Harry sighed and looked at his schedule. Defense Against The Dark Arts first. He wondered what the new professor would be like. He had white hair. Harry remembered. Did that mean he was insane? No, he thought. Lots of insane people had brown hair. Hermione, for example. They all got dressed and went to breakfast. Spike still didn't eat anything. Harry noted he was wearing Muggle clothes. A pair of jet black pants, and a short sleeved shirt was all. Spike noticed Harry and meant his gaze. Harry was the first one to break it. The man didn't eat anything at all. He also noted. Then breakfast was over. It was time for Defense Against The Dark Arts.

Harry and co walked to the classroom. Finally they got there. It was a dark room, without any windows, lit by torches. Harry took a seat in the front row, with Ron.

Soon everyone was there.

"Welcome to my class. We will not be doing ant foolish spells or charms in this class. We will begin the lesson now. We are studying vampires. Has anyone heard of," Here he paused, "The legend of Vampires?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air.

"Yes, Miss."

"When the earth began, it was a home to all demons, with out humans, really, all in darkness. It was hell. Then humans began to hunt and kill demons, taking control of the world, forcing hell, itself, under. Before all demons were gone, the last one mixed blood with a human, turning them into a vampire, a child of the night. That one bit another one, mixed blood and that one did the same and so one. They now travel the world in darkness, biting some, mixing blood with others, waiting for the day when Hell returns to earth." She said.

"Good. Very good. Now can anyone else tell me the limitations of vampires?"

Neville raised his hand, shaking into the air.

Spike nodded at him.

"Um, They f-fear crosses, can'tt go out in the d-day, h-have t-to be invited into your home, they can be killed by a stake into the heart," Here Spike silenced him.

"We are now going to write a essay on that, but a different kind of essay. You have two choices. One, you are a slayer. You are going through methods to kill vampires. Include all facts you can about the slayer. Or."

Hermione's hand shot up, interrupting him, "Sir, the slayer is a myth. A legend."

"Is it now?" Spike said, "Really." He paused and looked at them.

Draco's hand shot in the air, "Sir, the slayer can't be real. It's just a bedtime story. That's all."

Spikes eyebrows shot up, "Really now. Can anyone tell me what vampire killed two slayers? He would be about 150 now, and." Hermione's hand shot up. "So, will I get a correct answer from the one who doesn't believe in slayers?" He asked her.

She shrugged, "I think I know. Um, Is it the vampire who hung out with the one who killed the most?"

Spikes eyes flared up. "Who is the one who killed the most, then?" he asked.

Hermione looked tense, "Angleus."

"Correct. And then, who is the one in the question I asked?"

Hermione smiled softly, "He was the youngest. His girlfriend turned him into a vampire."

Spike rolled his eyes, "Was she his girlfriend then?"

"Yes?" Hermione guessed.

"Let me give you all a lesson. William the Bloody is 150, and has killed two slayers. He went after the one who is now lives. Drucilla, who he did not know at the time, turned him into a vampire. He soon changed his name, but that name is barky recorded, if at all. If anyone wants to look into what happened to him a few years ago, I will be happy to help him or her. The plot thickens. But it is seldom recorded. We will study his group for a long time. Hermione, can you tell me who the four members of his group are? Or were."

"Angelus, Darla, and Drucilla." She said, without missing a beat.

"Good. And you and Draco have been automatically teamed up for a very special project. You will find the slayer, and send her an owl. Tell her this. You did not believe she existed, and who you are, and why you are sending her a letter. I do not want to see the letter she sends back to you. I only want to see it if it, well that is not important. But don't doubt I will know if you sent it or not. Do you want any clues in finding the slayer?"

They nodded.

"Do not ask the council. Her watchers name is Rupert Giles."

"Professor, What it she doesn't write back because she isn't real?" Draco asked.

Spike flared up "You can include in your letter a request to come visit. But MAKE SURE she knows the request didn't come form me.

Hermione raised her hand, "Sir, you have meant the slayer, haven't you?"

"And why do you ask that?" He asked.

"Well, you said that make sure she knows the request didn't come from you, so that probably meant you've meant her."

Spike smiled at her, "Yes I have. I have meant, battled with and loved her and still live. And not many can say that. Not many at all."

Hermione was interested, "Who else can?"

Spikes eyes bore into hers, "If you mean, really battled, as in, she wanted to kill them, Angelus can claim that, along with me. If you mean training, Riley Finn, the evil creep, did that. If anyone wants to know more on that you can contact the slayer. I don't think she would tell you anymore, though. Now, on with the assignment."

And Spike continued that day, proving his knowledge to them all, shocking them with what he knew.

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Buffy was mad as she stormed to The Magic Box to see Giles. She didn't notice that no vampires were out. They must be slightly smart, knowing enough not to aggravate a pissed off slayer. She went in, and slapped the letter down in front of Giles.

"What?" He said, looking at her.

"Read it." She ordered, her voice full of power.

Giles put on his glassed and read it. "Well." He said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them on his shirt, "Spike, a Hogwarts teacher? Odd. You never know who Dumbledore will hire next."

"What do you know about this?" she demanded

"Yes. It is a school for young children who are very gifted in magic, " Giles sighed.

"And what do you know about this?" Buffy goaded.

"Only a little. And that is what I told you." Giles sighed yet again.

'Oh. I need to find him." Buffy ranted, pacing.

"Well, I can only think of one person who can help." Giles theorized.

"Who." Buffy demanded.

Giles sighed, "Angel."*

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Buffy was waiting outside. She had called Angel and said only that she needed to see him. That was all. He said he would come, so she was waiting for him. Then a car showed up. It shined its headlights in Buffy's eyes, so she had to cover them with her hand. The car parked and Angel got out.

"Hey," he said, coming over to see Buffy.

She smiled and motioned for him to come inside.

Angle was surprised that Buffy told him to come to The Magic Box, but he agreed. Anya was sitting at the table, reading one of those brides magazines, and Xander was looking over her shoulder Willow was reading another magazine, and Giles was looking in a thick dusty book.

"Maybe I Should of just asked you on the phone." She said, looking at him.

"It doesn't matter." Angel said.

Buffy held her breath, "Spikes missing."

She picked up a letter and handed it to him. Angel read it and then laughed.

"Spikes gone to teach Hogwarts." He laughed, yet again.

"Well, we get all, um, friendly with each other, then he disappears we were wondering if you knew anything."

"About where he is? He's at Hogwarts."

"No, no, no!" Buffy said exasperated, stamping her foot, "Where Hogwarts is!"

"Why do you care?" He asked, looking at her.

Buffy opened her mouth, then closed it, and then opened it again.

"Because the jerk just disappeared," she said finally, looking at her feet.

"Ah," he said, reading in between the lines, "Okay. I can take you to Hogwarts if you want."

Buffy was about to respond when owl flew in the room and landed on the table.

Angel took the letter of its leg and handed it to Buffy.

It was written in two different handwritings.

Dear Slayer, (if you even exist)

We are writing this letter as a class assignment, from Professor Spike. We were having a discussion about Vampires when the question about your existence came into play. He told us to write to you and see if we get a letter back. Which we won't because you aren't real. Shut up, Draco.

If you are real, or if this letter reaches you, please write us back.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Buffy picked out a piece of paper and wrote on it,

Dear Hermione and Draco,

Yes, I do exist. Professor Spike, you said. Odd. We'll tell Spike that he is losing the game and give him this note.

-Me

Buffy wrote another note on another piece of paper and folded it in half and half again and stapled it shut. She attached it to the bird which flew away.

"Come on Angel, We've got to go to Hogwarts."



*Angle doesn't have his own show, he' just there with some people, saving the world, helping the helpless or what ever. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANGLE THE SHOW!!!