very school.
Ron and Harry looked at each
other, and then back at him. Harry glanced behind him to see Hermione flipping
the pages of one of her books furiously.
Professor OBrien sighed. For
those vampires who arent just fluffy puppies with bad teeth, methods of
getting rid of them are- and write these down, please
Lunch in Professor
Wyndham-Pryces classroom had been canceled so he could do some more research
in the Library.
Hermione smiled happily as she
followed her uncle to the very back, and sat down, as he began to slide books
out of their places.
What were looking for, he
told her, are a few spells that will hopefully keep vampires from entering
Hogwarts. Professor Rosenberg had a few, but
well
we had a bit of a problem a
few months back, and they were set on fire.
I thought Professor Rosenberg
had a computer? Hermione asked.
She does, But the one with the
spells was thrown out of a window.
Oh.
Wesley smirked at her. Get
searching. Ill find more books.
Uncle Wesley?
Yes, Hermione?
Is it true that a vampire went
to Hogwarts
the one that Professor OBrien talks about
the one with a soul?
Wesleys lips turned up into a
smirk. Yes, I believe I read that somewhere, why?
Hermione shrugged. No reason.
Waves
of Fright
Professor Faith Morgan walked by
the Slytherin table in the Great Hall during lunch that day. The most prominent
noise was coming from Draco Malfoy's mouth.
"I heard that two of the
teachers are having sex," he informed his fellow Slytherins.
Faith rolled her eyes.
"Malfoy, do you even know anything about sex?"
"Children are conceived
from it," Draco snapped back.
At that point, Buffy walked by
the table, and stopped to monitor her sister slayer's behavior.
"Lemme tell you something about
sex," Faith smirked.
"Faith, no," Buffy
whispered.
Faith muttered something into
Malfoy's ear that made him go ghostly white.
Buffy dragged Faith away from
the table. "What did you tell him?"
"Something Lucius should
have told him a long time ago. He's fifteen, and he doesn't know anything about
sex. No wonder he's such an asshole." She smiled. "Scuse me."
Faith ran over to the head of the Gryffindor table. "Malfoy doesn't know
what sex is!"
The whole table burst into
laughter.
I knew he was an idiot, Ron
laughed. But thats ridiculous!
Harry snickered. Explains why
hes so cranky!
Even Ginny knows about sex!
Ron hollered.
George! You wanna order Malfoy
a whore for his birthday?
What a smashing idea, Fred! We
could get Pansy!
Hermione flinched. I wouldnt
say that if I was you, shell kick your arse.
Buffy shook her head.
"Professor Morgan!" An
outraged voice cried. "A word please!"
Faith turned to see Professor
Snape bounding toward her. She cracked up and beamed at Fred and George
Weasley. "I'm in trouble now."
Meanwhile Angel stopped next to
Buffy. "What did she do this time?"
"She's become the patron
saint of Gryffindors scorned," Buffy replied. "Completely humiliated
Draco Malfoy."
Angel sighed. "That's our
Faith. Did you hear that Filch is missing?"
Buffy nodded. I think we found
out who Spike and Dru ate the night we found them.
Angel nodded solemnly.
"Professor Snape, what can
I do for you?" Professor Morgan leaned casually against the Gryffindor
table, gazing politely at Professor Snape.
"You're spreading rumors
about one of my students," Snape hissed.
Professor Morgan sighed and
reached into her robes, pulling out a small box of Altoids. "Mint?"
she offered.
He glared at her. "I don't
find you amusing, Professor."
"I don't find you scary,
Severus," she replied. "You're kid gloves in terms of scary. You
glare and you yell and you're ugly, but you're not scary. I've known Muggles
scarier than you. I'm scarier than you. And I could have you begging for mercy
in five seconds flat." With that, she pushed past him and stormed out of
the great hall.
Buffy and Angel watched her
leave without shock.
"Think one of us should
talk to her?" Angel asked.
Buffy shook her head.
"Nah."
At that moment, Ginny Weasley
walked into the great hall looking like death. Her three brothers began to rush
over, seeing her look, but
Angel
got to her first. Ginny? He knelt in front of the fourth-year. What
happened?
F-Filch
and
Mrs. N-N-Norris
I found where they went off to
Angel nodded sympathetically and
got to his feet. Show me.
Ginny led him out of the great
hall, and the boys tried to follow, but Buffy stopped them.
In the hall, Faith spotted
Ginny. Gin? Yokay kid?
Angel sighed. She found where
Filch and his cat ran off to.
Faith paled. Oh, shit.
The two teachers followed Ginny
up to the Gryffindor common room and she opened the far closet with shaking
hands.
Filch and Mrs. Norris were hanging
on two different coat hangers. The cat in two different pieces. Filchs hanger
went through the skin and fit perfectly around his shoulder blades. His eyes
were still open. There was no blood. He almost looked like a costume hanging
there.
Angel pushed Ginny behind him
into Faith, who put her arms around the girl. Take her to Madame Pomfrey. And
go get the other teachers.
Faith nodded, and guided the
stunned Ginny to the painting.
Professor Morgan? Ginny asked.
Yeah?
Was it really vampires that did
that?
Faith sighed. Yeah, Ginny. It
was. Now come on. You look like you could use some chocolate.
The girl nodded, and let Faith
lead her out of the painting.
Ginny glanced back at the
painting, and gasped.
Faith whirled around to see Spikes
handwriting on the painting in blood.
Run, Run as fast as you can. You cant catch us. Well eat you first.
Ginny began to shake, and Faith
pushed her away from the painting, muttering a string of obscenities as she
did.
Professor Dumbledore shook his
head. This is the last straw. They can get into the dorms. We have to close
the school.
Headmaster, with our combined
efforts, Im certain we can have those two in no time, Giles said.
Dumbledore nodded. I agree, but
the children cannot be here when that happens.
What do we do with them all?
Tara asked. There are so many.
Dont worry about that,
Professor Maclay, Dumbledore replied. I have a course of action. But we have
to be swift about this. Minerva, send owls to Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, Plenard
and Americus.
The next day in levitation
class, the students were silent. Even Malfoy refrained from saying a word.
Tara sighed. Willow, I think
these kids are really shaken. We should do something.
Willow nodded. Yeah. Any
ideas?
Maybe
Maybe would could have a
discussion about whats been going on? Tara asked. Try and make them feel a
little better?
Willow smirked. Yeah
thats
not a bad idea.
Tara sat in front of the class
and sighed. Willow hopped up to sit on the desk.
Due to recent events, Tara
started. Willow and I have decided not to have a normal class today. We
thought that maybe you guysd want to talk about whats been going on.
Would anyone like to start?
Willow asked.
Draco Malfoy raised his hand.
Yes, Draco? Tara asked.
How did vampires get into the
school? he asked.
His voice wasnt mean, or
snappy. He was seriously curious. Ever since shed met him, Tara had thought
that there was something good about the boy. Unlike Faith, Buffy and Angel, she
tried to be as kind as possible to him, and Willow had followed suit. The two
witches felt that by showing the Slytherins some decency, they could make a
difference in their attitudes. Not just coddle them as Snape had, or scold them
as Faith, Buffy and Angel seemed so set on doing.
Were still working on that,
Willow replied. When we know, you will, too.
Malfoy nodded.
Ron raised his hand.
Ron? Willow said.
Where do you think theyre
hiding? He asked.
Tara sighed. We suspect in the
tunnels underneath school. Were still looking into that, too.
Tara grimaced. She wished she
had more answers for them.
I suppose, since weve just
finished our own unit on vampires, we should get into vampire slayers.
Professor Giles looked over his
class, and noticed that all of them were paying close attention. He smiled.
Since the beginning of time, demons have roamed the earth, and when humans
came along, things became quite
well complicated
Ladies
and Gentleman, the Fighting Styles of Draco Malfoy
The great hall was packed, and
almost completely silent.
Ron, Hermione and Harry sat
together at the Gryffindor table as usual.
When Malfoy walked by, they
began to snicker.
Wonder if he even knows what
masturbation is, Ron muttered to his friends.
Draco stopped dead in his
tracks.
Ron! Thats gross! Hermione
cried. Were eating!
Draco turned bright red and
gritted his teeth.
I just wonder, Ron went on.
Think about it. If he doesnt know what sex is all about-
Malfoy lunged across the table
at Ron, knocking him to the floor.
BLOODY HELL! Ron cried.
Malfoy flung a fist that Ron
dodged easily. Bastard! he yelled. Kill you!
Malfoy, stop, Ron said.
Youre embarrassing yourself! He got
to his feet, dragging Malfoy with him.
Malfoy struggled and swatted at
Ron, who held the blond away from him. Fight like a man!
Oh, shut it, Malfoy, Harry
said. You fight like a Muggle girl.
Next to Harry, Hermione was
laughing so hard, tears began streaming down her cheeks. Oh, god. Oh, hell.
This is ridiculously funny. Stop!
Dont stop! Seamus cried.
This is the best floor show weve had in a while! Slug im, Ron!
Dean yelled in agreement. Give
it to im good for the lot of us!
At that moment, Crabbe and Goyle
rushed over, but were pushed away by a few teachers beginning to circle.
Whats going on down here?
The group turned to see
Professor Morgan, Professor Snape, Professor MacGonagall, and Professor Maclay.
Snape glared. Weasley.
What happened, Ron? Faith
Morgan asked, crossing her arms.
He started it, Ron replied,
still trying to hold Malfoy away from him. He tried to kill me.
I highly doubt that, Weasley,
Snape snapped. Malfoy?
He-
Tara gave a sad look to Draco.
Please tell the truth, Draco?
Malfoy paused, and then sighed.
I hit first.
Snape gave a glare to Tara.
Malfoy, Weasley, come with me,
Professor MacGonagall said.
Ron left amidst cheers from his
table, as well as others. He gave a bow before being pulled by the arm out of
the great hall.
Wait! Dumbledore cried. He
clinked his spoon against his glass, and MacGonagall led the two boys back in.
Dumbledore sighed. I need your
close attention. This is very important. Due to recent events, it has been
decided to evacuate all students from Hogwarts until our special vampyric
guests are apprehended. Each house will be sent to a different school. Slytherins
will be sent to Durmstrang in Germany, Ravenclaws will be sent to Beauxbatons
in France, Hufflepuffs will go to Americus in Canada, and Gryffindors to
Plenard in the US. You have three days to pack your essentials. Parents have
already been owled.
The great hall burst into noise,
as the students were obviously shocked.
Ron grinned. Huh. An unknown
amount of time away from Slytherins. What a godsend!
Believe me, Weasley, the
feeling is mutual, Draco snarled.
Come along, you two,
MacGonagall said, leading them out.
Since you need your three days
to pack, your detentions will be served right now, MacGonagall told them. You
will both be helping the house elves in the kitchen. Washing dishes. The Muggle
way.
Ron sighed in defeat, and Malfoys
jaw dropped, almost to the floor.
And youll be working side by
side, their teacher went on. So, I suggest you two make the best of it.
The two boys glared at each
other.
Hermione sat in the forbidden
section of the library with her uncle Wesley, and Professors OBrien, Rosenberg
Maclay, and Giles, with Professor
Morgan and Summers pacing near them.
I dont sense them here
anymore, Professor Summers said. I dont think theyre in the school
anymore.
They got bored, Professor
OBrien commented. They move a lot. They dont stay in one place because of
Drus need for new scenery and Spikes short attention span.
They wouldnt go that far,
Giles commented. They still want to annoy us.
Nearest town? Professor
Rosenberg asked.
Hogsmeade, Hermione replied.
Older students spend weekends there.
Professor OBrien nodded.
Right. Lets go.
Hermione got up with the rest of
the adults.
Not you, Her uncle replied.
Youre not supposed to be up. Come on. Ill take you up to the tower. He
turned to the others. Ill meet up with you.
Wesley led Hermione out of the
library and through the halls, only to bump right into Severus Snape.
Wesley.
Severus.
Caught a student out of bed?
Snape asked.
Wesley sighed. Actually, we were
going over a few things in the library. Im escorting her to her dorm.
A few things?
If you must know, Wesley said,
gritting his teeth slightly, We may have the vampires cornered at Hogsmeade.
Snape gave a crooked grin. Ah.
I see. Well, Im sure you wouldnt mind my tagging along, then?
I
I suppose not, Wesley
replied. Wait for me in the front hall.
Ron didnt make his way into
Gryffindor tower until midnight. When he opened the door, he found Harry
sitting up in his four-poster, surrounded by parchment, scribbling furiously
away with a quill.
How was detention? Harry
asked.
Ron sighed. Tiring. Draco kept
throwing left-over food at me. So I whacked him over the head with a plate.
What are you doing? Ron asked, flopping onto his own bed, pulling off his
shoes.
Writing to Snuffles.
Ron sat up and raised an
eyebrow. All that is for Snuffles?
Its not going to be easy to
owl him in America, is it? Harry muttered. He sighed. He better not do
anything stupid while were away.
Ron smirked. What do you think
about this whole going to America thing, anyways?
Harry shrugged. Could be
interesting. Never been out of England before.
Ive only been to Egypt, Ron
replied.
Harry snorted with a smirked.
Only Egypt.
Ron snickered. Sorry.
At that moment Hermione burst
through the door. Good news! she cried.
Both Harry and Ron jumped.
Christ, Hermione! Ron cried.
Knock first!
She flinched. Sorry, she said
quietly.
Whats up? Harry asked, still
writing.
The professors might have a
lead on the vampires, she informed them. We may not have to go to America.
Thats kind of anticlimactic,
isnt it? Ron commented.
They found out that theyve
been spotted in Hogsmeade.
Harry looked up, a bit panicked.
Hogsmeade? As in
Hogsmeade, Hogsmeade?
Hermione gave him an
annoyed look. What other Hogsmeade would I be talking about?
Harry paled. The Hogsmeade
where my letters go, Hogsmeade?
Ron caught his drift. Uh-oh
Hermiones eyes widened.
Snapes going with
If he finds Snuffles
Ron
added.
Dumbledore made them shake!
Hermione cried.
Do you honestly think that
means anything to him? Ron asked.
Harry reached under his mattress
and pulled out an old rolled up piece of parchment. The Marauders Map. Rons
right. Lets get going.
Fiends
and Bunnies
The trio made their way through
the Hogwarts tunnels under the invisibility cloak, Harry with the Marauders
map in hand. They snuck into Honeydukes basement and out the front door into a
clear Hogsmeade night, but bumped into a bleach blond.
I smell boy, Drusilla purred.
Oh
and pretty girl, too.
Again? Spike asked. These
bratsre everywhere! I love Hogwarts! He reached for them, and grabbed
Hermiones arm, pulling her out from under the invisibility cloak. She
screamed.
Pretty girl, Drusilla
whispered. Just out of thin air. Where are your brothers, pretty girl?
Spike smiled. I smell em. Must
be around here somewhere.
Drusilla inhaled deeply.
Watcher.
Spike raised an eyebrow.
Whatever you say, Ducks. He turned his attention back to Hermione. How do
you feel about my drinking your blood?
Hermione glared. No blood-sucking
fiend is sucking my blood, she snapped.
Sat right? Spike asked. He was
about to bite her when he was rammed from behind with an invisible force. He
cried out and lost his gripped on Hermione. She fell to the stone sidewalk and
was promptly grabbed by the arm, and dragged underneath the invisibility cloak.
She gave silent look of relief,
as they watched Spike turn around in a circle.
Come on, kids, Spike said.
Come out for a midnight snack. Wont take long.
He was promptly kneed in the
groin from behind. What did you have in mind?
Spike fell to the ground and
looked up into the face of Professor Summers.
Hey, baby, He leered.
Wondered when I would see you again.
He was grabbed by the collar and
dragged to his feet. He came face to face with Professor OBrien. Peaches!
Isnt this a party?
Drusilla grabbed OBriens free
arm and bit it. He hollered in pain, and dropped Spike.
What is this? Professor Morgan
asked, coming out of the shadows. Cheep shot night in Hogsmeade? She lifted
Spike up again, and slugged him in the face. Why cant we all just get
along?
OBrien had Drusilla in a full
nelson, while Morgan had Spike by the arm.
Ready? Professor Rosenberg
asked Professor Maclay.
Oh, yes.
They took out their wands and
cast spells on both Spike and Drusilla. There was a flash of light, and when it
dimmed down, there were two black bunnies sitting where the two professors and
two vampires were.
Buffy looked around. What in the-
She spotted Spike and Drusilla
walking off.
Bye-bye, Slayer, Spike called.
See you around.
Professor Summers fumed. DAMN!
You can turn them back, cant
you? Wesley asked, motioning toward the bunnies.
Uhm
w-wed better take them to
P-Professor MacGonagall, Maclay suggested.
Giles said. Yes, alright. Never
thought Id see Angel or Faith as little fluffy bunnies, but
you never know at
Hogwarts, I suppose.
Hey, Summers said. Wheres
Snape?
Under the invisibility cloak,
the three children panicked.
I dont know, Wesley said. I
lost him near
the cave
bloody hell! Sirius! He began to run, and the trio
followed him, along with Professor Summers.
Get back to Hogwarts! she
yelled. Get Dumbledore!
As soon as Sirius Black heard
footsteps, he shifted into his animal form, a large black dog.
Severus smirked crookedly. So
this is where youre hiding out.
The dog glared.
All Id have to do is put a
sleeping spell on you, and then I could turn you into the ministry, Snape told
him. Fudged have you back in Azkaban before you could say Whomping Willow.
And Id be
well, a hero.
Black snarled, and slowly backed
away.
A handshake may be a handshake,
but thats all it is, Snape said. Nothing more. I have not yet gotten my
revenge for your humiliation, Sirius, but I will have it. Tonight.
Take one more step toward that
dog, and you get an arrow to the back. I swear. Dont move.
Ah. Professor Summers. How good
of you to come. Im just about to apprehend this murderer.
I know the whole story, Snape,
Summers replied. The real story. You lay one finger on that dog, and Ill
shoot. And you dont want me to do that, because Im good. Really good.
Severus, you gave your word to
Dumbledore, Wesley said. Dont do this. Hell hate you, and you know why.
Ron, Harry and Hermione listened
to this exchange with interest. They had no idea why.
Severus turned to the two
professors and sighed. Fine. Mark my word, Black, one of these days
Black shifted back to human
form. Get stuffed, Snape.
Snape had the urge to lunge for
him, but kept his composure and swiftly left the cave.
Wesley sighed. Sirius,
sometimes youre more trouble than youre worth, you know that?
Yes.
Wesley rolled his eyes. Keep in
touch. And if you meet a bleach blond and a crazy-looking girl, bite them both
in the arse for me.
Sirius looked confused, but
nodded. Okay.
Hi, Buffy waved. Im
never
mind. Im going back. She left, dragging Snape with her as she passed the
entrance to the cave.
Wesley sighed. I should, too.
Take care.
Sirius nodded again. You, too.
Dont suppose youd plant a dung bomb on ol Severus for me?
I wont, but I know a few
teachers and students who might, Wesley smirked. He walked out.
When he was gone, Sirius sighed.
I know youre here.
The invisibility cloak came off,
and Harry, Ron and Hermione appeared.
I hate Snape, Ron grumbled.
Sirius smirked. Well. Ive got
something on him that will keep him off my back for a good long while.
Whats that? Hermione asked.
Dumbledore.
Whats he got to do with
anything? Harry asked.
Lets just say
Well, never
mind, Sirius shook his head.
Harry handed him a bag of food.
Brought this just in case.
Sirius nodded. Thanks. Getting
sick of just bones.
It worked.
But
not on
yknow the actual
targets.
Minerva MacGonagall sighed. Who
are these then? She asked, waving at the bunnies.
Professors Morgan and OBrien.
We had an oopsy, Willow
explained.
I
see
Why cant you fix it?
Cause were kinda bumbling in
terms of animagic, Tara replied. Help?
MacGonagall waved a hand at the
bunnies, and they turned into humans.
Faith glared at the witches.
Red, if you ever do that again, youll be really, really sorry.
Angel sighed. I hate fur.
The
New Girls on the Block
In the great hall the next
morning, Professor Dumbledore announced the cancellation of the house splits,
and everything went back to normal.
Well, almost.
However, last night, Parvoti
Patil and Lavender Brown did make it to Plenard in America, Dumbledore went
on. And, as I said at the opening feast, we have two of our own exchange
students who should be arriving today. I expect all of you to show the utmost
courtesy to our guests, as they will be with us the rest of the year, staying
in Gryffindor house.
At that moment, a tall, thin
girl with pale skin in her fifth year, with black, shoulder-length hair, and
blue eyes which were covered in dark make-up,
walked in. Her baggy black jeans hitting the floor, her black peasant
top sleeves reaching the tips of her fingers.
The room went silent.
She looked around. What?
Minerva? Dumbledore whispered.
I thought you gave her a uniform?
I did, MacGonagall replied. I
suspect she lit it on fire.
The girl looked at the
astonished masses, shrugged nonchalantly and walked out.
Was that a girl? Malfoy
whispered to his friends. Or a dementor?
The door opened again, and this
time a shorter, more normal-looking girl walked in. Her hair was straight and
blond, her eyes were brown, and she wore only the top half of the Gryffindor
uniform, instead of a Hogwarts skirt, she wore ripped blue jeans. She looked
around quietly, and then, like the girl before her, walked out.
Ron, Hermione and Harry stared
at each other, completely baffled.
Americans are weird, Ron
commented.
Hermione glanced at the
ridiculous amount of food on his plate. Not as weird as you.
Im a growing boy!
You dont need to grow!
Hermione cried. Youre like the Jolly Green Giant!
Hey! Ron cried. No fair using
Muggle references on me!
Hermione giggled. It means
youre ridiculously tall.
Yeah, and whatre you gonna do
about it? he said, almost leeringly.
She began tickling his sides,
and he yelled out in surprise.
Harry shook his head, baffled by
the random exchange. Youre both insane.
Rons brothers, Fred and George
werent baffled. They saw this as a choice opportunity.
Has ickle Ronniekins got
himself a girlfriend? Fred teased.
Aint they cute? George
laughed.
Hermione turned bright red, and
got up. Ill be in the library.
As Im certain you all have
noticed, we have two new students, Wesley said with a smirk. Torianna Lupin,
and Evelyn Black.
In Magical History class,
Harrys eyes went wide, as he looked back at the two girls. Torianna was
flipping through her history book and Evelyn was trying to light it on fire.
I expect everyone to treat them
kindly, as this is their first day, Wesley said.
How come our new student looks
like a Dementor? Malfoy asked innocently.
Hey, Malibu Barbie, Evelyn
called starting her lighter. That hair flammable?
Malfoys eyes widened and he
sunk into his seat.
Wesley sighed. Lets get
started, shall we?
Ron turned to Hermione, a bit
perplexed. Whats a Malibu Barbie?
Black?! Lupin?!
Professor Dumbledore smiled at
Harry. With everything thats happened, I decided to request their presence
here.
Harry shook his head and sat
down. Fawkes immediately sat on his lap. I didnt even know they had wives.
Dumbledore sighed. Sirius wife
was killed, Remus wife was put in a comatamous spell, and has yet to come out
of it. Seeing that Black was sent to Azkaban, it was left up to me to send
Evelyn to her mothers sister in DC.
And Torianna?
Her father was a werewolf,
Dumbledore replied. The Ministry would not let Remus raise her alone. Torianna
was sent to New York to live with her mothers cousin.
Thats not fair, Harry
muttered. Poor Remus.
Dumbledore sighed. Shes older,
we now have the wolvesbane potion, and Remus has been granted custody of her
once again.
Does Evelyn know about Sirius?
Harry asked.
All Evelyn knows is that her
father is an escaped convict who was a soldier for Voldemort. And
she knows
that he can change into a dog.
Harry rolled his eyes. How come
no ones told her the truth?
I want her to get settled
first, Dumbledore explained. Be comfortable where she is, before I turn her
world upside down any further.
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
Why is she so
weird?
Where she comes from, she is
not weird, Dumbledore smiled. American Witches and Wizards are very
integrated into society. They have Muggle technology, along with movies, music
and television. The magical community is not large enough to have a whole
society to themselves, and they pride themselves on their lack of prejudice in
terms of Muggles and Wizards. I would
appreciate it if you would help them to
become accustomed to things here, Harry. Its going to take a lot of time.
How come they didnt have to
try on the sorting hat?
Dumbledore chuckled. Lupin?
Black? Where else would they belong?
Evelyn bounded around the
Gryffindor common room. Where the hell is the phone? she cried.
Harry held Hedwig out to her,
and she gave him a skeptical look. What the hell do I do with that?
Her, Harry corrected with a
grin. And you write a letter, attach it to her feet, and send her off to
whoever the letter needs to get to.
Evelyn blinked. Write? Dont
tell me you dont have any computers?
Harry shrugged. Dont need
them.
Evelyn sighed. Man, are you
British people weird.
And you Americans are so
normal? Harry asked. Cant understand half the things Torianna says.
Thats because shes from
Brooklyn, Evelyn replied in her best fake accent. If youre not from
Brooklyn, youre not gonna understand anything she says.
What about you? Harry asked.
Ive roomed with her for four
years. You get used to it.
Harry smirked. Who do you need
to write to?
My aunt, Evelyn replied. No
email, no telephone, how long do these owls take?
Harry shrugged. Depends on how
far.
Damn
oh well.
Torianna rushed through the portrait,
soaking wet.
Tori? What happened? Evelyn
asked.
Some kinda water spell, She
replied. Ill be back. Im getting my baseball bat.
Harry sighed, and walked out of
the portrait, to find Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe standing there.
Thought so, Harry muttered.
Hello, Potty. Come to get wet,
too? Malfoy asked.
Harry rolled his eyes, whispered
the password, and walked back through the portal. As soon as he went in,
Torianna appeared. Okay, Malfoy. Hardball time. She lifted her baseball bat,
and swung, just missing him.
Malfoy panicked, and ran,
followed by Goyle and Crabbe.
First inning, Lupin 1, Malfoy
0.
Ms. Lupin!
Torianna turned to see Snape
standing there looking quite upset. Heya, Teach.
What is that?
Baseball bat.
What in the world is baseball?
She blinked, said the password,
and walked back into the Gryffindor common room.
Snape scowled. Next time,
Lupin. Next time.
Torianna sat on the couch
whistling the Inspector Gadget theme.
What did you do? Evelyn asked.
Swing and a miss. She smirked.
Next inning, hes outta the ballpark.
God, those baseball references
are lame, Evelyn muttered. Be a real person.
You first, Mistress of the
Night. Why dont you get some people skills?
Im not the one swinging bats
at people!
At least I dont try and set
people on fire!
Yer Mom tries to set people on
fire! Evelyn cried. And besides, that was no person, that was Malfoy.
Torianna smirked. Yeah, okay.
True.
I win.
Nuh-uh.
Yeah, I win. What now, bitch?
Ladies!
They turned to see Professor
MacGonagall standing there staring harshly at them.
Scuse my French, Evelyn said.
My bad, Torianna giggled. No
more cursing. We promise.
Their teacher sighed and left
the room.
At that moment, a small barn owl
flew through the window and landed in front of Torianna.
What do you want? She asked.
The owl hooted.
What?! This aint no Alfred
Hitchcock movie, yknow, beat it!
It hooted again.
Evelyn, Im scared.
Evelyn rolled her eyes. Harry
said theyre message birds. She pointed to the foot. See?
Oh, Torianna replied. I aint
never seen an owl before
Kinda intimidating.
Evelyn groaned and took the
message off the foot, and tossed it to Torianna, who opened it. Dear Tori,
hope youre having a great time, this owl is for you to use while youre there,
keep in touch - Dad.
Oh. Cool. Dad. Okay
wonder if
it has a name
How about
Scary Owl, Evelyn
teased.
Shut up! Torianna cried. I
dunno
how about
Bunsen?
Your owl, Evelyn shrugged.
But Ill be mooching off of you a lot, just so you know.
Hogsmeade
Again
Welcome to Hogsmeade, Ron
announced as they walked into the small town that weekend.
Evelyn squinted and put a huge
black pair of shades over her eyes. She was covered from neck to foot in black,
except the tips of her fingers, which stuck out of ripped leather gloves. Her
shirt was long-sleeved under a large black leather jacket, and her pants were
baggy as usual.
This clashed heavily with her
four friends.
Ron wore one of his many maroon
sweaters under an old-looking black coat, with kaki pants and nice shoes.
Harrys sweater was blue under a matching coat, and his pants gray. Both Hermione
and Torianna wore blue jeans. Torianna wore a Yankees t-shirt under her own
black leather jacket. Hermione wore a long purple sweater under a white coat.
Ron led the way into Zonkos
Joke shop, where Rons brothers, Fred and George already were.
Hello, Ronnie! one of them
cried, holding up a suspicious-looking pastry. Want a cream puff?
In your dreams, Ron replied.
Torianna picked up a
strange-looking object. What the hell is is?
Dung bomb, Harry informed her.
I wouldnt touch it if I was you. They smell horrid.
Torianna shrugged and set it
down.
Evelyn looked around squinting
as she took her sunglasses off. Her glance passed by the window, and spotted a
large black dog. She blinked, and it was gone.
The hell
Something wrong, Evelyn?
Hermione asked, inspecting a whoopee cushion.
No, Evelyn replied quickly.
Nothing. What else is around here, anyways?
Well, Hermione said with a
smile. Theres Honeydukes candy store, and the three broomsticks, if youd
like to get some butterbeer.
Sounds good, Evelyn said,
uncharacteristically cheerful. Lets go.
Ron and Harry glanced at each
other warily and followed the three girls out.
They made their way to the Three
Broomsticks to find Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore sitting together.
Ah! Dumbledore smiled. Good
afternoon! I assume youve been giving the girls a nice tour of Hogsmeade?
Hermione smiled and nodded. Oh,
yes. Weve shown them a lot.
Good, Dumbledore said.
Evelyn, I presume that you havent been giving anyone or anything a hard
time?
Yes, sir, Evelyn replied,
distractedly staring out the window. Shed spotted the black dog again.
Is something wrong, Lass?
Hagrid asked.
Nah, Evelyn replied. Just not
used to this much sun. I burn really fast.
Ill bet, seeing as how you
look like a dementor.
Evelyn glared at the sound of a
new voice.
Dont you have anything
better to do, Malfoy? Ron asked. Like
get shagged? Oh, wait, I forgot. You just dont know what that means.
What does shagged mean?
Torianna asked Hermione.
Hermione turned slightly red.
Well
it means-
Getting laid, Evelyn replied.
Oh, Torianna nodded. She began
to snicker. He doesnt know about sex?
Not until last week, Ron
replied.
No wonder hes so grouchy!
Evelyn snickered. Malfoy, you are a sad, sad, little boy.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
I think thats quite enough, children.
Yeah, the Professors right,
Harry snickered. We wouldnt want Malfoy to grace us with his stellar fighting
abilities again.
That bad? Torianna asked.
Worse, Ron laughed.
Dammit Malfoy! Evelyn cried.
Why do you think youre such bad-ass evil?! Youre not! To quote a famous
movie, you are the diet coke of evil! Youd wet yourself if you saw real evil!
Malfoy looked confused. Whats
diet coke? he asked.
Evelyn growled and sat down at a
table. She glanced toward the window again, and the dog was sitting there,
seemingly grinning proudly at her. Evelyn shook her head out, and ordered a
butterbeer.
Harry pulled Ron and Hermione
aside when Torianna began ripping into Malfoy with harsh cut downs.
What is wrong with Evelyn? Ron
asked. She been acting weird all day.
Ron, havent you noticed that
Snuffles has been following all day?
Ron blinked. Oh. Really?
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Listen, she still thinks Sirius
was the traitor, and that he killed Petigrew and everything. Dumbledore wants
to be the one to tell her the truth, so play dumb.
Hear that, Hermione? Ron asked
jokingly. Dumb.
She gave a smug smirk, and hit
him playfully. Shut up, Ron.
Harry shook his head in
confusion. What is wrong with you two lately?
At that moment, Professor
OBrien and Professor Summers walked in, arm-in-arm, laughing quietly together.
What is with everybody,
lately?! Harry cried. With that, he stomped over and sat across from Evelyn in
a booth, and turned around to follow her gaze out the window. He gave a smirk
to the dog outside, who smirked back, then turned to Evelyn, who was glaring
him.
You know anything about that
dog? she asked him.
What dog?
The dark-haired girl groaned and
slammed her forehead down on the table in front of her.
Meanwhile, Torianna swung a fist
out at Malfoy, who only just dodged it, which was when Professor OBrien
stepped in, and sat Torianna down.
Harry sighed. The whole worlds
gone mad.
Professor Wesley Wyndham-Pryce
sat near the front of the Three Broomsticks, telling stories to his students
and fellow teachers. Even Rosmerta listened intently from her spot behind the
bar.
Fifth year was probably our
most interesting, Wesley told his audience. It was the year James and Lily,
Remus and Sarah and Sirius and Emily got together, though, of course, James and
Lily were the first.
Harry smiled. He loved hearing
stories about his parents and their time at Hogwarts. While the stories of
Sirius Blacks childhood made many people uncomfortable, Harry, along with Ron
and Hermione, loved hearing about Sirius and Harrys fathers reign as the
prank kings of Hogwarts.
Though, this managed to cause a
bit of a stir, Wesley informed them. You see, even though he normally hated
Muggle-born students, Lucius Malfoy had developed quite a thing for Miss Lily
Evans.
Gryfindors snickered. Slytherins
rolled their eyes. Draco Malfoy just turned red.
One day, between classes,
Wesley said. Lucius stopped her in the halls, and things
well, they got out
of hand, you see. Malfoy became angry, and a bit violent. He would have given
Lily her first black eye if Sirius Black hadnt been walking by. Sirius, as you
know, was James Potters best friend in the world, along with Remus Lupin. And
they all had always been fond of Lily. Sirius had stepped right in front of
Lily and caught Lucius fist in his own hand.
Dumbledore chuckled. I remember
that incident, actually.
Wesley smiled. Sirius Black was
a large young man. He was very much in shape, tall, and quite strong. He glared
at Lucius and said If you ever swing a fist at any girl ever again, Im going
to tear it off and eat it like a large medieval turkey leg.
The room burst into giggles.
Harry leaned over to Ron and
Hermione. Remind me to ask Snuffles about that.
Ron smirked.
Fifth year was also the year
that Sirius Black began to play with fire, Wesley went on. Somehow, hed
gotten his hands on a Muggle lighter
actually, I believe its the exact same
lighter that Evelyn carries with her
Evelyn fiddled with her lighter,
and then set it down on the table.
Anyways, Sirius got himself
banned from the Library for the rest of the year, because while most of us were
doing our homework, hed already finished, and was playing with his lighter.
Well, Professor MacGonagall walked by-
Professor Wyndham-Pryce,
Professor MacGonagall cut in. Please.
Wesley smirked. She walked by,
and Sirius accidentally lit her flowing robes on fire.
The students tried to hold back
their laughter.
Well, all Black could do was
sit there and laugh at his complete misfortune, and Professor MacGonagall did
what she always did. Grabbed young Sirius Black by the ear, and dragged him all
the way to her office. Her robes still flaming.
Dumbledore couldnt help. He
chuckled, earning him a glare from MacGonagall.
Not only was Sirius playing
with fire, literally, but figuratively as well, Wesley went on. Fire as in
fiery Miss Emily Dumbledore, the headmasters daughter.
The trio gave each shocked
looks.
Wesley laughed to himself.
Before he met Emily, Sirius Black flirted with anything that moved. Isnt that
right, Rosmerta?
Rosmerta grumbled. Little
scoundrel, he was, back them.
He was probably the biggest
flirt Hogwarts had ever seen, Wesley said. And then he fell for Emily, and
that was it. To him, no one compared to her.
Wesley, Dumbledore called.
Its getting quite late. I believe you should wrap things up.
Wesley nodded. Alright, then.
Another time. Everyone to your rooms.
Oh,
Those Crazy Hogsmeade Nights
Evelyn had gone for a late walk,
and had realized from the beginning that she was being followed.
And she knew it was the large,
black dog that had been following her all day.
Look, the Dementors on
patrol.
Evelyn sighed. Go away, Draco.
She turned to stare at him.
His hair shone brightly in the
half-moonlight. His eyes glistened mischievously. His hands sat on his hips.
All of the sudden, it didnt
matter so much that he was an asshole.
And that gave her an idea.
Evelyn smirked and strode slowly
and purposefully toward him. Looking to get me in trouble, Blondie?
M-Maybe, he replied, taking a
step back.
She advanced the step forward
that hed taken back, and ran a finger down his cheek and neck, until it landed
on his top shirt button, which she began to play with. Do you really wanna get
me in trouble? she asked, getting closer. Because, yknow
there are
other
ways.
She undid the button shed been
playing with, and then walked into the inn.
Malfoy was left to stand on the
Hogsmeade sidewalk, red-faced. He rushed in, went directly to his room and
locked himself in.
When Malfoy passed the shadows
Evelyn had been hiding in, she slipped out the front door, back into the night
with a sigh. The things I do for answers
Thank god I always wear black.
Before she could go looking for
the dog again, she heard two familiar voices.
We shouldnt be doing this.
I know that, but
well
How
else will this work?
Evelyn slipped back into the
shadows as Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger passed by hurriedly.
Ron, wait
we should tell him,
Hermione said. Harry deserves to know. Hes our best friend.
Ron sighed. I dont wanna deal
with being a public couple. Dont tell me you dont get off on sneaking
around. He got closer to her and kissed her forehead.
Ron, she groaned with a smile.
She playfully pushed him away. Come on, wed better go in.
Not just yet.
Someone else stepped out of the
shadows and stood before them.
Professor Summers! Hermione
cried. We were just
we just-
Are really busted, Summers
replied.
What about you? Ron asked.
Why are you out here now?
Summers faltered. Well
I
um
that is to say-
That we were doing exactly what
you were.
Out of the shadows, right near
Evelyn stepped Professor OBrien.
Professor Summers sighed.
Angel
Weve been sneaking around
together, OBrien explained. So heres the deal. If you guys go up to your
rooms right now, we wont tell anyone you were out here. And you wont tell
anyone that you saw us together.
Hermione considered. That
sounds fair.
Good.
Ron looked skeptical. You wont
tell anyone?
Summers smiled. Not anyone.
The two teens nodded, and walked
into the inn.
After theyd gone, Buffy sighed.
Alright, she said. Im tired. Im going to bed.
Angel nodded and smiled. Ill
be up in a while.
He kissed her before she left.
Evelyn panicked as Professor
OBrien advanced toward her spot in the darkness.
Angel?
He turned around to see
Professor Wyndham-Pryce walking out of the inn, carrying a large sack.
Wesley, Angel greeted. Going
to give the weekend amount?
Wesley nodded. Just doing my
part.
Want company?
Wesley smirked. Sure.
Evelyn followed her two professors
just outside of town, up a mountain, just outside a cave. Angel and Wesley
stopped dead in their tracks. A moment later, the former stormed in, Wesley
close behind him. Evelyn followed just up to the point where she had a clear
view inside.
A business woman with brown hair
stood before an unshaven, dirty, ragged man.
Sirius, whats she doing here?
Wesley asked harshly.
Dont look at me, Sirius
replied, stretching his long, bony arms. I was sleeping when she walked in.
Woke me up. he eyed the bag Wesley carried. That dinner?
Wesley smiled and tossed the bag
to him.
So
Lilah, Angel said slowly.
Miss me?
The woman named Lilah glared.
Actually, I came to speak with Mr. Black if you dont mind.
He doesnt want to talk to
you, Wesley snapped.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. I can
speak for myself.
The trio turned to look at him.
He got to his feet, and looked Lilah up and down.
No. Hes right. I dont want to
talk to you. Sirius sighed. Who are you, anyway?
Lilah Morgan, attorney. I work
for Wolfram and Hart in LA.
Sirius rolled his eyes. An
American Lawyer, he muttered. Get out.
Mr. Black, please hear me out,
Lilah snapped. Im here to offer you a deal. You work for us, and you can have
your freedom back!
He stared at her, obviously
unimpressed.
If you do work for us here,
well make sure your name is cleared of all that youve done!
Sirius lips twisted into a
harsh smile. Ms. Morgan, he said. Lets get a few things straight, shall we?
1. I really dont like lawyers. Sans Wes over there.
Lilah gave Wesley a questioning
look. He just shrugged.
2. I wasnt a death eater. And
I didnt kill anyone. 3. Sod off. Thanks for stopping by, Wesley. Im gonna
go.
But you live here, Lilah
reminded him.
Sirius didnt reply. He shifted
into his dog form and walked out.
Only to be met with a gaze that
was uncannily like his own.
The girl had long black hair and
big blue eyes. She got to her feet, showing him that she was quite tall.
He backed away, realizing who
she was. She advanced toward him silently, and he ran.
Evelyn Black growled and ran
after him. DAMMIT! GET BACK HERE!
Her yelling brought Angel,
Wesley and Lilah running.
Wesley caught sight of Evelyn
chasing a large, black dog, and sighed. Bloody hell.
Should we go after them? Angel
asked.
No, Wesley replied. Itll draw too much attention. Come on.
Lets get back to the inn. Well be missed.
What about Evelyn?
She followed us, Wesley
shrugged. Whatever happen, happens. Padfootll have her back safely.
Angel shook his head.
You coming Angel?
In a bit.
She finally caught up to him and
tackled him from behind. He turned from canine to human, and she jumped off him
towards the nearest wall. Breathing heavily from the running.
Sirius got to his feet and
looked upon the teen.
They stood in silence for a
moment, until Evelyn got angry.
What in the hell?! How the
hell?! What the hell?! Youre just staring at me! Why dont you just kill me
like you did to Mom, and those others
what, the Pots?
Potters, Sirius replied
softly. He averted his eyes from her in shame.
Evelyn blinked. You killed
Harrys parents?
Sirius sighed. Are you going to
let me explain, or are you going to rant for the rest of the night. And, by the
way, youre not even supposed to be out now. You could get into trouble.
Now, why on earth would Sirius
Black care at all about getting into trouble?
Father and daughter turned at
the same time to find Albus Dumbledore walking up to them in his pajamas.
Good, Evelyn said. Arrest
him.
Sirius rolled his eyes in
exasperation. Shes not letting me speak.
Of course not, Sirius,
Dumbledore replied. Shes been told all of her life that youre a murderer.
Would you let you speak?
Sirius sighed and stood down.
Yeah, you like that? Evelyn
said defiantly. What now?
But, Dumbledore cut in. She
will listen to me. Wont you, Evelyn?
Evelyn shrugged. Okay.
Your father did not murder your
mother, the Potters or anyone else for that matter, Dumbledore explained.
Okay, so who did? Evelyn snapped.
A man by the name of Peter
Petigrew, Sirius replied.
Evelyn whirled around to glare
at her father. Hey. Didnt I say I wasnt speaking to you?
Sirius threw his arms to his
sides and sighed in frustration.
It was, as your father said, a
man by the name Peter Petigrew, Dumbledore continued. Your father was
originally the Potters secret-keeper while they were in hiding. Sirius,
fearing theyd come for him first and get it out of him, convinced them to
switch to Peter, not knowing that he was a Deatheater.
Evelyn let his words sit for
awhile. So
who killed my mother?
Sirius clenched his fists
together, as well as his teeth. If I knew Id-
Sirius, please, get a hold of
yourself, Dumbledore said calmingly. Sirius was the one whod gone to
confront Peter about giving over the Potters. Peter turned the whole situation
around, making it look to everyone like Sirius had done it all. It was Peter
who blew up the street-full of Muggles.
So
he killed himself? Evelyn
asked.
Peter Petigrew was one of four
unregistered Anamagi, along with your father. He could, appropriately, I
suppose, turn himself into a rat. He did so then. Leaving only a finger behind.
So
in other words
Dad got
framed? Evelyn asked quietly.
If thats how youd like to put
it, Dumbledore replied. Then, yes.
How do I know youre telling
the truth? Evelyn said, glaring from one man to the other.
Evelyn, youve got to believe
them, said a voice from behind them.
Harry threw off his invisibility
cloak, and walked to stand next to Evelyn.
What in the hell
Harry smirked. I followed you.
Ive gotten pretty good at using this thing.
Evelyn scratched the back of her
head. You believe all this?
Harry sighed. Ive seen
Petigrew. Ive seen him at Voldemorts side. Harry lifted his shirt sleeve to
reveal a scar on his upper arm. He gave me this.
After thinking everything
through, Evelyn turned slowly to looked upon Sirius. I
I guess
I guess Im
sorry for acting like a big idiot without knowing everything.
Sirius nodded. Salright, he
told her. Runs in the family.
So
hi, Evelyn said nervously
holding out her hand. Im Evelyn Black. Your daughter.
Sirius gave a strange look to
his daughters hand, and then her face.
Harry rolled his eyes, and,
taking initiative he didnt know he possessed, shoved Evelyn into a hug with
Sirius. They gripped onto each other tightly.
She laughed. Man, do you smell
bad.
He laughed with her.
Very touching, Sirius. Really,
quite moving.
Sirius shoved Evelyn, and then
Harry behind him when he saw Peter Petigrew saunter up.
Be glad your last moments were
happy ones, he told them, holding up his wand.
Peter, Sirius said casually.
I dont know if youve noticed lately, but youve always been, and always will
be, a really sucky wizard.
Yes, but anyone can do
unforgivable curses, Peter replied. He held up his wand. Ava- AH!
EXPELORAMUS!
Peters wand went flying behind
him, and he was put into a half-nelson.
Professor Angel OBrien smirked,
and tossed Dumbledore the wand. I still got it.
Sirius rushed Petigrew, who
disaparated before he got there.
NO! Sirius cried. Dammit!
Boundalious!
All of the sudden, Sirius hands
flew behind his back, and remained stuck there by heavy metal bindings.
Cornelius Fudge emerged with a
dozen or so Ministry goons behind him.
Sirius Black, Fudge said
pleasantly. How wonderful to see you again.
Evelyn glared heavily. Let him
go.
Do you not know the horror
story that is your fathers life, my dear? Fudge asked.
Ten Galleons says I know a hell
of a lot more than you do, she snarled. Let. Him. Go.
This is Ministry business, my
dear, Fudge said, in an equally rude tone. And you have no business telling
me what to do, seeing as youre a little girl.
Harry was shocked to hear her
growl. She was about to advance, when Professor OBrien took hold of her and
dragged her back.
Cornelius, dont do this,
Dumbledore said. I know its hard to believe, but give the boy a chance, give
all of us truth spells, and youll find that Sirius Black is quite innocent.
Oh, I dont think so, Fudge
said. Its back to Azkaban for this one.
It was Harrys turn to be
outraged, and try and move forward. You cant-
Dumbledore blocked him.
Im surprised at you, Albus,
Fudge mentioned. Id think youd want to see him locked up after what he did
to your daughter.
Harry blinked. Daughter? he
asked Dumbledore.
You mean you didnt know,
Harry? Fudge asked. Black was married to your headmasters daughter. And then
he led Voldemort right to her, and she died. Poor girl had no idea what was
going on. Now, if youll excuse us. He nodded to them and walked off.
The goons led Sirius away, his
eyes still on Harry and Evelyn. Fudge followed them.
Evelyn finally ripped herself
out of Angels hold.
Thats it?! she cried. Thats
it?! They win, just like that?! Youre making me stand here and let them take
the wrong guy?!
They dont know they have the
wrong guy, Angel replied.
Im going after them, Evelyn
said, determined.
No, Evelyn, Dumbledore said.
Do you realize that was the
first time Ive seen my father since I was one?! And I find out hes not a
murderer?!
Evelyn, please, Dumbledore
said softly. Dont do this.
Evelyn stalked off, leaving the
three men standing there.
How did they know he was here?
Harry asked quietly. The only people who knew were Us, Ron, Hermione and
Wesley.
Angels eyes narrowed. I know
exactly how. Ill see you in the morning. He, too stormed off.
Dumbledore shook his head.
Come, Harry. We should both get some sleep. Ive got to go in the morning and
see Remus Lupin. He literally had to drag the boy from the scene.
When Harry got back to the Three
Broomsticks, he told Ron and Hermione everything that had happened. They both
sat in a daze.
What do we do? Ron asked. We
cant let Snuffles rot in that hell-hole.
Theres nothing we can do,
Harry said. I wish it werent so. He could really use a jail break.
You
bitch.
Thats business, Angel, you
know that. If hes not with us, hes against us, Lilah took a sip of pumpkin
juice in her room in an inn just outside of Hogsmeade. And the best part? He
was dispensable. How did you find me, anyways?
Angel shook his head. You just
put an innocent man back in Azkaban.
Are you that surprised? Wed
been trying to contact him for months, with no replies. I was just sent to get
a straight answer and do my job. Lilah explained.
What do you want here?
Oh, please, Angel, Lilah
replied. You mean you dont know? Linwood wants me to make some deals with the Dark Lord. Make sure we have a cut
in this whole rise of Voldemort thing. And since you have no idea where the
hell he is, you cant stop me. Now get out.
Life
Goes On,
When Draco Malfoy came home from
Hogsmeade, he received an owl from his parents. The gist of it was that when he
came home for winter holiday, his father planned to start his training as a
Deatheater.
Hed received the same letter a
week before, and the week before that.
He sent his third howler back
home, telling his parents he wanted nothing to do with their choice of
occupation. As much of an asshole as he was, he was no ones pawn, and
certainly wasnt into killing people for fun.
The knock on the door nearly
made him jump.
Draco? Draco, its Professor
Maclay.
He cleared his throated hid the
howler under his bed. Come in!
Professor Maclay poked her head
into the room. Hey. Whatcha up to?
Nothing, he replied. He turned
in his chair. What do you want? He didnt mean for that to come out so harsh,
but he was in a bad mood. Threats of Deatheater training did that to him.
You seemed pretty upset at
dinner today, the blond witch replied. Just checking on you.
He had been upset. By the
letter. Hed almost been tempted to ask Evelyn Black if he could borrow her
lighter so that he could light his parents letter on fire.
Im fine, he told her.
She nodded. If theres
anything, yknow, you wanna vent about, well, you know where my classroom is.
He nodded. Yeah.
And
Willow says hi.
Draco blinked. Umm
hi.
Tara smiled at him and left.
He took his howler back out and
finished it.
So Sirius and James took all
the jam they could muster up from the kitchen and dumped it all over of the
Slytherin common room. Wesley smiled at the snickers he got. but this heinous
prank did not go unanswered. Oh, no. A day later, the Gryffindor common room
was covered by one of the ten plagues of Egypt. Frogs. Tons of them.
The Slytherins in the room
laughed.
Now, Remus loved frogs. He had
about three living with he and his friends in their dorm, Wesley explained.
So he adopted a few more. Now, he sat behind your Professor Snape in Potions.
And one day, Remus took one of the many frogs he had out of his pocket, and dropped
it into Snapes robes. And
well
somehow, it got into his trousers.
Dumbledore smiled. Ah, yes. I
recall this incident.
So, Severus gets to his feet,
and starts running and jumping around like a maniac, Wesley continued. Sirius
Black sticks one of his foot, and Snape goes sprawling, writhing on the ground.
That was the first, and last time Remus Lupin got detention.
Snape glared at Wesley
menacingly.
Oh, come off it, Severus,
Wesley snapped. How old are you? Four?
And on that note, Dumbledore
chimed. Time for bed.
Ron, Harry and Hermione walked
out of Professor Wyndham-Pryces classroom together, that is until Hermione
pulled Ron back.
Lets tell him.
What?
About us. Lets tell Harry.
Why?
Because weve been skirting
around him for nearly a month, and we need to tell me.
Ron stared at her for a moment,
and then sighed. Well
alright.
Harry was giving them a confused
look. Whats going on?
Harry, Ron said. Theres
something we need to tell you.
What? he asked suspiciously.
Uhm
Ron and I have been,
well
Hermione trailed off.
Seeing each other? Harry asked
in an annoyed tone. About bloody time you actually just said it.
You knew? Ron asked.
Of course I knew! Harry
yelled. Im only your best friend! And you couldnt even just tell me?
We thought it would make things
weird, Hermione said quietly.
What was weird was having you
two sneaking around, like Im some little kid, Harry snapped. You could have
just told me.
We know, Ron muttered, looking
down. Im sorry we didnt.
Fine, Harry said shortly.
Whatever
Im
Im gonna grab my cloak and go see Hagrid.
Are you sure thats a good
idea? Hermione asked. Petigrew could still be about.
I dont care, Harry snapped.
He did exactly as he said he
would. He fetched his invisibility cloak, and walked through the grounds, only
to be grabbed by the hair, and a hand closed over his mouth.
Not a sound, Petigrew growled.
Not one squeak.
At that moment, Harry knew that
he should have listened to Hermione. Again.
Flippage
Outage
Hagrid, have you seen Harry?
Hagrid looked up at Hermione
Granger and Ron Weasley curiously on that Saturday morning.
No since class yesterday.
Thats it, Ron said, his voice
cracking. You were right. Petigrew got him. Hes gone. Hes dead. You-know-who
chopped his head off and its all our fault.
Hagrid looked at the fifth year
with worried, curious eyes. Ron was pale, and had dark circles under his eyes.
His fly was unzipped, and his sweater was on backwards.
Whats happened? Hagrid asked.
Well, Hermione said. Harry
told us last night that he was going to see you
and
well
Ron said he never
heard him come back last night, and he wasnt there in the morning in the
Tower, or at breakfast, and
well
we dont know where he is.
Didja ask Dumbledore? Hagrid
asked.
Ask Dumbledore what?
They turned to see their
Headmaster standing in the doorway.
Professor! Ron cried.
I was looking for Harry, he
told them.
Hes dead, Ron said, still
panicked. Weve killed him.
Will you get a hold of
yourself? Hermione said. She turned to Dumbledore. He said he was going to
come here last night, never showed up here, and hasnt turned up in the castle,
and he cant have gone to see Snuffles, because
well
you know.
Dumbledore rubbed his chin.
This is interesting, isnt it? Its not like Harry to not turn up.
Petigrew got him and its all
our fault! Ron cried. Weve killed him!
What in Merlins name are you
talking about, Ron? Dumbledore asked.
Well
we waited till last night
to tell Harry something we should have told him awhile ago, Hermione
explained. He got upset, and thats why he was going to come here.
Oh, Dumbledore replied. I
see. I think. Wed better talk to the other teachers before we jump to
conclusions
And
Ron, you look as if you could use something to calm you down.
Perhaps we should stop by the hospital wing.
Im a horrible friend, Ron
muttered. I suck at being a friend, and I should be taken out and shot.
Lad, maybe you should have some
tea, Hagrid said nervously.
I dont deserve tea. I dont
deserve anything. Im a bad friend.
Hermione looked worriedly to Ron
and sighed. Hes been going on like this all morning. I dont think he got any
sleep last night.
I waited up for him, Ron told them.
Yere not a bad friend, lad,
Hagrid said. Yer worried, arent ye? An ye care that he was angry with you.
If it werent for us, he
wouldnt have gone off, Hermione said guiltily. Weve just got to find him!
We will, Dumbledore assured
her. Perhaps hes with another professor.
Maybe Snape ate him, Ron
grumbled.
Ill ignore that comment,
Dumbledore said. Now, come on.
They looked for about two hours,
and no one had seen hide nor hair of Harry. After that, Dumbledore sent for
Snape, The Angel Investigations members, the Scooby gang, and MacGonagall to
come to his office.
Hermione thought she saw Ron
twitch.
I feel horrible, Hermione, Ron
said. You were right. Again. We shoulda told him sooner.
Hermione sighed. I warned him
about Petigrew.
Petigrew is dead, Snape
snapped.
You saw him! Hermione cried.
No, he didnt, Ron replied.
We knocked of the hell out of him, remember?
I tried to block that out of my
memory, she told him. And dont curse!
If Petigrews got Harry
thats
bad, Wesley said.
Way to state the obvious, Wes,
Faith said. Where would he have gone?
We dont know, Dumbledore
replied. Thats our fist problem.
We could try a locator spell,
Tara offered.
Its an option, Angel nodded.
But I think I know someone who can help us as a first choice. Come on. We need
to get to Hogsmeade.
I wanna go, too, Ron
announced, getting up. This is mostly my fault.
Me, too, Hermione said.
Oh, no, I dont think so,
Wesley told them. Hermione, what your mother say if she found out I was taking
you to fight Voldemort? And Ron
Ive met your mother. Im not even going to go
there.
But weve got to go, Hermione
said. She turned to Dumbledore. Please?
Buffy was suddenly reminded of
her own sister, begging to tag along, and suddenly missed her very much. This
is way dangerous, she told them. You guys are not old enough, or experienced
enough to come. Please, just
stay here. Maybe Harry will turn up, yet.
Hes my best friend! Ron
cried.
Mine, too! Hermione said.
Hermione, please, Wesley said.
Were wasting time. Just stay here.
Ron visibly twitched, and
Hermione slumped back in her seat.
They were staying.
After leaving Dumbledores
office, they walked through the halls, and ran into Evelyn and Torianna, and
informed them of what was going on.
Why didnt you guys go?
Torianna asked.
We werent allowed, Hermione
explained.
And that stopped you? Evelyn
replied. Why didnt you just follow?
No invisibility cloak, Ron
replied. Harry had it. And now hes probably dead, and its all my fault, and
we shoulda told him, and now Ive gone and gotten him killed. I mean its not
like he needed my help, hes had half of England on his arse for year, and Im
a bad friend, and
Has he been doing this all
day? Torianna asked Hermione.
Hermione nodded. No sleep.
Could get my bat, Torianna
offered.
Im considering it, Hermione
replied.
Gasp! cried a voice. The
Weasel without Potty? Its uncanny!
Ron whirled around a slugged
Malfoy right in the face.
Evelyn cringed. Youch.
Oh, no, Hermione moaned.
Go, Ronnie, Torianna said.
Malfoy put a hand to his
bleeding mouth. What the fuck, Weasley?!
Ron blinked, and gave Draco a
blank stare. What?
Im sorry, Malfoy, Hermione
said. Youll have to excuse Ron. Hes really, really tired. She put her hands
on Rons shoulders and steered him the other way, followed by Evelyn and
Torianna.
Draco Malfoy stood there in
shock.
Draco?
Malfoy turned around to find
Willow standing there. Shed stayed behind from the search group for fear of
what might happen if she was exposed to Voldemort.
Hi.
She rushed up to him and took
his hand away from his bleeding face. What happened?
Got slugged, he replied, still
staring after the quartet.
Ron?
Uh-huh.
Why?
Hes really, really tired.
Come on, lets get you to the
hospital wing.
I left for here as soon as I
hear about Sirius.
Dumbledore grimaced. Ive been
in contact with Fudge. Trying to convince him to give the boy a fair trial.
Remus Lupin looked down. When I
find Petigrew-
Youll bring him into that
courtroom to confess, Dumbledore cut him off. Remus, I know you. You
wouldnt-
I almost did, in the Shrieking
Shack with Sirius, Remus replied. I want him to suffer and die like Lily and
James, and Emily.
Dumbledore shook his head. Hes
Sirius best chance for freedom.
Well, Padfoots luck has always
been rotten.
Youre staying in this bed if I
have to chain you here.
Ron raised an eyebrow at
Hermione. Chains?
She blushed deeply, and threw
the covers over him. Stop that. I think Evelyns having a bad effect on
you.
Nah, he said with a tired
smirk. Im my own bad effe-AAAHHH!!
RON?! Hermione cried.
He gripped his hair, his eyes
squeezed shut, his teeth grinding together. Tears automatically spilled from
his eye as he keeled over in his bed, curling up into a fetal position.
Ron?! Hermione cried again
What is it?! Youre scaring me! Stop!
All at once, images of
Voldemort, Petigrew and other death eaters ran through his head, almost
laughing at him. He saw Harry
oh, god.
A
horrific scream ripped through him that filled the Gryffindor tower.
It ran down the stairs, through
the halls, and right to the ears of the other Weasley siblings.
Id know that scream anywhere,
George said to Fred and Ginny.
Ginny led the way. She ran from
the halls, through the portrait hole, and right up to the boys dorm. She swung
the door to Rons room open hard, to find Ron thrashing on the bed, with
Hermione leaning over him, trying to make him still.
Fred looked completely baffled
by the scene. Kinky sex game? he asked curiously.
What in the hell is going on?
George asked.
Get Dumbledore! Hermione
cried. NOW!
Ginny ran from the room.
Help me keep him still, hes
out of control! Hermione yelled at the twins.
Ginny didnt even bother
knocking on Professor Dumbledores office door. She shoved the door open and
stumbled in.
Dumbledore and Remus Lupin
stared at her, obviously startled.
Ginny? Lupin asked.
She was pale, and out of breath
from running from one end of the castle to the other. Rons flipping out.
The
Minds Eye
Ron? Can you hear me?
Rons eyes opened slowly to look
up at Willow, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Lupin. Yes.
What happened? Lupin asked.
Ron squeezed his eyes shut again
and jerked.
This time around he saw Sirius
Black sitting in a dirty corner of his cell in Azkaban, a dementor looking
through the cell bars at him.
Ron screamed, and went back to
being curled up in a ball.
What the hell is happening to
him?! Fred cried. He had an arm around Hermione, who was crying, while George
had both his hands gripped onto Ginnys shoulders.
Were not sure, Lupin replied.
Ive never seen anything like this. Professor Rosenberg?
Willow shook her head. It seems
kinda familiar, but I have a feeling Angel might be better suited for this
sorta thing.
Well, hes off trying to find
Harry, Dumbledore reminded her.
Lupins brow furrowed. What
happened to Harry?
Rons teeth clenched. Petigrew
Voldemort
death eaters
He cant know that! Hermione
cried. Hes been completely freaking out about it all day!
Willow shook her head. Oh! OH!
I know! I know! Oh! Oh. This is bad. This is really, really bad.
What? Lupin cried. He panicked
as Ron started to thrash again.
Hes got visions.
The room went silent.
What? Dumbledore asked.
Visions! Willow cried. He
sees things that are happening right now, or will possibly happen. It makes
perfect sense! The gripping the head, the
the knowing where Harry is
or
will
be
the thrashing. Cordelia had the same thing.
How do you get rid of it?
Hermione asked.
Umm
you cant.
WHAT?!
Where
is Petigrew.
Angel smirked. Id tell her if
I were you. She gets cranky when she doesnt get her way.
Forget cranky, Faith muttered.
Just kill er. She swiped my last name.
Lets try this again, Buffy
said, tightening her grip on Lilahs throat. Where the hell is Petigrew.
Lilah gagged. If you let go of
my throat, Ill tell you.
How about loosen? Buffy
suggested, loosening her grip on the lawyers throat. Now. Where the hell is
Peter Petigrew.
On his way to Voldemort, Lilah
replied. Bringing the kid.
Wesleys eyes narrowed. Harry.
If anything happens to Harry-
Youll do what? Lilah snapped.
Kill me? And then get hunted by the authorities of two countries, not to
mention Fudge and his buttheads? I dont think thats what you want, Wesley.
Buffy tightened her grip again.
Im not hearing what I want, Lilah.
Hes gone to Riddle House!
Lilah cried.
How far away is that? Tara
asked.
Too far, Lilah choked out. He
cant possibly be there yet, and its too far to apparate.
Wesley sighed. Riddle House.
I need a phone! Willow cried.
Anybody! A telephone! Or a long-range disapparating spell to Los Angeles!
Anything!
Lupin sighed. I only know a
spell thatll take you as far as New York. The only person I knew who could do
an disapparating spell that advanced was Lily Potter.
Hermione chimed in. Perhaps two
or three apparating spells at once?
Thats a possibility, Remus
nodded. But how on earth would she get back?
Perhaps if we went with her?
Dumbledore asked.
Then who, besides the kids,
will look after Ron? Willow asked.
That one is very simple,
Dumbledore replied. Poppy!
Cordelia Chase sighed as the
phone rang in the Hyperian hotel. Angel Investigations. We help the hopeless.
There were a few clicks, and
silence.
Cordelia blinked. Thats
really
weird.
What weird? Lorne asked,
walking over to her desk.
Phone screwed up, Cordelia
replied. No sign of Gunn or Fred, yet?
Lorne shook his head. Not yet.
Probably off somewhere having smoochies.
Cordelia smirked. I just wonder
why the phone is so wonky.
And then she got her answer.
A bolt of blue lightening hit
the lobby floor, and in a bright flash, Willow stood in her Professors robes,
with one man on either side of her.
Lorne smirked. Remus Lupin and
Albus Dumbledore.
Remus squinted. Lorne?
The one and only. What brings
you back to LA? Lorne asked, stepping forward.
Back? Dumbledore asked Remus.
Remus shrugged. I did have
thirteen years
Cordelia got up. Are you guys
the reason for the phone screwing up?
Probably, Willow replied. We
need your help.
Me? Cordelia asked.
Both of you, Willow replied.
Theres a boy at the school, whos writhing in agony because he sees things in
his head.
Cordelias expression became
worried. Oh, god
a kid?
Remus nodded. Theyre
continuous. They dont stop.
Cordy, Lorne chimed in.
Youve met Albus Dumbledore, or, so you told me. This is Remus Lupin.
Dazzlingly intelligent, slightly depressed, and
a werewolf.
Nice to meet you, Cordelia
said, sticking her hand out to Remus.
Remus raised an eyebrow, and
glanced at Lorne.
Hey, Lorne snapped. She has
no reason to be afraid of you. Shes a half-demon.
Remus sighed, and shook
Cordelias manicured hand with his raw, pale one.
Hey, Reme, Lorne commented,
nodding to his disturbing-looking hand. Thought you were taking something for
that.
Remus snatched his hand away,
turning slightly red.
You said the visions are
continuous? Cordelia asked.
Willow nodded. Hes been
screaming for about two hours straight.
Cordelia ran into the office as
best she could in her orange heels. She opened up a desk drawer and took out a
ripped up scroll. She brought it out, and sighed. Do any of you know how to
read ancient Arabic?
Theyd finally caught up with
Petigrew two hours after Buffy had knocked Lilah out cold, and Wesley had led
them in the direction of Riddle House. Peter was dragging a bloody,
tired-looking Harry behind him.
Buffy felt anger boil up inside
her. She really felt for the boy. He was caught up in something completely
insane that he had no control over.
She could relate.
Which was why she jumped out in
front of Petigrew and kneed him in the nuts.
He squeaked, and lost grip of
Harry, who would have fallen straight to the grass below him if Tara hadnt
caught him.
Well, Giles muttered. Thats
one way of dealing with this. Buffy, I think Faiths having a bad effect on
you.
Buffy smirked. Worked, didnt
it?
Guess what? Tara asked.
What? Harry asked hoarsely,
eyes half open.
Youve been rescued.
Wesley smiled at Peter and held
out his wand. Bounda-
And then he was gone.
Disaparated.
DAMN! Wesley snarled. I
almost had him! When the hell did he get so damn strong?!
Ron? Can you hear me?
He nodded slowly at the pretty
brunette kneeling in front of him. Hed obviously been moved to the hospital
wing, but had no recollection of being removed from his bed. Hed been so
wrapped up in the sights he was seeing, he could barely hear what the people
standing around him were saying. He was desperately trying to push the visions
back to he could try and help himself by listening to the people in the room,
but it was becoming increasingly harder.
Okay, Ron, honey, Lorne said,
kneeling next to Cordelia. I need you to hum me a few bars of something.
Anything that comes to mind.
How the hell will that help?
George snapped.
Dont swear, Ginny scolded.
Thats okay, Lorne replied.
We get a lot of swearing in this business. Ron, please. Just let something
out.
Quietly, Ron hummed out a
scratchy, out of key rendition of Beethovens Ode to Joy. His voice shook and
cracked, and he squeezed his eyes shut again.
Okay, Lorne said. Definitely
visions.
Hes only human, Cordelia
said. Hes not supposed to have visions. Its not safe for him to have these.
He could die.
Hermiones hand shot to her
mouth, and Remus sighed.
I think perhaps maybe you four
should wait in the Gryffindor common room, he suggested.
Were not moving, Ginny
replied.
Cordelia sighed. Remus, you
said you could read Arabic?
Remus nodded as she handed him
the Scroll of Aberjian.
It worked for me, Cordelia
told them. Lets hope its not a disposable.
Wesley, we have to get Harry
back to Hogwarts, Giles said. We dont have time to go looking for Petigrew.
You get Harry back, Wesley
told the other man. Ive got to find Petigrew.
Hell be with Voldemort, Angel
said. You wanna get the big AK?
All I want is Petigrew, Wesley
replied. With him, we can clear Sirius name, and-
Get killed by Voldemort, Giles
finished. Wesley, Petigrew is Voldemorts
right-hand man. Hes not just going to let him go. Especially if it
means Sirius exoneration. Another time.
Oh, you mean after Sirius gets
the Dementors kiss and its too late?
The Whats what? Buffy asked.
Dementors Kiss, Wesley
replied. It leaves you without a soul, and crazier than Drusilla.
Tara shuddered. Shed only met
Drusilla once or twice, which was enough to tell her that she was nuts.
Wesley, Giles said.
Dumbledore wont let that happen. You know that. Now come on.
Wesley stared at the group for a
moment, and then stared at Harry, who was being held up by Faith and Buffy,
barely conscious.
Fine.
Unbind. Unbind. Unbind.
A bright light filled the room.
When it died down, Ron slowly opened blood-shot eyes and looked around while
slowly sitting up. He spotted his siblings and Hermione.
Ginny? Fred? Mione? George? he
said hoarsely.
Ginny was the first to rush over and throw her arms around him.
What brings you back here?
Remus sighed at his daughter.
They were sitting across from each other in the Gryffindor common room while
most everyone else was still taking care of Ron. Sirius Black. What else?
Torianna smirked. Yeah. Right.
Did you get the owl?
Yeah. Thanks for that, she
nodded. I named him Bunsen.
Remus raised a curious eyebrow
at her.
Yknow, from the Muppets?
Alright, Remus replied slowly.
There was a pause. School is going well?
Torianna nodded again. Yeah,
its okay. I feel real outta place, though
Evelyn fits in much better than I
do.
Remus shrugged. Maybe
maybe
some more time would help. Get to know everyone better.
Yeah, maybe
Id
kinda like to
get to know you better, though, she told him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Remus gave her a full blown
smile. Well
well, well have all summer for that, wont we?
She smiled nervously at him.
Yeah
right
I am kinda worried about Evelyn, though. She hasnt said word one
about her dad.
These Blacks, they make for
difficult friends, dont they? Remus chuckled.
Torianna laughed sincerely at
this. Yeah, they really do.
Remus sighed and picked up the
cup of tea in front of him. She needs you, though. And I think Harry would
benefit from youre being around. I
know you dont know him very well
if
things had been different
just
hes not a bad guy to know.
Torianna nodded. Yeah
so how
long are you staying?
As long as it takes to help
Dumbledore convince Fudge to give Sirius Black a fair trial. Probably a week or
so, Remus nodded.
Good, you can help me with my
Potions homework. Snape sucks.
Remus cracked another smile at
his only daughter. Anything you want.
It was odd.
It wasnt often Harry had two
roommates in the Hospital wing, but there they were. One on either side of him.
Ron was curled up in a ball on
the bed, looking to be in a troubled sleep. Tossing and turning, occasionally
moaning quietly in pain. Next to him sat Hermione, looking almost ill with
worry.
On the other side of Harry,
Draco Malfoy sat up in his bed with a rather swollen lip that Madam Pomfrey had
yet to tend to.
What happened to you? Harry
asked Draco.
The Weasel, Malfoy
grumbled. Poncy bastard slugged me.
Harry sighed, and turned to
Hermione. So.
Hermione stared over at him with
a worried look. Harry
I just
Im sorry. Im sorry you got nabbed by Petigrew
because of us. We really should have just told you.
Harry nodded. You should have.
Rons been freaking out about
it
cause
you know, you were missing. He thought you were dead for sure, and
he really blamed himself for it, she told him. And this
vision hit him,
and-
Vision? Harry asked.
Hermione nodded. He sees
things. Not like Trelawney. More accurate, and he feels the pain of the people
in the visions
it
I
theyve killed people these visions.
Rons
Rons gonna die? Harry
choked out in disbelief. He got to his feet slowly and walked over to sit next
to his friend.
Hermione nodded. That woman
Cordelia
she said he may not even make it to seventh year. She sniffed, and
Harry put an arm around her. He doesnt even know it. She put her head on his
shoulder.
Hermione, maybe you should go
get some sleep, Harry said. We have class tomorrow.
For the first time in my life,
I dont think I can think about class, Hermione told him. She got to her feet,
and gave Ron a last look. Feel better, Harry.
Harry nodded. Thanks.
After Hermione left, Harry slid
to sit on the floor, leaning against Rons bed, resting his head on the side.
He soon fell asleep.
Cordelia sobbed into Angels
shoulder in the room he shared with Willow and Tara. Hes only fifteen.
Angel nodded. I know Cordelia.
Im so sorry.
Theres nothing we can do for
him, she cried. Hes just gonna die
Angel shook his head. He might
not. Look at you.
Theyre not gonna give him that
chance, Cordelia replied. Look at me. I dont even know the kid and Im
crying like a baby.
You feel his pain, Angel
replied. You know what its like. He sighed. Wesley, Dumbledore and I have
to talk to his parents.
Cordelia wiped her eyes. I
wanna be there, too.
Angel sighed. I dont know
about that, Cordy
did you even bother telling Fred and Gunn you were coming
here?
She smiled through her tears.
Oops?
Cordy
I wanna be here, Angel, she
begged. I wanna help him.
Angel sighed. Youre needed in
LA, though.
But Ron-
Has people here, Angel
finished. Who care about him. Whom he trusts more than he probably trusts you.
If things get really bad, youll know, and youll be here to help, but theres
nothing you can do for him right now.
So
what are they for?
Molly Weasley sat in Albus
Dumbledores office, her husband, and three eldest sons standing and sitting
around her.
Theyre for a warrior, so he or
she can go out and stop the vision from occurring, Wesley explained. Its a
very noble, and, unfortunately, a very tragic position.
Tragic? Arthur Weasley asked.
Angel sighed. Most human seers
die within three years of their task.
Mollys eyes widened, and her
hand flew to her mouth.
Theres no way to make them
stop? Charlie asked quietly, putting a hand on his mothers shoulder.
Wesley shook his head. Not that
weve found.
Why arent you still looking?
Molly demanded.
Percy sighed. There, there Mum.
There have to be answers somewhere. Maybe the ministry-
When the inhabitants of the room
stared at him sharply, he shut him mouth.
More
to come!