Title: Will's Family Tree
Author: Eris Jade Black-Lupin
Rating: PG13-R (rating may go up depending on the chapters)
Summary: X-over with AtS. During the battle with the Senior Partners and other factions, Spike is sent to a place he hasn't seen since he was alive. Slash implied, M/M, M/M/M
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Angel the Series. I just like to play with the boys, can you blame me? glances over to Spike and Lucius, checking to see if their collars are still there. "Good boys."
Pairings: Spike/Angel
Possible Pairings: Spike/Severus, HP/LM, HP/DM
A/N: 35 of you read and didn't review when I first posted this.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
It was the night of the final fight, the night that would send Spikes life in to a place and way of life that he hadn't been in since he was alive.
It all started the month before. Angel and Spike had taken to being the other's companion, as they knew the final event was approaching, and neither wanted to be alone. Both could say that this wasn't the first time they sought the other out for comfort. Back in the past, Angelus and Spike would sleep together when the women were off charming their dinner, as comfort of the flesh could be shared with males and females. This night was one of the most passionate, as both men hadn't been with another male companion since their days long ago.
Lying in the arms of his angel, Spike basked in the after effects of his orgasm, his mind clear of all things that dealt with the imminent battle. Angel gazed down at his lover, mulling over the decision that he had made that morning.
He didn't want Spike to 'finally' die in this fight. So he and Wesley researched Spike's past, his life before his turning. What they found surprised both men. William Rothschild, as that was Spike's true name, was a wizard. Wesley was a squib; it was he that found the magical evidence that pointed to Spike being of magical blood ancestry. Angel couldn't believe it. They had found out that the Rothschild line had survived only to the twenties, where the last Rothschild heir had been female and had married into the house of Potter. From there, it all went down hill...
"Oh this isn't good." Wesley mumbled to himself as he looked over the tome. But being a vampire, Angel heard this.
"What isn't good Wes, there is still family there, right?"
"Well, as I had left England in 1980, everyone there was in jubilation, but I never understood why. That is, until now. It appears that a baby had brought down He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." The Englishman shuddered.
"Who is this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named guy? Doesn't sound so frightening to me."
"That is because, Angelus and this evil monster would have gotten along just swimmingly." Wesley added with a hint of sarcasm.
"Okay, I'll bite, he was evil. Doesn't he have a real name? Like Darth Vader or something?"
"Vvv...vold..d.d..m..m..mort." Wesley stuttered, obviously having a difficult time repeating the name.
"Voldemort." Angel repeated, as Wesley shuttered at the name.
"Yes, the Wizarding world's most feared wizard since Grindlewald. He claimed to be the Dark Lord. He and his Death Eaters tormented and tortured all who either had muggle blood in them or were muggle. He believed them all inferior, that muggles should be destroyed and Purebloods should rule."
"Muggles?"
"Non-magical people. Like you had been when you were living."
"Oh, so what does this Voldemort guy," Wesley shuttered, but Angel ignored him, "have to do with Spike's remaining family?"
"Harry Potter, Spike's last living relative, was the baby that destroyed this evil wizard. But apparently the wizard wasn't completely destroyed, as he returned to power two years ago, and Harry has been fighting him ever since..."
So this was what Angel had been mulling over, despite the great sex, he was still thinking about doom and gloom.
"What are you brooding about now Luv?" Spike looked up, knowing the look on his angel's face.
"It's nothing, go to sleep."
Angel runs down the alley behind the Hyperion, carrying his sword, running through the pouring rain. When he gets to the chain-link fence at the end of the alley, he looks around for the others, but doesn't see anyone. The sky thunders above him as the heavy rain continues.
"Boo," Spike said walking out from the shadows.
"Anyone else?"
"Not so far. You feel the heat?" the blond replied, scanning the area for the others.
"It's coming."
"Finally got ourselves a decent brawl." Spike drawled.
Just then, Gunn came running down the street towards them, carrying his homemade battle-axe.
"Damn! How did I know that the fang boys would pull through?" He looked exhausted as he slowed his approached. "You're lucky we're on the same side dawgs, 'cause I was on fire tonight." He was looking more like he was going to faint, "My game was tight." He finished as he collapsed into Spike and Angel's arms. They set him on a box as they looked over his tattered clothes.
"You're supposed to wear the red stuff on the inside, Charlie boy." Spike joked as he looked over Gunn's wounds.
"Any word on Wes?" Gunn looked over his wounds.
"Wesley's dead," Illyria announced in her detatched tone, as she jumped down from the chain link fence behind Angel. The three men show different shade of grief as they hear about their friend. "I feel grief for him. I can't seem to control it." Confusion flashes over he face, "I wish to do more violence."
"Well, wishes just happen to be horses today." Angel looked up, putting his hands into his jacket pocket, feeling the small box that would change Spike's future.
"Among other things." He had an odd gleam in his chocolate eyes. Angle looked at the approaching crowd. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of demons of all sorts, shapes and sizes. A huge dragon flew angrily towards them from above.
"Okay, You take the 30,000 on the left..." Gunn struggled to stand. Illyria put her hand on his arm to steady him.
"You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best."
"Then let's make 'em memorable." The young man glared defiantly at the crowd.
Angel steps forward and Spike, Gunn and Illyria follow. Spike is standing off to Angel's right side. Angel is flanked a step behind by Gunn on the right and Illyria on the left. They stare at the horde of demons approaching them in the alley. Spike turned to his lover.
"In terms of a plan?"
"We fight." Angel states.
"Bit more specific."
"Well, personally," Angel brandished his sword, "I kind of want to slay the dragon." Looking to what was left of his friends, "Let's go to work."
The group jumped into the melee. Angel looked for Spike in the crowd. Spotting him, he yelled out to him. As Spike turned to the voice, Angel threw the box to him. Spike looked down at the box puzzled, as he went to lift the lid, a feeling like a hook being pulled behind his navel came over him. Colors swirled around him as he felt himself being propelled backwards. He landed in a heap in front of an old stone house.
"Well this just got interesting." Spike quipped, then promptly passed out.
A/N: Okay ppl, I want reviews, I know most of you read this and just laugh. Laugh no more, I know who you are and where you live. Just think about that....Now review.....pwease?
