Angel could feel his mate; he could feel the magic flowing through his soul felt incredibly primal. The amount of raw power that was coming from his mate was staggering. He could feel Angelus reveling in the power. He knew that it was possible to ignore The Call if a vampire chose to, but neither Angel nor Angelus were going to let this get creature go to anyone else. There was someting a little extra with the power he couldn't place, but it didn't seem life threatening so he let it slide. He looked up to find Spike watching him with wide eyes, 'He felt it too. They're strong…and male.' Then Spike began to raise an eyebrow in question clearly asking 'what are you waiting for,' to which his sire stood up and swept out of his office saying, "We're leaving."
Spike followed Angel to his room and asked, "Where are they, Peaches? Where we goin'?"
Angel gave he blonde a look, "We're going back to school, Spike."
"WHAT!" he screamed forgetting all pretenses in his excitement, making Angel chuckle, "Are you serious? We're going to Hogwarts! Should I fire call the family when we get there" Soulless or not, he always made sure his family's line was alright. He hadn't checked in around 35 years.
"Yeah, we should go see Albus first, though."
"Dumbles is still there?" Spike asked.
"Yes, now go and get ready to leave and I'll call Albus," said Angel and at that Spike tore out of the room.
Angel went to his closet reaching up to the shelf at the top to pull out a black wooden chest that was about a foot wide and high. Setting it down on his bed and opening it to reveal a wand, a red velvet pouch, a black jewelry box, some shrunken books, and a few vault keys. Taking out his wand and pointing it towards the pouch whispered "accio pouch" for a small test since it had been decades since he used it. He was happy to see the pouch fly into his hand. He then pointed to the fireplace and said, "Incendio." Feeling the warmth of the fire flow over him he opened the pouch, took a pinch and threw it in the fire. He stuck his head in and said, "Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts." After the spinning ended he saw an old man with a very long, white beard and hair wearing purple robes with silver moon and stars.
Smiling he asked teasingly, "You know how lucky you are to have hair at your age?"
Jumping in his seat and turning to the fire, Albus smiled.
"Angel how is my favorite relative doing?" asked Albus cheerfully.
"I'm your only relative and I'm good. But this isn't a social call. I need a big favor," Said Angel.
Albus nodded and asked, "What happens to be the problem?"
"I need lodging for me and William. And don't worry about him, he has a soul now. He passed the demon trials in Africa last year."
"I don't have a problem with the two of you staying here in the castle. I'm curious though; may I ask why you need to stay here?"
Angel sighed and said, "My mate. I know they're there in the school. It's should be just past midnight there, they should have just have come into their inheritance. I want my mate Albus."
To say Albus was shocked was an understatement. He knew he shouldn't be, but everything really does have to happen to the child. He just needed to be sure in case it was the other.
"Angel, I have to ask what happened when you felt your mate?" he asked very seriously.
The vampire smiled at the memory, "It felt male. It was strong, strong enough for Spike to feel the power through our link. Shocked the hell out of him." He saw the sad frown on the face of man in the chair. He narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you know?"
"I'll tell you when you get here," Sighed Albus.' Maybe it is not just the one.' he thought.
"Spike and I will be through soon. I'll tell you this though he's different than when he was when you went to school with him." Said the vampire with a wry smile and ended the connection.
He transfigured an old CD case in to a good sized trunk and then with a flick of his wrist he packed everything that he would need for a long stay. He couldn't believe he went this long without his magic.
After leaving Cordy and Wesley in charge of everything and telling Wesley he would floo in every few weeks to check up and to contact the school if he needed anything, he and Spike left.
Angel went first landing gracefully in front of a smiling Headmaster. The vampire had pulled him in to a hug when Spike landed in the office.
Wondering what was going on he said, "Oi, Peaches! Why are you hugging my old head of house?"
To which he replied, "That's what family do. This," he said gesturing to Albus, "is my grandson." Both men smiling as the shocked blonde fell on his butt.
"No need for the sitting on the floor William," Albus said, "you can use a chair."
Once they were settled Angel looked at his grandson and said, "My mate."
Albus sighed and stayed silent for a moment, then asked, "What do either of you know about Lord Voldemort or the past two wars against him?"
Spike said angrily, "He killed the last two males in my family when I last looked in on the family. He didn't kill their parents or sister, did he?"
"No William, the parents died naturally and Molly is fine," he replied.
"What does the have to do with my mate," asked Angel.
Looking pointedly at the blonde, Albus stated, "Our second war with him ended in June. It ended the same as the first, this time for good."
Spike looked confused at first, then his eyes just about fell out of his head as he figured who it was.
"No! You serious? Him?"
All he got was a nod.
"The Boy Who Lived is his mate!"
" Who-" was all Angel got out before he smell something coming from the behind the door. It smelled like roses and vanilla. The others noticed his abrupt halt in speech and saw him sniff the air and turn towards the door. Not a minute later a sleepwalking Harry Potter walked through the door in pajama pants and a shirt that said 'I killed the Dark Lord and all I got was this shirt' that the headmaster knew the twins and ginny gave him a few weeks ago at a party in the great hall. After he shut the door, he walked up to Angel and sat on his lap going right back to sleep.
"I believe this is who you are looking for," chuckled the old man, the blonde laughing right along with him.
