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Dinner with Voldemort – Chapter 4

"So… I'm Xander Harris, heir to your apparent big bad. And you are?"

"Er… I'm Harry Potter, the boy your grandfather has been obsessed with killing since a failed attempt when I was a year old… These are my friends." Harry looked lost as his friends each said their name quietly, soon an uncomfortable silence developed.

"Why are you still here?" Luna finally asked. She was having trouble because looking at Xander hurt, she saw signs that many of the odd creatures no one else seemed to believe in had once surrounded the boy, but that somehow they all seemed to avoid him now.

"I'm waiting for my wife. She wanted to stop at Gringotts to check on her family vault before dinner. She should be here soon."

"You married a pureblood?" Ron screeched. "You believe in all the blood purity stuff just like your grandfather!"

"Actually no he doesn't," came a voice from the shadows outside the entry door. In walked a beautiful woman who went up to Xander and wrapped an arm possessively around his waist. "He knew I used to be a witch, he had no idea that my family had all been magically for centuries. In fact," she said with a slight snicker, "he thought I'd practiced Wiccan magic. I'm Anya Harris."

"I never get tired of hearing you call yourself that," Xander said softly turning to face her. He tilted his head down and they shared a passionate kiss. Now the students weren't too happy to be witnessing this, if he was a good guy, like he claimed, they felt he shouldn't be making out in front of them when they only had a few hours before his grandfather was going to kill them.

For Xander, Anya was just too precious not to want to focus on her when she was there. Having lost her when Sunnydale sank only for her to come back a couple of hours later thanks to some sort of ex-vengeance demon get out of death free once card had only made him realize how important to him she was. He'd re-proposed right away, once it was verified she wasn't the First Evil anyway. They'd even had a quick Vegas stop over with all the Scoobies before going to England to pick up the pieces of the Watcher's Council. Anya hadn't been about to give him time to change his mind again. He was hers again and she wasn't going to let him go. As their kiss ended she leaned up against Xander.

"How did your trip to the bank go?" Xander asked Anya. At this some of the DA members were getting really annoyed, most noticeably Ron, but then he does tend to be prone to that sometimes. This trip had been very important to Anya, to Xander, to everyone at the Watcher's Council really. You see, Anya placed, among other things, many magical tomes in her vault during her time as a demon. The Watcher's Council had lost a lot of information when they'd gone boom and even the Scoobies didn't have much either since most of the books they had used were now at the bottom of a very large sinkhole. Having access to her considerable library of demonic texts could actually save the world. Anya, of course, did have a couple of mixed feelings on this herself since she still considered herself to be on good terms on some of the demons noted in the books. Of course if they weren't hurting humans then the slayers would leave them alone, at least in theory anyway. It was a hard decision but she didn't really want the people she had come to care about to die because she wouldn't share.

"Good good. There weren't any problems. I have been making deposits over the last thousand years after all, just haven't made any withdrawals. So it worked out easily. And I've been earning lots of interest too. The family home in England is vacant right now too so we can move in right away. I'd been leasing it out. Your grandfather killed off the last renter 20 years ago. There are some other properties I own around the world that the Watcher's Council can use for training and housing if they're willing to pay rent, I'll even give them a good deal."

Several member of the DA were confused following the conversation. A couple of them glanced at each other trying to see if they were hearing the same thing. Hermione was the one to speak up, perhaps this was why she was in Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw, "What do you mean 'last thousand years'?"

"Oh!" Anya exclaimed looking a tad embarrassed. She was still in the honeymoon frame of mind and, like Xander, tended to focus on her new spouse when they were together. This was why she had gone to the bank alone, no Xander to distract her when she needed to focus on her precious money. "Formal introduction! I'm Anya Harris now, but I used to be Anyanka, Patron Saint of Scorned Women. I was the justice demon who went around hurting men for hurting women."

Xander coughed out, "Vengeance demon." Then tried, unsuccessfully, to look innocent as Anya directed a soft glare at him. She was too happy to be with him to really care if he called it 'Justice' or 'Vengeance.'

"I've read about you," Hermione said, once again speaking out. "You're responsible for Marcus Blackthorn going blind!"

"Ohhh, I remember that. He cheated on his wife and she wished that he couldn't 'see' anyone ever again. No magical eye or magic spell or potion could undo what I did. I used to be really good at stuff like that."

"But I thought you hated men, all men," Hermione said with her forehead wrinkled up in thought. She knew of several rumors of her actions that couldn't be verified in books she had read and the idea of that demon marrying wasn't something she could grasp.

"Oh I did. We actually met while I was on assignment," Anya started explaining.

"I was her target when we first met. My girlfriend had caught me kissing my best friend. That made her a scorned women, Anyanka came, granted her wish and was vanquished, made human again." Xander finished the explanation quickly, know that Anya liked to make it a much longer story and knew these kids didn't really want to know as much detail as Anya would tell.

"I'd think knowing something like that would make a relationship difficult," Harry said softly.

"Oh, we had our ups and downs, but it all worked out in the end. I mean there was the brief period where I became the champion for scorned women again, but it didn't work well, I just didn't have it in me to hurt guys who weren't that bad. After all, I had been summoned to hurt Xander, and although he hurt Cordelia he didn't really deserve to be hurt."

"Oh, Ahn," Xander said softly looking down at Anya and they kissed again.

"So I could wish us out of this?" Neville asked hopefully. He knew enough to know that vengeance demons were the reason for the phrase 'be careful for what you wish for, you just might get it.'

"Nope, no deal, it's not my gig anymore, you're not a scorned woman and you haven't suffered in the ways necessary to summon a justice demon anyway," Anya said this in a disgustingly perky voice that made some of the DA hoped that she'd leave soon.

"Mr. Harris," came the smooth voice of Severus Snape who stood in the doorway to the innards of the house. "You're keeping the Dark Lord waiting. Dinner is ready to be served."

"I told you to call me Xander," Xander said as he led his wife away from the teenagers.

End Chapter 4

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Anya is alive! I thought about leaving it at her reappearance or when it was revealed how she's alive, but I wanted to make a longer chapter so I decided to throw in what would have been chapter 5 too. So, YAY, this is one of the longest chapters I've ever written! I ended up having to write a lot more than I had planned to make the conversation flow to include everything I wanted known. Xander still seems out of character, I'll try to show why he's acting so calm soon.