A/n: The idea to make Spike a Hogwarts teacher wasn't mine. It came off of the fic where Buffy and Angle taught. But I had a new idea... I don't own anyone. I hate that fact to death, but it's true. Boo. And again, I don't know Spikes last name. And unless we call him Professor The Bloody, I had no choice but Spike.

Spike had no clue on earth why he took the job as Defense Against the Dark Arts. He just needed a break from the tangled web of love and hate with Buffy and all the other bloody problems. He wanted a break. So he was sitting in the great hall at Hogwarts, and waiting to start his job as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Dumbledore stood up and addressed the hall, "Welcome back to another year!" he said, "I only have a few announcements before we eat! One, No one is to go into the Forbidden Forest at all this year. Due to recent events, no one knows what lies in there. Second, We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Please welcome Professor Spike!" The great Hall burst into applause and Spike stood up, his eyes flying around the room.

"Interesting group this year." He muttered softly to himself, then sat down.

Dumbledore finished with his announcements, but not to many heard them. Most of the students were casting inquisitive glances in his direction.

Spike was already planning the year out in his head. It would be a unit on Vampires first, just to entertain him. He would have most of the reports done on four very special vampires. Himself, Angel, Dru, and Darla. His eyes sparkled. He would have them study the slayer, and Hell mouths. Then they would learn about curses. Spells that could give Vampires souls. Then maybe, demons, or Muggle witches. He nodded his head, that would work. Vampires would be the longest unit. He knew that all books called Angel Angelus, Dru, Drucilla, Spike, William the Bloody, and Darla, Darla. Spike turned around and saw a teacher with long, greasy black hair looking at him.

"Hello." He said.

The teacher answered, "Hello. You think you can teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" he asked.

Spike grinned, "You just watch."

The man replied, "Well then, try your best. But if you ever need help, you know where to come. Aren't you going to eat anything?"

Spike shook his head, "Not hungry."

"Ah. My name is Serveus Snape."

"And I am Spike."

"That's your first name?" The man asked.

"My last name has been lost in the sands of time." He replied.

"Then how old are you?" the man asked.

Spikes eyes danced, "Old."

"Ah."

The man finished eating then, and they didn't talk for the rest of dinner.

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Buffy Summers walked into Spikes crypt. She softly called out his name.

"Spike?" she called.

There was no reply. She went to look around. A letter sat on the counter. She picked it up.

Dear Spike,

We are proud to inform you that you have been accepted to teach Defense Against The Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Please come to Platform Nine and Three Quarters at Kings Cross Station in London on September 1st. We have taken note that you live in America, so we have sent you a plane ticket.

From,

Dumbledore, Headmaster

Buffy looked around and found the plane ticket. It was ripped in two pieces. The word, Day, was written across it. Buffy sighed. She picked up the letter and pocketed it. She would have to ask Giles what it meant. She had no clue on earth. She was leaving when she decided to open the refrigerator. If Spike was still hear, his blood would be, also. She opened it and cursed. It was gone.

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Chapter two will be up soon. It will be longer and Buffy might decide to go see the world famous teacher.