Another Evans

By: Angela Email: angela_mawson@yahoo.ca

Note: Wow, I can't believe the fantastic reviews that I got. Some of you came pretty darn close to guessing what I was going to do. Kudos.

Thanks again to everyone!

Part 9:

Willow had been pacing in her apartment for over an hour.

"Where is he, damn it!" She said quietly under her breath, as she walked to the phone in the kitchen and dialed Angel's number.

"Angel's office." The perky voice of Harmony answered on the other end of the phone.

"Harm, I need to talk to Angel."

"He's in a meeting."

"It's important. Just patch me through."

"Fine, what ever." Harmony said flippantly.

Willow waited for the phone to get pickup, and just when she was about to hang up a very irritated voice barked into the phone.

"What!"

"Calm down Angel, it's me."

"Oh sorry about that, I'm in a meeting with the guy Harry told us to contact."

"Dumbledore, what does he have to say?"

"Pretty much that more people will be put at risk if we place that kind of deal on the table."

"What are you going to do then?"

"Since Malfoy doesn't know about the deal, we're just going to neglect to tell him."

"Harry will be happy to hear that."

"How is he anyways, he seemed kind of upset."

"You have no idea. Has Spike come back yet?" Willow asked changing the topic.

"I didn't even realize that he was gone."

"That's not of the good."

"Problem?"

"He went after Harry that is after Harry couldn't deal and ran away. Couldn't handle the former darkness I think. But they haven't come back yet. I was getting kind of worried."

"I can arrange a team if you."

Willow cut him off.

"Not that's ok; I'll just do a locator spell. I'll call again if I need help."

"Alright then, I should get back to Albus anyways. Talk to you later."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone and quickly jumped to one of the bookcases dropping the glamour spell that hid all her mystical books and items.

Gathering the required ingredients and a map of LA she took them to the kitchen and began to brew.

When it was finished, she sprinkled a few drops of the potion on the map and chanted for Mercury god of travelers to guide her to Harry. But nothing came up, zilch. She tried twice more for good measure but still it yielded the same results. So she tried again for Spike. It directed her to a park some blocks away from Wolfram and Hart.

Wasting no time she apparated there rather then running across town or hailing a taxi.

She saw his body in front of a bench, thankfully no one was around. She knelt beside him and began to shake his shoulder.

"Spike, Spike wake up!"

He began to stir and mumbled something that sounded roughly like.

"Go away mum, I don't want to go for tea."

"Come on Spike, I need you to wake up."

His eyes shot open and he jumped up. Willow got to her feet.

"What happened, where's Harry?" Willow asked quickly.

Spike looked around for a moment and though about what happened.

"I was having a heart to heart with the boy, when I hear some bloke yell something at me. Then I woke up and saw you here."

"What did he say?"

"Something like Ava Kevlar?"

"Avada Kedavra?"

"That's it, how'd you know?"

Willow swore under her breath.

"Just be thankful that you're already dead, because that curse would have stopped your heart faster then Ben Johnson on steroids."

"That bad huh?"

"From what sources I've read there's no counter curse. Spike you have to try and remember everything you can from before you woke up."

Spike lit a cigarette and passed back and forth for a moment or two.

"Anytime now Spike." She said with great impatient.

"Keep you're knickers on I'm thinking.wait I remember the smell of salt just before I got hit with the curse."

"Salt, that's it?"

"No, no, there was something else, something that smelt like."

"Like what?"

"Fish."

"Fish?"

"Fish!"

They looked at each other for a moment and then there eyes lit up with realization at the same time.

"The pier."

***

Slowly his vision cleared up, and the first thing that he saw was the man who had shot him. Harry tried to feel his chest for injury but found that his hands were bound behind him.

"Surprise, you're not dead." The man said holding the gun up.

"I don't appear to be shot?" Harry managed to say with confusion.

"Really Potter, you grew up with muggles. I would have expected you to know the difference between a fire arm and a tranquilizer gun."

Harry tried to find his wand, perhaps he could use it to loosen the ropes.

"Looking for this?" He held up Harry's 11 inch holly wand, and promptly broke it in two.

"You.you."

"Broke it? See that's the problem with some wizards, they're all fair play and 'let's give the enemy their wand so we can duel like gentle- wizards.' From what I hear the Dark Lord did just that, and look where that got him. Behaved like a third rate Bond villain rather then the Lord of Darkness that he is."

For a brief moment Harry thought it was odd that this wizard had referenced pop culture but put it out of his mind for the moment.

"Not very respectful for Death Eater are you?" Harry ground out with anger as he watched the wizard throw his wand off the pier and into the ocean.

"When the Dark Lord is before me, I'll bow and scrape to his content. However when I'm not, why bother with pretense. The Death Eaters aren't really working with him because he's a great leader; they're not even really following him because they believe in his ideology, well some do, but not all."

"It's the killing and violence isn't it." Harry's voice was seething. He used his anger to stop him from being terrified.

"It's not about the violence Harry, it's about the power."

Harry turned to see his Aunt and the vampire Spike standing on the land side of the pier, and they began to walk towards them.

"Aunt Willow!"

The Wizard looked towards Willow and Spike with a sneer.

"Muggles."

"Untie my nephew." It wasn't a request.

"I think not, he'll be a trophy that will please the Dark Lord to no end I would imagine."

Willow didn't respond and Spike just stood by her waiting for her lead. She looked around her surroundings and on the wall of one of the warehouses that surrounded them she saw a fire axe. She made a motion and the axe flew through the glass of its protective case and came hurdling towards the Wizard.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The Wizard cried out pointing his wand at piece of driftwood which flew in front of him just in time for the axe to get imbedded in it.

"Careful Red, you wouldn't want more blood on you're hands." Spike said warningly.

"I know what I'm doing."

"Who are you?" The Wizard demanded.

Harry looked at his Aunt in shock and amazement as her eyes went completely black.

"I'm no one to be trifled with." Her voice then switched from regular menace, and when she spoke her voice grew louder and echoed around them.

"Goddess Hecate," She brought her hands up towards her chest. "Work thy will, before thee let the unclean thing crawl!"

Between her hands red swirling light formed, and as pushed it towards the Wizard who instantly turned into a Rat.

Harry looked from the rodent to his Aunt and noticed that her eyes had turned back to normal.

"We'd better catch the rat." Spike said as he began to move towards it.

"No."

Spike turned to Willow.

"Why the bloody hell not? What if he becomes human again?"

"I'm counting on it. Actually seeing as Amy couldn't de-rat herself, my guess is that he can't do it either. Chances are he'll go crawling back to Voldemort for a counter spell."

"And the advantage of that would be?"

"Voldemort will know that Harry's protected. It sends out a message."

Willow bent down to untie Harry and he grinned up at her.

"Don't mess with my Aunt."

Willow smiled at Harry and drew him into a hug.

"Exactly, I'm so glad that you're ok. When I couldn't find you I was so worried. That guy must have done a concealor spell to mask you. Do you know who he was?"

Harry looked towards the rat that was now racing to one of the docked boats.

"No idea, he never said."

Spike lit up another cigarette and gave one last look at the boat that the rat boarded.

"Chances are you'll see him again. Mark my words."