Disclaimer etc. in part 1.

Notes: Thank you all for you patience in waiting for the updates on this. Firstly, I haven't watched BB&B in forever so I can't recall all the details of the reversal spell. Second, the plants involved in the spell were picked using wikipedia as my reference for plants that are associated with Hecate and somewhat with Diana. If I've missed any other debts I owe in terms of this material, take it as read that just about anything you recognise that isn't from one of my other fics has been taken from somewhere other than my own head.

It was a goodly amount of time before Buffy had finished explaining to the headmaster and potions professor about vampires and Angel in particular. With frequent interruptions by Hermione in order to clarify some point or other of academic minutiae Buffy worked through the differences between the two types of vampires. The one type was a sort of magical curse, like that of a werewolf. As such, they were no more or less evil than any other creature, they simply had certain dietary requirements and restrictions as well as various lifestyle restrictions and advantages that distinguished them from ordinary humans.

The weaknesses mentioned by Snape back in the hallway to do with sunlight were some of the means usually used to determine if a person was a vampire. Contrary to popular opinion, crosses did not work on magical vampires as they did on demonic ones. Dumbledore and Snape listened to Buffy's explanation of demonically created vampires with interest that rapidly translated into worry.

"As enlightening as this is, Miss Summers, I have yet to hear anything that leads me to believe that . . . Angel," this was said with the utmost disgust, "Is not a danger to your fellow students." Snape informed her.

"I was getting there," Buffy told him irritably, then talked straight over his attempt at interruption and derision. "But if I'd started by saying that Angel was given back his soul by a gypsy curse in revenge for the killing of a daughter of their tribe by his demonic evil twin you wouldn't know what I was talking about."

Snape glared, but was unable to reply because she was right. And he still appreciated her confidence and lack of fear. Then he noted the blatant error in her explanation. "Gypsy curse? Are you, by any chance, referring to the occurrence known as 'muggle magic' Miss Summers? I had thought you more intelligent than to believe in such old wives' tales."

She glanced sideways at her friends but found no help there. Hermione had never really quite believed in Buffy's stories of Amy and her mom and Drusilla's foresight. Buffy had actually seen witches and other such people in action before, but it was one of the tenets of the wizarding world that no magic was possible save the magic that was performed by witches and wizards. As for Ron, Harry and Ginny, well, they just didn't have any previous experience with it so they had no ideas about proof.

It took a moment, but Buffy recalled a couple experiences from the previous year and spoke up. "Okay, you don't believe me, I get that. Can you give me just like, ten minutes to get some stuff and I'll prove it?"

Snape seemed a little surprised and Dumbledore looked amused. Then again, it seemed that he was always amused by everything. However the headmaster nodded and Buffy then turned to the others. "Hermione, could you run down to the greenhouse and pick up some lavender, hellebore, regular muggle mandrake and aconite?" She turned to Snape, "Since you don't trust anyone in your stores, could you get some black poplar leaves? Ginny could pick up the willow leaves. Other than that I just need some water and a cauldron."

Twenty minutes later they had all reassembled in the headmaster's office and were looking at Buffy eagerly. Buffy took all the items and laid them out in front of her. Then she cast a couple spells around the furniture. At their funny looks she shrugged a little and said, "It'll be a little easier if there's nowhere for him to hide." No one's expression changed in the slightest at her non-explanation and Buffy grinned before taking a deep breath in and concentrating very hard.

Willow had written to her about casting wiccan magic. First you had to determine exactly what the outcome of the spell was supposed to be. You had to have nothing in your mind but that outcome. Then you had to sense and collect the magical energy floating around the area. Buffy frowned. That was hard. She could sort of feel it tickling at the very edges of her consciousness, but it was nothing like the pervasive mist of power Willow insisted she saw everywhere. Which only went to prove that Willow was far more talented than Buffy at the whole wiccan witch thing.

With a sudden snap Buffy felt all the powers and things fall into place and began the invocation. "Goddess Hecate I conjure thee," she said, the volume of her voice rising with each word. A gentle wind had sprung up in the room and Snape was looking startled and slightly concerned while Angel was looking almost resigned through the worry on his face. The others just watched with interest. "Before thee let the unclean thing crawl!" A nimbus of dark energy surrounded Buffy for a moment before hurtling out and striking Dumbledore. For a moment it swirled around him, and then he vanished leaving nothing but his robes behind. They fell to the floor in a heap and Ron let out a squeak of startlement.

Snape stared at her, "What did you do to the headmaster!" he roared in fury.

"This," replied Angel. He stepped forward and picked up the rat that used to be Albus Dumbledore. "Did you have to use that spell? I hate rats. I hate the way they skitter around, I hate their beady little eyes and I hate the way they carry plague and you step on them when you're trying to cross the street and then they look a squashed and disgusting."

Even Snape seemed put off by that description. "Way more info than we needed Angel," Buffy informed him.

Dumbledore squeaked.

"You can turn him back right?" Hermione inquired with some worry.

"Yes. I picked this spell because I've seen it worked before." Buffy shrugged and picked up the herbs and leaves and collected them into a little bunch. She separated out the aconite and shredded it. Then she tossed the other plants in the cauldron, filled it with water and lit a fire under it. In very little time it was simmering and Snape was looking on, interested in spite of himself. Buffy picked up her aconite and held it as she began the reversing incantation. "Goddess of creatures great and small, I conjure thee to withdraw." She tossed the aconite into the cauldron watching the sparks fly out of it. "Hecate, I license thee to depart!"

In that instant another swirl of light shot out and surrounded the squeaking rodent, whose little legs were paddling frantically in the air. He glowed for a moment and then suddenly changed back into his usual form of a more than 150-year-old man. The sudden change in weight and weight distribution threw Angel off balance and he fell, with Dumbledore landing on top of him.

A naked Dumbledore landing on top of him.

Ron moaned. "I'm going to need an obliviator after this," he whimpered, covering his eyes. Hermione and Harry whipped around to face the wall while Ginny and Snape stared in a sort of fascinated horror. It was at that less than auspicious moment that McGonagall burst into the office planning to ask what punishments and points were going to be meted out and taken from the students. At the sight of a naked Albus Dumbledore sitting atop a discombobulated young man and several students and Severus Snape standing in various places her lips thinned and she did something that surprised everyone but the headmaster. "Albus! What have you done now?" she demanded.

"Why Minerva, I haven't the faintest notion of what mean," the headmaster replied. Everyone but McGonagall stared at him, blinked, then shook their heads. With Albus Dumbledore, discretion was usually the better part of valour. Or something to that effect anyhow. However, her glare seemed to have some limited effect on him as he looked down at himself with irritating cheer and declared, "Oh! Do you mean my current state of dress?"

Angel swore he could hear the woman's teeth grinding as she seemed to forcibly control the urge to do violence to the person of her headmaster. "Yes. I am speaking of your state of complete undress," she spoke through clenched teeth. "And I would like to know why you are sitting atop Miss Summers' . . . friend . . . in that state."

"Ah. This is due to a small experiment we had Miss Summers run. It appears to have occurred at my expense." Snape appeared to develop a stunning migraine in response to that statement, while Ron, Hermione and Ginny looked both horrified at the image of Dumbledore's current situation and amused at his nonchalance. Harry was simply amused however, and McGonagall looked thoroughly irritated.

"And what experiment might that be?" She demanded frostily. Buffy, who was, despite all her earlier bravado, completely taken aback by Dumbledore's response to being a rat, being naked and the upending of certain of his assumptions about the functioning of the world, hesitantly replied.

"I was . . . .um . . . trying to make a . . . point . . ." She trailed off at the look on the transfiguration professor's face. "Sorry?" she added sheepishly.

Angel finally spoke up from the floor. "Mr. Dumbledore? Would you mind . . .?"

"Oh yes! Of course!" The headmaster leapt to his feet in a sprightly manner and gave everyone a discomfiting eyeful before they managed to turn away. "All right then. I am fully enrobed once more." he informed them cheerily. When they all turned back, Angel was on his feet with the look of a man desperately trying to forget horrors recently seen and Dumbledore had his usual genial face on.

Several seconds were spent with an awkward silence filling the office before finally being broken by Hermione. "Well, I suppose that that . . . erm . . . proves Buffy's point?" she inquired hesitantly.

"It would appear that Miss Summers has proven a myth to be true," Snape said with an approving sort of contemplativeness. "It would appear that these . . . muggle . . . magical techniques could well be useful."

Angel glared at Buffy. "Never again. You know damn well that was dark magic. Calling on Hecate is not something you do lightly."

"Well, the only other spell I'd ever seen performed was when Amy's Mom did that spell about the dark place having her enemy's soul. I didn't think that would go down all that well." Buffy informed him a little sheepishly. Angel rolled his eyes, controlling the urge to shake some sense into her.

"And when did you see this one done?" he inquired.

She flushed, looking a little sheepish. "When Amy was all jealous because of that spell Xander made her cast."

Everyone was looking at her now. Angel was glaring. "And it didn't occur to you that this was dark magic what with it being used to attack you? Or the fact that Hecate is the dark goddess of witchcraft?"

That set Snape off. "You do realise the effects that dark magics can have on you? There is a reason they are known as dark and it is not solely in relation to the outcomes most of those spells are intended to have!"

"Umm . . . no?"

Collectively the others rolled their eyes. Angel sighed. "Just don't do it again. My heart can't take that kind of stress."

"Your heart doesn't beat," Ron pointed out. "It's not like it'll do anything to you." Hermione whacked him in the back of the head and the two descended into a quiet argument about colloquial expressions.

Buffy turned to Dumbledore and asked, "Have I proved my point?"

McGonagall broke in. "What point? What is going on? Why was Albus naked?" There was a collective wince.

"I'd been trying to forget that," Ginny muttered.

Dumbledore turned to the students. "I am quite certain I will be capable of giving explanations from this point," he informed them. I do believe you have classes to get to?"

With that they were chivvied out of the headmaster's office. Hermione promptly dragged the others off to class, leaving Angel to his own devices again. Suddenly he looked over and spotted a familiar face. "Sean? That you?"

"Liam? Lord it's been a while! How did you get here?" the portrait inquired. Angel spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with his old friend who had been taken off to a boarding school when he was eleven. They'd fallen out of touch when Angel had become a vampire so the two caught up on the news.

Malfoy had not forgotten Buffy's public humiliation of him in Diagon Alley or the way she had publicly flummoxed him in front of the whole school at the welcoming feast with her leather-clad legs. However, he had bided his time for the past couple months, hoping he would find some way to make her slip up. His plans of using potions class to so humiliate Buffy had been dashed when Professor Snape had clearly been duped into, at the very least, maintaining the appearance of liking the chit.

Now that Summers' boyfriend was running around the school, a new opportunity had presented itself. Draco had determined the man was a muggle by his reactions to such ordinary things as portraits and the fact that he had stood around chatting with one for literally hours had only confirmed it. Everyone knew you didn't actually spend any time speaking to portraits. The things were only good for being spies and decorations. Everyone knew that. Everyone but ignorant muggles and muggleborns.

His next step was working out some way of dealing with that muggle. Muggles didn't belong anywhere near purebloods, and they belonged even less so in places like Hogwarts that were at the centre of the wizarding world. It was only a couple days after Draco had made his determination to get to Summers through her boyfriend that the opportunity presented itself.

The boyfriend was standing at the top of a flight of steps that had just moved. He was looking slightly irritated that his route down to the main floor had been compromised and, like a fool, was ignoring the sunlit stairs a little ways down that would take him to nearly the same place. It was a relatively short fall to the floor below, as such things went, so Draco decided to give him a little help down.

Just as he cast the weak banishing spell that would push the man over the edge, Summers appeared below. It was perfect timing and Draco snickered quietly from his hiding place as Angel lost his balance and fell toward the swathe of sunlit floor directly below, coming nowhere near the shaded areas the staircase he'd wanted to take would have gone.

"Angel!" Buffy shouted as she saw him hurtle down. He easily turned around in midair, landing catlike on his feet. Draco's eyes widened in a combination of disbelief and annoyance.

Buffy was horrified. Angel was in the middle of a patch of sunlight. The staircase that normally would have led him over the window that was pouring sunlight into the building and into the safety of the shade on its far side was elsewhere. But to both Buffy's and Angel's shock, he was completely unharmed. "Angel?"

"I . . . I . . . I don't . . . how?" he turned to her, helplessly. It was amazing. He wasn't burning. He wasn't even itching. He was standing in the sunlight and he was fine.

Buffy shook her head. "I don't know how, but we'd better try to figure it out," she said. "I'd hate to imagine that there might be more vampires that are immune to the sun."

They hurried off to write to Willow and Giles to see if there was any sort of precedent, and to check the Hogwarts library to see what that had to say.