AN: OK- Back again for the sequel to HP and the Day Walker. This is a cross-over fic between Angel, Harry Potter, and Buffy. Ships are up in the air but it starts Harry/Hermione. I'm thinking Harry/Buffy but who knows. A bunch of this chapter is from HPADW but a lot is different so read on even if you already read HPADW cause this has the alternate story ending. K… enjoy.
Music review of the day: Vampire effect- band totally cool. Bob Marley mixed with British pop. Check them out.
Movie Review: Chaos- Jason Statham (Crank), Wesley Snipes (Blade), and Ryan Philaspoon (Cruel Intentions). Cool movie, but slightly predictable. Usual suspect meets die hard. Not worth buying unless you just like to collect.
Tv review: Terminator SCC- Not bad but it has River (Summer Glau) and the hot chick from 300 so worth it right there. On tonight at 9 on fox.
Chapter One
The Hellmouth's Shadow
Hotels are usually not somewhere you want to be. They are generally away from home, and as such away from your things. There's the awful carpet which seems like a sea of bad color and old stains. The bed that just isn't yours, and when a Hotel is empty it can be creepy. Angel headquarters was such a Hotel, however calling it that was rhetorical as it hadn't been open for years due to the last demon inhabitant which killed the majority of the Hotel's guests. Another said fact is dust. Dust gets everywhere in old creepy and mostly unused buildings. Despite bottles of pledge cleaner the furniture developed a coat or two of dust at least once every couple of weeks. Dust really likes to accumulate where no activity is seen. The lobby of the hotel now served as Angel Investigations base of operations. A large weapon cabinet stood off to the side. There was no dust to be seen on it. To the left of that was the check in counter desk.
Codelia Chase, or Cordy to her friend, sat behind said desk twirling a pen with a cute but undoubtedly sad expression. The expression, however, only added to her appeal. Still despite all the good things she could think about herself there was still the matter of the paper which she held mournfully in her dainty hand. It was a notice… a warning really. Ninety days and then they were out on their asses. She blew out a quick breath. Why did she keep getting kicked out of her homes? Of course this wasn't her home, but actually her place of business, but considering the amount of time she worked... She sighed turning her sad frown into a petulant glare which she aimed at the phone only a foot from her, willing it to ring with a rich and mortally challenged person on the other end. Not that she wanted them to die… just need saving, and who better to step in and save the day then team Angel. She re-read the notice. Apparently their land lord was generous enough to allow them to renew their lease with option to buy if they could come up with the first and the last… and of course the last three months which were past due by far.
The phone rang…
Cordy jumped. The loud ringing was almost a completely forgotten sound, however utterly welcome. She sprung on the phone.
"Angel Investigations we help the hopeless! Uh huh…. YES! My boss can definitely help for a marginal fee… Bad credit… Oh I see." Cordy's face drooped slightly as she listened to the complaints of some poor helpless woman being harassed by a Pathar demon with eight arms blah blah blah…. Spotting Angel coming down into the lobby of the hotel and headquarters, Cordy quickly ended the call. "Try 911, bye!"
Angel stared at Cordelia and the phone she was smothering into its receiver.
"Who was that?" He asked while pouring himself a cup of coffee. Cordelia tried to look innocent as she answered.
"Willow! Yeah she wanted to know how the Gem of Ammara was workin' out and I said how you went all broody after being on the beach and smashed it to-"
"Cordy?" Angel interrupted. Cordy looked at Angel curiously.
"Hmmm?"
"Call them back."
"Who…Willow?" Angel stared at her. "Fine! But don't blame me when we get kicked the hell out of here! All this pro bono work is going to get around and then people will just assume we're some king of charity and… Angel???" Cordelia looked around the lobby only to see she was talking to her own echo…
"Call her back." Angel's voice rang out from his office. Sighing Cordy began dialing the number.
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Angel sighed as he sank into his comfy leather chair before pulling out his favorite book to stare at. He quickly flipped to the middle where a glossy photo lay as a book mark. Well… as he never read the book but often stared at the photo, it served the photo rather than the photo serving it. The picture was of a beautiful woman no older than eighteen but her eyes showed that she experienced more than most those twice her age. He gently ran his finger down the curve of her blonde hair.
"Buffy." He whispered through another sigh.
"ANGEL!"
Cordelia's scream shook Angel from his revelry. In the blink of an eye he was back in the lobby in time to catch Cordy before she fell.
"Oh owe- vision! Girl. In trouble. She's being attacked by…uh?"
"What? Another slime demon, vampires, lawyers- what?" Angel asked worriedly as he helped her onto the couch.
"Men…"
"Men…?" Angel repeated. "Humans?"
"Yes. Twenty-third street near the coffee shop."
"I'm on it." Angel rushed towards the door but was quickly stopped by the rays of light shinning in. "Still on it…" Angel sped back towards the basement where he'd be able to get to his car via the sewers.
"What's happening?" Wesley asked entering the front door in time to see Angel darting away in the opposite direction. He took a cursory glance outside the hotel to see it was indeed sunny California. "Has Angel forgotten his slight allergy to sunlight?" Wes asked sardonically. Cordy rolled her eyes.
"I had a vision." She answered.
"Oh I see! Perhaps I should-"
"Nope!" Cordelia interrupted his train of thought. "Angel can handle it. We need to work on something else. A woman called about a Pathar demon."
"Pathar demon?" Wesley pulled a book off the shelf idly turning the page as he catalogued the information he remembered on the species. "I don't believe they're indigenous to this dimension anymore…Ah here we are… Yes. There haven't been Pathar demons in this realm for over a thousand years… If this is a Pathar demon I fear we have more to worry about. There may be a cross-dimensional portal open."
"Riiight… well this is right up your alley then!" Cordy ripped out the address she had copied down. "Here ya go, her names Eliza something rather." Wes stared at the address.
"Ohh there's a great place for Thai food a right around the corner…" Wes trailed off as headed out the door.
"Bring me back some Pad Thai!"
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Wes looked at the numbers on the apartment building… 1948. The building certainly fit the profile for a demon haunt. Landlord demons especially gravitated to asbestos filled crap holes like this.
"Right, this must be it." Wes tried to remember if he was up to date on all of his shots as he pushed his way through the jammed front door. The 'lobby' was almost non-existent. There was room enough only for a small abandoned desk where allegedly a doorman once worked. There was a notice board on the other side of the room that warned of an impending extermination which was to take place the next day. Sighing Wes headed towards the stairs and took them two at a time until he was at the third floor. He took a breath before knocking when he came to room 306.
"C-come i-in. It's o-open!" The voice of a distressed female yelled through the thin wood door. Pushing the door open Wes scanned the room for threats but only saw the young woman crying quietly on a beat up brown recliner.
"Eliza?" Wes asked. She gave a hesitant nod. "It's going to be ok. I'm from Angel Investigations. You called about a Demon?"
"Little ol' us?"
Wes jumped at the sudden appearance of two vampires on either side of the girl. "Vampires?" Wes wondered aloud while pulling a 9 mm pistol from inside his coat. The two blood suckers looked on in amusement.
"Didn't your boss tell you? Those don't work on us."
"Tell me," Wes asked, "how is it two parasites such as the two of you came across such a powerful invisibility charm?" The vamps smirked their eyes briefly glancing to Wes' right.
"We have more power than you could imagine!" One hissed. Wes smirked.
"I can imagine quite a lot actually." Without moving his eyes from the two vamps Wes pointed his gun in the direction they had looked before firing.
BANG
The vampires watched shocked as the bullet seemingly slowed in mid air before blood and bits of brain were fired out the other side of the invisible head with what was left of the lead projectile. The wizard, now dead, was revealed as the charm ended just before Wes spared a glance to see the body hit the ground.
"It seems your boss lost his head." Wes dead panned. The vampires growled before lunging at him. Wes fired at the two vamps emptying his clip inside their chests and only managing to slow them. Ducking under a sloppily thrown punch Wes came up with a stake which he impaled inside its heart. The second vamp screamed in anger as he watched his partner get dusted. Wes ducked and blocked as much as he could but the angry vampire had the speed and strength enough to get a strong punch in. Wes saw stars as he was flung across the room and knocked halfway through the drywall. Groaning Wes managed to find the strength to pull himself from the thin wall and fall to the floor.
"For the record no human could ever be my boss. My boss wants you alive… but fuck it." The vampire pulled his fist back prepared to kill Wes with this punch. "I don't believe in job stability." The fist was less than a foot from his face when Wes pulled the metal cross from his coat and stabbed.
"Aaargh!" The demon screamed as the holy icon pierced his hand and imbedded itself there. Wes stood watching the vampire try to claw the cross out of his burning hand.
"I'm sorry." Wes shoved the stake through the vamps heart turning it to ash. "I'm out of come backs."
"Don't be sorry."
Wes turned at the sound of a new voice. Holding Eliza by the neck with a firm grip stood one of the most feared vampires in Europe…. Baron De Rais.
"I should never have sent amateurs to recruit you." The posh vamp continued. Wes' face puckered in disgust.
"Ah- the man, so to speak, behind the strings. Last I heard from the Watchers council child molesting vampires stayed in France."
"Please…" De Rais made a bored face. "The Watchers council knows nothing. Congratulations on your separation from them by the way." Wes inclined his head in agreement.
"What do you want?"
"You, naturally." De Rais answered with a smirk. Wes puckered his face this time in disgust.
"Bit old for your tastes last time I checked." De Rais laughed.
"Yes well… For a talent like you I could make an exception but I'm more interested in your brain actually."
"Why would I help you?" Wes drawled. De Rais raised an eyebrow before squeezing Eliza's neck.
"Not forgetting about the innocent are you?" De Rais purred. Wes' face cleared of emotion.
"Helping you could kill thousands. One innocent means nothing in the grand scale." Wes sneered. De Rais smirked.
"Shall we test that sentiment?"
Eliza gagged as her feet were lifted off the ground. Her face began to turn a purplish color. Wes looked down away from the site.
"What do you want?" Eliza was released coughing to the floor. She caught her breath before scrambling behind Wes and just in front of the door.
"I had an expert in ancient glyphs working for me but tragically I killed him… for me at least. He just wasn't getting the job done…. Always complaining about wanting to see his daughter." De Rais shrugged.
"Get out of here Eliza." Wes said over his shoulder.
"No I won't leave."
"I know you want to hell-" Wes stopped as he finally saw the once beautiful woman in her true form; yellow eyes and deep bony ridges over her forehead replaced the pretty human face she showed only moments ago.
"You know you have balls. I thought you were going to let me die for a second… of course already dead but you get the point." Her fist connected with his jaw only a moment after her words purchased on his face. Wes fell to the floor unconscious.
"Eliza perfect as always… I have a new assignment for you. You will deliver me the Shadow."
"The Shadow?" Eliza asked fearfully.
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"That's it?" Angel asked aloud as he watched the one conscious attacker run away as fast as possible. "The powers that be sent me after four muggers?" Angel jumped surprised by his vibrating and beeping coat. "Hello?" Angel stared at his phone. "Hello???"
"I think that's your voicemail."
Angel looked up at the woman he had just saved. "Uh- thanks. Hey do you know how to get the mail?" The woman smiled.
"Sure." After pressing a few buttons on the phone she handed it back.
"Thanks..." Angel said listening to Cordy's panicked voice.
"It's the least I could do. You saved my…" The woman trailed off as she noticed that her mysterious savior has disappeared. "Life???"
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"It's not your fault Cordy." Angel insisted for the hundredth time.
"I should have known." She apparently hadn't heard Angel or was ignoring him. "Poor Wesley…"
"Don't worry-"
"DON'T WORRY!? BECAUSE OF ME A CRAZY OLD, PERVERTED VAMPIRE HAS WES! WHY SHOULDN'T I WORRY?" Cordy was pacing the lobby of the floor through her rant. Angel sighed.
"De Rais wouldn't come all the way over here for nothing. He must need Wesley for something. That gives us time."
"What are you going to do?" Cordy asked.
"Going to France." Angel answered. "But first we need to figure out why that vision was sent to you." Cordy frowned her worry for Wes apparent.
"Why!? You already saved the girl? Sounds like it's all wrapped up to me!"
Angel shook his head. "The vision was a diversion. They wanted me away so they could nab Wes."
Cordy shook her head feeling as if her would was falling apart. "But the powers that be… they wouldn't use me that way." Angel shrugged.
"I didn't say it was the powers that be."
"Wolfram and Heart?" Cordy asked worried at the possibility of the law firm being able to hack her mind.
"Wolfram and Heart." Angel confirmed.
Wesley groaned as he came back to the land of the living. He must have been out for a while. Over the past couple of days he soon realized pissing off vampires meant getting the shit kicked out of you. Wesley pulled a loose tooth out of his mouth and chucked it onto the dank, stone floor. "Worth it." He groaned sitting up as far as his shackles allowed. He scanned the room. The ritualistic carving in the middle of the floor was complete now. All it required to be activated was his work on the glyphs and the soul sacrifice. A young girl was chained to the wall across the room. She was unconscious. 'Lucky girl,' Wes thought. For whatever reason they weren't hurting her and especially lucky for her she was older than De Rais tastes allowed. Speak of the devil… De Rais walked in and then towards his rather pretentious throne. He sat upon it with the air of aristocracy.
"I believe you wore out whatever nobility you ever had claim to centuries ago." Wesley said mockingly.
"I've gain some since. Deals with devils have their benefits I assure you." De Rais answered.
"You'll never raise the Reikon Wareme. Angel won't give his soul."
"We'll see." De Rais replied airily. "Are we ready to work on the runes?" He asked.
"Why would my answer be any different today?"
"The first reason remains the same. If you don't help I kill you and find someone with a less narrow routine for ethics." Wes shrugged. He wouldn't be responsible for allowing Angel to sacrifice his soul let alone an apocalypse. "Second, if I let you live to complete the runes you have the chance to stop me, however slim, and who knows you might get lucky." De Rais clearly didn't think so, but the argument was sound. "Finally…" He trailed off as a hooded figure emerged from the shadows. Wes' eyes narrowed in disgust at the sight of the monster. He seemed to have once been man, but a bad burn disfigured his face beyond recognition. Wes also recognized the warp black magic has upon one's flesh. This… man was clearly a dark wizard.
"Imperio!" The man hissed. It was like slipping into a warm bed after escaping a harsh winter night. Wes had never felt more comfortable in his life. Unbeknownst to him his shackles were released.
'Stand.' The voice was quiet and female. It was laced with an alluring quality that couldn't quite be distinguished. Wes simply knew he wanted to listen to her. So he stood.
'Walk.' Soon he was passed the center of the room and facing the now awake and terrified young woman. Her brown eyes were filled with fear but she has strength in them as well.
'Rip her clothes off.' Wes frowned internally. Surely she didn't want him to undress her. But the voice was so commanding. He had to listen he began to reach for the woman's blouse. Her eyes teared up as his hand inched closer to her body. 'Rape her.' The voice commanded. His hand inched closer and closer until he could feel the heat and hate radiating off her body… and then the spell broke.
He vomited falling to the floor. The girl's sobs of fear and relief filled the chamber, but De Rais harsh laugh was almost as disillusioning.
"Third. If you don't you will be raping her, torturing her, and killing in my name." De Rais smirked sure his demonstration was enough encouragement.
"Fine. If you have the power to take away my will why not order me to do it then?" Wes asked angrily. De Rais smirked.
"You know better than I that this spell requires free will… whether the participants need not be under duress…. Well it gets fuzzy there." Wes sighed looking between the dark wizard and the child molesting vamp. He'd do as they said… Fuck. He hoped Angel had better luck.
AN: Well first chapter of my sequel to HP- and the Day Walker. This is going to be a cross between Angel, Buffy and duh, Harry Potter. Blade may make an appearance but he has to battle it out in Blade trinity mostly. Reviews are appreciated. Anything anyone wants to see… nows the time.
